The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
When Laura Richmond heard a buzzer sound in her brand-new condominium, she didn't know quite what to do. It could be the timer on the oven, telling her that her roast was ready, or it could be in the intercom, telling her that there was someone at the main entrance who wanted to see her, or it could be the front door, signaling a visit from one of her neighbors. She checked the roast, but it still had half an hour to go. No one responded when she tried the intercom, and just as she was hurrying to the door, she heard the buzzer again.
She opened it quickly, to discover a pretty, pert blonde woman smiling in the hall, a large covered basket in her hands.
"Hello, Mrs. Richmond," the blonde woman greeted. "I'm Karen Day, from the next building ... I'm on the Welcome Committee ... May I come in?"
"Oh, my, yes ... Forgive me," Laura stammered, standing aside to admit her first visitor. "I'm having a little trouble trying to remember which buzzer means what," she laughed nervously.
"I know," Karen replied. "I had the same trouble myself when I first moved in, but it doesn't take long to get used to. All the new owners have that problem." She wrinkled up her nose and winked. "Smells like a roast ... Your husband coming home soon?"
It was four o'clock, and if Mike had had a regular job with regular hours, it would have been a logical assumption to expect him home in the next hour or so. But Laura frowned slightly, almost ashamed to admit that she didn't know when to expect him, or even if he was coming home tonight at all! It wasn't the sort of thing you could tell a stranger, especially one who was going to be your new neighbor.
"Y-yes," the young wife replied uncertainly.
Karen sensed her hesitation, and quickly changed the subject. "Whenever someone new moves in, the Welcome Committee gets together and prepares a little basket ... We like to make you feel right at home. Bay Vista is just like one big family, and we like to have everyone feel a part of it." She opened the basket and began to pull out an array of household items like sample size detergent boxes, dishwasher crystals, and air freshener. In addition, there was an inflatable swimming pool toy-obviously included as a joke-and His and Hers towels for the sauna. At the bottom of the basket were several explanatory pamphlets, describing all the equipment and activities that were provided by the management of Bay Vista Condominiums.
"Do you play tennis?" Karen asked. She was well-tanned herself, even though it was October, and Laura guessed that the slightly older woman was some kind of sportswoman, "Well, I've tried, but I'm afraid I'm rather uncoordinated," Laura admitted. She knew that her long, sleekly slender body looked like that of an athlete, but somehow, she had just never gotten interested in most sports. "I like to swim, though...."
"Great!" Karen enthused. "The pools are open year round, and when it gets cold they're heated ... In fact, there's a pool party this Friday night for all the new members this month. We all hope you and ... Mike, is it? ... will be able to come."
"So do I," Laura rejoined, but privately she had her doubts. Mike was always having to go off somewhere-even on the weekends-so they could never be sure of anything. Part of the reason they had moved to California was to be nearer all the heavy machinery that it was his job to inspect, but even within California, there was a lot of travelling. The Richmonds had deliberately chosen San Mateo County as a place of residence, because over half Mike's company's customers were in South San Francisco, but it didn't seem to be much help so far. Twice this week he had had to fly to Los Angeles, and they'd only moved in five days ago!
"Your husband travel?" Karen guessed, kindly.
"I'm afraid so," Laura admitted. "He's a machinery inspector for the company he worked for in Chicago, and he just got transferred to the West Coast Division ... We can't ever be sure when he's going to be home or not...."
"Well, don't worry about it, Laura," Karen said soothingly, patting the younger girl on the knee. "There's so much to do here at Bay Vista that you'll never get bored, even being along...."
"Honestly, Laura," Karen continued. "I'm not married, and I've been living here for three years ... I'm having a great time! Lots of guys, lots of activities ... There are even a few other woman whose husbands travel, and we get together at night sometimes, for dinner, or cocktails, or whatever ... I promise you, you'll really enjoy yourself here!"
The blonde woman was so bubbly and excited that Laura soon found herself in smiling agreement. In the whole year she had been married to Mike Richmond, she never remembered looking forward to anything quite so much as she was beginning to look forward to the social life here at her new condominium apartment.
"In fact, Laura," Karen was going on, "some of the girls are having a little get-together tonight, over in number forty. Why don't I stop by around seven, and if Mike isn't home yet, you can come over there with me. It's nothing fancy ... There're four other women-two of them married, and we're just going to play poker and have a couple drinks. You'll really like the girls-they're all about our age...."
"Okay," Laura agreed tentatively, and then more enthusiastically, "I'm sure I'll be able to make it!"
The young, honey-blonde housewife wasn't surprised when her husband Of one year didn't show up at six. He called from somewhere in San Jose and said he would be occupied until eight, and then it would take him about an hour to get home. But this time, Laura wasn't worried. In fact, she was happily anticipating the few hours she was going to have with the women in her new neighborhood.
It turned out better than she had expected. All the girls were between twenty, which was Laura's exact age, and thirty. Two had itinerant husbands, salesmen for different firms, and three were unmarried. But even the unmarried ones were self-assured and contented. They didn't have that attitude of failure that Laura's unmarried friends back home so often displayed. There was something about California-or maybe it was just Bay Vista-that gave everyone an air of freedom and confidence, as if all life-styles were acceptable, regardless of how out-of-the-ordinary they were.
It surprised Laura that the women were so casual in their discussions of sex, for example. Sure, she and her girlfriends in Chicago had had confidential discussions about their private lives, but her girlfriends in Chicago were the girls she'd grown up with, all the way through high school! At first, Laura felt too embarrassed to join in the girls' conversation about various sexual positions and their potential for orgasm. She even began to blush when one of the women admitted that she hadn't even been able to achieve orgasm for the first three months of her marriage.
"God, what did you do?" Karen Day asked sympathetically. "I'd die if a guy pooped out on me before I came!"
"Well," the other woman said confidentially. "You'll think this is silly, but I got a book ... And it suggested masturbation...."
At the sound of the perverted word, Laura had to turn away. The woman, whose name was Grace, didn't notice that one of the girls in the eagerly attentive circle was no longer leaning forward, and she continued crudely. "It said that over half the married women in America never have orgasms! Can you believe it? Well, that made me feel better, and I followed their directions ... They said you had to ... well, you know, stick your fingers in your vagina ... Not that much different from putting in a tampon, when you think about it ... And you move your fingers in and out, like fucking, you know...."
"Yeah?" another woman prompted. "Well, that's it!" Grace explained. "You'd be surprised how easy it is to cum, when you're doing it yourself. You know exactly what you need, and your hands automatically do it ... Of course, it's not as good as having a man, but when my husband's gone, I still do it to myself sometimes ... It's really not all that uncommon, according to the book I read...." Laura was blushing furiously by the time Grace finished her lewd story. Ugh! the young wife thought. Touching yourself there ... Even if you do touch there to put in a tampon ... It's not at all the same thing as fingering yourself to orgasm. How can she do it? What does her husband think? ... Well, naturally he doesn't know ... But God! How strange!
Karen was the first to notice that they were making the newcomer uneasy.
"Oh, Laura, forgive us," she said kindly. "We must sound terribly gross to you ... But that's what I mean about one big family here at Bay Vista ... We aren't really embarrassed about our, you know, private things. I'm sure you'll get used to it after awhile ... It really isn't nasty or anything."
To this, all the other women agreed enthusiastically. They purposely began to talk about something else, just to make Laura more comfortable, and by the end of the evening, the beautiful young newcomer was completely at ease. She actually found herself anticipating the next informal get-together with the women, perhaps as early as Mike's next out-of-town trip.
But when she got back to her apartment, Laura's spirits fell. It was already after nine, and Mike should have been home, but the housewife saw at a glance that the apartment was empty. The note she'd taped to the refrigerator to tell Mike where she was untouched, and the only light on was the one she herself had left on for safety.
Oh God, where is he? the woman fretted. Although she trusted him implicitly as far as his honesty and good intentions were concerned, Laura had been becoming increasingly distraught over Mike's unreliability. He could easily have been legitimately delayed, in which case he should have called-or worse, something might have happened to him! But I wasn't even here! she reminded herself. How could I know if he tried to call or not? For a few moments, she scolded herself for not having more foresight. She had told Mike at six that she was going out for a couple hours, but she hadn't even given him the phone number of the other woman's apartment!
Oh, shit! she thought to herself as she sat down on the couch. But then she sat bolt upright. Had she really thought that? That word wasn't part of her vocabulary at all! She must have picked it up from the uninhibited girls she'd been talking to tonight. God, what if Mike ever caught me talking like that?
Laura turned on the TV set and tried to watch the last half of a police show. It was difficult to follow, because she hadn't seen the beginning. In addition, it frightened her, because it had to do with a car accident-murder of a water equipment inspector, and it reminded her too much that Mike wasn't home. Oh, where is he? Why didn't I tell him Grace's phone number?
And then, her mind began to follow the track it had followed a thousand times before She toyed with the idea of calling the highway patrol, to see if there had been any accidents. But, God, I don't even know the numbers of the freeways out here! And then, there was the fact that she didn't know which of the three company cars Mike would be driving, and the fact that in all probability nothing had happened and he had been explicably delayed. But it was always so uncertain when Mike didn't return when he was supposed to. What if he was with another woman? They'd only been in California five days, and it hardly seemed possible that Mike could have met someone that fast, especially since, to her knowledge, he had never been unfaithful to her before.
Disconsolately, Laura flicked off the TV. She began to look over some of the pamphlets that Karen Kay had brought over. They were brightly colored, with numerous photographs that looked more like an advertisement than a resident's handbook, but in the back of one, she found a list of phone numbers and addresses of the Welcome Committee. Karen's was right near the top, and Laura decided to call her new friend. Anything was better than just waiting and worrying.
Karen was friendly and sympathetic over the phone, but Laura could tell there was a man there. For one thing, she heard a masculine voice in the background, but the main clue was that she heard the girl whispering loudly with her hand over the receiver, "Hush, darling ... I'll be back in bed in a minute!"
Laura was too considerate to keep her friend on the phone long, and when she hung up, she found herself more depressed than ever. She almost wished she wasn't married. Karen seemed to be having so much fun here at Bay Vista, and she was at least twenty five. Sure, back home an unmarried girl of twenty-five was someone to feel sorry for, but it seemed that in California, it was just the opposite. Why should all the single girls living alone be having more fun than she, a married woman, who lived with her husband?
That's a laugh! she thought wryly. Living with my husband ... like three days a week! Laura couldn't pretend that her sex life was exactly great. She would have died of embarrassment if any of these California girls knew that she and Mike had not even had sexual relations since they left Chicago! But what could she do about it?
Like an ominous temptation the answer sprang into her mind unbidden: Masturbation! She could almost hear Grace's voice, extolling the merits of the sexual cure-all. And she remembered the other woman's unashamed admission that she even masturbated now, when her husband was gone. Is it possible? Would it really work?
Like a woman entranced, Laura Richmond slowly walked into the bedroom. She began to strip out of her clothes in front of the full-length mirror, trying to imagine what a man would think, if he was watching her do it. As she slipped out of her light green blouse, the green-eyed blonde thrust her breasts forward provocatively. They were enticing enough; in fact, Laura's full-mounding breasts had been one of the things Mike was first attracted to ... Her breasts and her legs, that is....
As she stepped carefully out of her darker green polyester slacks, she watched as the long, white columns of her slender legs came into view in the mirror. She turned her ankles inward slightly, to get a better look at the backs of her thighs, and she decided that her legs were as great an asset as her breasts. She thought of the first time Mike had seen her bare legs-on a swimming date two months before they were married.
"Jesus Christ, Baby," he had said. "You got a fine pair of gams!" Laura had never heard the old-fashioned word before, but then Mike was almost ten years older than she was. She remembered laughing and asking Mike what "gams" were. Instead of explaining, he had come over to her and stroked the tops of her thighs-right there at the pool-and Laura had blushed with new knowledge. He'd pulled her into the pool with him, and underwater he had continued the tantalizing, sensuous stroking until Laura had broken away and swum to the other end of the pool.
That night was the first time Mike had made love to her. And the next thing he had proposed.
Laura dropped down onto the comfortable waterbed they had owned for all of five nights. And we've only slept on it three times, she thought bitterly. A waterbed was supposed to be the ideal stimulant to lovemaking, and here they hadn't even tried it yet!
The undulating waves of the mattress rippling away from her weight caressed gently the curves of Laura's relaxing body. Her nearly naked flesh was acutely aware of every square inch of the heated, resilient surface of the king-size waterbed, and unconsciously, Laura's mind wandered back to the swimming pool in Chicago, when Mike was caressing her in the heated water of the public pool.
She could feel his warm hands slickly smoothing against her inner private flesh, inching ever-closer to the flimsy protection of her bikini panties. It was a turquoise blue bathing suit, she remembered, and it had been barely discernible in the chlorinated water. She remembered how Mike had tried to insert his probing finger inside the leg-band elastic of the panties, and how she had squirmed away, even though she had felt her loins getting hot. But, God! How good the intruding warmth of his finger had felt, teasing at her pussy hair right through the flimsy jersey of the bathing suit! How she had wished she could allow him to press inward, then ... right into her seething vaginal passage, and up into her moistened depths....
In a daze, Laura unhooked her brassiere and rolled over on her back to remove it. Her hands began to caress the throbbing fullness of her breasts, as her mind dwelt in a semi dream world, half in that swimming pool, and half in Mike's apartment that night ... She trapped the quivering erect nipples of her ripened breasts and squeezed them between her fingers, trying to stop their tingling. She began to pull and knead at them in sexual fury, finally dropping one hand against the silk-encased mound of her hot and dampened pussy. She cupped her burning cuntal region with the full pressure of her palm, and tried to smother all the inciting thoughts from her mind, to regain control of her consciousness. It was too late. Great fires were raging through her limbs and in the flames that licked at her brain she could see obscene images of Grace, and Karen, and all the other women masturbating, intermixed with images of the first tender love-making between herself and Mike, that evening in Mike's bachelor apartment.
She threw her head back against the pillow and tried frantically to shake away the pictures in her mind. Her one hand still clamped tightly between her legs and the other still pinched savagely at her throbbingly turgid nipples. She struggled to banish the obsessive erotic thoughts from her mind, but it was no use.
And then, both her hands were burrowing down into the flimsy silk of her panties to her pubic triangle, stroking and rubbing the hot moist mound. With an audible moan, she began to massage the maddeningly distended folds of her sexual flesh.
Her breathing slowed and she felt a new wave of intense heat pass up through her body. She opened her legs wider and slowly probed her fingertips deeper inside, trying to quench the tiny teasing flames licking down between her legs.
Abruptly she forced herself to stop. My God! she thought wildly. Am I already doing it? ... Is this what the ladies were talking about? She sprawled on the bed, her legs widespread under the tantalizing caress of her own small fingers. She tried to order her arms to pull away from that sensitive forbidden area, tried to commandeer her willful body into obedience, but it was no good. She was beaten--beaten by the loneliness of being without her husband, and beaten by the woman's lust-inspiring talk this evening. Something, brought on by the shock of her husband's absence, had gotten loose in her body and was raging unchecked in her fiery loins. The fever had dulled her senses and taken her limbs out of her control.
Almost of its own accord, her finger crept back underneath her panties and felt the soft, blonde curls of her pubic hair, damp and warm. The sensitive delicate lips shivered unmercifully under her own unfamiliar touch. She could feel all along the length of her wet soft slit. It was slowly throbbing as she drew open the moist furrow. Tenderly, the finger pulled along the smooth inner lips, sending flashes of pleasure up her spine. The probing digit suddenly found the swollen bud of clitoris and more flushes of startling pleasure raced up her body. Cautiously, she began to rub the inflamed tip; it throbbed into erection. Heat rays darted out from her pussy and spread their red hot flow over her entire, moistened body.
With sudden eager movement, Laura thrust with her finger into the yielding recesses, feeling them swell and grow. Shivers ran up and down her back, contrasting almost painfully with the baking heat that invaded her body. Her fingers hesitated at the deeper opening to her mysterious interior and she felt the delicate flower-like mouth throb in expectation. She gasped with pleasure as her free hand grazed the downy soft skin of her inner thighs. She held her waiting finger over her hungry opening.
Thoughts of her husband flashed again through her mind. This time she saw him in the present, running around frantically doing all the off-hours repairs and inspections he was supposed to do, while at home, she, his wife, was masturbating herself to orgasm instead of waiting for his return! But he deserved it! It was his own fault that he had chosen the West Coast Division over a nice office job back home! And it was his friend who had recommended Bay Vista Condominiums as the place to be. If they hadn't moved here, Laura reasoned nonsensically, she would never have heard the sex-discussion of the women tonight, and she wouldn't be lying here on the waterbed letting it rock her to ecstasy as she probed her inner channel with her own salacious fingers....
Sighing, she thrust her impatient finger into the moist warm velvety channel. The smooth interior cuntal walls closed around her probing finger like a second skin, bringing blessed relief. Gently she rotated her finger, only it wasn't a finger any longer-it was a male penis, engorged and throbbingly alive, sinking deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips began to churn slowly in response to the rhythmic thrusting of the delicious pleasure-giving organ imbedded inside.
"Mmmmm, that's it " she purred softly to herself. Desperately, she wormed another finger into her steaming vagina, and she felt the member expand and inflate as her pulsing vaginal walls contracted in ecstasy. Her hand found her eager clitoris again and began to stroke it into a faster and frenzied rhythm.
Her breasts heaved and fell in deep violent waves. Her hands almost clawed at her grasping cunt in feeble simulation of fucking. Then a tremendous surge of power seemed to sweep through her and spasms of uncontrollable pleasure shook her from head to toe. She was cumming now, and she imagined that she was being filled with wave after wave of delicious white-hot cum, which seeped into her every crease and crevice as the incredible cock of her fingers spurted endlessly into her. Her hands clenched and her legs fell slowly into a lewd outspread position as the tide of her release receded, and the deflating penis slipped from her gratified orifice, only it wasn't a penis ... It was only her own lubricant-soaked fingers.
For minutes Laura lay satiated on the gently swaying waterbed, wondering what had overcome her. She had definitely cum from the lurid self-stimulation-there was no doubt about that! But it wasn't like the powerful, soul-shattering orgasms she had come to expect with Mike ... Still, she had to admit it was better than nothing, and she hesitantly lifted her fingers to her nose to smell the sweet pungency of her private cum-fluid.
"Aaaaah-hum!" she breathed, inhaling the unfamiliar scent. So this is what Mike is always trying to suck and eat ... It was something she had never been able to allow him to do, but when she thought about it now, it was beginning to seem more possible ... Not probable, yet ... but possible....
CHAPTER TWO
Laura Richmond was startled by the click and swoop of the front door being opened. Mike! she thought frantically, jumping up from the waterbed so quickly that she sent ripples surging against the sides of the carved oak frame. God, I can't let him know what I've done!
She rushed into the bathroom and pulled on her robe, trying at the same time to wash the tell-tale odor of her femaleness off her fingers.
"Sweetheart!" she heard her husband's voice calling out. "Are you home yet? ... Sorry I'm late ... I got stuck behind an accident...." His voice came closer as he walked from room to room, searching for his beautiful young wife.
Michael Richmond was a tall, handsome, rugged-looking man, born and raised on a farm before moving to the big city to work as an inspector of the heavy machinery with which he had become so intimately familiar. It was there that he had become acquainted with young, gorgeous Laura Travis, a city girl with a country heart. She'd been a waitress in the cafe where he so often stopped for lunch at all hours of the day, and he'd taken her out a few times before realizing that he had fallen completely in love with her, in the way he had never imagined possible before. At twenty-nine, he was acutely aware of the eminent approach of the "cut-off' age of thirty, and he considered himself extremely lucky to have found Laura before that important birthday.
"Oh, there you are," he sighed, seeing his honey-blonde wife stepping out of the bathroom, clad only in a skimpy yellow robe and bikini panties. "What'd you do all evening?"
His manner was jovial and loving, and Laura felt a stab of guilt assault her consciousness. How could she tell him, honestly, what she had been doing all evening? Or what she had just barely finished doing only a few short minutes ago? Oh God! What's gotten into me?
"N-Nothing," she stammered. "I went over to a woman's apartment with a girl from the Welcome Committee ... The package she brought over is still in the living room...."
"Oh, that detergent and towels and stuff?" Mike guessed, showing an unnatural amount of interest in the things that usually only concerned women. But there was something strange about Laura tonight. He couldn't figure out what it was. He leaned his head back and sniffed at the air, inhaling the thick, heady scent that he couldn't quite identify. Then he looked down at Laura, standing only a few feet away from him, and he scrutinized her carefully. What was it that was different about her? Not her hair-it hung in lioness-like curls around her shoulders the way it always had. Her eyes were the same, too, smoldering slightly under the naturally heavy shade of her eyelashes. And the robe was familiar-he'd given it to her last Christmas....
What was it that made her seem suddenly overpowering in her attraction for him? He'd always found her sexy and alluring, but this feeling was something else entirely. His cock was stirring nervously in his pants, even though he had had no thoughts of sex when he had entered the room.
Christ! the husband thought. It's her skin! Laura's fresh, white skin was glowing suggestively, coated with the sheerest sheen of enticing exudations, the leftover perspiration from her wicked self-stimulation. Of course, Mike had no idea what had caused the tantalizing erotic aura that seemed to surround his wife, but it left him with only one thought.
"Oh, baby!" he moaned, pulling her toward him. "I haven't seen you for soooo long!"
It wasn't strictly true; he had seen her just this morning when she had kissed him good-bye. But Laura knew what he meant. It was the same feeling that had engulfed her earlier, and now she was wishing desperately that she hadn't allowed the temptations to get the better of her. Oh, God! Why did I do it? What happened to all my self-control?
"Mmmm, Mike," she whispered into his strong shoulder, as his hand played along the smooth sweep of her curving torso. She was ultra-sensitive along the firm smoothness of her flank, and her skin tingled alive under his titillating touch. Her robe seemed to float down from her shoulders-she hadn't had time to tie it in the front, anyway, and now she stood there in only her cum-soaked panties, afraid that Mike would discover what she had done.
He continued to stroke his wife's travertine form, though, without appearing to notice her apprehension. His hand moved down to insinuate itself between her silky smooth thighs, brushing provocatively against the raised pubic mound which trembled beneath the diaphanous fabric of her panties. She wriggled her hips back away from him but he didn't move away. Her loins were already steaming! She was already responding and he had only embraced her! Jesus, my wife is a tigress!
"Oh, Laura, I love you!" he breathed into her ear.
"And I love you, too, Mike, but...." she murmured, unable to get the guilt out of her mind. How could she let him go on? She was a spoiled woman now, unworthy of the attentions of her good, kind husband.
She allowed herself to be led to the edge of the waterbed, and they fell together, passionately embracing on the rocking, undulant mattress. Against her will, Laura pushed her body up towards that of her husband, as if she was unconsciously trying to fuse with him, her entire body swimming in spent and unspent arousal.
God, Mike's so wonderful! she thought to herself in a rush of happiness. He doesn't even suspect ... He loves me for what I am! Mike's lips were pressed tightly to hers now, and she felt rather than heard a deep aroused moan coming from within his muscular chest. She thrust her tongue far back into his mouth, feeling the rigid roof and the pulsing flesh of his tongue with her own probing organ. Their eyes met and she could read in his sea-blue ones the desire he felt so badly for her.
He slid his hands along her long back and cupped the tight resilient mounds of her buttocks and she murmured in ecstatic response. She squirmed beneath his caresses, her hips grinding rhythmically as she nibbled at his ear with her sharp little teeth and her fingers clutched at his shirt.
Mike smiled down at her in frank appreciation. He felt proud of the excitement he was creating in her, making her wince with pleasure, baring her teeth with desire. As always, he felt intoxicated as he drank in her feral beauty. She reminded him of a wild cat, her long, tawny hair and hazel-green eyes slightly slanting against her creamy white skin, giving her an untamable feline air. Again he felt a gnawing at his insides, the precursor to the wilder arousal which would engulf him as he set about conquering this sleek imperturbable minx who was his gorgeous wife. He had ceased his ministrations as he gazed lovingly at her and she was lying back on the bedspread, her whole body quivering nakedly in anticipation.
"Oh, darling," she moaned softly. "I wanted you so bad! I want you now, Mike! I'm ready!"
Savoring for a further moment her naked hunger for him, her unabashed carnal desire, Mike gazed at her beautifully curved frame as she squirmed slightly, her wanton pose a curious mixture of womanly craving and girlish reticence. Then, feeling a wave of lust wash over him, he hurriedly stripped off his clothes, scattering them in disarray around the bedroom. His thick fully erect penis jutted out from the curled nest of his pubic tufts, and Laura could see the blood-engorged veins along its surface throbbing intensely.
"Oh, God, honey...." she murmured appreciatively, her eyes feasting on the fleshy hardness of her husband's penis. "It's so big and ready!"
His hands scurried over her, caressing her thighs and then her breasts, tweaking her nipples into pebble-hard turgidity. He ran his index finger down the deep cleft of the smooth rounded mounds, marveling as always at how enchanting they were. Even though she was fairly tall for a woman at five-foot-eight, she had none of the gaucheness or awkwardness often associated with such height. On the contrary, she was so well-proportioned that her tallness added to the impression that she often gave of a sophisticated model. Her perfect oval face was languid with a look of sensuousness, giving it a ray licentious appearance which she always displayed with her wanton sexual arousal.
Mike enjoyed the transformation of her features as she changed from the somewhat timid, modest woman he knew to the exotic tigress she always became during lovemaking.
Even though they had been married a year, Mike never tired of watching her face as he prepared her for sexual fulfillment. Although at first, it had been her fantastic firm melon-like breasts and long, lithe shapely legs that had attracted him to her, now it was her face, as much as any of the erogenous zones, that drove him to the limits of his masculine desire.
Her long, cider-colored hair flowed freely down onto her shoulders, adding a fusion of color to her skin. The berry-pink buds of her nipples were dark against the milky white mounds of her breasts, and trailing his eyes down her magnificently-sculpted body he could see the soft curling hairs of her pubis, peeping out above the elastic of her panty-waist band. His fingers were tense, but caressing, as he reached down now to pull away that tantalizing little strip of nylon that lay between him and his goal. She raised her legs submissively in the air, allowing him to slide the panties off the full length of them. And then he could see the moist slit of her pinkly pulsing pussy, and he thought he could detect a throb of inner arousal, as her blonde pubic hairs twitched in excited anticipation. His eyes were riveted on the enticing triangle, and unable to control himself any further, he leaned forward and bent his face right over that sparsely hair-covered mound.
"Oh, baby," he whispered into the gleaming furrow of her cunt. "I've got to get a taste of you ... I've got to stick my tongue in there and lick your sweet juices!"
His impassioned plea rang a chord in Laura's mind. He was asking her to Jet him do what she had so long resisted! That perverted act that she had seen in dirty magazines, but never dared to let him try on her! But now, now that she had succumbed to a horrible perversion of her own, how could she deny him? How could she protest, in good conscience, when she had wondered about this very act, such a few short minutes ago?
Laura raised her head from the pillow so she could look down into Mike's questioning face. Her own expression was one of confusion-unsatiated desire mixed with the guilt of her transgression, and a tinge of curiosity about the act she had never performed.
"M-Mike?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Darling, we're in a new place, on a new bed-let's try something new!" Mike suggested, ignoring her question. "I'm just going to lick my tongue around in your pussy for a little while ... before I stick my cock in, sweetheart. You can stand that! You'll love it; I guarantee it!"
Laura was powerless to resist. He knew all the arguments she could put forth against this salacious cunnilingus, and she knew that he knew them. There was no point in spoiling another tender session of lovemaking by bringing up her apparently outmoded preferences, especially when she had already broken one of her long-cherished principles!
She watched breathlessly as her husband lowered his brown-haired head into the seething split between her legs. She felt his hands on her inner thighs, urging them apart to afford him greater access to her trembling vaginal furrow. And she felt his hot breath on her sensitive pussy flesh as she watched his face disappear beneath her pubic mound. He's doing it! He was licking her pussy!
Laura flinched at the first hot contact of her husband's flicking tongue with the coral folds of her cuntal lips. He trailed his long, stiffened tongue up the full length of her vaginal slit, starting a fraction of an inch above her puckered brown anus, and working upwards to the erectly hardened knob of her clitoris.
"Ooooo! Oh God!" the honey-blonde intoned, as the surges of sexual excitement washed over her. She realized now how ineffectual her own fingers had actually been, compared to this absolutely incredible slashing sensation of Mike's tongue lapping at just the outside flesh of her vaginal channel. God, imagine what it'll feel like inside! she thought wildly, forgetting that Mike had promised not to make her cum that way, but only to prepare her for the even greater entry of his burgeoning penis.
Her hips undulated up toward his face now, as if powered by their own volition. She could feel her cuntal lips as they flowered open around the soft fleshiness of her husband's mouth and lips, as if in an effort to draw his whole oral member right up into her belly! Every slickened square inch of Mike's tongue was intensely obvious to the young woman, as she felt it moving now in and around the outer folds of her vaginal canal. Her hands automatically flew down to the back of his head, pressing him inward, so she could feel the outline of his nose rubbing across the tip of her sensitive clitoris.
And then she felt his tongue there, swirling around and over the miniature phallus, teasing it into even firmer erection. The lubricating fluids of her female sex began to seep as if released from a tap, triggered by the fantastic erotic sensations of Mike's tongue on her clitoris. She could feel the trickle slowly inching down her slit, until she bucked up involuntarily, nearly throwing Mike's face clear of her steaming loins.
"God, darling ... That's enough! I can't stand it any longer," she gasped, trying to wrench Mike's face from her pubic vee. "I'm almost ready to cum right now!"
Mike did not resist. He yielded to her upward pulling until he was facing her warm, pliant lips, parted in desire. He ground his mouth down on hers in a hard, relentless kiss, and she could taste the tangy flavor of her own pre-cum on his warm thrusting tongue. He was a little disappointed that she had not wanted him to make her cum by kissing and probing with his tongue in her pussy, but he decided that he had made enough progress in that area for one night. Maybe next time, she would loosen up a little more, and eventually, she would let him make her climax just by licking her pussy!
And then ... And then, there would surely come a time when she would assent to taking his long, thick cock in her mouth, and let him shoot his hot raging sperm right down her hungrily milking throat! It was something he'd been trying to get her to do for as long as they had been married, and maybe this new waterbed, and the liberal attitudes in California, would help hurry the process....
But he had to put those thoughts out of his mind. Laura was undulating underneath him like a cobra, her entire body squirming under his caresses. She was mewling like a kitten, emitting little moans of passion that promised to become massive cries of sheer pleasure.
He was positioned between her widespread legs now, her vagina pressing hungrily against his pelvis. His cock was lying against her thigh, the tip brushing against the soft, moistened cuntal hairs, its girth still increasing by the red-hot contact with her burning wet flesh. He continued to kiss her, ramming his tongue again and again into her mouth, and she responded by sucking voraciously on his plunging organ, as if she was trying to swallow it completely.
A fleeting thought like a dark shadow crossed his mind. He loved her, wanted and desired her, and yet he felt a pang of-what? Boredom? Disappointment that their lovemaking, though totally satisfying and fulfilling, had always been the same? Laura was responding magnificently, passionately and uncontrollably, but Mike felt a little sinking feeling at the loss of variety in his sexual life.
But it'll be different, now that we're in California! he told himself firmly, banishing the disruptive thought from his mind. He drew Laura's tinglingly alive body up off the waterbed, slipping his hands down to encase the smooth roundness of her buttocks with his palms, pulling her open pussy toward his quivering cock. He felt her wince from the sudden searing contact of the hard rubbery head against her tender cunt-lips, and he felt the crinkled edges clinging tenaciously, like prehensile tissue, to the excitedly throbbing tip. Laura began to rotate her pelvis, her pulsing flesh swirling around his poised penis. Then he lunged forward, driving his hardened rod into her eagerly awaiting pussy.
"Oooohhh, aaahhh...." she moaned as the tight membrane of her vaginal sheath closed in like a velvet glove on his surging cock. She pressed her loins fervently up towards him, her tight confining depths taking him easily, and he thrust lustily into her until the blood-engorged head of his penis reached the sanctity of her cervix and his testicles swayed down against the straining moons of her firm, white asscheeks.
He flexed his thick pole of male flesh inside her once, and it seemed to swell and inflate until her entire belly was filled with his masculine offering.
"Jesus!" Mike moaned, grinding savagely into her, raising his pelvis several inches off the bed. Laura was moaning incessantly now, a frenzied abandoned whimper, and Mike thought about how far she had come from that first night, when he had fucked her after taking her swimming.
"Mmmm, it feels soooo good," Laura moaned, and privately, she knew just how much she meant it. She hadn't realized quite how much she had missed having sexual relations with her husband, until she compared the sensations of real fucking to the relatively minor pleasure she had gotten from her self-stimulation.
Mike worked around and around inside her, a rhythm established, and she answered his wild thrusts with equal spasms of her own. It gratified him as he looked down at her moisture-coated body, her head flailing from side to side, her breasts heaving, to know that she was really needing it, wanting it as much as he did. But he couldn't hold back much longer, and she could see that she, too, was on the brink or orgasm. Mike began to increase the speed of his powerful thrusts, jackhammering into her until he could feel the bottom of her womb with the mushrooming head of his cock. She held him tightly with her long, strong legs, fastening them around him like tentacles, clamping her pussy right up tight against his pelvis, until their bodies seemed to be hinged together at the pubic bone. Her knees were drawn up and spread further apart, the plane of her open loins an unprotected altar. She battered her pussy mercilessly against him, fucking back wantonly, a ceaseless stream of incoherent syllables eschewing from her lips.
With a deep half-human gurgle, her entire body began to vibrate uncontrollably and spasmodic shudders convulsed her slender frame. Through the dimmed reason of his own summating passion, Mike watched her face contort with ardor, as she released her orgasmic fluid in a warm shower over his bloated organ.
She's getting more relaxed, he thought, and then his thoughts were lost in the avalanche of his own outburst as his boiling hot liquid flooded into her steaming cavern in a cannon-shot stream of creamy, frothing male sperm. His pelvis pumped without restraint into her welcoming young belly, until he collapsed across her, his penis like a deflating balloon, a sigh of pure bliss escaping his lips.
CHAPTER THREE
"All right," Mike Richmond said into the phone. "I'll be over right away!"
Oh, no! Laura groaned inwardly. His first day off since moving to California, and already he has to go somewhere. Doesn't that company ever leave him alone? It was bad enough that he had to take Wednesday off instead of the weekend-but it was too much that Mike's firm would spoil the day she had planned for a whole week! It just wasn't fair!
"What's up, honey?" Mike asked good-naturedly, seeing the frown clouding his pretty wife's face. He had hung up the phone, and now he was standing in front of her like an eager young stallion, ready for whatever she wanted him to do.
"Oh, nothing ... Don't you have to go to work?" she scowled, turning her head away.
"Work? ... No, today's my day off ... You know that! I know it's awkward taking it Wednesday and all, but after a month or so, I'll be able to take whole weekends off, and sometimes Friday or Monday, too! Just wait and you'll see, Laura ... moving to California will be the best thing we ever did...."
But Laura was only listening with half attention. Somebody had been on the phone, and Mike had agreed to go over there....
"Oh, I see," Mike suddenly said. "You thought-on the phone-that it was work, didn't you? ... oh, baby, I'm sorry ... it's only Hank Morgan. Do you remember Hank?" Laura nodded dimly. She recognized the name of the old high school buddy of her husband's, but since she had never met him, she didn't have an image of him in her mind. "Isn't he the guy that got us the place here at Bay Vista?" she asked.
"Yeah that's him, sweetheart. I'm dying to let him meet you-he'll be really amazed. We always had this thing together when he lived back home ... to see who could get the best this or that ... And I want to show him I got the best wife!"
"Oh, is he married?" Laura responded, showing a little interest for the first time. If it was a friend of Mike's on the phone, and Mike wanted to see him, then her sightseeing and shopping plans could easily be postponed. She honestly wanted to do whatever would make Mike happy on his day off.
"No, not anymore ... He got divorced a couple years ago ... But you'll really like him, honey. He's charming, handsome, witty-you name it! I told him I'd go say hello ... After all, we've been here a week already, and I haven't even thanked him for finding us this condominium!"
Laura nodded her assent. It would be rude of them not to at least drop in for a few minutes, and then they could take it from there. She was slightly hesitant because she didn't like the idea of being the only woman, but of course Mike would be there, and she never felt left out when Mike was around-however infrequently that was!
Hank Morgan's place was in the same block of buildings where Karen Day lived. Fleetingly, Laura thought of inviting her new friend to accompany them, but then she realized that of course Karen would already be acquainted with her close neighbor.
Hank Morgan's apartment had the same floor plan as the Richmond's place, but it was done up in rich, flamboyant oranges and reds, consistent with his personality. The furniture was black leather, and there were big, plush pillows covered in different skins lying all around, giving the apartment a distinctly bachelor-pad air. Hank himself was over by his well-stocked bar, pouring himself bourbon, when Mike and Laura let themselves in.
"Goddamn, Michael Richmond!" he shouted, when his old friend stepped inside. He splattered his drink on the bar as he rushed over to greet his high school buddy with a big unashamed bear hug. "Christ, is this your wife?" he asked, standing back to admire Laura's sleek figure. "Hell, old buddy ... I think you've won the wife prize!" He winked, first at Mike and then at Laura. There was a sparkling friendliness in the man's deep brown eyes that made even his most crude remarks seem appropriate and well-intentioned. Laura started to blush, at first, but in seconds she relaxed and began to get used to the incredibly good-looking man's blunt manner.
"Bonnie was nothing like Laura, man," he went on, referring to his ex-wife. "She was built, but that was all ... Hell, she couldn't even boil an egg, and half the time her hair was like straw, she put so much dye and junk on it ... But, Christ, Mike, Laura is really something else." Then, to the blonde woman, "I hope he appreciates you, honey ... if he doesn't, you just come over to my place, and we'll teach him a thing or two...."
Mike was quick to catch his friend's playful insinuation and he wrapped his arm around his wife protectively. "No way, Hank ... Laura and I are still into monogamy. We've only been married a year...."
"No problem," Hank assured them both. "Monogamy is something you'll get over in no time ... especially here at Bay Vista ... Can I fix you a drink?"
"Scotch over, thanks," Mike responded immediately. "Laura had some shopping or something planned for this afternoon, so we can't stay too long...."
Laura squeezed his hand to tell him that it was fine with her if they skipped the shopping. She could see how much the two old friends had to talk about, and she was willing to spend the day here as much as anywhere else. There was something oddly attractive about Hank Morgan, and she halfway wanted to stay herself, just to figure out what it was.
Obviously, the curly-haired man was well-off. His furniture showed it, for one thing, and the fact that he was home on a Wednesday when most men were at work intrigued her. Maybe he was so rich he didn't have to work....
The sly forward man guessed her thoughts exactly. "You're wondering why I'm home, and what I do for money, right?" he winked. "I'm surprised your old man didn't tell you ... but then maybe he was jealous!"
To this Mike reacted with mock horror, drawing his wife to one side as if to protect her from an insane monster. But soon his face relaxed into a grin, and he held his palm upward toward his friend, inviting him to go on.
"I'm a farmer," Hank said simply. "I inherited half-interest in my Dad's farm in Illinois, and my brother stayed there to run it, and I moved out here to reap the benefits ... Pretty nice arrangement, wouldn't you say?" His eyes were twinkling mischievously, as if he actually believed he had pulled a fast one.
But Mike took over the explanation, making it brief for his wife's benefit. "All Hank has to do is act as a distributor. He goes into his office every Monday and Tuesday ... and the rest of the week he has off!"
Laura picked up the party mood of the occasion. "Well, Hank, why don't you hire Mike to go in for you on Tuesdays, and then you'll both have six-day weekends!"
"It's a thought ... it's a thought," the dark-haired man pretended to muse. "And on Tuesdays, I could come over and keep you company!"
Laura blushed, a healthy pink glow taking over her creamy white cheeks. She could tell with her feminine instinct that Mike's friend wasn't entirely kidding. She knew that if she even gave the slightest hint of willingness, Hank would be all over her in an instant, regardless of his long-standing friendship with her husband. The thought disturbed the pretty honey-blonde, and she wondered why Mike seemed to be oblivious to the tension his friend was emanating in her direction.
"Tuesday is my bridge club," Laura forced herself to lie casually. She didn't even know how to play bridge, actually, having always associated it with tea parties and lonely widows. But it seemed like a good put-off, and both her husband and Hank laughed heartily.
Hank's genuine admiration for her grew as the morning wore on, and by noon, when Mike said they would have to be going, Hank was already inviting them over for another drink later on. "Maybe you've heard about the pool party this Friday," he suggested. "Why don't you stop by beforehand, for a pre-swimming cocktail?"
"Maybe we will," Mike agreed. "Sounds like a good idea ... as long as I don't have to work...." Then he turned to his wife. "But you can come over anyway, honey ... Hank's bark is a lot worse than his bite!"
When the charming young couple had left, Hank allowed his thoughts to wander salaciously. Mike wasn't exactly his best friend, although they had been very close ten years ago. But, hell! He sure did have the most gorgeous looking chick for a wife! Christ, she can't be more than twenty, he mused. What's she doing married to an old guy like Mike? It didn't seem to enter his mind that he was exactly the same age as her husband; since he'd been living in California, he'd begun to think of himself as a perpetual twenty-two, even though he was going to be thirty on his next birthday.
He gathered up the empty glasses and clinked them into the dishwasher. Hank kept an impeccably neat apartment, because he could never be sure when he was going to need it for an impromptu party or an important date. Besides, Karen was coming over in a few minutes, and he wanted to have the place nice for her.
Karen Day was one of Hank's special friends. She had the same happy-go-lucky attitude that he did, and when his wife had left him, she had been the only woman he felt comfortable talking to. She was young, too, though not as young as Mrs. Richmond, and Hank wondered if she would be able to arrange for him to meet Mike's wife alone sometime. With her position on the Welcome Committee, Karen ought to be able to arrange something....
"Yoo-hoo!" Karen's friendly voice rang into Hank's thoughts. "Can I come in?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she stepped through Hank Morgan's perpetually unlocked front door. She was dressed in a lime green tennis dress, so short that it exposed the entire tanned length of her small shapely thighs. The front of the dress was cut in a low vee, so her firm, mounding breasts were exposed alluringly with practically every movement. The green dress was why so many of the men at Bay Vista lost to her in tennis, because they always had a hell of a time trying to keep their eyes and minds on the ball.
"Where are you, Hankie, baby?" She always called Hank 'Hankie,' because when his wife had left him, she had pretended to be bringing him a handkerchief to cry into ... although he had been completely dry-eyed the whole time.
"In here, Karen," he called from the bedroom. "Come in here, I want to show you my high school yearbook...."
Karen obeyed agreeably. It didn't bother her at all to be walking into men's bedrooms, particularly Hank's, because it was such a common occurrence around here that it seemed perfectly natural. "What do you want to show me?"
"Look, do you recognize him?" Hank was pointing to a picture of a young, thin-faced boy with a brown flat-top haircut, and Karen began to laugh.
"No, not that I know of ... Was he the senior heart-throb or something?"
"Look closely ... You sure you've never met him?"
"Well, seeing as you're the only person I know from Illinois, and that obviously isn't you ... Do you think I should?"
"I'm not the only person you know from Illinois," Hank pointed out slyly. "That new couple, the Richmonds...."
"Oh, my God," Karen giggled gleefully. "Is that her husband? I've never met him ... Do you know him or something?"
"I'm the one that got them their apartment," Hank reminded her. "And I had them over this morning for a little drink ... Christ! You're the only girl I could tell this to, Karen, but...."
"Yeah, I know," Karen interrupted. "You want me to see if I can fix you up with Laura. You know ... You'll think this is funny, but, when I met her the other afternoon, I thought to myself, 'This is the kind of girl Hank'll really dig!' ... Isn't that strange? And here you know her husband!"
"Karen, you've really got balls, for a girl," Hank said admiringly. He laid his hand on her sexy knee and squeezed it gently. He knew he could trust her to be discreet, just as she had been when she had spent the night with him so many times right after his divorce. He looked down at the top of her shiny platinum-blonde head, marvelling that her hair was its natural color. His ex-wife Bonnie's hair had been a different color every week, and he remembered how he had appreciated Karen's naturalness.
He'd never known a woman who could be so impulsively friendly and outgoing as his petite young neighbor. And she was the first woman he had ever been involved with who didn't show a hint of jealousy. Damn! Karen had fixed him up with that Willows woman, over in the Richmond's building ... Grace Dextra, the lady whose husband was a travelling salesman ... that sexy little brunette secretary, whatever her name was ... Christ! Karen's really something else! Three separate women she had hauled in for him, all while she was sleeping with him herself!
"You'll do it, then?" Hank asked softly. He wanted to ask her her opinion about his getting in the pants of his friend's wife, but he didn't know quite what to say. Karen might not understand. She hadn't been raised on a midwest farm the way he and Mike Richmond had, and she might be puzzled by their lingering sense of morality and fair play. Mike had astutely recognized Hank's interest in his wife, and had gone out of his way to explain that they were strictly monogamous. If Karen was too bold with young Laura Richmond, it might blow the whole thing, rather than set it up perfectly.
"What's the matter, Hankie?" Karen smiled up at him. "You afraid I'll botch it?"
"Weeelll," the older man replied slowly. "I know how those girls are, from back home ... and I don't think Laura will be as well, willing to be unfaithful as the others were. See, the other women were basically unsatisfied with their sexual lives, so all it took with them was a little prompting...."
"God, Hankie, you must think I'm only seventeen! I talked to Laura a few times already. She's really very nice, and worldly, too. It might take a while, but she'll get used to the idea ... Don't worry about her ... Mike's a travelling something, too ... a machinery inspector, I think."
"With people from where I come from, that doesn't enter into it," Hank explained tentatively. His hand was inching upward on Karen's smooth tan thigh, teasing and tickling at the legband of her lime-green ruffled tennis panties. Already, his mind was getting foggy and he couldn't call up an image of the honey-blonde woman he had been so hot about just a minute ago. Karen's body was pressing toward his now, barely perceptibly, but her fresh, open warmth was enveloping his whole being.
His fingers danced around the legband of her panties, the fingertips brushing electrically against the moistening crotchband. Karen squirmed under his tantalizing stroking, shivers of awakening desire coursing up and down her spine. It was always like this with Hankie Morgan-she couldn't resist him. That was why it had been so easy for her to persuade her girlfriends to give him a chance. She was like a salesman who truly believed in his product, whenever she approached a new woman with the proposal Hank was offering. The knowledge that he was infatuated with yet another woman didn't dampen her desire for him at all. In fact it almost increased it, because it made her proud to realize that through all his passing fancies, he would always return to her. She wasn't in love with Hank, exactly, but she did love him tremendously. She was more in love with life and all its exciting possibilities, at the moment, but she had often thought that if the urge to settle down ever overcame her, she would want to settle down with someone like Hank.
"Oh, Karen ... I knew I could depend on you ... " he whispered, leaning his head down into her short, cupid-like curls.
Karen mumbled something soothing in response. His fingers were torturing her now, and although she had come over to invite him for a set of tennis, she was rapidly forgetting all thought of sports and sunshine.
"God, Hankie ... You're really driving me crazy," she moaned, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs a little. She wanted to pull him right down on top of her, but she could see that he still had something on his mind.
"Baby," he began, inserting a finger inside the pulsing folds of her genital flesh, just underneath the lacy fabric of her panties. "I want you to tell me how you're going to do it...."
"Do what?" Karen asked, already forgetting her promise to see if she could fix him up with Mike Richmond's wife.
"Set it up so I can get a piece of Laura Richmond," Hank said. His fingers worked feverishly right up between her pussy lips now, and Karen was powerless to exert any self-control.
"I ... um ... Well, I haven't had much time ... to ... uh, think about it ... Oh, Hank, can't we talk about it later?" the blonde woman groaned, her legs melting to buttery fluidity under the ministrations of the playboy's fingers. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her platinum hair shining like silver wisps around her tanned face. The narrow strip of her crotchband was completely exposed between her widespread limbs, and her eyes travelled the length of Hank's thickly set body, to rest at the point where a faintly throbbing bulge was rapidly becoming discernible.
"Okay, lover," Hank gave in, his eyes fixing on the pulsing spot hidden by her lime green panties, "you win ... we'll talk about Laura later."
He leaned down to help her unzip the back of her snugly-fitted tennis dress, pulling it anxiously downward so he could see the excited swelling of her breasts, which were cradled together in the halter of her lacy bra. She wriggled out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor, and her own eyes fastened on his penis, which was jutting out from his loins like a massive third arm, supported by the balled fish of his huge distended testicles. She stripped off her bra hastily, and she let Hank slowly lower her already lust-moistened panties.
"Let's get it together, Karen!" Hank growled heartily, shoving her down beneath him on the bed. Karen laughed throatily with delight as he pinned her there, her voluptuous body sinking into the soft fur of the mock-red fox spread, his mouth trailing down over her velvety pliant skin. He could feel her entire body quivering under his kisses, every nerve ending alive and expectant. His mouth came to rest on the softly curled hair of her pubic fleece, and he breathed deeply of the warm female odor which was emanating from the depths of her inviting orifice. He hovered over her, taken aback by the tantalizing sight of the moistly throbbing coralline pussy offered so freely up to him. He could see the thin-haired outer lips, fleshily swollen already in desire, forming a protective furrow for the dilated, petal-edged mouth of her vagina and the pink tip of her hard little clitoris, rigid from his manual awakening.
Deftly, Hank placed a hand on each inner thigh and spread her smooth, delicately shapely legs further apart, exposing even more of the moist pink lips of her vaginal slit. He stared at his objective for a moment longer, and then, with torturous slowness, he lowered his head. His tongue snaked out like a racing lizard and swiped at the full length of his girlfriend's waiting pussy. Karen moaned, her voice sounding deep and throaty, as she jerked her buttocks back against the bedspread, the searing touch of Hank's touch burning like a firebrand on her naked genitals.
"Mmmm, oh, God, Hankie! Oh!" she gasped, her words ending in an impassioned sob as his tongue snaked around inside her naked vaginal folds. Her hips undulated up against the rugged flesh of his face, and Hank felt a violent spasm convulse through her body, as his lips discovered the trembling turgidity of her clitoris. The flesh of her pussy felt satiny smooth as he licked and nibbled at the warm dampness of it with growing hunger. He sucked in the nectarine moistness that flowed out from her depths to welcome him and its hot dewiness seemed to travel the length of his body and burn with fiery heat through his veins, all the way down his hardened cock.
He pushed his mouth hard against the delicate pink furrow, her palpitating pussy hotly rimming around his nose and lips. She was squirming as his hands closed around her buttocks, his fingers digging into the softly yielding flesh of her asscheeks. He could hear her moaning as he thrust his long, saliva-slick tongue further and deeper inside her, and she jerked upward, trying to skewer herself completely on his plunging organ.
Hank raised his eyes and surveyed her writhing, perspiration-bathed body with satisfaction. Her breasts were jiggling provocatively, like two gigantic white pyramids, topped with puckering brown nipples, and her curly blonde head was flailing from side to side, her mouth half-open in desire. Her cunt flowered open wider and he could feel the cords of her thighs flexing and relaxing in rhythm with his swirling tongue.
Suddenly, he felt her moving beneath him. For a moment he thought she was cumming, that she had reached orgasm already, but then he realized that she was turning, wriggling her head down toward his cock, until she was lying the opposite direction underneath him.
"Aaaah," he heard her moan, and he continued to burrow his lips and tongue deeper and deeper into her stretching vaginal hole, the lewd sluicing sounds ringing clearly in his ears.
He grunted into her pussy flesh as he felt her fingers closing around his throbbing cock, and at her touch, Hank felt the blood racing hotly through his veins. At first, her grasp was gentle, caressing his inflated rod with light, feathery strokes. Then she cupped his balls in her palm, nestling them like eggs, weighing them tenderly. Then he felt the first long, cool sweep of his tongue, making his heart pound like a tom-tom in his ribcage. He felt a warm sensuous euphoria creeping over him as her full parted lips enclosed his pulsating cockhead into her hot, buttery oral depths.
Her agile tongue darted in and out, probing at the excitedly seeping glans at the tip. He could feel her sucking and licking the whole length of his hardened male flesh, her hot searing kisses lubricating the tautly stretched outer flesh of his penis. Her tongue seemed to be suctioning at the tip of his cock, draining it of any lurking pre-cum, and Hank raised his head slightly, to look down between their lewdly pressed bodies to see his organ disappearing between her lips.
Karen's cheeks were bloated, filled to the bursting point with the massive intrusion of his aching cock. Her body was glistening with the combined moisture of both their exertion, as he again lowered his head into her seething vaginal slit, hearing the obscene creaking sounds of the bed as it rocked under their weight.
Goddamn! he thought. I don't care who else you compare her to, there's nobody-but nobody!-who can give head like Karen Day!
Her fingers darted up and down the length of his penis, following the path of her lips, and Hank began to shiver and tremble as he felt his member inflating from the force of the blood rushing through the pulsating tube. He could feel rather than hear her mewling with pleasure as his own tongue sank deeper and deeper into her undulating crystal channel. She was sucking steadily, rhythmically, in time to her own desperate oral probing, and her fingers were like foraging insects crawling over the firm tenseness of his buttocks.
He increased the tempo of his furious tongue-fucking, licking at her distended vaginal lips, plunging into her moist mysterious valley, gripping the hard little love-button of her clitoris between his teeth, biting it tenderly, hotly reaming the churning cavern of her cuntal orifice.
She was twisting and writhing about beneath him, forcing her tortured loins up against his frantically working mouth, causing further guttural moans to explode around his pounding cock. Her heels locked around the back of his neck, trapping him completely as he mashed against the ravenous expanse of her pussy. Her mouth gulped savagely on his cock, sucking it back into her throat until the glistening tip of it brushed against her tonsils.
Then, suddenly, she stiffened like a poker, her body going-tense and rigid.
Hank heard her gasping moans muffling around his cock, and then her whole being seemed to explode! She began to quake and flail wantonly, her whole body gyrating like a rawhide whip. Her mouth tugged and chewed on his own bursting member, unleashing the torrent of his own frenetic desire.
"Aaaauuuggghhh! God!" he gasped into her spewing cunt.
His hips were thrashing from side to side as his boiling sperm shot like water from a fire hose into her warmly clasping mouth. She held on to the jerking cock, swallowing voraciously as tide after tide of his tangy hot seed spilled continually from the flagellating tip of his penis. Even as the last raging droplets steamed up from his balls, she seemed to jump more and more of his burning semen out of his cock tube, milking like a hungry machine on his emptying male organ.
"Oooohh, mmmph," he groaned finally, collapsing across Karen's still-twitching body. His tongue slipped wetly from the inflamed flesh of her drenched pussy, and she allowed his cock to slide from between her cum-sticky lips.
"Oh, Hankie, that was fantastic!" Karen breathed. "If Laura Richmond won't go for that ... she won't go for anything...."
Hank sat up now, leaning on one elbow. "So you think she'd like sixty-nining?" he asked, with renewed interest.
"I don't know about sixty-nine on the first date, but ... I think I know how you can at least get a chance to try for some more conventional sex. How do you feel about the swimming pool?"
Hank looked thoughtful. "You mean the pool party Friday night? I've already invited Mike and Laura over for a drink first...."
"Well, invite me too," Karen declared decisively, "and I'll take care of all the details...."
CHAPTER FOUR
Laura Richmond combed her long, tawny hair into two girlish pony tails and tied them with black elastic bands to hold them in place.
"I always feel kind of silly, getting my hair up like this, but I absolutely despise bathing caps," she explained to her new friend, Karen. The petite blonde woman sat on the edge of Laura's waterbed, watching her make the final preparations for the big swimming party they were both going to this evening. She admired Laura's long, sleek figure, enhanced so alluringly by the skimpy satin-finish bikini she was wearing, and Karen looked down at her own body ruefully.
"If I only had your figure," she began musingly, "God, I'd have nothing but clothes! Everywhere ... kitchen cupboards, bookshelves ... Everything would be just packed with clothes. How can you stand to go shopping, when everything looks so darn fantastic on you?"
Laura blushed modestly. Karen had the kind of body the young woman had always dreamed about-petite, voluptuous, totally feminine and enticing. In addition, the older girl had the kind of hair blonde women always wished theirs was like-platinum blonde and naturally curly. Her eyes were the brightest blue, almost turquoise, they were so clear and sparkling. How could someone so beautiful as Karen Day actually be envious of her, Laura Richmond?'
"You must be kidding," Mike's wife returned. "I've always wished I looked like you ... How can you possibly keep the men away?" She looked frankly at Karen's string bikini, it's stark white skimpiness only emphasizing the perfect golden tan she still had, even though it was October.
"Oh," Karen exclaimed, as if she had just thought of something. "I meant to ask you about that ... All the guys here at Bay Vista are asking me about you ... I guess they figure I'd know because I'm on the Welcome Committee."
Laura turned sharply, her brush frozen in mid-stroke. "Who? And what do they say?" Her voice was harsh, worried. As she had suspected, Mike had not arrived home yet, even though he had made special arrangements to have Friday afternoon and evening free of any obligations. He hadn't called, so it was still possible that he would make it on time, but they were due at Hank Morgan's place by six, and it was nearly that now. Laura wasn't looking forward to the idea of going to a swimming party without her husband, especially if what Karen said was true-that there were certain men interested in her....
"Oh, nothing in particular," Karen responded casually. She sensed the young woman's agitation immediately, and she had to do all she could to allay her suspicions. "They think you're fantastic-looking ... but doesn't everybody? I suppose Mike has a lot of competition," she added leadingly.
"No, none," Laura said flatly. "I love my husband, and I'd never consider cheating on him ... Don't people out here care about that sort of thing?"
"What sort of thing?" Karen prompted, genuinely curious about Laura's sense of morality. To Karen, sex was the most natural thing in the world, and it always flattered her when men took an interest in her. She wasn't really familiar with the kind of upbringing her new young friend had had, and she really wanted to try to understand it.
"Oh, sex and all that. Back home, only the most awful men would ever make a pass at a married woman ... But the other day, I met one of Mike's friends, who lives here and got us our apartment. He seemed-well, forward, if you know what I mean, and if he hadn't been a friend of Mike's, well ... I don't know what I'd've done!"
Karen studied her thoughtfully. She suspected that Laura was referring to the day she had met Hank Morgan, but she didn't want to rush her into anything until it was absolutely safe. "Do you remember Grace Dextra?" she asked slowly. "The get-together with the women was at her apartment ... I don't want to embarrass you, but she was the one who was talking about ... masturbation...."
"Oh, yes, I remember," Laura answered, a little too quickly. It was an effort, but she managed to keep from blushing as she listened to what Karen had to say.
"Well, I hope you won't think I'm a gossip or anything, because Grace told me this herself. Anyway, she has had affairs-outside her marriage-with men right here in this complex! She told me that it's actually helped her marriage, because she and her husband find each other that much more exciting when they do make love together...." She paused, trying to assess the younger woman's reaction. "Now, I'm not married, so I'm no authority ... But most of my married friends here seem to enjoy a little activity outside the confines of their vows-just for variety...."
"Uh, really?" Laura grimaced. She had finished combing her hair, and now she was searching through her tightly packed closet for the cover-up that went with her swimsuit. "I just don't think I could do something like that ... It seems so ... so unnatural! But I'm not knocking it, Karen, because I know that some people are very happy with an open-type marriage arrangement ... It's just that Mike and I aren't like that."
"Yeah, I understand," Karen replied. "If you're looking for a smock or something, don't bother ... Everybody just goes out to the pool like this."
Laura shot another glance at Karen's extremely revealing garment. It consisted of four tiny triangles, held together by mere spaghetti-thin straps. There was one triangle that barely hid her triangle of pubic hair, one that didn't completely cover her ass-cleavage, and two on the top, hardly bigger than the brown areolas of her nipples. How can anyone be comfortable in that? she wondered. Her own suit was as daring as she could imagine anyone actually wearing; it was flesh-toned and shiny, so in the water, it looked like nothing more than an extension of her creamy white flesh. But it was modestly cut from the same pattern as standard bikini bathing suits, having the appearance of a rather voluptuous bra and panty combination.
"Well, I think I'd feel a little strange in just this," Laura commented, still looking for the robe-like cover-up. "It's almost like being in your underwear, unless you're in the water."
"Yeah, I know," Karen nodded. "I felt that way when I first moved here too ... By the way, a friend of mine invited me over for a cocktail before the party. I think you know him-Hank Morgan."
"Why, yes!" Laura exclaimed. "That's Mike's friend from high school! He's the one I was telling you about...." And then she blushed. "Oh, Karen, I'm sorry!" How could she have been so indiscreet? What if Hank was Karen's boyfriend, or something? How would she feel knowing that Hank had made a pass at another woman? What a callous thing to say! the innocent young woman scolded herself.
"Oh, don't worry, Laura," the other girl smiled. "He's just a friend of mine ... but ... he did say you were gorgeous!"
Impulsively, she stood up, grabbing her huge beach towel and throwing it over her shoulders so it draped down over her breasts and partially made up for what her bathing costume lacked.
"I think we should be getting over there. He said come at six, and if the party starts at six-thirty, we'd better get going...."
Laura nodded her agreement. As long as Karen was going to Hank's, too, it couldn't be dangerous. Mike would just have to come when he could. Laura couldn't start being rude so soon after she'd moved in, especially since she was actually ready for the party.
The two girls were surprised to find Hank's apartment occupied already by several men, all casually dressed in swim trunks, and all but one without even a t-shirt. Laura started to whisper her disapproval to Karen, but the older girl squeezed her arm reassuringly. "They're all harmless, really, dear."
To Hank, she said, "Hello, Hankie! Where's our drinks?"
"Coming right up, Sweetheart," the dark-haired man smiled, nodding approvingly at Karen's stylish swimsuit. Laura had worn her robe anyway, and she was glad of it, too ... But Hank was mildly disappointed that he couldn't see what she had on underneath. Oh, well, he thought to himself. I'll get a chance to see it in the pool, anyway ... I wonder what Karen's figured out on that score, anyway?
He didn't pressure young Mrs. Richmond right away. He was the picture of gentlemanly gallantry when he served her a gin-and-tonic on a wooden coaster, and he inquired casually when Mike would be coming.
"I hope in time for the swimming party," Laura answered, not really looking at him squarely. Something about him made her feel uneasy, and Karen had left her alone momentarily, to go and chat with one of her obvious admirers. Watching her new friend, Laura had a pang of regret that she was married. She remembered, instantaneously, the advice of her mother, when she had announced that she was going to marry Mike.
"I hope you're not rushing into anything," her mother had said. "Of course I got married at nineteen, too, but I had known your father for several years, by that time...." And then she had gone on to warn Laura about the possibility of meeting someone else, later-too late, in fact to do anything about it.
Looking around at the six or seven young men gathered in Hank's apartment, Laura decided that she wouldn't have met anyone important here, anyway, but she did wish Mike would hurry up, so she wouldn't seem so conspicuously unattached. She kept edging over toward Karen, but the older girl kept getting spirited away, by this or that man who seemed to be interested in her.
At least, Laura thought wryly, they don't seem to be taking an unnatural interest in me ... Karen must have been wrong about everyone's asking about me. But the thought brought her small comfort, however, and she found herself wishing she could be more outgoing and carefree like Karen. Oh, why doesn't Mike get here, so I'll stop thinking all these horrible things?
To pass the time, Laura went over to the bar and poured herself another drink. She was inexperienced as a bartender, not even being the legal age to drink, and she inadvertently mixed too much vodka in an attempt to make a Vodka-seven-up, a drink Mike often fixed for her because it was mild and didn't taste of alcohol. She had barely been able to swallow the bitter gin drink Hank had given her, so she was grateful for the opportunity to mix her own.
"Ugh," she sputtered to herself, as she took a sip of the strong liquid she had prepared. It certainly didn't taste like what Mike always gave her! But she valiantly sipped at it anyway, trying not to grimace as she gradually drank it down far enough so there was room for more seven-up in the glass. "Ahh," she sighed, when she had diluted the liquor. She hadn't had any lunch, and dinner wasn't going to be served until seven, out at the pool, so the alcohol was already taking an effect. It made her feel less uncomfortable about being around all the strange men and Karen Day, and finally she began to relax.
She discovered it was quite hot in Hank's apartment, and she reached down to loosen the drawstring of her thin jersey robe. There were only two buttons on the sexy swimsuit cover-up, one above and one below the waist, and she undid them both at the same time, sighing aloud when the cool air washed over her bare skin.
"I was wondering when you'd get around to that," a strange male voice said out of nowhere. Laura turned around quickly to see an unfamiliar smiling face, but before she could say anything, the man was pulled roughly away, by Hank Morgan.
"She's married," the dark-haired man said gruffly, and the stranger quickly moved away. Hank sat down beside Laura on the narrow leather hassock where she had been sitting and laid his hand on her knee. "Don't worry about him, Laura," he said kindly. "He's new here, too, and he doesn't know too many girls...."
He let his eyes rove over her now-exposed figure. "Christ, but you look fantastic," he admired. "No wonder Mike tries to keep you covered up!"
"Oh, he didn't make me wear that; I wanted to," Laura explained hurriedly, blushing furiously. She had been grateful, seconds ago, when Hank had motioned the other man away, but now she was beginning to think it was a mixed blessing. "What time is it?" she asked nervously. Maybe if it was time for the party down at the pool, she would be rescued from the embarrassing prospect of facing Mike's friend alone.
"Getting itchy for the water?" Hank guessed, not entirely incorrectly. "It's almost six-thirty, now, so if you want to, we can go out and test the water before the big crowds get there...."
The mention of big crowds had a hopeful ring to the embarrassed blonde's ear. The alcohol was affecting her more than she had anticipated, and she was becoming genuinely worried about staying here in this cramped little room with all the men who seemed to be leering at her. Oh, where is Mike? she thought again in anguish, but she realized all she could do now was wait. She nodded weakly to the seemingly concerned friend of her husband's, letting him slide his arm under her own to guide her out to the pool area.
Already, there were twenty or thirty men and women gathered around the kidney-shaped heated pool, and another eight or ten in the water. The sun was setting beautifully over the large plate-glass buildings of the third wing of Bay Vista, bathing the whole area in pink and purple light. Laura felt that it ought to be cold, but the air was still and pleasantly humid, the way it got back home just before it was about to rain. But there were virtually no clouds on this Friday night-only a slight hazy belt of fog, visible to the west, and glowing fuchsia with the filtered light from the sun.
Someone had set up a stereo in his poolside apartment, and the clear, heavy beat of rock-and-roll music from the late sixties was blaring into the open. Several members of the Welcome Committee were manning six open barbecue pits, and a couple of hired caterers were setting up a long buffet table with salads and cold cuts. It was the most elegant spread Laura had ever seen, and she thrilled at the idea that it was going to become a way of life for them, now that she and Mike had made the down payment on their condominium home.
Hank could see the excitement creeping over her beautiful features. "Care for a swim?" he asked elegantly, guiding her to the edge of the shallow end of the lighted, heated pool She dipped her toe in, and suddenly, all she wanted to do was swim, and feel the warm, therapeutic effect that heated pools always gave her. She dove in lightly, before Hank could make another move, and she felt her long pony tails trailing along the surface of the water as she slithered just below and swam underwater.
Seconds later she surfaced, and felt the distinct pressure of hands around her delicate slender ankles. Hank bubbled up behind her, the droplets of water glistening in his curly black hair as if they refused to soak in. The sun was behind him, silhouetting him against a bright magenta background, and if Laura hadn't been so completely in love with her husband, she would have almost thought Hank was ethereally handsome, like some god-like image from an ancient time.
He was looking at her flushed features, and the long, darkened strands of her hair clinging alluringly to her slender shoulders ... and he was thinking roughly the same thought. Impulsively he lunged for her, but she teasingly ducked underwater, swimming around behind him to avoid his greedy grasp.
When she came up for air, Laura saw Karen and two men, laughing at the side of the pool.
"She's got you, Hank ... You'll have to be a little faster!" someone shouted, and Laura was only mildly surprised at this point to see that it was Karen. The young wife was convinced now that there was a vast moral difference between herself and the older girl, even though she found it so easy and comforting to talk to her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt a flickering of warning ... Stay cool, Laura. These people may all be friendly and outgoing, but they're not the same as you ... If you want to maintain your dignity and self-respect, you've got no one to rely on but yourself!
Her first reaction to the disturbing thought was to get out of the pool and cover up, at least until Mike came. But she found herself oddly drawn to stay. Karen and the other two men were in the pool now, splashing and playing like innocent children, and Laura couldn't see how anything perverted or insidious could possibly be lurking behind their merry, laughing expressions. She found herself joining in their fun, and she began to relax, even without Mike there to protect her ... But she failed to notice the approving wink Karen flashed in Hank's direction, or Hank's responding "right-o" sign.
It was nearly an hour before the first barbecued spare-ribs were heaped from the grill onto broad serving platters. The sun had gone down, and Karen, Laura and Hank were drying off in some deck chairs, warmed by the heat of the coals. Laura was enjoying herself so much that she was hardly aware of Hank's arm insinuating itself behind her back, or of the approaching shadow of her husband, dressed in his green trunks and carrying a beach towel.
"Hey, you two, it isn't Tuesday, yet!" he shouted, as soon as he saw his wife and his high school buddy. Laura blushed hotly, but fortunately, the orange light from the smoldering coals successfully camouflaged her change in color.
When Mike got closer, he continued in a normal tone, "I thought this was a swimming party-why all the lounging around?"
Laura wanted to get angry with him, for being late and not calling, but something in the cool, pleasant atmosphere of the country club-like party made it impossible for her to react. Instead, she gently pressed Hank's arm away, and reached up a hand to Mike, who pulled her up out of the chair.
She raced him to the water, amid a rising chorus of "ah's" as the other residents realized that this tall, handsome newcomer was the beautiful woman's husband. Laura swam beside him proudly, and they were the only ones in the pool....
Mike's rugged body was glimmering like polished leather as he glided noiselessly from one end to the other. And his wife's skin seemed to glow luminescently, clear and creamy through the turquoise crystal of the separating ripples her movements created. They slithered together and embraced, pushed apart and swam. Mike lifted her up on his broad shoulders, her heaving breasts protruding above the shimmery fabric of her suit and her long thighs and calves glistening in the reflected light of the pool.
They were hardly even aware that Karen Day and Hank Morgan had joined them. Most of the other people were eating, now, at tables set up on the patio in front of the clubhouse.
The four young lithe bodies seemed to be completely alone, even though the low murmur of dinner conversation and the clinking of glasses reached their ears as if from a great distance. The forms of the other guests faded into a hazy, dimly lit background, and the bathers hardly noticed them at all.
Laura couldn't explain how it happened, but she found herself in a blissful embrace with lecherous Hank Morgan. At first she was fearful that Mike might be watching, but when she turned around, she was shocked to find him similarly engaged with Karen Day!
Immediately she sprang back to her senses. The magical feeling of the evening left her instantly, and she became exceedingly embarrassed and angry that they could all be so careless, in front of the entire population of their condominium neighborhood. Oh God! What's gotten into us?
She struggled to break Hank's lewd embrace, and an urgent whispered warning to her husband forced its way through her lips.
"Cut it out!" she hissed through her teeth, but Mike didn't hear.
She felt Hank's hands sleeking down her flank, teasing at the mound of her pubis through the satiny fabric of her bikini panties, and her legs began to kick ferociously against him.
"Hey, stop it, Hank," she pleaded, trying to retain a semblance of the dignity that she felt appropriate for the situation. But the diners were still oblivious to the activity in the pool, and Mike and Karen had wandered over to the buffet table, talking and picking out little slices of pickle and cucumber to munch on. God, can't Mike see what's going on? She wanted to call out to him, but she was too embarrassed. Hadn't she just decided that the degree of her involvement with any of these people was up to her? And surely Mike had known what Hank was doing when he had dared to grab lovely Karen Day around the waist!
But now Mike was behaving himself, escorting the petite blonde bomb-shell in the string bikini to a table, inexplicably ignoring his frantic young wife.
"Oooohh," she shuddered, unable to control herself under the tantalizing ministrations of Hank's fingers on the outside of her bikini. She could feel the inflated length of his penis bulging hotly against her thigh, and she was powerless to resist when he guided her hand by the wrist, forcing it right down into his trunks!
It felt like a red hot poker, searing at her tender fingers, and desperately she tried to wrench it away. She turned pleading eyed to the faceless forms of the animated partiers, but no one, not even Mike, were looking forward the pool. God, this is impossible! Hank's member was jerking under her hand in mounting excitement, and yet she still couldn't pull away. Her hand was trapped there, brutally, by the lust-obsessed man by her side. Why can't they see what's happening?! Why don't they care?!
"Oh, Hank, please let me go," she half-sobbed into his ear. "M-My husband's right out there...."
But Hank just smiled back at her. He had her where he wanted her, and Karen was taking care of her husband. He boldly reached up with his hand and cupped one full breast through the slinky fabric of her bikini bra, his fingers squeezing the sensitive nipple to hardened erection. Her mind cried out against the excruciating pleasure-pain, but before she could vocalize it, she felt herself being pulled underwater, and she gasped for air before her head went down.
In the flickering turquoise light under the surface of the heated pool, Laura felt her neighbor's hand trailing down along her hip, caressing her thigh, and then crawling up again, inserting itself under the legband of her thin, clinging bikini panties! Oh, God! Make him stop! her dazed brain screamed. She struggled to the surface and gulped the air, but Hank was still below, and as she tried to clench her thighs together to keep out the despicable invader, she felt his finger tease at the trembling mound of her vagina, probing hotly at the tangled vee of her pubic curls.
"M-Mike!" she called aloud, but a swift pull from underneath yanked her lips below the surface of the water, and her outcry was muffled in a bubbling gurgle. Hank's fingers were pushing the restricting bottom half of her bikini down, now, around her thighs, and his middle finger slithered brazenly into the moist, water washed cuntal furrow up between her legs.
She kicked and thrashed as they both surfaced again for air, but again, before she could scream, she was pulled under. Her strength was ebbing with the continuous struggle for breath, and her wildly reeling brain seemed to give in; she had to submit to Mike's friend's fingers searching around her no-longer protected vagina, dipping into her warm secret depths.
Hank shoved his muscular body on top of hers, propelling them both to the steps at the shallow end of the pool. There, he seated her firmly on the bottom step, kneeling down in front of her and leering lecherously.
"There," he panted softly. "Now we won't have to be fighting each other in the deep end...."
Laura's panties were handing precariously around her knees, now, and through the shallow water, she gasped in horror at how clearly outlined her naked pussy mound was.
"Oh, God, Hank!" she cried in deep embarrassment. Her hands dove down to retrieve her only protection, but Hank stopped her wrists viciously.
"No, little lady ... I'm not going to hurt you, and no one's watching."
God, why isn't anyone watching? Can't they tell that Hank is probing in my vagina with his fingers? God, how can they just sit there, eating, when he's ... raping me?! His fingers were now toying with the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending shock waves through her in ripples of forbidden pleasure. His fingertip teased unmercifully at the erogenous tip of her miniature phallus, and she screamed inwardly, no longer able to muster the strength to cry aloud.
I can't let it happen! Karen would know how to fight it ... Why can't I? Oh, why doesn't someone come over to the pool?
Tears sprang to her brimming eyes, but they streamed down her cheeks unnoticed, mingling with the alluring wetness of the pool water, that was already suffusing her skin with a glimmering glow. The ripples of delight surging up from her loins were undeniable, now, and she almost hoped that Mike wouldn't come looking for her ... But still her conscious mind-or what was left of it after the assault of the alcohol and the present assault on her cunt-registered abhorrence, revulsion, as every principle she had ever set for herself was being methodically, mechanically violated, by the involuntary responding of her own, traitorous body. She tried to fight the undeniable pleasure, tried to banish it from her mutinous flesh, but she couldn't struggle against the overpowering sensations.
She had no desire to scream, anymore, as she laid her head back in the shallow water, letting her pony tails swirl around her in glorious slow-motion undulation, unconsciously mirroring the motions of his insidious fingers stroking at the soft flanges of her vagina, hungrily caressing their young velvety hotness.
"That's better, Laura," Hank crooned, sensing her surrender. "I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking...." He raised his free hand up to her breasts, thrusting up proudly above the surface of the shallow water, jutting out firmly with the seductive arch of her back as she swirled her long hair in the water. His fingers pinched at first one nipple and then the other, strumming them with expertise into painful erection.
Laura sagged against the steps. She was giving in feely to the ecstatic sensuality that was building in her, in spite of the fact that it was being induced by her husband's friend and not her husband. The must be what all the women in California were used to doing ... The things that the unmarried girls in the group were talking about so unashamedly-and the married women as well!
Her loins were aflame now, in spite of her shame at the bold man's caresses, the throbbing between her thighs one mass of exquisite sensation. She had never felt anything like this incredible pleasure, being given by this man who had initially frightened her into instinctive wariness, only a few minutes ago. Not even in her wildest lovemaking with her own husband, had the thrill of arousal been so intense and needle-sharp. It had never been like this with Mike.
She knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen, shouldn't be letting Mike's friend use her body like a whore. But there was nothing she could do to stop the intense stabs of pleasure, flashing through her body like bolts of lightning under the sluicing ministrations of Hank's fingers in her seething pussy. His digits swirled in and out of her clasping, writhing hole, until her whole lust-incensed body was undulating in heathen rhythm.
"Mmmmm, Hank...." she mewled, her voice vibrating with a gurgle in the water.
Hank smiled in satisfaction at the further proof of what he had always believed about himself: that he was irresistible to women. Of course, Karen Day was in no small way responsible for this particular opportunity, so effectively occupying Mike Richmond that he never even missed the presence of his own wife. Hank looked around now, to where Karen had positioned Mike with his back to the pool, so she could watch Hank's progress without arousing Mike's suspicion. She kept filling his paper cup with wine from a bottle she had set on their table, and it looked as though they were eating spare-ribs as well.
Laura was past all rational thought. She was no longer a conscientious housewife from Illinois-she was just a body, a writhing, famished female body, ripe and ready for gratification. The girls in her new apartment complex were right. There was nothing wrong with sexual pleasure-why shouldn't she take it where it was offered? Hadn't she just succumbed recently to the licentious self stimulation of her own pussy, that the other women had endorsed?
"Mmmmm," she sighed again as Hank increased the erotic tempo of his finger-fucking, burrowing, probing, searching for her young, almost virginal innermost folds, kneading the turgid bud of her clitoris, slicing in and out of the liquid warmth of her hungry, clasping cunt.
God! How she wanted this feeling to go on forever! She never wanted it to stop ... A dreamy torpor was settling over her as she leaned her body into Hank's, her fiery crotch crying out for satiation. She couldn't hold out much longer now ... She knew she was about to cum....
Laura pulled her heavily wet hair out of the water, and stared at Hank through glazed eyes. Below, his fingers were fucking in and out of her cunt like three little penises, combined to become a huge, massively engorged cock, ready to spew hot cum up into her churning depths. Her pelvis was bucking up against his wrist involuntarily now, oblivious to the hard surface of the step on which she was still sitting.
And then, she heard a piercing wail, sounding like a drowning bird in the festive night mood of the party going on a few feet away.
"Aaaaaiiiieee ... Unh! Unh!"
Paroxysms of unbelievable pleasure swept over her, convulsing her body into tremendous spasms, which made her jerk violently against Hank's fingers, which were teasing furiously in and out of her drenched, dilating and contracting pussy. Pinwheels of dazzling lights exploded behind her eyes, sending sparks of kaleidoscopic color showering her vision of the diners in glittering fireworks. Wave after wave of orgiastic relief washed over her, as her violent quaking set up a series of answering splashes in the water, lapping up against all the concrete edges of the pool. Her legs thrashed as she slipped down off the lower step, and she lay prone underwater, not even coming up for air until the rocking spasms subsided.
Hank delicately replaced the tiny, clinging fabric of her panties, as Laura heaved and panted, resting her head back over the edge of the pool, while her body relaxed and she allowed the water to support her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Laura was still floating her sleek young body in the pool long after Hank had slithered out and made his way to the long table of food. She didn't even look up to see where he was going, so she didn't know that he had walked straight over to the table where her husband sat entranced by Karen Day.
"Hey, there, Hank," Mike greeted. "Still swimming? How can you stand it? I was absolutely famished!"
"Oh, I managed ... your wife's a real good swimmer," he commented, slyly stealing a glance at his girlfriend.
"Oh, she was out there too?" Mike asked, seemingly unworried by the implications. "I hope you didn't get too friendly or anything ... Laura's a sensitive girl...." His expression was frank, unconcerned-he trusted his former friend implicitly, even though it had been years since they both graduated from high school and went their separate ways. Mike hadn't been around Bay Vista long enough to have picked up on the free-wheeling life style that prevailed here, so his remark was innocently casual, free of insinuation.
Hank said, "Nah, she was real nice," and applied himself with unnatural vigor to a slightly tough spare-rib that had been left on the barbecue too long. "She's still out there, though...." he added, not looking up, but flashing a questioning expression toward Karen.
Karen smiled imperceptibly, nodding her head so slightly an unprepared observer would have thought it was the wind.
Mike shoved his chair back noncommittally and stood up. "I'd better go get her, and make sure she eats ... it's been nice talking with you, Karen," he addressed the blonde girl. "Laura and I'll have you over sometime. I think we could have a lot of fun together...."
Once he was away from the warmth of the barbecue and the hundreds of people in the eating area, Mike noticed how cool it was getting outside. When he saw his young wife lying against the edge of the pool, letting her legs float out in front of her, he leapt in, instead of dragging her out.
"What's up, Honey?" he asked innocently, warmed by the heated water and swimming over beside her.
"Resting," was her simple answer, and immediately Mike knew something was wrong. Laura's green eyes were dull, and her skin seemed pale even in the darkness of the night. And although he couldn't see the redness of her eyes because of the dark, the swelling of her eyelids told him she had been crying. Why should she be crying, on the night of their first party in their new home?
Laura had fully recovered her senses, several minutes before Mike was alerted to her whereabouts. Her mind had been refilled with the nagging doubts she had felt back home, before they had moved to California. Obviously life at Bay Vista didn't suit her. Already, in just ten days, she had broken two of her cherished moral restrictions-those of masturbation and infidelity-and there was no guarantee that she was going to be able to keep from actually fucking a man who wasn't her husband.
Tonight she had learned just what Karen meant about the men around here taking a candid interest in her, regardless of her marital status. How was she going to be about to fend them off, particularly when she could never be sure when Mike would finish his inspections for any given day-or even if he would be in town at all? What was she going to do when Hank had virtually every day off to come around and taunt her? And how could she be friendly with Karen, or Grace, or any of the other young women around here, when her morals were so different from theirs?
The hopelessness of the situation had gotten the better of her, and she had wept softly into the comforting water of the now-still swimming pool. Even Mike's sudden presence and concern failed to reassure the distraught, guilt-ridden woman, and she didn't even think she would ever be able to explain the situation to him!
"Sweetheart," Mike was whispering into her hair-covered ear, "I can tell you're upset ... what happened?"
"Why did you leave me?" she countered, not specifying that she meant leaving her in the pool, rather than leaving her when he went on a business trip.
"Leave you-? You mean to eat? I was hungry," he answered simply, not seeing the connection she had intended him to see.
"I mean alone with your high school buddy," she replied, dully.
"Hank? He'd never hurt a fly! He's a bit boisterous, I know; he always was, even in high school ... and anyway, I had a nice conversation with that friend of your, Karen Day. She seems like a really nice, independent sort of girl ... the kind of girl you should get to know...."
Somehow, Mike's analysis of Karen struck Laura the wrong way. "You mean the kind of girl you'd like to know!" she snapped, the life returning to her cheeks. "What is it, Mike, you want me to be more like her?" Without waiting for an answer, the tormented young wife splashed loudly out of the pool and grabbed her towel with exaggerated deliberation. She didn't look back as she strutted off in the direction of her own apartment, leaving her flabbergasted husband alone in the swirling water of the pool.
His inclination was to follow her, but he hesitated. Karen had told him that the swim party was to honor all the new residents since last month, and he and Laura were among the honored guests. It would seem terribly ungrateful of him to leave now-even though it was nine o'clock and some of the other guests had already gone home. She had told him there was supposed to be dancing later on, and that last month's new-resident party had lasted until two in the morning! But if they were going to dance, Mike reasoned realistically, surely they should be allowed to go home and change into warmer clothes ... and he decided that that was what he was going to tell Karen and Hank that he was doing.
Back in his apartment, Mike found Laura lying naked, face-down on the waterbed. Her body was immobile, but the bed was undulating under the force of her sobs, which he heard muffled around the pillow she had crushed her face into. He could tell she had heard him come in, but he didn't know quite what to say as he slowly stripped off his wet bathing suit and flung Laura's robe onto the bed.
"Here, you left this out by the pool," he remarked, not surprised that she didn't even look up. He continued talking, half to himself, as he rummaged through his drawer looking for something warmer to put on. "I told them we were going home to change, Laura ... there's supposed to be dancing later on ... we really shouldn't cut out on a party that's partially in our honor...."
"So go back and dance!" Laura spat vehemently, still not looking at her husband. "If you feel like dancing in this wicked sex-pit, go ahead!"
"Laura!" Mike was completely taken aback. "Why don't you tell me what's on your mind ... because if you don't, then I will go back and dance, and you can stay here and sulk, for all I care...."
"That's all you do care," Laura retorted, but some of the venom had drained from her voice. She sat up on the bed uncertainly, almost losing her balance to the rocking of the mattress. Mike wasn't raging mad, yet, she decided, but she realized that one more push from her would send him over the edge, and he might carry out his threat.
"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I'm having trouble fitting in," she explained vaguely, not wanting to go into the lurid details of her problem, so soon after it had happened.
"Well," Mike began, "that's what this newcomers' party is all about, helping people like us fit in to the life here ... and anyway, Karen said you were getting along just fine ... she really likes you, Laura, and I know she'd be disappointed if we didn't show up for the dancing...."
Laura raised her eyes now to look into Mike's frankly trusting face. Couldn't he see what was happening to her? Didn't he sense what was going on? Had Karen so completely obscured his usually perceptive vision to the point that he couldn't even recognize his own wife's fear and guilt? "I'll go back with you Mike," she said slowly, "but only if you promise you'll dance with me...."
Mike looked puzzled by her odd request. "Of course I'll dance with you honey! What made you think I wouldn't?"
"I meant just me ... nobody else...."
"Oh ... well, don't you think we ought to be just a little friendly, dear? I don't think it would hurt if you danced with Hank, say ... or if I danced with Karen. These are people we're going to have to live with, you know ... do you want every body to think we're snobs?"
Laura knew he had her trapped. She nodded miserably, wanting to say that she'd rather be considered a snob than a loose woman, but she was afraid that was getting too near the truth. Why did Mike have to be so innocent and trusting, that she had to bear the whole burden of her guilt alone?
Luckily, the dance was tame compared to the torrid swim of an hour earlier. The band was an amateur rock-and-roll group composed of two residents of the complex and two outsiders, who were all responsive to the requests of the dancers. The number of guests had thinned out, somewhat, so there was room on the polished floor of the clubhouse for everyone to move around comfortably, without being crushed up into their partners. Laura obliged Mike by dancing innocuously with several different men, and she managed to avoid Hank for all but one short fast dance, after which she was mercifully rescued by Mike, who suggested that they retire early, feeling they had done their neighborly duty.
"Oh, thanks, Mike ... I'm really tired," she breathed into his ear as he ushered her out.
"Me too," he agreed, even though it was barely midnight. "And thanks for coming back to the dance with me ... it wasn't so horrible, was it?"
Laura shook her head silently. It was definitely cool out, now, as they walked back to their apartment, and on the horizon, they could see the morning fog building up to sweep over the peninsula as soon as it was light. She was still troubled by her husband's apparent unwillingness to recognize the unnatural interest the men here at Bay Vista were showing in her, but she knew she couldn't bring it up without arousing his suspicion.
In their apartment, husband and wife tumbled on to the waterbed, fully clothed. Laura closed her eyes and relaxed, blissfully unaware of Mike disrobing beside her, until she felt his fingers sliding up her back and down again, but this time with the zipper of her dress in tow. She allowed him to slide her dress off her hips and unhooked the clasp of her brassiere before she sat up and demanded what was going on.
"You know," Mike said incredulously. "Christ, Laura, you've been acting like a virgin all night!" Rudely he jerked off her stockings, inadvertently tearing one as he ripped it away from her garter belt, and then he was at her panties. "I just want to make love to my wife!" he explained harshly.
"Oh, Mike, I'm tired," she complained, realizing too late that it sounded like the age-old frigid wife's excuse, and she was instantly sorry.
But how could she tell him that another man had just violated her private depths, only a few hours ago, while he went blithely along eating his dinner, entranced by a woman who was not his wife? How could she allow herself to make love to him after that? M-mike, I'm afraid you don't understand...." she faltered, but it didn't help.
"What I understand, Laura, is that you've been acting pretty strange tonight, and I'm fed up with it. I don't know if you're ... jealous or something, but I'm sick of all this bullshit. Now, either you lie down there and spread your legs, or I'm going to do it for you!"
"God, Mike, I can't!" she cried, already conscious that it wasn't going to do any good. She certainly wasn't going to admit her transgression with Hank Morgan in the pool tonight, so there was nothing she could do. He pushed her back into the pillow, sending waves against the oak sides of the waterbed frame. He forced her legs apart as he lay heavily on top of her, his tongue plunging through her lips in a heated, angry kiss. His fingers dug into the soft curves of her ass and hips, as he pressed his swollen, rigid cock into her tender, softly hair-covered mound. There was no more tenderness in Mike's actions, now ... she had tested and found the limit of his self-restraint.
He raised his hips up to poise his bloated penis against the trembling entrance to her quivering body, and with an animalistic snarl, he thrust suddenly forward, urging his granite-hard cock past the delicate guardian membrane and deep into her trembling depths.
"Oooooh, Mike ... God!" she wailed, at the urgent onslaught of her husband's normally welcome member. His sudden, unprepared-for entry didn't hurt her-physically, anyway-because her own recent climax had left her pussy stickily moist, dampened by the juices of her own cum mixed with the water from the pool, that had been sucked up into her vagina, but the involuntary contractions of her cuntal walls, as they had pumped around Hank Morgan's invading fingers. Oh, God, how can I take my own husband, after the horrible thing I've done?
But Mike was unaware of, or chose to ignore, her anguished moan. He surged forward ruthlessly, planting his pillaging pole to the hilt in her velvety sheath, his swollen balls slapping against the silken cheeks of Laura's ass.
He grunted as he began to saw spasmodically in and out of her unresponsive vagina. His eyes closed and his face reddened from the exertion of forcing his way through the unyielding channel.
Laura lay passively under him as he continued to grind into her with thoughtless, long, hard-sweeping strokes. As his rock-hard member butted into the deepest end of her straining channel, Laura's eyes brimmed once again with tears. Isn't there any way I can make it all right again? So Mike doesn't feel like raping me ... and I don't feel like a slut?
Mike gasped violently and his lean-hard belly clenched with exertion as he drove into her defenseless cuntal slit with the force of a jackhammer. He fucked her deeper and harder, with increasing fury into her trapped pelvis. The water in the mattress swayed and rocked with huge, crashing power, giving him the impression that although his wife was lying inert, the bed was forcing her to fuck him back, with the rhythm he himself initiated with his thrusts.
Convulsively, he lurched against her and the great steaming pressure building relentlessly in the core of his balls seemed to increase painfully, causing his testicles and cock to expand almost beyond endurance. There was something about this unsolicited, unwanted assault on his wife that made his heart pound excitedly, his massive pole of cock throb unnaturally, even as it jabbed into the spongy tip of her cervix.
The muscles of his stomach tightened as he groaned in deep, soulful gasps. Suddenly his breath deserted him. The moment was here and a low, guttural pant from somewhere deep in his chest erupted through his gritted teeth. He felt the mad boiling rush of his sperm begin, dashing fiercely up from his balls and through the elongated, jerking length of his cock. It spewed in deep, hot jets right up his wife's cunt, splashing lewdly at the opening to her womb and ricocheting back down to surround his cock with a hot cushion of liquid. He moaned ceaselessly as he spewed the venom of his frustrated desire into her, slapping mercilessly at her upraised crotch with each lunge of his swinging balls. Finally, he slumped over her still-motionless form, the apology already rising to his lips.
"Laura...? I-I'm sorry, Honey ... I guess I ... just got impatient...."
The green-eyed blonde woman opened her eyes listlessly. "It isn't your fault," she mumbled ... But she wished she knew how to get over it.
CHAPTER SIX
Laura Richmond couldn't find much solace in talking to her pretty friend, Karen Day. Since that fateful swim party last Friday night, the young wife had been leery of the older girl's friendly offers of dinner one night, and a ping pong tournament the next. If Karen sensed Laura's reluctance to pursue the friendship any further, she didn't show it, for the following Wednesday morning she was at Laura's front door again.
"Hi, Laura," she said, coming in to the housewife's kitchen. "Is Mike off today, too?" She remembered that last week, Laura's husband had had Wednesday off.
"No, he gets tomorrow and Friday, this week," Laura answered coolly.
"Oh, that's too bad. I never work Wednesday at the Credit Union-we open on Saturday for the working people, so we stay closed every Wednesday. Hank and I were talking about it, and we thought it would be really nice for the four of us to have a picnic or something some Wednesday ... We could go up to Golden Gate Park and have it all to ourselves. Have you ever been there?
"No, not yet," Laura replied noncommittally. It irked her that she had wanted to drive up to San Francisco with Mike on his last day off, but Hank Morgan had interfered, by inviting them over then, too. Didn't anyone have any privacy around here?
"Well, if you're busy...." Karen started, aware now of her friend's reluctance. But she never finished the sentence.
"Oh, Karen, I'm sorry," Laura said suddenly. It wasn't Karen's fault that she was so lively and energetic! Surely she had no control over Mike's opinion of her; she was just being herself ... And after all, Karen and Mike had been much better behaved at the swim party than she herself had!
Immediately, the housewife perked up, determined to patch up the friendship she had recently tried to dampen.
"Why don't we get together tonight, instead? Mike has promised to be home early. He went in at seven this morning, so he ought to be home by four!"
"Great!" Karen enthused, and the light was already returning to her eyes. "I know a fantastic restaurant, up in the City ... Do you like Mexican food?"
"Well, I don't really know," Laura said hesitantly. In the midwest, there wasn't quite the influx of Central and South Americans that there seemed to be here in California, and the sheltered young wife had to admit that she had never really tasted it, except for the frozen variety that she had picked up in the supermarket.
"It's really spicy, and delicious!" Karen went on. "But there are a lot of mild dishes, too, for variety ... Guacamole ... hot sauce, oh so many things, mmmmm!"
"You're really convincing, Karen!" Laura laughed. "I know Mike'll be talked into whatever you suggest!"
"This place is really fantastic! They give you a Margarita, as a cocktail, before you even get seated ... It's included in all the dinners. Then there're hors d'oeuvres, buttered tortillas in a hot basket ... It's all so fancy and charming. You'll just love it! Makes you want to rush right down to Mexico!" She stopped her frantic monologue for just long enough to see Laura's reaction. The pretty housewife was sitting with her chin in her palm, her eyes dreamily responding to Karen's description. "Shall we make it tonight, then?" the older girl asked.
"Fine," was all Laura said, but her expression showed she was genuinely excited.
"Okay, I'll have Hank call and make the reservations...."
The mention of Mike's friend brought a question to Laura's mind, something that had been bothering her since last week.
"Karen ... I don't mean to pry, honestly ... but what ... exactly ... is your relationship with Hank Morgan?"
At this, the petite woman's features took on a serious expression'. She pulled out a chair and sat down, across from Mike's wife. She wrinkled her forehead in thought, for a few moments, before she spoke, slowly and deliberately. "Well, we're friends ... and lovers, sometimes. Don't get me wrong, Laura ... It's nothing restrictive, for either of us. He likes my company and I like his, and we often go out together-like tonight, if he's free. I haven't talked to him today ... But he usually takes me out when I ask him to ... I guess ... If you leave out the lovemaking, I guess he's just like an older brother, or something ... Do you know what I mean?" She paused, and Laura nodded hesitantly, although she didn't quite know what Karen did mean. How could you go to bed with someone who was like a brother? Karen continued hurriedly, as if she had just thought of something else. "I mean, if you're interested in Hank-sexually, I mean-don't hesitate on my account ... He's told me he ... wants to make it with you...." Hank had confided the entire train of events at the swim party to Karen, and now she wanted to leave the' way open if Laura chose to pursue it. Privately, Karen doubted whether Hank's analysis of the housewife's reactions to him were correct, but she wanted to help him, if there was a chance that it was.
But Laura had turned her head away in shame. When she had asked the question, she had been sure that she had not the slightest interest in Hank Morgan, or any man other than her husband, but now that Karen was being so frank and casual about the whole thing, Laura was surprised to find herself strangely interested. God! What's getting in to me? she wondered. Am I turning into one of these swinging West Coast women?
Karen rescued her from her self-punishing thoughts. "It's nothing heavy, Laura," she explained soothingly. "I mean, he won't force you, or anything ... It's just that if you are interested, then that's okay, too ... I mean it, Laura. I've known Hank for three years, and he's really gentle and considerate, underneath. I guess you know that though ... wasn't he friends with your husband, or something?"
"Yeah, in high school," Laura filled in dazedly. Her mind was in a complete fog, and she couldn't call up any complete or coherent thoughts. She saw images of herself and Hank Morgan entangled around each other in the swimming pool, and images of herself and Mike tangling on their waterbed. The two images existed side by side, and there didn't seem to be any logical contradiction between them, as there always had been in the past, whenever Laura had pictured herself with another man.
But I can't actually be thinking about it, seriously, she scolded herself. It just isn't right! It isn't right for Mike and me ... We're not that way! Dimly she recalled her husband's self-assured rebuke of Hank's first insinuation that he was interested in Laura. Mike had said that they were completely monogamous, then, and she had agreed with him wholeheartedly. But now ... Laura couldn't explain it ... There was something scintillating in the idea that there was a man out there, a new stranger, whose infatuation with her was so sincere that he had even confided it to a woman friend. It gave Laura a feeling of salacious personal pride, erotic egotism, and a measure of corresponding interest. She wanted to see what Hank Morgan could do for her!
Her face went red at the first private admission of her adulterous tendency. She still felt that it was a private, personal thing, and having Karen in her kitchen, presenting Hank's proposal, made her feel like a teenager again ... A shy little girl who was too embarrassed to talk to the boy she secretly liked.
But the feeling was different, too. As a teenager, Laura's private romancing always ended in a fairytale marriage, children, house, and home. But as she pictured Hank Morgan, now, she had no thoughts of future anything ... She paradoxically still envisioned her life with Mike, and Hank was a temporary diversion, something to play with for a time, but nothing to grow or mature with. It was all so foreign to her, so strange and mysterious....
Karen was rising from her chair, now, fairly certain of the thoughts to which Laura's mind was now turning. She wanted to give the younger married woman a chance to think about what was on her mind, and she also wanted to go talk to Hank about making reservations at the Mexican restaurant for tonight.
"Shall I call you around six? It's best to get there around seven...."
"Sure, okay," Laura responded, but her voice came from far-off, and her imagination had carried her elsewhere.
For once, Mike made it home on time. He seemed relatively enthusiastic about going up to San Francisco for dinner, and the idea of getting together with Karen and Hank intrigued him. Hank was his old friend, and Karen seemed like a vivacious girl, so even though he didn't really know about the connection between them, he was pleased that Laura was finally taking an active interest in their new home and neighbors. He liked to see her excited, and he helped her choose a dress that was both flattering and modest, suited to an evening in the City.
He picked out a red acetate blouse, with billowing sleeves and an alluring low-cut neckline. It went with a black, slinky mid-calf length skirt, which clung enticingly around her hips and buttocks, in a style reminiscent of the early forties. Her new platform shoes raised her height a full three inches, and she looked like an expensive, high-class fashion model, when she was ready to go out. Mike himself wore his black suit and tie, with a tangerine shirt that was a beautiful compliment to his wife's outfit. Together they were a picture of marital bliss and fashionable good taste, as they sat on the couch and waited for Hank to come get them.
It was Karen Day, however, who rang their doorbell at six-fifteen. She was flushed and excited, and her burgundy jersey dress made her eyes flash like two sapphires in her creamy tan face. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized hurriedly, "but Hank's waiting out in the car ... We've got just enough time to make it." Then, surveying the married couple as if she was seeing them for the first time, she added, "Wow, you two sure look great together!" She stole a glance at Laura, as if to ask her what she had decided about Hank, but the younger girl maintained her noncommittal, blank expression.
When Mike had come home, Laura had banished all thoughts of unfaithfulness from her mind. Having her husband there, in person, seemed to chase away the images she had been entertaining of Hank Morgan, and to her relief, she found that they were no longer torturing her as they had all afternoon.
Hank drove a silver Camaro, fitted with a stereo eight-track tape deck that played through speakers in the back seat. It was relaxing, and at the same time exciting, to listen to the country sounds of John Denver on the drive up to San Francisco, and by the time the four arrived at the Mexican restaurant in the outer Mission district, their moods were light and festive, ready to accept whatever the evening had to offer.
The restaurant was small and dark-appearing from the outside, but inside, there was a labyrinth of dining rooms and short, homey bars, decorated in varying Mexican motifs. The Richmonds and their two friends were ushered to high stools at one of the bars, and the short, mustachioed bartender served them all Margaritas, just as Karen had predicted. They were no ordinary Margaritas, either. They were served in long-stemmed champagne-type glasses, but the bowls were a full eight inches across, and they held nearly twice the liquor that an ordinary Margarita contained. The rims were salted, to tone down the strong taste of the tequila. Laura sipped her drink sparingly, availing herself of the lemon and lime slices that were served on the edge of the glass, squeezing the citrus juice liberally into the greenish clear drink. It was still too strong for her, and by the time their table was ready, she had hardly made a dent in the intoxicating alcoholic cocktail.
Karen was enthusiastically describing the menu when they sat down, and finally, Hank asked her bluntly to shut up.
Karen frowned playfully to her date. "Well, remember how you went on to me, the first time you brought me here? My God, you were practically feeding me, before the night was over!"
Hank and Mike laughed, and the former retorted, "Only because you were too drunk to feed yourself, my dear!"
Karen grinned sheepishly, and nodded confidentially to Laura. "He's right ... I had three Margaritas that time, because we came without reservations on a Friday night, and there was over an hour wait! Speaking of Margaritas," she said pointedly, staring at her empty cocktail glass, "does anyone want to go get a refill with me?"
Mike was quick to oblige, and he failed to notice that it suited Hank just fine. When they were gone, Hank gazed across the table at Laura, half-smiling, and half-questioning with his eyes, as if he was waiting for some kind of answer.
Laura blushed and looked down into her glass, as if she would find the answer there. "You're making me nervous," she said quietly. "Don't look at me that way...."
"Sorry," Hank said affably, and deliberately picked up the wine list and pretended to read. "Can I order you something else to drink? ... You don't seem to be making much headway with that Margarita...."
"No ... thanks."
She felt the distinct pressure of his calf against hers, and she shoved her chair back a little to avoid the suggestive contact.
"Your legs are gorgeous, Laura-you know that?" Hank went on, oblivious to her obvious discomfort. "It's too bad the styles changed from the miniskirts a few years ago. I bet you looked fantastic in them!"
"Thanks, Hank," the housewife stammered. Why don't Mike and Karen come back? How long does it take to get a drink here, anyway? "Couldn't we talk about something else?"
"Mike's a really lucky guy," Hank droned on, not even hearing her request. "And he's a good sport, too ... Why, I imagine he wouldn't even blow his stack if ... well, if you went out with another guy-friendly-like."
"Oh, stop it, please, Hank!" Laura fairly shouted, looking around anxiously to see if any of the other customers had heard her. Fortunately, nobody seemed to be taking any notice of the tense little encounter at their table, and she sighed. "Why do you always have to, well, approach me in public?" she asked with an annoyed expression, but the minute she said it, she knew it was wrong. It was an open invitation to approach her in private!
"I-I didn't mean ... What I wanted to say...." Oh, God! What have I gotten myself into?!
"It's okay, I understand," Hank said, placing his hand over hers across the table. "Maybe I can see you during the day sometime ... in your apartment or mine...."
"Excuse me," Laura said suddenly, pulling her hand away. "I'm going to the ladies' room." She got up and walked through the bar, just to get away from her impossible predicament. It was almost as if it was planned! Every time she and her husband were in the company of Karen and Hank, Karen seemed to spirit Mike away, leaving her alone with the lecherous playboy her husband had known as a youth!
But in the bar, Laura was in for another shock. In a darkened corner she saw her husband and her petite blonde friend, bending their heads together, ignoring the two full Margarita glasses on the bar in front of them. Maybe they were just talking, but ... Laura walked around the other side of the bar to see.
Oh, my God! He's kissing her! There could be no question about it. From the other side of the bar, Laura could see clearly her husband's hollowing cheeks and suctioning lips planted firmly over Karen Day's excited red mouth. His eyes were closed in trance-like ecstasy, and the small girl's body was sliding off the edge of her stool, pressuring against Mike's hard-muscled thigh. Oh, God, why?! Laura's brain screamed, and she rushed into the rest room before the choking of her sobs became audible. As she sat down at the mirror, she buried her face in her hands. What's happening to us? Why are Hank and Karen trying to torture us and ruin our marriage? And why can't Mike do something about it?
In truth, Mike Richmond didn't know what had come over him. It was similar to the way he had felt last Friday night, at the swimming party. Karen had rushed into his consciousness like a herd of thundering elephants, and try as he might, there was nothing he could do to get her out of it.
It wasn't that he didn't like her; the things he had said to Laura about her independent spirit and friendly nature were true ... But it seemed that whenever the platinum blonde member of the Welcome Committee ever came too near him, she seemed to captivate his imagination and lure him away.
When they had come to get Karen's second drink, it had been natural for them to sit down and wait. He didn't know how she arranged it so the bartender brought him another one too, but he had accepted it as a logical mistake. But then, when Karen didn't make any move to go back to their table, Mike was powerless to suggest that they move! He found himself staring at the frankly exposed cleavage between her magnificent breasts, and his brain had inadvertently entertained the idea of touching them. God, she's got the finest set of tits I've seen in a long time, and she's just throwing them at me to fondle! I wonder if she'd mind...? She's a liberal girl, not hung-up like Laura....
And then, powered by its own volition, his hand shot forward, nudging at the underside of her warm, fleshy mound, hinting unmistakably at what he wanted to do. Karen had responded by inclining her voluptuous torso toward him, circling her small hand behind his back, to steady herself as she leaned forward. Her face was tilted upward, and her forehead brushed against his chin, so he looked deeply into her clear blue eyes. Laura and Hank were forgotten, then ... Nothing existed except Mike and exciting, exotic Karen Day, and he had been forced to smash his lips down over hers, tasting the sweet, sensual warmth of her oral cavern, and sucking her tongue right into his mouth.
It didn't make any difference that they were in a bar, with other customers seated within feet of them. It didn't matter that Mike was with his wife; she was in the other room, and out of sight, she might as well be a hundred miles away. There was nothing the helplessly entrapped man could do about it; his hands were kneading at her ripe-melon breasts, right through her dress, and his mouth was voraciously sucking hers in. He could feel his cock stirring in the confines of his suit pants, and his only thought was to get out of therewith Karen Day in tow!
And in the powder room, unbeknownst to the others, Laura Richmond was slumped disconsolately on the vanity stool in front of the mirror. She didn't go back out for dinner; she didn't come out until Karen Day came in after her, telling her her food had been served, and was getting cold at the table.
Laura could hardly look at her husband and two friends. The evening had been spoiled irrevocably, as far as she was concerned, and she lacked the interest to try to patch things up. Once again, she had failed to maintain control of herself in the presence of Hank Morgan and Karen Day, but this time, it was her husband who had transgressed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was harder for Laura, this time, to renew her uncertain friendship with Karen Day. In the first place, Karen didn't show the slightest remorse for what had happened between her and Mike at the bar in San Francisco. In the second place, she had the audacity-or maybe it was naivete-to imagine that Laura shouldn't have been at all bothered by the incident.
"After all," Karen pointed out petulantly, "it's not that much different from what you and Hank did in the pool that night-is it?"
"What do you know about that?" Laura snapped. She still had the impression that the unfortunate occurrence was just between herself and Hank, since none of the party guests seemed to be taking any notice at the time ... Or had Hank told Karen outright what he'd done.
"Well, it was pretty obvious," Karen returned. "Anyway-I don't think there was anything wrong with it! And there isn't anything wrong with giving a man a friendly kiss, when you're having a good time! Really, Laura...." "Really nothing! I saw what that 'friendly kiss' was, and I'll tell you, you should have a friend so good!" Laura paused, and took a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm not ready for the kind of friendship you seem to have in mind ... I'm sorry ... but that's the truth."
"I'm sorry, too," Karen responded sincerely. Her face looked crest-fallen, and she stood up to go. "I just wanted you to know there were no hard feelings on my part...."
"Why should there be?" Laura mumbled into her coffee. "You're not married...."
"I know ... I know the adjustments are hard for you Laura ... and I ... I respect your feelings...." She walked out to the front door herself, shutting it softly as she stepped into the hall.
Laura felt instantly guilty the second she heard the latch click. Karen had a way of making everything seem pure and aboveboard, even the most blatant sexual immorality. After every encounter Laura had with the older girl, she felt that it was she, Laura, who was in the wrong, even though she thought she was acting in accordance with her highest principles. And it had been true, what she'd said about not being ready for the friendship Karen seemed to want.
Karen was so open and candid, she could tell her most private thoughts to a stranger; but Laura, on the other hand, was slow to accept a stranger's trust, and therefore reluctant to pressure against her natural inclinations. And there was no doubt about it-Laura was inclined to put the whole Karen Day-Hank Morgan episode out of her mind. She wanted to be alone, or with Mike, until she could work her feelings out.
It was Sunday, and Mike was doing a maintenance job in Palo Alto at one of the big electronics firms. He should be finished by noon, because the company was supposed to resume production that night, to be ready when the Monday morning work force arrived. But as usual, it was never certain when he would come home, so Laura set about planning her day alone, deciding that if Mike did get home early, she could do whatever he wanted.
First, there were the mundane chores like the laundry and tidying up the house. Down in the laundry room Laura ran into Grace Dextra, and in the course of their casual conversation, the other woman mentioned that her husband was in Phoenix that weekend on a business trip, and she invited Laura over for a game of dominoes.
"I know it sounds boring," Grace apologized. "But we really have a good time at it. We play for beers, or, if we're feeling dangerous, for brandy-sodas. It's a fun way to pass a lonely afternoon, if you haven't got shopping or anything to do...."
"I haven't," Laura mused. But then she had the good sense to ask who else would be there.
"Oh, I don't know ... I just thought of it a few minutes ago. Probably the usuals ... Karen, Debbie, Sandra ... I think Marlene has a date or something...."
But the first name was all Laura needed to hear. At the risk of starting a neighborhood feud, she politely declined the invitation, and the conversation turned to other things. By the time the laundry was done, Laura was feeling a little bit better about her new neighbors, and a little less leery of any activity involving Karen Day. She stuck to her refusal of the invitation, however, saying that it was possible Mike would be home early, and she didn't want to miss him if he was.
It turned out to be a mistake. At noon, Laura was baking bread, just because it was so time-consuming and would prevent her from giving in to the temptation to go out. The doorbell buzzer sounded, and she was surprised and almost frightened to open the door to Hank Morgan!
"Hi!" her husband's friend grinned. "I thought you might be lonely, with Mike gone and all...."
"How'd you know he was gone?" the shocked housewife asked, but as soon as the question was out, she knew the answer. His little birdie, Karen Day, had obviously paid him a call. Damn her! Laura thought venomously. What's she trying to do-wreck my marriage? What's she got against me?-or us?
Hank saw that she no longer needed the answer, and he invited himself in boldly, stepping around her in the doorway. "Mmm!" he sniffed. "Smells like bread ... Are you a baker or something?"
"Just a hobby ... I picked it up from my mother. She was half Swedish," Laura explained inanely, as if it had any bearing on the matter.
"Well, it smells real good, anyway ... Listen, if I'm interrupting anything, I can come back later, when Mike gets back."
God! Now Hank was sounding just like Karen! Acting like he was just paying an innocent call without any insidious intentions ... What were they trying to do to her? Did they think she was so stupid she couldn't recognize their plot?
Suddenly, inexplicably, Laura shed her modest temerity. "No, I'm not busy, Hank. But I would like to talk to you. Ever since we moved in here, I've had this weird feeling. I keep thinking that you're trying to ... to, well, you know ... get me to go to bed with you, and...."
"Let me finish," the blonde woman demanded. Now that her courage was up, she didn't want to lose it without saying what was on her mind. "I don't know how well you knew Mike when you were in school together, but let me tell you ... He's not that way now. We love each other, and we're trying to keep our marriage together, but I keep thinking-maybe I'm wrong, but-it seems like you're trying to break us up!"
"No, that's not it at all, Laura," Hank said softly. "And I'm really sorry you got that impression ... I know how it is, you remember. I was married myself for more than five years. It's just that, I thought, you're so young and all ... and you really are a beautiful girl ... I thought you might be able to handle a little relationship on the side. I'm not trying to be blunt...."
But it was too late. Laura's boldness had fled as suddenly as it had arrived, and now she was crumpling into a kitchen chair, burying her face in sheer embarrassment. She had never, never been so forward and candid with any man, not even her own husband, and there was no way she could face Hank now. She mutely accepted the brandy he offered her from Mike's liquor cabinet, but she didn't look up. God, everything is so screwed up! Life in California was supposed to be so fun and carefree ... What am I doing wrong?
Hank was behind her, raising her from the straight-backed chair by her arms, and leading her into the living room, where he sat her down on her couch. He didn't try to look at her, as she kept her face hidden, but he didn't make any motion to leave, either. He sat quietly beside her and sipped noiselessly on his own drink, which he had taken the liberty to prepare from his friend's supply.
Laura looked down at his strong masculine hands, resting casually on his knees. Out of nowhere, she saw an image of those long fingers in another setting-the swimming pool, on the Friday night of the Welcome Party ... God! She could almost feel them working hotly up into her vagina, finger-fucking her slipperily grinding out to a lewd and illicit orgasm, while her husband was only a few feet away. Horrified, she stole a glance at Hank. His eyes were riveted to hers, and her anxiety redoubled. She dropped her face into her hands, again, seeking escape into some protected inner corner of her being. She felt her brain being bombarded by contradictory impulses.
On the logical side, she knew that she shouldn't permit Hank to stay here with her, not while Mike was away. But at the same time, she felt a sense of comfort that he was here. There was some kind of egotistic reassurance in his presence-an affirmation that she was an attractive, sensual woman, even if her husband was rarely home to appreciate it. And then, there was the nagging guilt she felt toward Karen Day....
How could she fault the older girl, really, for what she did and believed? Karen wasn't married, or attached in any way, so was it really wrong of her to take pleasure where she could find it? Wasn't it rather Mike, Laura's own husband, who had been guilty of indiscretion in the bar? And wasn't it she, herself, Laura Richmond, who had been responsible for the forward advances Hank had made on her in the swimming pool? No respectably married woman would have ever gone to that party alone! Oh, God! What are we doing to ourselves?
And yet, even as her conscience gradually assumed full responsibility for the unnatural events of the last two weeks, Laura couldn't bring herself to do what she knew she should. Hank would go, she knew, if she so much as hinted that his presence was bothering her. Why couldn't she make that hint? Good Lord! Do I really want him here?!
Groaning, Laura rubbed her hands into her eyes, as if to clear them of foggy vision.
"Hey, Laura-is something wrong?" Hank's voice was quiet, unassuming, soothing.
"I-I really don't know," she stammered, as she tried to banish the lewd sexual images that were now flickering across her imagination. She saw herself and Hank, not only in the swimming pool now, but in the bar, in place of her husband and his girlfriend ... and she was kissing Hank, too, the way Karen had kissed Mike....
"Well, how do you feel? Do you want me to go?"
This is it! Laura's mind screamed. If you say "no" now, you've let yourself in for it! Think, Laura! ... Think!
She felt his arms gently circling around her sagging body, his hands slowly massaging her shoulders and kneading the back of her neck. Do I want him to go? ... Do I??!! Her muscles were relaxing under the powerful and soothing caresses; the tight knot between her shoulder blades seemed to dissolve under Hank's expert strokes. She leaned back against him, grateful for his masculine strength, thankful for the courage he seemed to be giving her.
His hand quickly dropped to her firm young thigh, while the other continued to massage at her neck. She felt the warm burning touch of his flesh on her leg, a hypnotic, yet thrilling sensation. It felt good! She knew it was wrong, but it felt good! The soft, tender rubbing relaxed her, soothing her shattered nerves.
No ... No, I don't want him to go ... My God, I want him to stay!
"Feel any better?" the curly-haired man murmured, leaning his head very close to hers.
Her body stiffened as she realized that his other hand was hanging over her shoulder and almost over her breast. She knew she should push it away ... but she felt his fingers resting at the base of her firm, protruding feminine mound, pressuring lightly at first, and then gradually more firmly, until he had worked his palm down to cover the whole quivering orb of flesh!
Hank forced himself to take it slowly. This was one time he was going to prove Karen Day wrong. Karen may have all the intuition accorded to her sex, but this time, she had misread it. She'd been over to his apartment earlier this morning, right after she had left Laura's. She had told him that Laura was catching on, in a paranoid way, to the innocent little conspiracy Hank and Karen had planned for her demise. She had said that Laura probably wouldn't go through with it, now, and that Hank might as well forget pursuing it any further....
But Hank was taking over on his own, this time, and he was going to succeed, without Karen's help.
Laura tried to lift her hand, to push herself away from his slowly tightening embrace, but she felt almost paralyzed. Dimly she remembered that she had bread rising in the kitchen, and she thought maybe she could use it as an excuse to break away from this lewd entanglement. But nothing moved-not her hands or her throat, and the excuse died in her brain, unvoiced.
She tried to get hold of herself, but a twitching, excited sensation was beginning now deep in her belly, the sensation that she always felt when sexual arousal was near. She sensed the gathering of moisture at the mouth of her vaginal orifice, forming a slippery lubrication between her inner thighs and causing her to unconsciously spread her legs a little farther apart, as if to relieve the need she could feel building there.
What's happening to me? God, why am I feeling these things? Mike could be home any minute ... Why can't I do anything about it?
Hank's hand left her thighs and was caressing all over her body now. She wanted to-tried to-stop the lewd caresses and the licentious sensation they were causing, but somehow she couldn't seem to do anything but lie there, accepting his lecherous advances. His hand moved back to her thigh, and is if in a dream, she felt it snake up under the hem of her skirt, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers insinuating themselves slowly under the elastic legband of her panties. His fingertips probed and rubbed, tangling in the first softly curling strands of her pubic hair. An elastic shock crippled her belly and shook her legs as the fingers slid on to her palpitating vaginal mound. But he didn't pause there. He let his hand glide lower still, his middle finger erect, until the salaciously probing tip came in sudden contact with the warm damp furrow of her cunt.
Laura was so emotionally upset by the radical changes she had gone through this morning, that she was hardly conscious of what she was doing or what was happening. She recognized her extreme sexual arousal, of course, but all thought of maintaining her dignity left her. She didn't even resist when her husband's friend unbuttoned her blouse and smoothly, almost without interruption, unzipped and slid her skirt down over her rounded hips. Skillfully he freed her full firm breasts and peeled her panties down off her trim, shapely legs, never ceasing his teasing assault on her widely dilated pussy.
"Hank, d-don't ... Mike should be home soon...." she warned softly, torn helplessly between her shame and desire. The humiliation of lying naked before this almost complete stranger-and on her own sofa, too contrasted vividly with the cool air puckering her nipples and the lewd, delicious pleasure that permeated her whole being.
She watched mesmerized as Hank Morgan began to strip the clothes from his own body. I've done it, now! she thought, but somehow the idea was not as repugnant as it had seemed just a short while ago. It was only a second before the handsome man stood in front of her completely naked, his excitedly hardened penis standing out from his loins like a huge wooden club. Though she couldn't thwart the raging demanding fire in her loins, Laura shut her eyes against the sight of their naked bodies, and of Hank's tantalizing, irresistible member.
"You want it, don't you, Laura?" Hank asked self-assuredly. He'd never met a woman yet who didn't want it, secretly, deep down inside. It was all a matter of creating the right circumstances, approaching it in the right way. Karen Day had been a tremendous help in the area, but this time, he had done it all himself, to prove that he, too, knew where women's weaknesses lay.
"I ... oh, Hank...." was all the distraught woman could respond. She did want it; there was no question about that. But she couldn't say it. She just couldn't!
"That's okay, baby," Hank crooned soothingly. "I can tell you're just dying for it ... And don't worry about Mike-you saw him in the bar with Karen! I know Mike, all right," he added smugly.
"As he spoke, Hank's fingers played along the tender hair-fringed slit between her legs, and the tip of his finger scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into involuntary life. Forbidden sparks of sheer, wanton pleasure leapt from the pit of Laura's stomach. God, could he be right? Could Mike actually cheat on her, as easily as she seemed to be cheating on him?
No! her tortured mind cried out. No he couldn't! He loves me! He'd never do anything to hurt me! He'll never leave me ... and I'll never leave him! And for a second, her mind became strangely clear and lucid. Was it possible? Even under the tantalizing, erotic teasing of Hank's intruding fingers, Laura had silently renewed her love for her husband! Her love for Mike remained unchanged, even while his friend was making love to her!
Laura had an inkling then, of what the single and married women she had been talking to really meant about sex being pleasure independently of emotional ties. So this is what they were talking about!
It felt so good! She couldn't do anything, now, to fight the rhythmic surges of desire that raced through her as Hank's hand dipped into her burning pussy. Her pink, hungrily throbbing cunt lips seemed to cling to his trailing fingers. She actually liked his hand playing with her naked pussy like this. There was no point in denying it.
"Ooooh, God!" she sighed, a flush of heat sweeping over her. With a final groan of total surrender, she ground her pussy up greedily toward the feverishly working fingers of her husband's friend. She could feel that her climax was near-and she wanted it! God, how she wanted it!
Hank looked down victoriously, at her churning young loins. Jesus, he thought. She's really turned on! Christ, Mike is a lucky devil to be married to this little nympho! She's really hot for it, now ... and I'll never be the guy that leaves a hot pussy waiting!
Laura felt the withdrawal of her neighbor's laboring fingers from her desperately squirming pussy. Her eyes flew open in sudden frustration ... She had been so near ... And she looked down at his hard, fleshy cock hovering over her. She spread her legs wider instinctively, to make room for his muscular body between them. She stared dazedly at his hugely engorged penis, and wondered how it was going to feel, worming around deep inside her belly. The hot, clenching little hole between her legs seemed to dilate automatically, expectantly waiting to be filled with Hank's massive member.
He thrust her legs apart even wider, and with his knees, he pressured against her inner thighs. His hand was around the throbbing girth of his penis, guiding it lustfully towards her pulsing cuntal opening.
"Get ready, baby ... I'm coming in!" he announced, leering down at her trembling body, spread wide and cringing on the sofa. The plane of her soft blonde-wisped loins spread out beneath him like a pagan offering. Her eyes were fastened down between her widespread thighs on the glistening, rock-hard penis as it gently nudged the full fleshy lips of her cunt.
She twisted and squirmed on the rough tweed surface of the sofa, shuddering as she felt his cock's jarring electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moistly pulsating pussy.
"Mmmmmm, Whhhhoooo!" Her breath came rushing in as she felt the first insistent pressure against the tight elastic opening to her vagina.
Hank shoved forward.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed ecstatically, as the huge, slippery head of his cock split the soft curls of her pubic hair apart and thrust into her defenseless young cunt. Before she could move, Hank flexed his hips downward, between her open thighs, forcefully, so the bulbous, blood-filled head of his cock surged forward.
God, it's in! It's in! The unbelievable thought raced through her overworked mind.
With a gasp of surrender, she felt the outer lips of her cunt contract just below the giant bulb, as if to trap it securely in her seething depths.
"Right on, baby!" Hank exulted above her. "You're really digging it, aren't you?" His smile faded into an expression of lust, then, and he began to fuck the helpless young housewife.
He thrust his weight forward, his hands cupping her firm, rounded buttocks up to meet his assault. He fell against her as his long, thick cock slammed into her upturned cunt like a massive steel piston pressuring into a tightly oiled sleeve. The soft, moist walls of her vagina rippled in shock-waves ahead of his galvanic plunge, and Hank rammed steadily downward, until his heavy, cum-bloated balls slapped wetly against the upturned cheeks of her satiny ass.
"M-my God! Oh, Hank!" she cried beneath him, unaware of what she was saying.
"Fuck back, Baby! Damn it, you feel good!" he panted above her. "Do you like it?"
"Ooooh, yeeessss," she purred, her eyes closing and opening as her head rolled back and forth on the couch. His arms held her tightly to his chest, restricting any other movement she might make, but her hips responded automatically, as he slowly glided in and out of her burning, wet cuntal sheath. She had never been so filled in all her life. The hard pliant head of his cock pressed all the way into the tip of her cervix, the rigid length of it widely stretching the tender, giving membrane of her vaginal passage.
"Mmmmmnnnn," she moaned, her face contorted in a wild mask of rising passion. Even though she had fought for two weeks against this delicious, tempting forbidden pleasure, her body was reacting of its own volition, responding to the overwhelming erotic stimulation of her neighbor's hard, rummaging penis. Her still-lurking orgasm had gathered in intensity, and there was no longer any moral strength with which she could fight the lewd desire that was coursing through her veins.
The triumphantly grinning older man dug his fingers into the smooth, soft globes of her now rhythmically moving buttocks, grasping them tightly. He crushed her wet, matted pubic hair between her legs harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist wet hole of her hotly craving pussy blossoming open to engulf his burgeoning cock to even greater depths.
Neither Laura nor Hank was conscious of the doorbell as it rang, insistently, two times. But both of them watched with widening eyes as the front door was pushed open, and whoever was there walked in uninvited.
My God! It's Karen! Laura thought frantically.
Shit, what's she want? was Hank's private reaction.
But the petite blonde woman was totally unabashed, as she caught sight of the writhing bodies on the couch, and immediately identified them. She stared in frank fascination as her friend's silky young body jack-knifed wantonly and fucked back to the thrusts of Hank Moran's furious pumping drives. She walked straight into the living room, and went around to the back of the obscenely coupled pair to watch his bloated penis slamming loudly into the younger girl's wide-split, passion-crazed pussy.
Moaning and mewling like a tortured banshee beneath him, Laura was scarcely aware of the vague shift in Hank's posture. She felt him arch his back and push his upper torso right up off her heaving breasts. She thought vaguely that he might be talking to Karen, or motioning her away, but Laura couldn't stand the delay. It was the second time her orgasm had been ready to explode, only to be postponed by another diversion.
But as she opened her eyes and tried to sit up to urge Hank on, she saw what the man had been looking at. Karen was boldly, conspicuously, blatantly undressing, stripping the summery tennis dress she was wearing away from her superbly developed, tantalizing body. Her full, brown-nippled breasts swung free when she unhooked her bra, and her ass twitched in anticipation as she wriggled out of her panties.
"May I?" she asked simply, a sweet smile crossing her face as she came over to stand by the couch. "Surely you two don't expect me to just stand here and watch...."
Laura's brain was totally numbed by the other girl's audacious intrusion, but she saw that Hank was already making a place for her. He slid Laura's churning body over to the edge of the sofa, and gestured to Karen to slide in above her, on the back of the couch. Karen sat upright, one foot pressed between Laura's shoulder and the sofa-back, and the other spread widely away, resting lightly on Hank's firm-muscled buttocks. Hank hunched forward and to the side, leaning into the warm, pungent furrow between Karen's legs, and his tongue flicked out experimentally, to taste the dewiness of her soft, dampening cuntal folds.
"Aaah, yes ... This'll do," he commented mechanically, as he raised his head from Karen's pussy slit long enough to observe the three-link chain. Laura was still twisting and moaning incoherently around the enormous impalement of his penis in her cunt, and Karen was already urging her pelvis up into his face, begging him to lick and eat her proud throbbing pussy.
Laura looked up from the couch, and she could just see the underneath hair of Karen's cringing anus, rocking slightly forward with each thrust of Hank's wetly sluicing tongue. My God! she thought to herself. He's sucking her and fucking me, both at the same time! She had never thought it would be possible!
And now, the momentary surprise and disappointment she had felt at Karen's badly-timed entrance slowly and inexplicably began to leave the young housewife. Her hips adopted the same, smooth up-and-down rhythm they had established earlier, and her cuntal juices began to flow freely again, melting and seething around Hank's thickly hot penis. She bucked up at him from underneath, trying to goad him into a faster and deeper rhythm, to satisfy her hotly demanding loins.
She heard Karen's moaning now, short, breathy, animalistic cries, and she tried to look around the girl's small, perfect leg, to see what kind of expression she had on her face. But Karen's head was thrown back, and her weight was pulling against the back of the couch, so all Laura could see was the heaving of her breasts, rocking in lewd slow motion, like two enormous pyramids, jiggling over an earthquake.
The sight of the other woman's breasts had an odd effect on the adulterous young wife. It titillated her, aroused her, forced her on in her efforts to cum around Hank's hard-plunging rod of cock-flesh. But it can't be, Laura mused, half-consciously. How can I get excited about another woman? But even as she denied it mentally, her eyes were riveted on Karen's freely-rocking breasts, and her pussy was expanding and contracting ever-faster, in the frantic, desperate frenzy of pre-orgasm.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Laura grunted now, as her breath began to come in short, shallow pants. Both her hands now were clutching at the firmly flexing muscles of Hank's working ass, trying to pull his body in deeper as his thrusts uncontrollably speeded in tempo. She felt Karen's foot slide weakly off Hank's backside, and she wondered momentarily how the girl was going to maintain her perch....
But then it was there!
"Oh!" Laura squealed, as she felt the split-second pause that signalled her own release. Hank's cock had expanded noticeably in the last few seconds, and now he hesitated, too, as his balls boiled over with the pressure of his pent-up sperm.
"Aaarrrggghhh!!!" the man shouted into Karen's pussy, and his hot breath ricocheted off her pulsing walls.
And then Laura and Hank were convulsing spasmodically into each other, each intensely aware of the other's galvanic orgasm. Laura felt her cuntal walls milking hotly around Hank's ejaculating tube, and the needle-thin, white-hot jets of his semen splashed fervently into the farthest recesses of her cuntal channel. She pumped her pussy up into him, feeling the swinging weight of his testicles slapping over her anus, and she thought she could even feel their gradually diminishing load.
Her vagina swallowed voraciously the whole of Hank's massive offering, and even as the surges of his masculine climax subsided, Laura's cunt clung hungrily to deflating girth of his member, her gently undulating cum-drenched walls sleeking over him as if to awaken his cock again.
But as his own orgasm passed, Hank's body was shaken by the sudden staccato rocking of the girl above him. Karen let out a long, high pitched wail, and her legs began to kick uncontrollably, thrashing out into the air like two slender wind-blown stalks.
"Ooooo-Aaaaaahhhhhnnngg!!" the petite blonde woman screamed, and the whole sofa teetered precariously, as Karen writhed around Hank's plunging tongue, suctioning it into her searing pussy, coating it with the heated juices of her female cum. Hank revelled in the sweet pungent taste of her uninhibited climax, and his cock twitched involuntarily in Laura's finally satiated pussy.
All three bodies rocked together for a few long minutes, when the waves of Karen's crashing orgasm had passed, and the sofa regained its balance, as Karen slipped heavily down from her perch, to lie exhausted beside the naked body of her new friend, Laura Richmond. The older girl opened her eyes and smiled at the housewife.
"Friends again?" she whispered.
"Friends!" Laura nodded.
Hank was the first of the devastated bodies to disentangle himself from the fulfilled fleshy heap on the couch in the Richmond's apartment. He dressed slowly and calmly, looking over to the sofa only once to observe the strange way in which Laura and Karen were entwined like Lesbian lovers. "Mm-hmm," he muttered to himself, looking for the importance of his thought. Finding none, he excused himself unobtrusively and went back to his own apartment. Karen would be over soon, he was sure, and he could discuss this morning and afternoon with her then.
And inside the Richmond's apartment, Laura and Karen kneaded and baked Laura's bread together ... They were both there when Mike walked in an hour later.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Nice day, hunh, girls?" Mike greeted his wife and her friend cheerfully. As soon as she stepped inside he wrinkled up his nose at the aroma of fresh-baking bread that permeated the whole apartment. "Wow! We're gonna have some warm bread tonight, eh?"
Laura smiled lovingly as she went over to greet her husband with a small peck on the lips. She felt only slightly guilty about what had happened in this apartment just over an hour ago, but it was enough to make her want to reassure Mike of her feelings for him, as if he could have some vicarious doubt.
But he was happy and blissfully unsuspicious. He was even vaguely pleased that Laura had apparently decided to patch it up with Karen, because he himself had felt guilty about his inexplicable attraction to the older girl. "What's on the agenda for the evening?" he asked grandly, opening the refrigerator to get himself a beer. "That job in Palo Alto was a cinch, and I'm ready for action!"
Action was Karen's department, and at the mere mention of the word, she immediately thought of a dozen different things they could do. "Do you want to stay here, or drive somewhere?" she began.
Mike shrugged, but Laura reminded her that the bread was baking.
"Oh, yeah," Karen responded. "Well, you haven't been all around the clubhouse yet, have you? There's a gym, a sauna, pool tables, ping pong, crafts room ... movies on Saturday night, but today's Sunday ... what do you want to do?"
"How about a set or two of tennis, Karen? Laura tells me you're quite a player...."
Karen looked over at Laura as if to say "He said it; I didn't." But the younger woman's mind had been opened this afternoon, and she was no longer afraid of what might happen if Karen and Mike were alone ... especially if they were on a tennis court....
Laura smiled warmly at her friend. "That's okay by me, honestly ... I'll stick around here until the bread's done, then I'll come down and meet you at the courts ... I've been meaning to try that sauna...."
"It's supposed to be good for your skin."
"It is," Karen agreed. "It really opens your pores. Tell you what. If you want to try the sauna, we can all meet down there, after the tennis!"
Mike shook his head warily. "I'm not sure all that Viking stuff is for me ... It seems silly just to sweat, without getting any exercise...."
"You'll get the exercise playing tennis!" Karen retorted. She helped Laura clear the table, and then she looked at Mike. "I've got to go get my racquet; I'll meet you down at the court ... How long's the bread got, Laura?"
"A little over an hour...."
"Perfect!" Karen smiled, jauntily bouncing into the hall and running lightly down to her own apartment. She couldn't believe how incredible her luck was turning out. First, Hank had succeeded in seducing Laura, and she hadn't even thought it would be possible. And now, she was going to have a chance to be alone with Laura's husband, and with a legitimate excuse and Laura's blessing! It was too perfect to be true! Why, if everything turned out well, she could be having the time of her life, as early as tonight!
The tennis was invigorating and challenging. Mike was a little rusty, because he hadn't played in over two years, but he was strong and fast enough to be able to return Karen's skillful cross-court volleys, the shot she used to kill off many of her opponents. She won the set anyway, thought, simply because she was more in shape. They had to go into a tie-breaker, however, to determine the winner, and as they ran off the court, they promised each other they'd play again soon.
"God, you're good," Karen complimented sincerely. "That's the longest set I've played in a while ... I bet you'll be beating me, if we play very many more times...."
"Thanks, Karen ... You're a real pro! Have you ever entered a tournament?"
"Only once, when I was ten ... I came in third out of twelve."
They sat down at an umbrella-covered table and chatted for a few more minutes, recovering their energy, until Karen finally said, "Shall we go into the sauna and wait for Laura? Or are you still afraid of sauna baths?"
When she put it that way, Mike had no choice. He had to agree to accompany the petite blonde woman into the dressing room area, but she disappeared into the Ladies' section, without explaining what he was supposed to do. He guessed that it was proper to take off your clothes; the steam baths in the movies were always populated by naked men. But he couldn't believe that you were supposed to go in the tiny wooden room naked, if there were going to be women in there!
Fortunately, another male resident of Bay Vista had just finished his sauna bath, and came into the dressing room looking flushed and awake.
"Excuse me, sir " Mike began hesitantly. "What should I wear into the sauna?"
"There's no one using it now," the man replied. "I had it all to myself, so I suppose you could go in the raw ... But usually everyone wears those little towel things they give you when you move in-you new here?"
Mike said that he was, but also said that he'd left the waist towel in his apartment. To his surprise, the other man handed him a plush beach towel from his locker, saying, "Here, use this. I keep it for emergencies. Just hang it on this hook when you're through ... Enjoy," he added, and walked out.
Mike pulled the heavy door open, to find Karen already stretched out voluptuously on the upper bunk on the right hand side. "Close the door," she commanded quickly, "You're letting the heat out." Mike stood in the center of the room, in a partial daze. Karen looked just like some kind of nymphet, her glistening tanned skin picking up the orange light from the heat-lamps so she looked like a golden goddess. Her curly, white-blonde hair was sparkling, and her eyes glowed deeply. She knew that his eyes were roving over her perfectly-proportioned figure, exposed so subtly by the gentle draping effect of the towel she had wrapped around her. Her breasts were covered, but she was lying on her side, propping her head up with her hand, so the short bath towel barely reached to the bottom of her ass. And her legs were slightly parted, too ... Mike could see the faint glimmer of her coral pussy folds, in the darkened crevice between her legs.
Holy Christ! If I get a hard-on in this get-up, it's going to stick out like a battering ram! Mike looked down ruefully at the towel tightened around his waist, and he was acutely aware of his balls and penis, hanging between his legs. Just looking at Karen Day, in the miraculous privacy of the sauna bath, made his cock jump against the towel, and he sat down quickly, as he tried to think of neutral subjects.
But he couldn't think of a single thing to say. The heat of the dry all-wood room was intense, but it only served to heighten the heat that was radiating from within him, centered in his clenching balls. Shit, the way she's flashing her cunt at me ... I've just got to fuck her!
Karen's sultry blue eyes were reading Mike's every thought. Slowly, torturously, she stood up, sliding down off the high bench on which she had been lying so the towel slipped up over the firm, white roundness of one curvaceous ass-cheek, before dropping back down to cover it doubtfully. "I've got to turn the heat down in here," she announced. "I have the feeling we won't be needing any additional warmth...." Already her body was slicked over with sweat-but it was a delicious pure sensuous sweat, slippery and intoxicating in its indiscriminate coating of every inch of her flesh. Then she caught Mike's attention to show him a trick she had learned in her three years of living here-a way of jamming the latch on the heavy wooden door, so that an unwary intruder would be dissuaded.
"But, Karen, remember Laura...." Mike reminded feebly, but, his mind was not on his wife. The physical exertion of the tennis set, and the overwhelming seductiveness of voluptuous Karen Day had dulled his brain to the point where nothing more mattered, only the erotic shimmering flesh of the sex goddess sliding beside him.
Her body was taut with pent-up sexual energy. Her imagination had been running wild, ever since this afternoon, and now she wanted to let herself go completely, to wallow in a flood of unleashed passion, and she was confident she could persuade Mike to participate.
"Darling," she said, smiling at the tense, nervous young husband, "do you want to kiss me?"
A shiver of excitement shuddered through him as he began to loosen the towel around his waist. Karen was loosening hers, too, and he gasped with approval at his first glimpse of her voluptuously sculpted body. Her breasts rose high and firm, jutting out like two proud melons, ripe and ready for his consumption. Uncontrollably, he lowered his head, so that his lips found first one and then the other tightening brown nipple, jerking into female erection under the hot licking of his tongue. His hands were cupping the moulded flesh of her resilient breasts, squeezing and kneading them like she had kneaded the bread dough this afternoon. God, she's beautiful! I never imagined....
"Mike," Karen said boldly. "I want you to eat my pussy...."
Eat her pussy! Just like that! The idea was so titillating to his depraved instincts that he wondered why he had not thought of it himself. Licking her cunt was something Laura would never let him do, and his desire for this obscene sexual act was heightened because it was denied. Karen had spread her legs, and she was leaning back against the wall, so he could see the moist pink cuntal furrow fluttering slightly between her golden tan thighs. The flushed swollen bud of her clitoris was barely visible, peeping through the platinum curls of her pubic hair, and instinctively he lowered his head to get a better look.
"Yes, Karen ... I want to do that, too," he mumbled, before he reached out with his tongue, swiping experimentally at her warm pussy flesh.
"Mmmmm, God, that feels good," Karen purred, spreading her thighs even farther. She arched her back and flexed her hips forward, pressing the desire-ridden mound of her vagina up hard against his frenziedly darting tongue.
Her excited moans and sighs urged Mike on as he bent wholeheartedly to his task. His tongue raced expertly along the wetly trembling slit, dipping and probing, drawing out the tiny drops of her cuntal juices, which were already gathering in the soft Velvety folds. He found the turgid nub of her clitoris, and heard her sigh again as he trapped it gently between his teeth. He could feel the hot blood pulsing through it as he stroked it with his tongue, making it surge into burgeoning life.
He continued to play his tongue wetly around the quivering pussy-flesh, circling the clutching hole of her eagerly receptive vagina. He lapped at the passion-flushed outer lips, drawing them into his mouth as her exotic vaginal fragrance permeated his nostrils. Then, without warning, he furled his tongue and plunged it headlong into the writhing orifice of her helplessly aroused pussy.
"My God, Mike ... Your tongue is fantastic!" The heated inner walls of her churning cunt closed in tightly on his tongue, entombing it in the darkness of her passionately vibrating depths, while her buttocks ground rhythmically against the wooden bench.
"Let me ... I want to suck your cock," she panted, pulling her legs up on the bench and urging Mike down on top of her. Without losing contact with her wetly writhing cunt, he maneuvered his naked form around, until his hotly jerking penis was only inches away from the blonde girl's pouting lips.
He moaned pleasurably into the steaming slit of Karen's openly presented pussy as he felt her ruby red lips close in around his burgeoning member. It seemed to expand at once inside her mouth, and he could feel the hard rubbery head flaring from the gentle pressure of her lewdly flicking tongue.
Immediately her mouth began to work at his cock in rhythm with his own tongue sucking and thrusting between her legs, and he found his hips flexing against her face, just as her buttocks were tensing and untensing as she drove her tingling vagina up against his greedily sucking mouth.
His eyes closed in complete ecstasy as he gave himself over to the obscene task and relaxed his body so that it blended fluidly with hers. Her full, pounding breasts were pressed against his abdomen and he could feel the hardness of her nipples spiking into his flaccid flesh. He pushed his face harder against her pulsating pussy, plunging his tongue in as far as it would go into the hot, churning passage of her wildly dilating cunt. Karen sucked hungrily on his fully distended cock, taking it almost completely into her mouth, until the spongy head was touching at the back of her throat and he thought she would choke. They sucked and licked together in perfect unison, mouth clamped on pussy, and lips glued around cock, oblivious to everything but the quickening pace of their accelerating passion.
The hot, dry air of the sauna room now became heavy with the lustful scent of their illicit lovemaking. The orange light of the gas-heated rock oven was flickering savagely against the stark wooden walls, and reflecting in explosive shimmers from the slickened flesh of the nakedly writhing bodies. Mike looked down through the valley of Karen's heaving breasts to watch as his pulsating rod of penile flesh disappeared and reappeared from the ovaled confines of her clinging lips. God! She's taking it all into her mouth! He felt the wet slapping of his balls over the bridge of her tiny button nose, and he wondered that such a petite, delicate body as Karen's could conceal such massive, galvanic sexual passion.
He felt her small hands now, lifting the weight of his balls from her face. She kneaded them convulsively, teasing the boiling sperm that was heatedly churning inside them, as she ground her openly receptive cunt against his frantically working mouth.
He felt distinctly the sudden stiffening of her entire form, knowing that she was going to cum soon. He raised his head from her seething slit long enough to say, "It's okay, baby ... Cum if you can!" and then he dove back down again, this time straightening his tongue out like a long, stiff snake, and he plunged it in farther than he ever had yet.
Then her whole body convulsed spasmodically, and her slender thighs began to jerk involuntarily against Mike's imprisoned face.
"Mmm! Mmmph!" she grunted around the thickened length of his penis. Her full breasts heaved and her face was flushed and dripping with perspiration as she continued to suck and lick on his cock, even while her whole body wracked out of control, almost throwing them both off the narrow bench in the sauna. Her orgasmic fluid flowed freely over the slickly sluicing length of Mike's tongue, and his nostrils flared at the pungent, animal scent. It wouldn't be long, now, he knew, before his balls would erupt into her hot little mouth, and his pelvis began to pound above her face in expectantly violent rhythm.
He stared down through her cleavage at her obscenely bobbing head as she worked slavishly over his expanded penis, desperately trying to wring the anticipated life-giving nectar from it. And in seconds, he felt it beginning. It started as a rumble in the center of his testicles, and he felt the hot rush of his first ejaculatory spurt as it travelled the full length of his jerking cock, to be spewed out in a hot, sticky gush into her closely clasping mouth.
"Aaaaggghhh!! ... Christ, I'm cumming!" he shouted into the echoing air of the close little room. His cock slammed furiously into her pumping face, and she drank his shooting sperm thirstily, milking every drop from his thrusting cock.
It came in faster and faster jets, spurting so voluminously that she had to swallow chokingly, to keep from spilling the precious fluid from the corners of her mouth. The tangy flavor of his heated male cum was refreshing to her, like a cool sexual drink on a desert of inactivity.
"Mmmmm, ugh, unchk," she gurgled, as the pounding offering from Mike's penis gradually subsided. She held his deflating cock gently between her teeth, to keep it from slipping out, and she flicked her tongue into the glans at the tip, just to be sure she had lapped up every salty drop. "God, that was good, Mike," she breathed, when she finally released his penis from her lips.
"Karen, you're the most fantastic girl I've ever met!" Mike responded expansively. He was already looking at her fixedly, new lust kindling in his eyes. This girl, he thought, will do anything!
He sat up against the wall, using his towel to mop up some of the sweat that was dripping from his brow. "It really gets you hot in here, doesn't it?" he remarked.
"It's good for you," Karen replied, blotting her own body, soaking up the cleansing perspiration of passion that slickened her flesh.
It was then that they became conscious, both at the same time, of a frantic pounding and shouting coming from the other side of the thick, heavy door.
* * *
Laura stood wrapped in her sauna towel, embarrassed beyond comprehension that Hank Morgan was fully clothed by her side. He was pounding at the door to the sauna room mightily, prying with his powerful fingers at the crack above the latch. But it just wasn't working ... The door had been jammed from the inside, and the only way to get it open was to attract the attention of whoever was inside.
Laura hadn't meant to get him involved in this at all. She had come down to the clubhouse when she had promised Mike and Karen she would, and not seeing them on the tennis court, she had assumed they were already in the sauna. In the women's dressing room, she had stripped down and wrapped her skimpy sauna towel around her, and attempted to let herself into the airtight, hot little room.
She'd felt a little foolish when the door wouldn't open with her first dainty tug, but she had become genuinely worried when all her force and weight failed to budge the huge wooden door. In desperation, she stuck her head out into the hall, to see if she could get some help with the door, and it was a cruel coincidence that Hank Morgan was just walking by. She'd shut the door hurriedly, but not before he saw her.
"Laura! ... Wait!" he cried out, and he walked through the men's dressing room to meet her by the entrance to the sauna bath. "What's the problem? Looking for somebody?"
"Yes," she'd answered miserably. "Yes, I am ... I'm looking for Mike and Karen; they said they'd meet me in the sauna...."
She didn't catch the glint of speculation that shone in Hank's eyes, even though her own eyes had been opened this afternoon by this very man. She had explained her trouble in opening the door to the sauna, and he had begun to pull, tug, and pry with her. After a few moments of the forceful straining, Hank realized what had probably happened. Karen had taught him how to lock the door from the inside, simply by jamming a piece of loose wood into the latch. There was a way to open it from the outside, he knew, by inserting a table knife between the door and the jamb, but he guessed that the occupants of the dry-heat room would rather no one came in.
"I guess it's stuck," he said to the distressed blonde. "Why don't you come over to my place, and wait for them there?"
"Well, I have to find out where they are," Laura retorted logically. "If they're not in the sauna, they have to be somewhere."
Hank didn't want to complicate the situation by making any further suggestions, so he stood back and surveyed the scene contemplatively. Laura shouted through the crack along the edges of the door, but Hank knew that if anyone heard her, they would pretend they hadn't. He hated to see his friend's wife getting all upset, though, and he wanted to do something to calm her.
"Listen, Sweetheart, no one can take the heat in there for more than half an hour at a time ... So all you have to do is wait, and whoever's inside will have to come out through that door...."
Laura slumped miserably against the older man's supportive chest. She trained her eyes on the door, afraid that if she looked away it would open and close instantaneously, and she would miss the chance to get in. Hank began stroking her hair, which she had put up in pony-tails again in anticipation of a sauna bath, and he pulled her in closer, so he could feel the freely heaving mounds of her breasts pressuring into his chest. It occurred to him that it might be a good idea to join her in the sauna bath, if and when she finally got in, and maybe he could teach her a few of the things he and Karen had learned about the marvelously sheltered little heat-room.
Her mind stopped racing for the first time, and she began to feel that Hank was right ... The best thing for them to do was wait patiently for someone to emerge from the sauna.
It was several minutes later, and both Hank and Laura were sitting together on the floor, when strange, but definitely human noises began to issue from the edges of the huge sauna bath door.
"Aaaaahh, oh, yessss," a high-pitched voice was wailing.
It was answered by "fuck back now! Grind your pussy up on my cock!" and Laura knew instantly that it was her husband's voice. My God, he is in there ... and he's ... he's....
She couldn't complete the thought. Once again she'd been cruelly tricked by that little minx who tried to be her friend!
Laura sprang up from the floor with such vigor that the delicately wrapped sauna towel slipped fully off the heaving, bouncing breasts. She was so furious that she didn't even pull it up again, and Hank watched with fascination as the mounding flesh jiggled with her rapid, jerking movements. She reached her hands into her hair, pulling out a long, straight hairpin, and letting the towel slide down over her other breast, so it hung loosely around her waist. Ferociously, she jammed the hairpin into the crack above the latch, slicing it back and forth and up and down, until she heard a clunk of something dropping to the floor inside the sauna.
With uncharacteristic strength she yanked open the door, and the hot rush of dry, sex-thickened air almost knocked her off balance.
"You ... you ... bitch!" she growled, so angry that her voice was barely audible. "And M-Mike ... you fucking bastard!"
"Hush, Laura," Hank whispered behind her. He had surreptitiously stripped off his clothes, and now he was pulling her back into his naked muscular body, cupping his hands around her quivering red-hot breasts. Her nipples speared into his palms, like angry miniature lances, as he tried to quell her wrath. "They won't hear you anyway, Laura ... You might as well just calm down...." Gently but firmly he pushed her into the tiny little room, and he reached behind him to close the door. "Why don't you and I have a little fun," he suggested lightly, "until they come to their senses?"
Laura whirled on him furiously. Her hand flew out to open the door, but he stopped it with a quick grip at her wrist. "Ssshhh, baby," he whispered soothingly, although she wasn't making a sound. "You can't have forgotten what we did, can you? ... Now Mike's just doing the same thing...."
Even in her burning anger, Laura had to admit he was right. She hung her head down into her chest, and it was only then that she discovered that the whole upper half of her body was stark naked. Instantly she blushed, but seconds later she realized that she was being prudish. Everyone in this room had already seen her lush, curvaceous nudity before, and there was no logical reason to hide it now.
"All right," she said boldly, decisively. "Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me with everything you've got!" The words sounded foreign, coming from her formerly puritanical lips, but she didn't change her mind. If Mike was going to be so blatant even though he had known she would be meeting him, then she had every right to be just as blatant!
"That's what I like to hear," Hank leered, his hand easing down to her waist to loosen the towel that hung limply from her protruding pelvic bones. He pressed her gently into the wooden bench on the opposite side of the sauna from Mike and Karen, rolling her discarded towel into a makeshift pillow. "Now, how do you want it?" he asked matter-of-factly. "Shall we try something different from this afternoon?"
Laura didn't answer him, as she turned her head to the side to watch in lewd fascination as her husband fucked the girl who kept acting so friendly with her. She could see Karen's body straining incredibly, as she rhythmically tightened her thighs and forced her pelvis up against Laura's husband's pile-driving cock. Her legs were spread as far as they would go, affording him greater and deeper access to her open vagina. Her nipples were jutting out like hard brown knobs, finely carved chips of stone. And down between the seductive girl's widespread loins, Laura could see the red, slippery rod of her husband's penile flesh, charging in and out of the coralline opening like a herd of bulls.
God, he never fucked me like that ... she thought musingly. What's she got that I haven't got? The jealous thought was like a goad to her imagination, and suddenly she decided that she wanted to do the most perverted thing she could think of, right in front of her traitorous husband and her deceitful friend.
"Hank," she said evenly, a picture from a dirty magazine clearly imprinted on her mind-screen. "I want you to fuck me in the ass...."
As soon as she said it, her whole body cringed in horror at the fact that the obscene suggestion had actually come from her mouth. But she couldn't retract it now, not when her adrenalin was running like steam through her blood vessels, urging her to accept the most extreme debasement possible.
"Come on Hank ... What am I supposed to do?" It sounded like a child putting together a model airplane, she was so blunt and obedient of Hank's hesitant instructions. Butt-fucking was one of his favorite ways of having sex, but it was something that usually came later on in a relationship, and he was genuinely concerned that Laura would change her mind, as soon as she saw what it entailed.
Slowly he helped her turn over, so her white, satiny ass-cheeks were presented lewdly to his increasingly interested gaze. He raised her hips a little, so he could slide his knees in underneath, and he felt the flesh burning up with the external heat from the sauna and the internal heat from his growing lust. Hell! she asked for it! he realized. I'd be a fool to pass it up! Carefully he placed his palms flat over the warm, fleshy orbs of her buttocks, one on each side of her alluring nether crevice. He separated them gently, gradually, listening for the slightest hint of discomfort from her, as he carefully revealed the tiny brown hole that was nestled snugly between her never-before-parted cheeks.
God damn! It's the tiniest asshole I've ever seen! He looked down at the massive throbbing pole of his cockshaft, and the slightly flaring head, wondering frankly how it was ever going to fit. He remembered the first time he had done this to Karen, and he looked over to her writhing body now, twisting and thrashing with delight at the impalement of his friend's penis. Then his eyes were back on Laura's wrinkled elastic anus, and he eased his hands down into the split, so he could test its resiliency with his probing finger tips.
"Oh!" Laura cried in surprise, jerking forward with the unfamiliar pressure on her private orifice. "I-Is that what's supposed to happen?" Her mind was still bent on revenge, and she couldn't really imagine what was going to happen to her.
"Just relax, baby," Hank advised, running his finger around the outside of the cringing brown opening. He nudged his cockhead into her wide-split crevice, and for a fleeting second, Laura was afraid he was going to shove it in just like that! But she sighed with relief when she realized that he was just using the droplets of pre-cum from the burgeoning tip of his penis to lubricate her tender virgin flesh. His clear, viscous fluid felt warm and comforting on her dry little ring, and she relaxed noticeably as he resumed his experimental stroking.
Her mind was beginning to relax, too, and the thoughts of vengeance seemed to dim with the increasingly pleasurable sensation of Hank's finger teasing at the entrance to her rectum. She felt the slight slickening of her skin, now, with the moisture of perspiration caused by the high temperature in the sauna bath. A little trickle slid down from the small of her back into the cleavage of her ass-cheeks, mingling with the salty thickness of Hank's lubricant. Her anus felt soft and pliable now, and she had begun to flex her hips backward, to heighten the sensation of Hank's tantalizing finger.
"Ready?" she heard him ask behind her. For what? she wondered. Is he going to stick his cock in already? But before she could mouth the question, it was answered for her. She felt a firm, forceful pressure at her tender elastic flesh, and she heard a definite pop when the first knuckle of Hank's middle finger gained entry into her tight forbidden channel.
"Uunh!" she cried, jerking forward again. It felt huge and intrusive, like an over-sized penis jammed into her restricted nether passage, and she wanted to shout at him to stop. She couldn't take his real cock in there, not when his finger seemed like such a massive invasion.
She turned her head to look back over her shoulder, and the vision Hank presented suddenly frightened her. His face was contorted with lust and exertion, his skin was red and dripping with sweat. Suddenly the animalistic love-sounds from the bench on the opposite wall assaulted her ears, completing the frightening, orgiastic sensation that had just overwhelmed her.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Mike, I'm almost there!"
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, uuuuuuuhh...." the man Laura married grunted in response.
The heat of the room seemed unbearable, and Laura's eyes were swimming with lead images of their four naked, twisted bodies, engaged unabashedly in perverted, forbidden, illicit acts of pure, raw, sex! Husband and wife, her mind taunted, joined in conjugal bliss-only not with each other! And, in her case, not even in the natural, reproductive way! God, what's going on?
She was aware now, that Hank's whole finger was embedded in the tightly clenching channel of her rectum, she felt the definite pressure of another, too, as he wedged it in alongside the one that was already there. For the first time, she felt a definite twinge of pain, and she wondered what could have gotten into her to make her ask to be treated in this inhuman way.
"Oh Hank; go slower," she breathed, her body tensing in response to the apprehension in her brain. But he didn't seem to hear her as he plundered on, inserting now a third finger into her virginal, unaccustomed back passage. This time the flashing pain was clear and defined. It tore through her stretching flesh like a slash of lightening, causing her to buck forward and down into the hard, flat wood of the bench.
"It's too much, Hank ... it's too much" she groaned, but even as she spoke, she sensed his compliant response. He eased his finger outward, and then pushed them in more slowly, altogether this time, so her elastically ridged walls had a chance to adjust to their combined circumference at the same time, and it didn't hurt at all.
In fact, as he slowly wiggled his fingers against the resilient flesh of her rectum, Laura began to feel a familiar tingling in her belly. At first she couldn't identify it, but it grew gradually, and soon she knew what the tiny sparkling flames were: desire! She was actually beginning to enjoy the unnatural intrusion into her most private, secret depths! Her belly began to contract and undulate against her thighs, folded up underneath her body. As she massaged herself in this lewd, forbidden way, she felt her rectum relaxing around the wriggling fingers violating it, and she knew that she was going to want his penis in there-soon!
As if in response to her unspoken desire, Hank pulled out of her moistening back channel with all three fingers at once. Laura felt inexplicably empty, and she jerked back against him, in a involuntary demand to be filled. But she didn't have long to wait.
Hank's penis was throbbing with the pent-up lust of watching his mistress fuck Laura's husband, while he played with Laura's asshole. He had intended to stretch and prepare Laura's little rectum much more, but the demanding ache in his balls told him it was now or never. If he didn't stick it up her ass soon, he was going to cum all over her pretty little buttocks, with just his fingers to enjoy the clenched darkness of her virginal rectal passage.
He nudged the now slick head of his steel-hard cock into the hotly waiting ring of her anal orifice. At first, he was afraid he hadn't stretched her enough, because the huge, mushrooming bulb of his cockhead was easily twice the size of her loosened opening. With the fingers of one hand, he divided the cheeks of her buttocks, so that her asshole opened as far as it would naturally go, and then he forcefully guided his burgeoning member right between the brown, poking lips of the unused passage.
"Aaaaah," he sighed above her, as the meaty head of his penis popped into her elastic ring.
She responded with a moan of her own, unable to comprehend what must be happening back there. Her rectum felt completely, totally, impossibly filled, and all her tender flesh was stretching to the limit-but she knew that he hadn't even begun to drive inward yet! Where was the elongated, blood-engorged length of his penis going to go, when just his cock-head so absolutely stuffed her?
She cringed involuntarily as she felt his answer. His hips and thighs were tightly flexed, as he shoved forward and down, into the hotly-stretched hole of Laura's anus. He could feel the rough ridges of her rectal walls rippling back ahead of his assault, and he plunged even harder, using all the strength of his back and legs combined to bury his cock in her ass. Finally, she felt the tip of his penis slam mightily into the spongy membrane of her sphincter, and he gasped as she moaned.
"Whew!"
"Oooooohhhh! Your cock is too biiiiig!"
Their grunts were greeted by the sudden, loud wails of orgasm, from the other side of the hot, dry sauna.
As Hank's lust-inflated cock established a laborious, even rhythm fucking in and out of Laura's still-stretching asshole, Karen and Mike gradually disentangled themselves and became aware of their company.
"Oh, Christ, Karen! That's Laura!" Mike gasped, in a combination of shame and annoyance. How long has she been in here? And how can she let Hank do that to her? ... She'd never let me do it ... is he raping her?
But her clear, ecstatic voice jarred into his consciousness. "Oh, yes, Hank! It's working now! I can tell I'm going to cum from this butt-fucking!"
Karen looked up happily. "Well, she's really enjoying it, isn't she Mike? Isn't it wonderful?"
"Wonderful like hell!" Mike glowered. "I'm going to put a stop to it right now!" He stood up threateningly.
But Karen put a restraining hand on his arm. "God, Mike, don't be so uptight! Can't you see they're having a good time? They didn't interrupt us, did they?"
Mike looked into his mistress's innocently happy face. She was right, of course, but the whole situation was impossible. How could such gross adulterous infidelity ever be right!
"Besides, when they're finished," Karen continued excitedly, "we can really have some fun!"
Hank was panting and sweating profusely now, as his rhythm speeded up with the decreasing resistance of Laura's rectal walls. She was mewling and writhing beneath him, unable to control the hot licking flames that seared at her flesh, sending her brain reeling with thoughts of orgasmic release. She had never dreamed that a woman could actually climax from this depraved unnatural act, but the insistent hard fucking of Hank's cock in her now-slippery passage was impossible to deny.
She bucked her pelvis back against Hank's hairy groin, and she felt the sudden expanding of his cock that told her he was going to cum. Her asshole cringed with the first hot jet of salty semen, and she winced involuntarily with its unanticipated speed and power. His cock tube jerked spasmodically in her rapidly filling depths, and she felt distinctly every wave of sperm that surged through his ejaculating penis.
Then, the strangest, most unpredictable sensation rocked her loins. Her belly began to contract convulsively, and her body quaked with the first rippling power of her first anal orgasm. She could feel her cunt walls spewing out their juices, but it gave her the sensation that it was happening in her rectum. Her inexperienced nether passage was squirming around the emptying tube of Hank's cock, and her vagina was actually cumming in response.
"It's incredible!" she cried out. "I'm cumming in my asshole! ... Godddd!!!! ... I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnngggg!!!"
Their bodies thrashed and writhed together longer than Laura ever remembered experiencing before. She had completely forgotten where she was, or why she had instigated the lewd, satisfying act, but as Hank sat up and slid his deflating penis from her cum-filled rectum, she looked up and remembered it all.
Karen was absolutely beaming. "That was wonderful!" she enthused. "Laura, you're really getting into it! I'm so glad you've finally realized that sex isn't nasty or dirty!"
Laura was taken aback by the blonde girl's friendly admiring comments. She had intended to be angry at Karen ... but how could she?
Impulsively, the petite blonde got up and came around to where Laura was just sitting up. She wrapped her arm around the housewife and said, "Your husband and I were just thinking, Laura ... Maybe we could all have some fun together-the four of us-what do you say?"
Laura looked helplessly into her husband's eyes. He shrugged noncommittally. It was turning out to be Karen's ball game, and he was willing to go along with whatever she proposed.
Laura just smiled dazedly, her green eyes wide with wonder, as she surrendered herself to Karen's enthusiastic plans.
CHAPTER NINE
I've been wanting to do this a long time," Karen smiled, "but I've never met a woman who would let me...."
"Let you do what?" the housewife demanded, suddenly afraid of what her friend might be thinking.
"You just relax," the older girl instructed, positioning Laura's body in a half-sitting half-reclining position on the wooden bench in the sauna. She spread Laura's thighs apart, so that the gleaming coral flesh of her pussy was exposed for all to see. "I'd like to suck your little cunt, Laura ... I'd like to kiss it and lick it with my tongue, until you cum ... Have you ever done that before?"
"God, no!" Laura breathed, but she was mesmerized by the older girl's lewd monotone. Did she mean it? Was she actually going to stick her tongue right up her vagina, the way no man had ever done before? God!
Conflicting emotions tumbled through the flabbergasted wife. What Karen was suggesting was wrong ... even perverted. It was one thing when a man did it to a woman, and Laura had never allowed any man to do it to her ... but it was entirely another thing when a woman did it to a woman! A lewd image of two women writhing in abandoned ecstasy flashed into her brain and she couldn't shake it loose. What would it be like? Would she react to the Lesbian love-making the way she responded to natural sex?
In spite of herself, Laura felt a growing burning starting between her thighs, fanned on by the heat of the tiny little room in which she sat. The sparks kindled into lasciviously licking flames, inciting her loins into lustful desire. Did she want Karen to do it? Did she? With her husband and Hank Morgan watching? Her common sense tried to say "no" but already she had violated her every moral principle today-why not go all the way?
"Okay, Laura, just let me take care of everything....
Karen was kneeling down, now, crouching into the wide-spread split between Laura's thighs, and her hands were smoothing sleekly over her skin.
"Christ, Mike," Hank said, nudging his friend. "How do you like that? Karen's going to lick your wife's cunt!" But Mike just stared open-mouthed in astonishment. It had been the shock of his life when he had seen his wife responding to Hank's wanton ass-fucking, and he was almost ready to believe anything about the woman his wife was becoming. But did her new personality include making love to another woman?
A shiver of anticipatory fear suffused with pleasure coursed through the housewife as she watched Karen lower her head into the split between her thighs. She quivered under the experienced girl's knowledgeable touch and she found that her blood was racing and that her throat was dry. She shouldn't be doing this! But hadn't she just made brazen perverted love to a man who wasn't her husband, while her husband watched? Why stop now?
Karen's avid gaze flicked over the slightly churning cuntal slit nestled beneath the curly blonde pubic wisps and then she reached out with her tongue and dabbed at the moist pink furrow.
"Mmmmmm," Laura moaned from the surprising contact, and a thrill of illicit pleasure rippled through her as Karen began to swipe continuously at the delicately flushed outer folds of flesh.
"Oooooh, yesssss," she sighed as she realized how much she was going to enjoy the forbidden act. It was much nicer than she had imagined ... She felt somehow safe with the other woman; nothing rough or inconsiderate would happen, because Karen knew what she felt and was in sympathy with her. She felt that instinctively and was conscious of a sort of kinship with the pert blonde girl who had so totally destroyed her morals.
Karen drove her tongue into the juicy depths of the housewife's warmly squirming pussy, drawing out the heated juices of her passion. She found the little bud of her clitoris and titillated it mercilessly, wringing new moans of abandoned pleasure from the helplessly aroused young wife. Then she began to plunge her stiffened tongue into the hot writhing orifice of her greedily clasping cunt, swirling it around and around the clinging inner walls, screwing it wetly in crude simulation of fucking.
"Holy shit, man, look at them go!" Hank rasped, excited by the sight of the two naked women writhing and twisting against the wooden walls of the sauna. This was even better than fucking Laura in the ass ... because now he could see the whole operation, and watch the expressions on the two girls' faces.
He went around to the side, so he could see what his girlfriend was doing with her long, snaking tongue. He saw her supporting her weight on her hands now, pushing up off the floor until she was up on all fours, poised like a runner about to start a race. Her tongue plunged mercilessly into the other woman's cunt, but her petite, tanned body was quivering now, and her ass was wiggling enticingly in the air. Her full, hugely set breasts jiggled from her thrusting movements as she sought to bury her face completely in the other girl's passion-heated cunt.
Laura ground her lush buttocks uncontrollably into the wooden slats of the bench. She had placed a folded towel beneath her, but the cushion could not compensate for the sweeping, involuntary undulation that her pelvis had adopted. She spread her slender white thighs farther apart and pushed her twitching pussy against Karen's frantically working mouth. It was incredible! Her vagina felt as if it was on fire and she thought she'd die from the wild sensations careening through her. She couldn't believe that anyone had ever been kissed and licked to distraction like this. Karen was fabulous ... No wonder men hung around her like moths!
"Aaaaah ... It's soooo goooood!"
Her impassioned words finally convinced Mike that his wife was really enjoying the unnatural oral love-making. Up until that second, he hadn't been able to assimilate the changes that had so clearly taken place in her. It just didn't seem possible that she was responding so fully and so completely to Karen's expert tonguing. Even though he had just seen her making love to his old friend, and in the most perverted fashion imaginable, he still thought that Lesbianism was out of her league. But he had been wrong. Laura was completely aroused by the other girl's obscene lapping of her pussy, and she was obviously reaching a state of unparalleled excitement. She's really something!
Hank was subconsciously moving closer to the two enraptured women. His throbbing cock was fully erect again, and he held it aloft in one hand as he positioned himself behind the obliviously rocking form of his girlfriend.
"Hey, Hank, what's up?" Mike asked, as he watched his intrepid high school buddy. He saw him place his hands on the quivering mounds of Karen's shapely ass-cheeks, and begin to caress the tender flesh lovingly, while he nudged his hardened cock into the glistening wet cuntal lips below.
Karen exploded in a moan around and into Laura's tingling pussy when she felt the prodding hardness against her sensitively squirming cunt. She knew intuitively that it was Hank, as she felt him steer his lust-stiffened penis into the softly yielding channel of her receptive vagina. "Christ!" he breathed, as he felt her enveloping warmth close in on him. It was nice and hot, as it always was, and it was made even warmer by the engulfing heat of the small room.
"Hank, are you going to fuck her?" Mike asked inanely, as he kept his eyes riveted to the lewd chain unfolding before him. A threesome was forming ... even more lewd than their recent perversions, and he watched excitedly. He looked on as Hank's thick sturdy cock slid right to the hilt from behind into Karen's hungrily clasping pussy. Mike could see the moist pink edges of her cunt nibbling eagerly on the hard rock-like base of his penis, just as it had done around Mike's own member only minutes ago. Karen was beginning to thrust her buttocks backward to impale herself completely on her boyfriend's skewering cock.
Laura knew something was happening, but she wasn't sure what it was until she opened her eyes to look. Then she saw Hank kneeling right in back of Karen, and she knew that he had entered her from behind. He was making love to Karen at the same time that Karen was tonguing her feverishly excited pussy. It's a threesome again, Laura thought, but this time, she was excited in a lascivious way. She wished she could see what was going on behind Karen's wagging ass ... so that she could watch Hank's big familiar cock as it sawed in and out of the other girl's hot little cunt! She wished she could watch her friend's tightly fleshed buttocks thrusting out backwards to receive her husband's friend's driving penis, and she was almost sure she could hear the moistly sucking pussy flesh as it drew the pleasure-giving rod all the way up inside. But maybe the obscene sucking sound was just the hissing of Karen's tongue, as it sluiced into her own throbbingly alive pussy. Whatever it was, it was a lust-inciting sound, and now Karen as well as herself was receiving thrills of undefined ecstasy.
Mike felt left out. There was no doubt about it; he was jealous of the salaciously engrossed trio. He had no way of knowing that this was the second time they had been lewdly enjoined, but he knew that he had never participated in anything like it before. Shit, it must be great to fuck one girl from behind, while she sucks another girl off! His cock was pounding with suppressed passion as he stared longingly at the lascivious tangle of his wife, his mistress, and his high school buddy ... Well, at least they're having a good time, he thought wistfully.
"Come on, Mike!" Hank gasped through passion-clenched teeth. "You can join in too, you know ... Karen really digs double fucking, so Laura will too-now ... Why don't you shove your cock in her mouth?"
Mike stared at him in mingled surprise and shock. Put his cock in Laura's mouth? She'd never let him do that before ... Would she let him now, with her obviously loosening inhibitions? Should he try? Make the trio into a quartet?
"Yes, come on Darling," Laura called. "I'm not afraid anymore...."
Mike could hardly believe his ears. But he knew at last that the time for disbelief was over. He could no longer be surprised by anything his wife said or did. She was ready for anything, now!
His heart beating with anticipation, he rushed over to sit beside her on the bench. She raised her head and shoulders up against the wall, and motioned him to straddle her mounding breasts, so he could present the big rubbery head of his cock at the ruby red entrance of her lovely mouth.
"Mmmm, it's soooo big," she cooed. "But I can make it bigger! I can suck it until you cum in my mouth, and then I'll drink all your semen...."
Mike couldn't believe it was Laura spilling such lustful obscenities from her deliciously parted lips. Without hesitation he rammed his blood laden rod of flesh between her ovaled lips, forcing it right back until it was pressing against her larynx. Almost immediately, Laura began to suck and pull on the fleshy length, running her tongue expertly around it, as if she had done it a thousand times before. But that's impossible! his brain recalled, remembering that it had only been two weeks since they'd arrived from Illinois. His cock was titillated maddeningly by the grazing of her teeth, the tightening of her lips around the throbbing circumference like an elastic band. Mike couldn't help trying to push more and more of the palpitating length between her soft red lips ... it felt so good to have her sucking him at last.
"Christ, honey, you sure know how to give head!" he enthused, wondering if Hank had had anything to do with that. But he discarded the thought, because it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she finally wanted to do it, and she was obviously enjoying the lascivious act.
Laura closed her eyes again in complete abandon. Her nostrils were permeated by the pungent masculine odor of her own husband and she gave herself wantonly over to the joyful task of sucking his cock, while Karen was kissing her pussy. At the same time, Hank was fucking Karen from behind, and together they formed a lewd four-link chain, an obscene quartet of sucking and fucking!
I'm glad I stayed to help Laura open the door, Hank thought happily, as he screwed rhythmically into Karen's tightly gripping pussy. If I hadn't, I'd have missed all the fun! ... Karen sure knows how to get a party going, he admired inwardly, looking down at her sweating, squirming body as it twisted beneath him. His cock felt ready to explode; her greedy cunt was like a voracious suction machine, threatening to yank his penis right off! He was going to shoot his wad pretty soon ... there was nothing he could do about it. He saw his buddy pumping furiously into his wife's mouth and he could see her pretty lips ovaling lewdly around his thrusting penis.
Shit, a guy at each end and two chicks in the middle, was his last coherent thought before the tumultuous rumble in the depths of his balls signalled his accelerating release.
"Shove your ass back, honey," he grunted to Karen, and he clamped his hands over her hips to help her push. "I'm about to cum ... Fuck back!"
Karen heard his crude words as she felt the first hot spurt of his trickling fluid as if spurted into her desperately milking pussy. She thrust her flaring buttocks back and squeezed rhythmically on his ejecting cock, coaxing every last drop of his desire-quenching liquid from his draining balls, while she continued her frenzied licking and tonguing of her friend's wildly twitching cunt.
Mike heard the demanding grunts and groans of his buddy, and he knew he would soon join him in the throes of orgasm. "Laura, baby, I can't hold out too much longer either ... Just keep sucking like that-take my whole cock in your mouth!"
His grotesquely engorged penis seemed to fill her mouth completely, choking her breath and trying to slide right down her throat. God, this wanton orgy was unbelievable. Hank was cumming already, spitting his roiling sperm into Karen's tingling pussy, and now Mike was almost ready to empty his fiery semen into her mouth!
"Aaaaaaggggghhh!!! ... Pump it, Laura, pump it!" Laura felt the burning salty taste of the sperm as it flowed freely between her lips and gushed unchecked down her hotly clutching throat. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on taking every drop of his life-giving fluid from his spewing cock, but she was torn asunder by the clamorous demands of the pleasure she was feeling from Karen's incessant cunt-licking.
God, I can't take much more of this! Her body was twisting and flailing with spasms of unbelievable pleasure, while her throat and mouth tried to keep up with the copious offering from her husband's ejaculation. Her cheeks hollowed and filled alternately as she gulped the cascading cum, and she could feel it slipping down her throat and settling in a deep warm pool in her belly.
And at the same time, she knew she released a flow of her own orgasmic juices, and she could feel the heated inner walls of her vagina closing in like a vise around Karen's obscenely thrusting tongue.
Sobs started deep in her helplessly aroused belly, but they were muffled around her husband's still ejaculating cock.
Vibrations ricocheted through her pulsing body, and she knew she was getting them from Karen. She realized instantly that her beautiful fun-loving friend was also climaxing, just after Hank ... All four of them reached an orgasm together ... It was miraculously unbelievable! She knew she would never be the same again.
The four blissfully fulfilled naked bodies lay tangled in a heap of sleekly sweat-coated flesh as the orange light from the heated rocks in the sauna bathed them in a pulsing healthy glow. Their cocks and pussies and mouths were still twitching with the aftershocks of their galvanic mutual orgasm, but their minds and spirits were cleared and refreshed.
It was Karen, naturally, who first wriggled free of the weight of Hank's body crushing down on her lower torso, and she stood up and stretched. "After a sauna," she explained to her exhausted companions, "You're supposed to take a cool shower to close your pores. I'll check the women's changing room," she said, "if one of you guys will check the men's ... If one of them is empty, we can all go in together, and take a nice, refreshing shower!"
Hank was quick to jump at her suggestion. He'd stolen many showers before with Karen Day, when one or the other of the dressing rooms was empty, and the idea of having the additional company of Mike and Laura Richmond was stimulating beyond his experience. Hurriedly he grabbed a random soaked towel from the floor, and he and Karen went to check their separate shower rooms.
Laura and Mike stirred suddenly, when the open door let in a gust of cool, normal room-temperature air.
"Honey, you were marvelous," Mike whispered, and for a second, she was afraid he was going to ask about the complete change she had undergone. But she sighed when he didn't. He continued, "And aren't those two something else? I'd never have dreamed that anyone would be able to talk us in to what we've just done today ... Would you?"
But before Laura could respond, Karen came bouncing through the door with the news that the ladies' shower room was empty, and they could all go in there for a nice, cool, shower.
All four of them tip-toed into the dressing room and through to the large, communal shower. Karen turned on all six taps, and the four of them stood silently in the middle, letting the refreshing, pure water wash away the lust and exhaustion that had permeated their skin. The short blonde woman dipped her whole head under the cold spray, and she laughed and shivered as her tight curls gradually unfurled, dripping around her face so she looked like a miniature sex-pixie. Her nipples had contracted into hard little knobs with the shock of the cold water, and her breasts jounced enticingly as her whole body trembled.
Laura was quick to follow her lead, and soon the men joined in too, and they were all dripping with the purifying clear spray. Karen produced a small plastic bottle of shampoo, which they lathered and spread all over their bodies, so when they rubbed up against each other they slipped and glided, their flesh sliding sensuously together.
Laura caught Mike in her arms, and through the bubbly cushion of the thick shampoo she could feel his penis stirring to new life as it slipped this way and that across the flat, firm flesh of her belly. He spattered some suds on her breasts and then squashed her up against him, feeling the ripe, fleshy mounds flatten out against his muscular chest. He picked her up, bodily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt the slickened head of his cock nudging at the recently deflowered hole of her rectum.
Her body slipped easily up and down around his torso, like a massive cunt on a gigantic penis, as he lifted her suggestively to show what he wanted to do. At the other end of the shower Karen and Hank were rubbing each other's bodies with handfuls of lather, sensuously insinuating their fingers around and into each other's private parts. Karen was giggling throatily, her imagination already alive with a dozen new things they could try....
* * *
It was bright and cold, on that weekend afternoon in November. Hank Morgan and Karen Day had insisted on being married outside, however, so the judge, the bridal party, and all the guests were bundled up warmly in front of the clubhouse at Bay Vista Condominiums. Karen was dressed in a long bright blue woolen dress, and Hank, for the first time, wore a complete suit and tie, with a shirt the color of Karen's dress.
Appropriately, Laura Richmond was her best friend's matron of honor, and she stood beside her husband, who was Hank's best man.
The ceremony was short and simple, and the exchange of rings and kisses accomplished, the entire wedding moved inside the clubhouse, for the most frolicking party Bay Vista had ever known.
They had a live band, a sit-down dinner, and the most gorgeous wedding cake anyone had ever seen. It lasted from the early afternoon far into the early morning, with wild dancing and drinking and celebration. The raucous, unsinkable ebullience of the bride carried the party through peak after peak of excitement, just as she had carried her three friends through innumerable orgasms on that afternoon not so long ago.
Now one of those friends was her husband, but that wasn't going to dampen her lively, sensual existence. She and Hank had already invited the Richmonds up to Lake Tahoe, to visit them at the cabin they had rented for their honeymoon. As she danced to the strains of the never-tiring band, her imagination was alive with her plans for the four of them.
"I'm glad the Richmonds opened up about sex, aren't you?" Karen whispered into her husband's ear.
"I'm glad you opened up about marriage," Hank returned...."I told you it didn't have to be stuffy and restrictive, the way you always thought. And the Richmonds just prove it!"
"Mmmmm," Karen nodded dreamily. Since that afternoon in the sauna bath, and later in the showers, she and Hank had visited the couple from Chicago on several occasions, and each one was better than the last. In fact, it had been her observation of Mike and Laura that had first warmed the liberated California woman to the idea of settling down.
She saw how the married couple accepted and adjusted to a style of life that had been completely unfamiliar to them before they had moved to California. They had incorporated it into their marriage, not with the secrecy that Grace Dextra and the other women did, but with open, sensual enjoyment, the way Karen herself had been accustomed to living. She was extremely proud of herself, that she had been able to effect the change in her married friend ... but she had to admit that she had learned something from Laura, too ... And what she had learned from Laura may have been more important than what she had taught her....
She had learned that marriage was enduring constant if not always consistent, and she had been persuaded that it could be adjusted to fit her lifestyle.
Hank guided Karen across the floor, and her eyes caught Laura's.
"Thanks, Laura," she mouthed happily, and Laura smiled back. She knew what Karen was thanking her for, and she turned to Mike.
"I'm glad we moved to California, aren't you?"
"More than I'd ever dreamed," he agreed. He refilled her champagne glass, and raised his own in a toast. "To us, and to the Morgans ... where ever fate takes us...."
And then Laura giggled, adding, "to the swimming pool, the sauna, the showers, Lake Tahoe...."
