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Swap Night
Chapter 1
Eddie Frampton folded his tall but lithe and muscular frame into the
brand new Porsche, started the motor, jerked it into reverse gear and
rocketed the machine down the drive into the quiet street. Tires
squealing and engine reving like mad, he headed toward Manna Avenue and back
to the club. The ache in his loins and his feeling of sexual
deprivation told him, only too clearly that there was a big void in his
married life although in almost every other direction, his life had
changed for the better.
Jesus Christ! Alyce looks she'd be the most fabulous lay of the century
... that luscious body, it sure fooled me. Why does she just lay there
like a sack of flour when I fuck her? She's so goddamn passive, I feel
like I might as well shove my cock into an inflatable doll. It's not
normal. She thinks everything but the missionary position is only for
perverts. Even with the missionary she just lies there and throws her
legs up and waits for me to get it over with.
I better keep my mind on the road, he suddenly realized after just
roaring right past a stop sign. But presently his attention was focused
back in his groin. Fuck! I've got such an ache in my balls! I don't
have to go home for lunch. It would be just as convenient to have it at
the club, but I like to see my wife but apparently she isn't that happy
to see me.
He let his mind drift back over the little scene he had just gone
through.
Still in his tennis gear, the handsome pro bounced into the house,
entering the kitchen where Alyce was preparing lunch. He enveloped his
wife of three months in a great bear hug, giving her a lingering kiss,
hard on her upturned lips, leaning his head down to her and using his
tongue to force open her lips to him. The uptight young woman had made
this concession to her lusty husband; his desire for what she
considered unnecessary sexual contact, especially, in a casual kiss of
greeting or goodbye.
The lovely blonde was a little repulsed, but she had decided that it
was a small thing for her to do if it was something that Eddie really
wanted.
"What's on the menu, darling?" he asked, looking around the kitchen.
"Tuna salad," she said, "we're going to go strictly low calorie around
here."
"Sounds great to me," he said, "those five pounds I put on over our
honeymoon sure show up when I'm playing. I think it was all those
chocolate eclairs for breakfast."
"Yes," she answered with mock sterness, "no more decadence at the
table. I don't want this body looking like someone blew me up with a
bicycle pump."
"I'd like to pump you right now," he leered at her in a suggestive
manner.
His hands made suggestive motions down her back, as he smoothed them
across her buttocks, reveling in their firm protuberance, cupping the
rounded mounds of them in his huge hand and pulling her pelvis in hard
to his now stiffening prick beneath his neat white tennis shorts.
Alyce could feel the warmth and the bulging, warm firmness at his
crotch, and she knew that he wanted her. She could hardly stand the
thought of having sex in the middle of the day and she knew that he
felt that it was an added extra with his lunch break.
"Don't you have a group at one o'clock," she asked hopefully. "I mean
you won't have time."
"Baby, I've always got time for a good fuck. We could go right over
there by the sink and I could stick it in you while you're washing the
lettuce."
The handsome tennis pro gave his wife a playful slap on the ass, as she
turned to the counter to begin serving the lunch she had prepared for
them.
Ignoring his lewd comments she said, "It's almost ready you'd better
wash up, Eddie."
The sway of her hips, as she walked away from him, held his attention,
his eyes riveted on her, watching the undulating flesh inside the
jeans, mentally undressing her and he liked what he saw. That was the
reason he had finally married. This woman seemingly had everything.
"I wish it was your cunt I was eating instead!"
Alyce shot him a look back over her shoulder at him. She saw her
husband's lust-filled eyes, as he watched her, and she wished that she
could learn how to handle Eddie's sexually suggestive innuendoes and
lewd interjections.
She turned away from her husband, embarrassed, in spite of herself, the
beginnings of a frown creasing her lovely face as Eddie left the
kitchen and headed for the bathroom.
The things he says! That look of his when he wants to make love to me,
which I think he wants twenty-four hours a day, is pure lust! It's pure
animal lust and it makes me feel crawly and dirty. I wish I could learn
to understand it, to respond to his lewd demands, or any rate to reply
without blushing to his comments.
The blonde wife finished setting the table and called him to the table.
They ate the meal together, she somewhat bird-like only pecking at the
food but Eddie ate ravenously as athletes will. His appetite always
seemed to match his size but she knew that he was inclined to pack away
a little too much sometimes so she was cutting down on the calories. A
fat tennis pro was not exactly an asset and even though he burned up a
lot of energy on the courts it wasn't quite enough to match his sweet
tooth so she had decided to restrict his intake of fattening foods.
Eddie gobbled up his tasty tuna salad, sighed contentedly and reached
for his wife.
"Since there's no sweets at the table I think I'd like you for
dessert."
The exquisite blonde had just risen from the table, and she moved to
escape him, trying to pick up some dishes from the table as a
distraction. He rose, swooped and captured her easily holding her
immobile in a vise-like grip, the dishes tailing back to the table with
a clatter. His lips sought hers and he kissed her hard and long.
Finally, she placed both her hands on his chest and pushed him away
from her.
"Come on, baby, give me a little bit."
"Eddie, please it's the middle of the day. It just doesn't seem right
somehow."
"Right. If it feels right what does the time have to do with it. I want
to fuck. I'm not going to wait for the darkness."
"Well ... I do feel better about it ... at night, darling."
Undiscouraged, he again bent his head down to her, capturing her full
lips and he was kissing her long and passionately, probing her mouth
with his tongue, his hands busy on her body, exploring the womanly
curves of her, kneading and caressing her, trying to communicate his
great need of her through action.
The big man's fingers found the zipper on her jeans. Fearfully she
heard the scraping whisper of the fastener as he opened it and the
garment fell with a sigh of the material, sliding down over the swell
of her hips to land in gathers around her trim ankles. She broke the
kiss pulling her head back to one side.
"Eddie! What will our neighbors think?"
"The neighbors! Do you think that they have nothing better to do than
to watch us?" he said, vehemently, as he dipped his hands under the
elastic waistband of her panties to grasp a smoothly rounded buttock
cheek in either hand.
She persisted. "But what if someone did see us through the window
without our clothes in the middle of the day. Eddie, it just wouldn't
be right."
Desperate to convince her he continued with greater emphasis, "Listen,
we're husband and wife and this is our home. I'll do what I want in it
and when I want to. No one's going to stop me. Why are you so concerned
what other people think? It's our life, not theirs so why don't you
just get over yourself."
Then, with a deft movement he pushed her panties down over the smooth,
rounded curves of her buttocks, and the wisp of nylon joined her jeans
at her ankles. The clasp of her bra occupied his attention only
momentarily. He flung the garments from her, and she stood, nude,
statuesque and magnificent in the middle of the kitchen, leaning into
his tanned arms, pliant and unresisting.
Her innocent face flushed with the shame of it. imagine being stripped
naked during the lunch hour right there in the kitchen with the
curtains opened. She thought of making another complaint but she bit
her tongue deciding that she would only irritate her husband more by
nagging about his unseemly behavior. It seemed to her that she was
always on the defensive and she didn't want Eddie to think that she
objected to everything all the time although in their short marriage it
was beginning to look like she did.
"Oh baby, I want you. I want to fuck you now. Your body turns me on so
much!"
His muscular arms swept her up; lifting her, easily, he carried her to
their bedroom, leaving the trail of her clothing behind them on the
way. He deposited his wife on the soft yielding mattress and stepped
back to kick off his shoes. He clawed his tennis garb from his body,
frantically, scattering it about the room in a flurry of quick
movements for which he was famous on the tennis court.
Alyce watched her young husband undress, admiring his athlete's body
but as she did a tidal wave of conflicting thoughts and emotions
coursed through her.
Alyce was a body fitness fanatic and she admired her husband's body
almost abstractly like he was a specimen not a human being. But she
just could not get over his sexual appetite. His passion rises so fast
she thought and he gets so hard. Look at his penis. It's standing up
already and it's so huge. The head is blood red and it's throbbing so
dangerously I feel afraid of it. I wish he'd give me some time to get
in the mood, wait until the evening. I love him but I can't allow his
lust to ruin our marriage.
Eddie came to the bed and lay down beside his wife. He reached for her,
grasping one full, firm breast in an enormous hand, he massaged it,
roughly, the mound femaleness soft and yielding under his kneading
fingers.
His great need was apparent in the urgency of his husky voice. "Jesus,
Alyce, I'm so horny. I've got to fuck you now. I want my cock in your
cunt."
As disgusted as she was by his obscene words and even more lewd demands
she tried to remain calm.
"Let's wait until tonight ..."
His hungry lips stopped her, his tongue lashing into her mouth, as his
hand left the breast it was massaging and moved downward across her
belly, coming to rest on the golden, softly curling hair of her pubic
mound. His hairy hand was stopped there; he couldn't move it, easily,
between her thighs and into her vaginal slit, because she had clamped
her legs tightly together.
Alyce twisted her lips away. "No, Eddie, please let's wait until
tonight ..."
Ignoring her feeble entreaties the big man began to insinuate his
middle finger into the soft, hair-lined crease, but he couldn't get it
in far enough.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered.
She obeyed him, reluctantly. Snake-like, he ran his hand down over her
pubic hair, cupping the whole of her naked loins in his big hand,
pressing it all up tight between her open legs, compressing the folds
of flesh, and kneading her, as he had her breast moments before. She
gasped and she remembered the furious lovemaking of the previous
evening. She did not want to subject herself to his perverted demands
again and especially not in the middle of the day.
"No ... I don't ... want it ..."
"You never do but I have to get my cock inside you. My balls are
burning!"
The innocent blonde moaned in answer to his frantic demands and the
fear in her groin. She wanted him to be satisfied but his demands were
just too much for her to put up with.
"Stop it ... you're going to be late for work ..."
In answer, his finger went straight to the furrow of her cunt, moving
in the pink, tender flesh, insistently, now then, upward, through the
slight moistness to find the hidden bud of her clitoris. He rubbed at
it, stroking the tiny button, trying to rouse it to alert erectness,
but it lay flaccid and unresponding under his frantic fingers, refusing
to leave its canopied protection.
Suddenly, with a desperate gasp, Eddie heaved himself to his knees; he
couldn't stand the wait any longer. Kneeling over his wife, he placed
himself between her partly spread legs, pushing outward with his
muscular thighs to spread her limbs even further apart.
Eddie's cock was fully erect, its huge, blood-engorged length jutting
out from his hairiness like another arm. He took the monstrous cock in
his hand, and came down, slowly, upon her, as he guided it to the soft,
hair-lined slit at the opening of her pussy. He pressed the lust-
inflated head against the reddened flesh of her, trying to force the
lust raging cock into her barely moistened and unwilling cunt.
"Stop it, Eddie ... I'm not ready ... I don't want it ..."
"You never do. What am I supposed to do with this hard cock of mine?"
"You're an animal ... you're unnatural wanting sex all the time like
this."
Eddie's face froze, the anger rising in him, as he spat out, "so now
I'm some kind of beast, am I? Is that what you think about me?"
She was instantly contrite. "No, I didn't really mean it. It just
popped out."
But Eddie was furious now. "I want to fuck you within an inch of your
life. If you'd get into it, you'd enjoy it."
His base, vulgar language was cutting into her like a knife, slicing,
slashing and jabbing at her mind. Her body stiffened, and her face
froze into a mask of injured self-righteousness.
"I've had enough of this," she said with a voice like icewater thrown
in his face, "let me up."
"Oh, Alyce, stop acting like an injured virgin," he said calmly trying
to placate her.
"Don't speak to me like that. I won't have it. This is supposed to be
lovemaking not that other ..."
"Good Christ, will you be reasonable!" he shot out now completely
exasperated.
"You be reasonable!" she snapped at him, furiously attempting to
release herself from his pinioning embrace.
Eddie was rapidly becoming exasperated with her feeble objections and
he found that the growing anger within him was dampening his ardor. His
cock was still rigid, but the inner turmoil was taking its toll; he
could feel the change taking place in him. Some flaccidity of his
virile organ was already evident. He tried one more time to get things
to a mutually happy solution.
"Come on, Alyce, honey ... let's ..." he began, awkwardly trying to
apologize.
"You're not going to treat me like some whore you just picked up off
the street," she fumed, twisting herself free of him, finally, and
sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
"But, darling, we're married. What do you expect me to do, beat off,
all the time?"
"I'm sure I don't care," she said coldly.
The rejected husband heaved himself up angrily from the bed, gathered
up his tennis gear and plunged toward the bathroom, slamming the door
hard behind him. He turned on the cold shower and jumped under it
bathing his aching cock to ease the frustration of his incomplete
sexual act. Then, he dressed, quickly, to go back to the tennis clinic.
At least, he could throw himself into the group he would have at the
one o'clock session, smashing backhands against the ball machine as
fast as it threw them out. He seethed, inwardly, his anger mounting
higher each moment.
Just thinking about the way his new wife constantly thwarted his
attentions made him seethe. Almost everything else in his life was
coming together. He had just been hired at Marina Tennis Clinics as a
pro. It was something he had always wanted to do and this club was
really the creme de la creme with all the latest equipment. They had
video tape equipment to instantly record the students progress and to
point out their mistakes in technique before they became habit. The
other pros at the club were a friendly crowd and the owner was a very
agreeable sort as well. For the first time in his life he felt like he
had it made. He had married a gorgeous young virgin who was one of the
women signed up for the tennis groups and it seemed like it was a
marriage made in heaven. They made a striking young couple but Eddie
thought ruefully, it was all a front.
Shit, she doesn't even like me to finger her let alone ever let me eat
her cunt. If I could just get her sample a taste of that she'd probably
go out of her mind. God, the first time I did it dog-style to her
instead of missionary, I thought she was going to call the cops.
It's my own fault. All the guys said I was an asshole to marry a
virgin. I should have found out how she felt about sex before we got
married. Now it's too late. It's been almost three months and instead
of getting better it's getting worse.
Sitting at the traffic lights, his attention was diverted momentarily;
it was the body of a woman that had caught his eye and he was sure that
he recognized Sally Dunn in her white tennis dress walking along the
street carrying her racquet on the way to the tennis club.
That's a body! Jeeeeesus! I've always thought she must be the hottest
cunt in the club and standing around in the pro shop all day she nearly
drives me nuts sometimes. I wonder what it would be like inside that
hot little cunt? I bet she'd be a fabulous fuck!
Eddie, old boy, you're getting a little ahead of yourself. You've
gotten married and already you're thinking about other women. This is
not a good sign.
... Christ, though, my cock aches! Why doesn't Alyce let herself go?
What makes her so uptight?
Suddenly, he found himself almost abreast of Sally Dunn. The
provocative swing of her hips and the flashing smile of recognition she
threw over her shoulder toward his new Porsche, combined to cause him,
on impulse, to steer the car over to the curb and stop beside her. He
leaned across the seat, looking up and out at her where she had
stopped, waiting, hesitantly.
"Mrs. Dunn ... can I give you a ride over to the courts?"
She trotted over to the low-slung automobile. "Why Mr. Frampton. Hi!
You're a lifesaver. I didn't realize it was so far on foot."
The tanned tennis pro opened the car door for her and she got in,
revealing her long, tapering legs to good advantage. Eddie took a good,
long look, feasting his eyes on her female loveliness. She had even
more beautiful legs than he had remembered from seeing her in the pro
shop over at the Marina.
"Where's your car?" he asked her when she had settled herself in the
low bucket seat, moving her hands to her hair to fling the long tresses
over her shoulders. The movement accented her heaving breasts; the
outline of her bosum prominent under the thin white material of her
tennis dress.
"It stalled just around the corner and I discovered that I had left my
wallet at home. I don't have a dime with me and all my credit cards are
at home so I'm walking to the club to call David to have the car
towed."
"I'm glad I happened along. Always glad to rescue a damsel in
distress," he joked, easing the car back into the traffic.
Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, he glanced over at her,
appreciatively, noting the swell of her tanned thigh, which the white
tennis skirt accentuated. Her legs were bare as far up her thigh as he
could see and he wondered about her panties which were the only things
keeping her decent. Keeping her cunt away from his prying eyes.
Against his will, he felt the familiar, pleasurable throb between his
legs, as his penis began to engorge with his racingly hot blood,
building an erection. His scrotum began to tighten and to pull his
testicles up, the crawling sensation, again, making him acutely aware
that he had been thwarted in his noon-time attempt to make love to his
own beautiful wife.
The handsome husband took another sidelong look at the lovely olive-
skinned beauty of Sally Dunn, her deeply wide-set dark eyes, straight
brown hair and her straight attractive nose. Her trim dress fell in
natural folds around her breasts, revealing the generous nature of
them. The contours, softly rounding, made him wonder whether or not she
was wearing a brassiere. The curve of her thigh was firm, her skirt
stretching and straining to cover it but slightly. He followed the
curves on down to tapering lower thighs and delicate knees, the calves
swelling gently and muscularly. He could see her trim ankles peeping
over the tops of her tennis half socks and saw that they were in
perfect proportion to the rest of her voluptuous body.
Eddie's prick jumped in his own tennis shorts. Quickly, he glanced down
at himself to ascertain whether his throbbing erection was going to be
obvious to his passenger.
Sally was a well put together bundle of womanly beauty, he decided, but
the fact that she was David Dunn's wife and David was another pro at
the club and she worked in the pro shop made the thought of having any
physical contact impossible. She was forbidden by the moral rule that
the instructors didn't have anything to do with their co-workers.
Of course, he couldn't help but notice her around the club and they had
exchanged a few brief words but that was it. He wasn't going to let
himself be tempted and besides he didn't want to compromise his growing
friendship with her husband, David.
In this moment, however, he began to see Sally in a new light in view
of the events of the last hour with his own wife. She was a fully
mature woman ... a very desirable woman, and Eddie needed a woman and
desperately. He stole another glance at her. He decided that she was,
definitely a very sexy young woman.
I wonder if I should try and come on to her? I wonder if she'd be open
to that? It probably wouldn't be fair to especially thinking about
David. After all, I do have to work with him.
Jesus! I've already got a hard-on. Look at those tits! I'd give my
right arm just to feel them.
He smiled over at her, noting that her slim, tapering hands were in her
lap, the fingers entwined, nervously.
"How's David?" he said. "Has he had a couple of days off or something?
I haven't seen him around for a few days."
"Yes, he took a couple of days off to go to a tournament in Los
Angeles."
"Oh, he sure works hard at it, doesn't he?"
"Yeah. I wish he'd work just as hard in other directions," she said
smiling wistfully. She turned her head to look out the window. Eddie
spoke to the back of her shining head, puzzled by the meaning of her
words.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It just means that he keeps himself in top condition to play but when
it comes to me ... well ..."
Her message came over strong and clear, but he was also sure that she,
naively, didn't realize the signals she was giving out. She was being
honest only. His eyes drifted over her, again, liking what he saw more
and more, meanwhile his attentions of keeping away from one of his
fellow tennis pro's wife was getting pushed farther and farther into
the recesses of his mind by the persistent pulsing of his rock-hard
erection between his legs. He decided to probe a little deeper.
"Do you mean he's not satisfying you in bed?" he burst out
breathlessly.
The dark-haired beauty didn't answer immediately. After a moment, she
said. "Yes, that's it." She sighed and dropped her gaze, demurely to
her hands, wringing them agitatedly in her lap.
Eddie knew just how she felt. There's nothing worse than frustration.
"I'm sorry I said anything," she said suddenly. "You must think I'm..."
"No, it's all right. I'm not a marriage counselor just a tennis coach."
"David doesn't even know I exist, half the time," she sighed ignoring
him, turning to look out the window again.
"So that's the problem, he ignores you ..." he prompted wanting to get
to the bottom of the matter.
"He doesn't want to do it very often. His idea of keeping me happy is
to do it a couple of times a week," she said miserably still looking
out the window.
"And you want it more often," he queried.
"Well, God. It seems to me to be unnatural to have such a low sex-
drive," she said matter-of-factly .
Eddie laughed out loud. A hard bitter laugh which startled and confused
her. She jerked her head around to look at him in a wide eyed
consternation.
"I don't think it's funny."
"Please believe me when I tell you, I know. How well I know! It's
amazing. What a rotten coincidence!"
"Coincidence?"
"Yes ... we're in the same boat."
"I don't follow you."
"Alyce is just like David."
"I see." She dropped her gaze again, afraid that she had gone too far
in revealing to him an intimate fact of her married life to a
comparative stranger.
Then Eddie reached out, on impulse, his huge paw settling on her bare
knee, gently. The smooth, tanned flesh was warm to his hand, inviting
him and tantalizing him with its warm promise.
She looked up at him, startled, as his hand massaged the inner part of
her knee and began to move upward an inch or so along the soft, smooth
flesh of the inside of her thigh.
"Mr. Frampton! I hope you don't think that because I told you about
David that I'd ... I'd ..." she gasped, at a loss for words, her legs
clamping together, but the big hand was trapped between her thighs
still trying to move upward toward her cunt.
"You're a lovely, desirable woman, Sally, and I want you. I want to
make love to you," he rasped out, his breath starting to come in low
spurts now.
"Good god! We're both married. How could you even think ...?"
"Listen," Eddie cut in, "you just said that David wasn't giving you
enough in the sack ..."
"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to start hopping in
bed with every ..." The words came tumbling out of her, as she
struggled to find reasons to stop his advances toward her.
"We could be discreet. No one would ever know," he said.
"You make it sound like going to the supermarket," she said. "I
couldn't get involved in something like that. Besides, there are other
people to think about."
Overwhelmingly, the burden of his sex was bearing down on him. He felt
his prick straining at the confines of his shorts. It was standing up,
painfully, throbbingly, alert. Christ! How this woman had aroused him.
He wanted her, but he knew that it was impossible. It was broad
daylight and time for his one o'clock group. He was supposed to be
instructing now. Of course, he rationalized, one of the assistant pros
could get the people out on the courts and get the video equipment set
up so that would give him an extra couple of minutes.
Silently, they rode along for a few moments, then Eddie, again, reached
out his hand to her thigh. She shifted in the bucket seat, and almost
imperceptibly her legs spread for his hand as it gained the inside of
her thigh and moved upward along the warm flesh to the heat of her
crotch.
Quickly, he made his decision. She was ready!
"You're dying for it, aren't you?" he said, making his question a
statement of fact.
"No. You're wrong. I can't do it. It wouldn't be right."
Her thighs closed on his hand, and he felt a slight thrust of her hips;
a gentle uncontrolled, grinding motion that made her words a lie, her
body speaking the truth of her need.
"Where can we go? Obviously, we can't go to your place or my place."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she gasped, her hips straining forward even more.
He frowned, time was of the essence. His hand was at the juncture of
her thighs. He used his fingers, probing until he found the crease
below the pubic mound and insinuated his middle finger. He pushed
against her and found the bud of her womanhood under the thin wisp of
nylon.
"No ... please ... I can't stand it ... nooooooo," she gasped with
pleasure.
Her words jolted him. Now, he was beginning to have second thoughts
about the whole thing. He began to wonder if he might have gotten
himself in too deeply, already, as he thought about the bizarre
situation. They were both aroused sexually and there seemed to be no
immediate answer to where they could go and fuck.
"Let's go to a motel," he suggested.
"It would take too long to get there," she murmured, her eyes glazed
and passion-filled.
"All right, I know what we'll do," he said. "There's an equipment hut
behind the pro shop ..."
"Isn't that kind of risky ..."
"You're right. We'll park behind it and just stay in the car. Well
manage. Where there's a will there's a way."
Pulling his fingers from her cunt, he drove into the drive of the tree-
shaded club and threaded his way around the member's parking lot around
the rear of the pro shop to the employee's lot. No one else seemed to
be around and he parked the car over to the corner of the small lot,
quickly turning off the ignition and reaching for her.
Eagerly, readily, Sally came into his arms, lifting her lips to him
willingly, and moving as close to him as the bucket seats of the
expensive Porsche would allow.
Their lips met, and her tongue came probing into his mouth, wetly,
seeking him. He was pleasantly surprised by her wanton search of his
oral cavity, her lingual member hotly slithering into all its crevices.
He sensed the urgency in the woman and thrust his own tongue forward to
joust, momentarily with hers, before giving her just the tip of it. She
instantly, voraciously, sucked on his tongue, pulling it deeply into
her warm, hungry mouth.
At the same time his hands were occupied with her body. He found her
breasts, to his delight, they were completely unfettered. She wore no
bra under her tennis dress. The swell of her thigh was firm and long
tapering and he revelled in the wonderful womanliness of her. His
strong hands explored all her curves, massaging her, roughly, molding
and kneading her, and her breath came fast into his mouth.
Frustratedly, he broke the kiss. "We're not going to be able to do
anything in this car. It's just too small."
Shyly, she smiled up at him, her face framed by her long, dark-brown
hair, not knowing how to say the thing she wanted to say, yet knowing
that it must be stated, somehow, if they were to finish what they had
unknowingly started.
"We could take turns," she said, her voice scarcely louder than a
murmur, "take turns doing it to each other."
It was at that moment that she saw it. Her dark eyes drank in the
throbbing bulge at his crotch revealing his desire for her. She reached
out to him, her tiny hand trembling slightly as she rested it,
momentarily on his bare knee, then dragged her fingers with a
slithering motion up the inside of his thigh, feather-touching his
hardened prick. As she withdrew her hand his cock jerked up hard, and
he could feel the moistness at the tip of it. She smiled up into his
eyes, laying her hand gently on his huge bicep, she squeezed,
meaningfully and finished.
"Do you know what I mean?"
"I get the picture," he said, "are you sure?"
"Well, it's the only thing we can do here in this little space," she
said blushing thinking she had already been too bold.
"You don't have to do it, Sally," he started to say surprised that she
would initiate such a thing. His own wife Alyce would never in a
million years entertain such an idea.
"I want to. We can do it right now."
"We could go out tonight and find somewhere," he suggested hopefully.
She reflected for a moment. "I don't know. David will be home. But
maybe we could come back here."
"Super." he said. "The courts close at ten, I've got a key. "I'll meet
you back here."
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the lounge of
the tennis club would be the perfect place. He wondered that he had not
thought of it before this.
Again, he took her in his muscular tanned arms and kissed her with
passionate abandon. She stopped him momentarily, her dark eyes smoky
and lust glazed, as she lifted her hips, raised her tennis dress high
and reaching down, slid her panties down over her swelling thighs,
exposing the olive-toned nakedness of her buttocks to him; then she
slid down into the seat moving her pelvis up and forward.
Unerringly, Eddie's big hand went down between her legs to her pubic
mound, the black, curling hair tingling in his palm. As his finger
found the erect bud of her clitoris, she moaned with sensual pleasure,
her hips beginning to rotate sensuously and snake-like up against his
hand.
He put his arm behind her and levered her forward while he unzipped the
back of her white tennis dress. Inserting his arm inside the dress, he
put his arm around her and captured a full naked breast in his hand.
She leaned back against him as he began to massage the smooth flesh
mounding under his fingers grasping the nipple between thumb and
forefinger, he urged it to stiff erectness.
"God," she murmured, "your hands are doing wonderful thing to my body."
"Ohhhhhhhh, baby ..." he mumbled.
Now, the moistness of her furrow told him she was stimulated, ready,
and he inserted two fingers in her cunt, moving them in slowly,
spreading her to receive them, feeling the soft resiliency of the inner
lining of her vaginal walls. He leaned over and kissed her, thrusting
his tongue into her throat, stiffly. She took it, sucked it deeply into
her mouth, making tiny mewling sounds in her throat.
Abruptly, she broke away from him, looking up into his face with half-
closed, glazing eyes. She reached out to him, placing her hand behind
his heavily muscled neck and gently drew his head downward to her
loins. Her silent but eloquent message sent a thrill through him,
spearing into his loins and making his cock pulsate, jerkingly, inside
his pants. He was aware of a good deal of moisture on the head of his
prick and that it was soaking through the cloth of his trousers.
The tanned tennis pro removed his arm from around her, inside her
tennis dress, and she leaned far back into the corner of the seat,
spreading her legs widely for him, as his great head was lowered to her
soft, darkly, hair-lined pussy.
His tongue slid out to her, touching her pulsating clitoris, the damp
warmth of the quiveringly erect mystery of her driving him on. He made
circles with his tongue, feeling it grow even more erect, pulsing under
his lips.
Then, more maddeningly for her, he began stroking up and down on the
short length of her clitoral bud, as her hips ground in circles
thrusting up into his face with urgent demands.
The pungent taste of her spurred him onward. He took the bud in his
lips, drawing the erectile tissue into his mouth to suck upon it. Then,
he bared his teeth and gave the tiny nipple of her cunt a gentle little
nip.
Sally almost exploded under him, as she groaned out her pleasure.
"My god ... oooooooooooohhhhh!" he heard her moan as his tongue moved
on her like lightning, igniting lascivious fires of passion deep within
her hungering loins.
Eddie strained forward in the confines of the car, reaching out with
his tongue to probe into the narrow slit of her pussy. His tongue went
into her, and he began to move it in and out, flicking it from his
mouth to the rhythm she had already set in her wildly gyrating pelvis.
Sally began to move faster. He went back to her clitoris and licked
her, furiously, as she arched up at him off the seat of the Porsche
grinding her open cunt with wild abandon into his face.
Moving up and down her furrow, she felt his tongue, alive on her,
lashing at her clitoris, accelerating her on, moving her upward, where
she soared with ecstasy of her passion to the heights, and there was a
great rushing, whistling wind in her ears, as great, explosive spasms
of orgasmic relief wracked her body. She gasped and moaned out her
delight, wanting him to go on and on.
"Eddie ... my god ... faster ... keep on harder ... oh eat me ... I'm
... aaaaaahhhhhhh ... going to ... ccoccuuuuurnmmmmmmmmm ...
oooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... I'm there ... I'm cuuuuummmiiinnnngggg!"
The small brunette's body arched off the seat in a final spasm of
climax and collapsed in final release as wave after wave of relaxing
euphoria overcame her.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ... ooooohhhhh ... thank you ... it was ... wonderful!"
she said, as she ran her fingers languidly through his short bristly
hair.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in the bucket seat of the tiny
foreign car savoring the warmth of her sensations. Eddie's head was in
her lap, her naked thighs and buttocks exposed, and he gently rubbed
his hand along the silky smoothness of her, waiting for her, allowing
her to luxuriate for a few moments ... until she would be ready to
manipulate him to sexual release.
Finally, she stirred after a few moments, and Eddie raised himself to a
sitting position. Her delicate hand reached out to his zippered fly. He
heard the metallic whisper of it as she opened his trousers, dipped in
a cool hand and liberated his throbbing penis, bringing it out into the
car with them.
Sally Dunn leaned over him, slithering her body around in the seat
until her head was directly over his cock. With one hand she grasped
the shaft of it, her hand barely able to wrap completely around its
circumference.
Slowly, she pulled the foreskin back to reveal the purplish red cowl of
the glans from which a trickle of the viscous preparatory juices ran.
She scratched her fingernails lightly over the length of it, as the
great rod strained upward, pointing at her, and Eddie could feel the
hot moistness of her breath flowing over the smooth rubbery head.
Alyce! Suddenly his wife's name popped into his over-stimulated brain.
Jesus Christ! What am I doing? I've only been married a couple of
months and already I'm picking up other women. I have no right to do
this kind of thing even if Alyce did put me off ... I must be flipping
my cookies to be eating some woman's cunt in broad daylight out here
behind the tennis club. If Clay Marsdale or any of the other directors
caught me it could mean my job!
The guilt stricken husband swallowed deeply; his decision was actually
made for him. He was too far along, and there was no stopping, now. He
trembled with an emotion he had never before experienced. This was new
to him, even though he knew what was coming, he didn't know what to
expect from it, until he felt her lips encircle the entire head of his
cock, absorbing it into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. The
keening sensation knifed through him, his whole body vibrating with the
lewd sensuality of it. Her warm, moist mouth on the sensitive, pulsing
head of his prick was like nothing he had ever imagined.
Then he thought he would die! She began to suck on his cock with
tantalizingly rhythmic movements, her tongue moving in swirls around
the head of it while her head began a slow up and down bobbing with a
slight twist on each up stroke.
Eddie looked down to watch her, and the sensations she was producing in
him were trebled as he saw how much of his hard fleshy rod of dangerous
aroused meat she was taking into her delicately modeled mouth. She was
moaning softly and taking almost all of his massive cudgel into her
oral cavity, as her head bobbed sensuously up and down over his hairy
loins. He began to move his hips in instinctive opposition to her and
was further amazed when all of his lust-hardened cock seemed to
disappear into her ovalled lips.
Now, using her teeth, she began to suck harder allowing them to scrape
along the length of his hardened flesh, leaving white marks in the skin
where she bit into it with gentle nips.
Her tongue was alive and busy in her mouth; its nerve-tingling lick on
the outstroke was making the head of his member throb and jerk,
signaling him of his rising passion. It felt like an urge to relieve
himself but the damming action of the tumescent flesh held the seminal
flow in check until it would be time. He could feel the beginnings of
it deep in his loins, his testicles drawn up below ready to discharge
their waiting load of semen.
Tenderly, reaching out a hand to her, he tangled his fingers in her
hair, feeling that he should help her to set the pace. He watched,
fascinated, as he saw the flesh of her lips being pulled in and out,
and he marveled at her technique, her sexual knowledge, knowing
instinctively that she had performed this sex act before, probably with
her own husband David Dunn.
Beginning to get more desperate now, he began to move more rapidly,
jerking his hips up into her face, ramming his member without mercy
into her mouth, as he felt the surge within him and his cock seemed to
grow even larger in her mouth. She kept pace with him, never missing a
beat.
The tennis pro knew he was near the zenith now. He could feel the
dammed up pressure of it beginning to reach the point of no return and
suddenly the walls of the dam were down!
Breathlessly, he gasped, "Sally ... sweet Jesus, baby ... I'm nearly
there ..."
The spewing semen came in a rush, jetting into her mouth in great
spurts of viscuous, white jets of thickly hot fluid. She swallowed and
kept swallowing, as wave after wave of it was sucked from him.
"Shit! Oh Jesus! I'm summing! Don't stop ... don't stop sucking my
cock!" he gasped out at her, ramming her head down farther onto his
jerking prick, his hips bucking up at her wildly.
Happily she went on sucking, her lips hollowing in and out, as he
continued spewing his load into her mouth, his rod plunging up at her,
mercilessly, its entire length buried in her throat. He felt as though
he had been turned inside out, the drawing sensations seeming to start
in his bowels.
Then, as his prick continued with smaller and smaller pumping spasms,
she went on, gently, nibbling and licking the last drops of the white
liquid sperm from his moisture glistening maleness.
The handsome tennis pro groaned out his satisfaction leaning back into
the car seat, his eyes closed, as he savored the effects of his orgasm.
Gradually, his member began to deflate in her mouth, its tumescence
beginning to make it flaccid and limber, again.
So rapt in their lewd activities were the two adulterous companions
that they did not notice the hasty retreat of a man in tennis whites.
The man had been taking the video tape equipment back to the court
where he taped the progress of the players and then played it back for
them so that they could instantly review their errors. He hadn't
expected this unexpected bonus. His video camcorder had been able to
zero in on the erotic scene.
Sally Dunn released his slowly deflating prick, allowing it to pull
from her mouth, as she rolled her head to one side of his knees. She
continued to look at it in fascination, almost hypnotized by the
deflating action. Finally, she looked up at Eddie, emitting a sigh and
raising her lips to him for a kiss.
Eddie took her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, inserting
his tongue to taste the essence of his own cum still remaining somewhat
pungent in her mouth.
It was she that broke the kiss. "Did you like me sucking your cock?"
"Ohhhhhhh, baby ... super ... out of this world!"
"Just wait until later," she promised.
"Wait ... my balls will be in a knot all day, Mrs. Sally Dunn!"
Chapter 2
Alyce's smooth, long-legged tanned beauty topped by her upswept golden
sun-streaked hair was reflected back to her in the bathroom mirror as
she stepped gingerly from the tiled shower on to the fluffy bath mat.
Vigorously, she toweled herself dry, being especially careful of the
upthrusting mounds of her breasts; they were rather tender to the touch
and in particular the darker pink of the nipples, standing erect now
from the stimulation of the terry toweling. She looked into the mirror
with intense inspection.
The young blonde wife surveyed her body minutely as she catalogued the
areas where she could still feel the imprint of Eddie's strong hands.
She examined the creamy, lustrous skin of the generous hemispheres of
both breasts. She felt almost disappointed that there were no marks
because they would have been proof to her what an absolute sexual beast
her husband was.
Running her hands over her body, she winced with disgust as she became
aware of tender places on her curving thighs and rounded buttocks.
Then, her hands found the silky triangle of her womanhood, moving,
gently, over the private parts of her, there exploring any damage he
might have done. With both hands now, she spread the lips to determine
the extent of the havoc her lust-maddened husband had played upon her
genitals during his desperate attempt at a "nooner." She ran a finger,
cautiously, into the slit and around the vaginal opening; the raw,
exposed nerve endings signaled, their tender state.
She moved onward, upward to the clitoral bud, instantly feeling the
electric tingle of sensual pleasure as she touched it. She did not
dwell there. The thought the very idea that she might generate in
herself a towering, sexual climax ran counter to every fiber of her
conscious being.
Every time I've felt like doing it to myself, there it is. It's in my
brain yelling loudly. It's a sin an the eyes of God. Don't do it. Maybe
that's the reason I can't be the kind of woman Eddie wants me to be. I
even try to stop him from touching me there. But, Lord, how I've
desired him to do it anyway.
Even in the privacy of her own bathroom, she felt the flush spreading
in her cheeks as the thought of the pleasure she had received, on those
few times, when Eddie had stroked her clitoris to hard erectness,
bringing her a feeling of indecent shame.
Alyce was trying desperately to rationalize her conditioning. Life in
Salt Lake City with her strict Mormon upbringing gave the young woman
little chance to think for herself. The strict religious community of
which her family played a leading role gave her little chance to do
anything without the watchdog eyes of everyone upon her. Always present
and in the forefront was the consideration of what other people thought
... about what you did, or didn't do. Her church life had been her
entire life and even though she did not have a religious nature her
conditioning had imposed one on her. And now even though she was almost two
thousand miles away from Salt Lake she still felt like the eyes of
the Elders of the church were on her. Judging. Judging. Her body had
escaped the physical restraints of the place, but her mind was still
bound, an unwilling prisoner of her past.
She dressed quickly, covering her body, blotting out its demanding
sensuality from herself. In the face of the growing awareness of her
need ... a desire for sexual fulfillment, she could not trust herself;
her beautiful young body reflected in the mirror screamed for it, and
she was frightened. The naughty part of her mind knew that she only had
to reach her hand out to herself to gain a pleasurable release but her
reasoning conditioned mind rejected it, completely.
The young wife glanced at the clock as she finished dressing. She
noticed that it was almost three o'clock. Three. Already. Oh God, she
thought. I was supposed to go over to Nina Marsdale's for drinks this
afternoon. This was the day she'd been invited by Mrs. Marsdale, wife
of the director of the Marina Tennis Clinic to socialize with some of
the other women associated with the club and she was rather pleased
about it.
Quickly, she dabbed some perfume behind her ears and frantically raced
around looking for her car keys. At last she found them and was on her
way. She arrived a little late but hoped that Mrs. Marsdale was
sufficiently flexible to tolerate tardiness.
Nina Marsdale stood framed in the doorway in answer to the doorbell, a
radiant smile on her lips, her beautiful, oriental eyes accented,
tastefully, dominated a doll-like face. The Chinese woman was much
shorter than Alyce, perfectly proportioned and she stood with the
animal grace of the exotic dancer she was before marrying Clay
Marsdale. She moved toward Alyce to an inner rhythm of her own, her
body under complete control, projecting an image of the completely
realized woman, fulfilled, self-confident and madly in love with life.
She spoke with a warm, throaty, softly modulated voice, her slight
Oriental accent charming but her English was cultured and correct.
"Oh Alyce, you look lovely today. You really have a great tan ... come
in."
"Thank you, Nina," Alyce said following her in.
Nina steered her expertly among the women gathered in small groups,
introducing her graciously to those whom she did not know; finally
leaving her over at the bar where a bartender was taking drink orders.
The chatter and gossip of the women was really juicy and she was soon
caught up in it, listening to them, as they wittily tore to shreds all
their friends who were not there. Feeling too new to the group, and
also not knowing many of the people, Alyce contented herself with only
a few nods or interjections.
Gradually, the women began to filter out of the Marsdale's residence
back to their homes as it was nearing the dinner hour.
"Why don't you stay and have another drink?" Nina invited.
Although liquor had been a strict taboo in the Mormon religion Alyce
had rather turned her back on the church now to some extent and did
have a social drink now and again more out of politeness than any great
desire for its effects.
"Yes, all right, but only a small one," Alyce accepted.
Nina poured from a chilled pitcher, the clear liquid cascading into the
stemmed glasses with a refreshing fragrance.
Alyce knew that she was able to cope very well on one martini but
against her better judgment and Nina's insistent urging finally
breaking her resistance, she accepted a second.
The young blonde wife found that the Oriental beauty was a wonderful
listener, as the alcohol loosened her inhibited feeling and she began
to pour out her soul to the older woman. Nina listened with sympathy
while Alyce told of her fears and frustrations concerning her sex life
with Eddie since their recent wedding.
"My poor, poor, darling," Nina said with some animation. "You haven't
yet learned that sex isn't a one-way street. You are every bit as
entitled to fulfillment from it as Eddie. You have to make your demands
known to your husband or otherwise he can't know what turns you on.
You'll want to indulge yourself magically in anything that will bring
you to full orgasm."
The Oriental woman's eyes were bright, excited and she warmed to her
topic, as Alyce made objections, saying, "But, Nina, some of the things
he wants me to do are filthy, perverted, and unnatural. I'm perfectly
willing to do the regular stuff, but this other ..."
"Alyce! Good Lord! I'm really astonished that you don't know that these
things are a part of most married couples life. Believe me, there's
nothing wrong with them, as long as you both end up having a genuine
sexual experience. Clay and I constantly experiment with new things
just to find ways of equally fulfilling each other."
The conversation went on longer than Alyce had anticipated. Nina got
very graphic explaining, naming and describing in detail various
positions and techniques for erotic gratification and she felt her
cheeks flame as the list grew. It seemed to her that each new category
was more depraved than the last, until, finally, her mind was in a
whirl, not only from the effects of the alcohol, but also, from the
sheer effort of trying to understand Nina's dissertation and her
liberal attitudes toward them .
Finally, in desperate embarrassment, Alyce pleaded a headache and the
lateness of the hour, reminding Mrs. Marsdale that she would have to go
home as Eddie would soon be home.
Nina had finished her third martini on top of what she had consumed
before but Alyce had had the good sense to limit herself to two of the
potent drinks. As it was, the Chinese woman was beginning to slur her
words, and her genteel vocabulary became salted with more than a few
lewd references.
Gradually, Alyce began to see another side of Nina Marsdale. It was the
shocking realization that the woman underneath the sophisticated veneer
was somewhat lewd, salacious, sometimes vulgar, but not, she conceded,
coarse. Vaguely, she began to wonder what the other woman's background
might be, and how it was that she was married to the fabulously wealthy
Clay Marsdale. It would be very interesting to know these things, she
thought.
Holding the door for Alyce as she left, Nina's face was flushed
slightly and her speech was a slight bit slurred. She extended an
invitation to Alyce but this one included her husband, Eddie.
"We'll have to get that handsome husband of yours off the tennis courts
and have you and him over some night. We'll play some new games. I get
so tired of tennis, tennis, tennis. Clay lives, eats and sleeps tennis
with very few digressions."
"That would be nice, Nina," Alyce assured her. "Just name the day. I'm
sure Eddie would be pleased to accept, too."
"Perhaps we can play a little game of charades demonstrating the ways
of sex, huh?"
Alyce didn't reply. She walked out to her car feeling more than a
little bit confused, her head in a whirl and a welter of conflicting
thoughts rushing, madly, through her mind.
Did I understand correctly what Nina meant by that last remark? I find
it hard to believe that Nina would say those things? Why they're
terribly lewd. I don't usually even think about such things. All that
disgusting stuff that Eddie's always wanting me to do to him or that he
wants to do to me. I don't care what anyone says. They're sinful and
perverted. But Nina says that most people do those things and really
enjoy them. And, she even seemed to be hinting that I could enjoy them
too. it's just all too confusing for me. What does it have to be so
filthy?
Eddie was already preparing dinner when Alyce came in. She tried to
bring up the noon-time fiasco thinking that if they talked about it, it
wouldn't be such a huge problem. But, to her complete amazement,
instead of being furious, he just brushed it aside with an apparent
lack of concern.
"It's no big deal, Alyce. We'll get it together, yet," he told her,
hardly looking at her.
The young wife began to look forward to their evening together, vowing
to herself that she would try to be more responsive in bed with Eddie.
Nina's little talk this afternoon had had some effect after all and she
was really secretly hoping that she would have a second chance to prove
that she was a sexually exciting woman. Maybe, she'd even consent
tonight to trying out one of those wildly unnatural positions that her
new Oriental friend had described to her in detail.
For some reason, though, tonight, Eddie seemed very distracted and she
couldn't figure out why since he'd said that he wasn't annoyed about
the noon-time affair. What could it be?
The blonde newlywed was hoping that her opportunity for a truly
fulfilling night with her husband would come to pass this very evening.
But, her hopes were short-lived, when after reading some Tennis News
magazine and quickly flipping through the regular newspaper, he
announced that he was giving a make-up lesson for two men on backhands
and was probably going out later with them for a drink.
Eddie called over his shoulder as he left the house, "don't wait up for
me, Alyce, sometimes I get so involved I forget the time."
Chapter 3
Clay Marsdale arrived home after just having beaten the pants off one
of his new pros. The competitive older man was ecstatic when he could
still slaughter a much younger man on the courts. He'd done everything
else now in life and tennis had become his passion. He parked his
Mercedes in the large garage and went directly to his screening room.
Clay was a gadget fanatic and his newest craze was having all matter of
video equipment. He had a screening room size video screen and his
camcorder was used for more than just playing back the mistakes of
tennis students at the clinic.
Anxiously, he took the cartridge out and put it in the machine and with
a couple of adjustments the image slowly materialized on the giant
screen. There was a knock on the door.
"Clay, darling, are you here?" Nina asked softly.
"Yes, baby, hang on for a second."
The tape was wound into the machine now and the figures were clearly
visible and identifiable. He opened the door to admit his wife.
Nina was carrying a shaker of martinis and two glasses. Clay gratefully
accepted one from her and kissed his wife full on the lips. He could
smell the alcohol on her breath and he knew that she had quite a
headstart on him.
"Just what the doctor ordered," he said looking over her trim figure.
She was clad in a pair of french cut beige gabardine pants and a pure
silk beige silk shirt tied under her breasts and left unbuttoned
sufficiently to reveal the cleavage fully exposed and the upper
surfaces of her upthrusting breasts swelling out provocatively. There
was no underwear line visible under the blouse or the slacks.
The wealthy man sipped appreciatively at the martini, as he gazed at
his exotic wife, a slightly suggestive leer beginning to form around
his mouth .
"Dry enough for you, darling?" she asked.
"Terrific, just like you." He reached out a hand to her and cupped a
breast in his strong fingers. It was as he had hoped. She was not
wearing a bra under her shirt. He felt the beginnings of arousal.
"Did you miss your little wife, Clay?" She pulled away from him and
modeled the outfit she was wearing, striking an obscene pose at the end
of the demonstration, her hips pulled forward, her arms back, causing
her breasts to strain for release from her blouse. Then she undulated
her hips, sensually, suggestively, performing a sexually exciting dance
just for him.
"Did I ...? Christ, do you want me to fuck you right here in the
screening room?" His eyes were glazing over with lust.
"Actually I prefer the bearskin in the living room ... but I'm not
particular, darling," she teased.
Nina took a sip from her martini and suddenly she noticed that there
was something on the screen. "Well, Fellini, what do we have here?" she
asked him.
"Oh, these are my new stars," he said. "You know how I like my little
cinema verite."
Nina laughed and walked closer to the giant screen. "Why, Clay this is
really exceptional. Who's the woman?"
"She's working part-time in the pro shop. She's David Dunn's wife. Her
name's Sally. Sweet little Sally."
"Sally the sweet little cocksucker," Nina corrected and just look at
that hunk of meat she's got in her mouth. Isn't that Eddie Frampton
she's sucking off?" she asked a salacious grin curling around the
comers of her lips.
"That's him. The whole package."
Nina continued watching the action on the screen. "Baby, is he hung, to
say the least."
Clay Marsdale looked at his wife, shrewdly. "You like that piece of
meat, huh, baby?"
"And how. I'm getting wet just looking at it," the Oriental woman said
lewdly.
"I thought you would," he said very sure of himself. "How'd you like to
sample it?"
"No samples. I want the full meal!" she exclaimed .
"All right, my darling, he's all yours. I'm going to have them over
Saturday night for cocktails."
Nina was not at all surprised. "Them?" she asked. "You're not going to
invite them?"
"Of course, them. it's a package deal, darling. I don't want one
without the other."
"You don't know her too well, do you?" Nina asked her voice pointedly
sarcastic.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We had a little talk this afternoon and apparently little Ms. Mary
Mormon thinks fucking is disgusting or against nature or something.
She's really a goddamn little prude. Getting her to swap, Clay, is
going to be a major undertaking."
"I dare say I can warm her up a little. I probably have a lot more
experience than that stud husband of hers."
"I'm sure you can, dear," Nina said distractedly. "I'm going to make
another shaker of martinis and then I want to see what a stud I'm
married to. Don't go away, lover." Nina left the screening room
swishing her hips at him, provocatively.
He gave her a playful slap on the ass, grabbing at the firm flesh for
good measure. "Oh, does my little wife, want to indulge in unnatural
behavior this evening?"
"Bet your ass, I do," she said closing the door.
Clay waited a few minutes and when Nina didn't return he knew that she
was probably playing one of her little games where she wanted him to go
in search of her.
The wealthy husband chuckled to himself. This is what kept life
interesting, exciting and adventurous. He never knew where Nina would
choose to have their little sexual bouts. Clay had had hundreds of
women in his lifetime but had always become bored after a while with
each but with Nina there was no possibility of boredom. It was almost
as if the Oriental woman had been schooled in the ways of delighting a
man and indeed she had in her native Taiwan.
Clay eagerly began walking from room to room in the well-equipped
mansion. At last, he heard music in the large room where they usually
entertained. The room was done in Italian provincial and as he entered
he saw the lights had been dimmed and at first he didn't see his small
wife. Usually they chose to hear classical music in this room because
it seemed to go with the mood and decoration of the room but tonight
Nina had put on a grinding disco record and when he caught sight of her
his heart began to beat harder.
In the middle of the room was an imported Italian marble fountain
around which were placed statues caned by a master carver from
Florence. The statues were in the style of the "David" and all the
genitals were executed to scale. Nina was entwined with the white
marble statue and she was doing a quick bumping dance, rubbing her
female loins, obscenely, against the cold lifelike genitals of the
statue.
"So, you're two-timing me, again!" he said jovially.
"The martini shaker is on the table. Pour them will you darling?" she
asked her voice low and throaty.
He went over and poured the fresh drinks, taking a seat to watch his
wife's lewd entertainment.
>From experience she knew that she had his full attention now and
suddenly she leaped on top of their heavy glass coffee table where she
threw herself with abandon into a wild lewdly exciting dance, her hips
moving in circles and the muscles of her belly rippling and undulating
in time to the driving disco beat.
Marsdale watched his tiny Oriental wife with fascination. She was a
superb dancer and he marveled at her muscular control, the sensuousness
of her movements and her projected sexuality that never failed to
arouse him. She had kept up with her dancing even after their marriage.
He felt the familiar crawling, tensing sensation in his scrotum and the
rush of throbbingly hot blood into his penis, as it began to rise to
erection under his tennis gear that he had not changed yet since his
arrival home. He wanted to rip off his sports clothes, grab her and lay
her on the glass coffee table, but he had found long ago that it was
better to play her game.
When she was ready she would let him know. He must wait for her, and he
had learned to wait, to reap the benefits of the waiting in heightened
enjoyment for both of them.
She ended her dance and Nina Marsdale slid lithely from the glass
topped table, casting about an eye for her drink. And then she came to
him. Insinuating her narrow hips between his legs, she put her arms
around his neck and kissed him, long, hard and deep, using her tongue
to probe and titillate. After some moments, she broke the hiss and
trailed her tongue across his jowls to his ear. Her tongue lashed out,
the tip of it drilling into his ear and running in little circles
around it.
She whispered, "My darling, Clay."
The older man set his drink down on the bar and reached for her,
grabbing a churning buttock in each hand, he pulled, roughly, to his
hardening prick, letting her feel the warmth and stiffness of him.
"Jesus Christ! Nina, you're hotter than a Taiwan firecracker tonight. I
can't wait!"
Nina twisted from his grasp and twirled across the floor to a new
record from the stereo; then, as she came back to the glass table, she
continued her dance for a few moments, before sinking slowly to her
knees; finally, she lay prone, posing prettily, upon the glass table
top with the inlaid Italian mirrors around it.
"Pass me my drink, Clay, darling, I'm starting to fade."
He handed her the martini. She sipped from it, her lovely slanted eyes
smoldering, smokily, at him over the brim of the small glass. She
smiled an inscrutable little smile at him.
"What are you waiting for husband, dear?"
With a little smile she rolled to her stomach on the mirrored table,
sipping again from her martini.
Clay drained his glass and set it down on the bar. He came off his seat
and he came to her running a hand along the smooth contours of her back
and bottom. His cock was rock hard, throbbingly alert and ready, and he
tried to slip his hand under the waistband of her slacks.
"Not so fast, big boy," she said teasingly, as she rolled over onto her
back.
Clay leaned over her and kissed her hard with his lips and tongue,
thrusting deeply into her mouth, sucking the sweet nectar of her. His
hands were busy with the buttons of her silk blouse, and the
magnificent mounds of firm, full flesh came bursting from their
confinement, proudly peaked when he had unbuttoned the last button.
Quickly, he glued his mouth to one nipple, sucking and nipping it to
erection, causing her to moan in throaty pleasure, as he massaged the
other breast with his hand, kneading the silky, smoothness of them and
teasing the pink-hued nipple between his thumb and finger.
At this point, his hand left her breast, and went in search of other
things, down across her belly, smoothing down the swell of her gently
rounded hip and back to the inside of her thigh to the soft, inner
juncture, where he allowed his hand to roam around the fleecy softness
of her gently squirming pubic mound. Then, his hand dipped between her
thighs, as she parted them for him, allowing him full access to the
tight, elastic nether ring of her cunt.
He insinuated his middle finger into the crease, forcing the cloth of
her pants into the moist, vaginal opening.
Clay broke the kiss, went around to the end of the table, grabbed his
wife by the ankles and heaved her toward him until her buttocks were
even with the mirrors of the table. He pulled at her zipper and gave
her slacks a hard yank down over her hips, smoothly, suddenly, exposing
her warm, slightly throbbing cunt to him, its darkly hair-lined slit
staring up at him with moist, viscous droplets of libidinous liquid
glistening along the furrow.
Marsdale's head came down, and he clamped his lips to her cunt, his
tongue coming out to find the warm lips of her womanhood, as Nina
moaned in ecstatic pleasure above him. He probed into the vaginal
canal, tasting the pungency of her, and the moisture of his mouth
mingled with the love droplets she emitted there.
The sensations he generated in her loins raced through her like heat
lightning. His tongue seared her with its snake-like searchings, and
she moved her pelvis upward to his face, draping her legs over his
shoulders to afford her more comfort and her husband easier access to
the searing seat of her passion.
Clay licked and sucked, his tongue lashing up and down the slit, making
plunging forays into the moist channel; finally, discovering the
clitoris rising from its soft, hair-lined slit, erupting into hardened
erection, pulsating warmly as his tongue circled it, tantalizing it,
urging it on to even greater sensation producing, nerve-tingling
sexuality.
She reached for his head, grasping the short, bristly scruff and pulled
him in closer to her moving her hips in circles under his insistent
mouth and tongue, opening her thighs to him, wantonly, invitingly,
urging him on to greater enhancement and the more inventive
manipulations of his tongue in her cunt.
The husband of the Oriental beauty had just begun to think that he
could wait no longer to bury his throbbing cock in her, when he felt
her move under him, trying to sit up, as she pushed his head away from
her.
She hissed at him, the words coming as naturally to her as the act
itself. "Come on Clay. Fuck me now. Shove your fat cock in my cunt and
make me scream! Now!"
In a moment he had flung off his tennis whites as she reached down to
him, taking his huge cock in her hands, retracting the foreskin
smoothly and guiding the red, hooked knob of it to the cunt lips below,
and he came into her with a rush, the head entering her vaginal hole
with a wetly sliding action, the thick shaft being absorbed entirely,
as he thrust up into her with an animal-like lunge.
."Babeeeeeeeeeeee ... babeeeeeeeeeeee!" she groaned as his great cannon was
buried in her soft femaleness, the hardness of it ramming into her, deeply
to the very core of her existence.
The moist jungle heat of her captured him, enveloped him, as he went
into her, the exquisite folds of her cuntal channel clamping around him
and he could feel the inner muscles of her vagina caressing his prick,
milking it, the sensations torturing him, as he held the length of it
in her, not moving yet and his whole being was there in his cock,
inside her soft, smooth-walled passage.
Clay began to fuck into her with short, quick thrusts, upward into her
pussy, standing there, between her legs, using the strength of his back
and powerful legs to ram his huge member home into her tender and
softly clasping cunt.
"Harder! Clay, do it faster, harder, deeper. Fuck me and make me feel
it!" she gasped out to him.
His huge, blood-engorged member began to drive deeper and longer into
her, its breadth pulling the soft, ragged edge of her furrow out with
it on each outstroke, revealing the moist, pink lining of her pussy;
then, on the plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back into her
again.
The tiny Oriental wife could feel the giant staff of him rampaging into
her generating her desire, and she could not get enough of him, as she
incessantly urged him on with groans of pleasure, interspersed with her
specific groaned out demands. Sometimes she chanted in rhythm of their
thrashing bodies, her pelvis moving in opposition to him, wildly, in
uncontrolled passion .
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder," she screamed in a frantic
need to be stuffed to the hilt with his cock.
Marsdale ground into his tiny wife, flexing his knees to gain more
leverage and strength, as her buttocks squirmed, uncontrollably on the
glass-topped table, reflecting her tiny puckered asshole back at him,
her pelvis arching upward to take all of this thick cock into her.
"Cock! Cock! More cock!" she began to chant.
Then she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of delayed
orgasm, as his giant cudgel pounded straight into her. Finally, she
realized-that they needed to be in a different position, so that he
could get all of his length into her. She needed it to be deep, hard
and punishing to bring her to the climax she so desired for future
sanity.
Nina moaned in frustration, "Get on top of me on the table. I can't get
enough of your cock," she demanded.
Her husband clambered to the cold glass table top and went straight
into her again as she pulled her legs up, flexing them up to her chest,
her breasts being smashed flat, when he came down on her, pinning her
to the mirrored table like a butterfly specimen. He rammed his great
prick all the way home in her cunt, his balls slapping against the tiny
brown ring of her anus below.
"Clay! I can't cum like this! Shove your finger in my asshole. Make me
cum, darling! Oh hurry! I want you in my asshole, too! Hurry, my
darling! Fill me!"
Her husband became all the more inflamed as she kept asking him, urging
him and demanding of him, rising to meeting his pistoning cock in her
loins. He reached under her, watching the reflection of him lifting her
buttocks, easily, driving his prick rhythmically into the moistness of
her ever-demanding cunt. He located the crevice of her ass in the
mirror and stretched it wide with his hands, searching for that softly
pliant nether ring.
Now, he located it with his middle finger and lewdly slipped the tip of
it into her wildly flexing rectum, working it in, gradually, until he
felt the muscle ring give a little. He pushed harder and the elastic
flesh of her anus relaxed, his finger going in to the first knuckle. He
felt the shock of it in her body as she recoiled instinctively,
screwing her buttocks down and back, away from that punishing digit
penetrating into her tight asshole.
"Come on, Clay. Push it in all the way! Right up my ass!" she screamed.
Obediently, he jabbed his finger into her, all the way to the palm of
his hand, reaching up into the sponginess of her rectum, burying it in
her without mercy.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! It hurts! Aaaaahhh! Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh! I luv it!
Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screeched.
The compactly built Oriental wife screwed her ass back against his
finger, and he moved it in her, twirling it around in the flesh depths
of her back passage. He could feel his prick through the thin wall of
tissue separating her vagina from her anal passage as his fat, hardened
rod of flesh moved in and out of her. Now, he began to move his finger
in time to his cock, skewering her with both punishing instruments,
reveling in the ecstasy of the dual ravishment.
Nina mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with passion, the sounds
coming from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of
pleasure as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her cunt and wildly
clenching tiny asshole simultaneously .
Clay knew that she was nearing her climax, as she continued to mouth
obscenities, driving him onward to greater effort, his own passion
rising and spiraling toward the summit and a final thrusting, jabbing,
spewing ejaculation. His cock became even harder and stiffer, growing
to full blood-engorged erection, and he was painfully aware of the
dammed up flood waiting to be released.
She was wild, delirious and uncontrolled as she came nearer and nearer
to her moment, that time of exquisite rapture.
"Oh fuck it! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder ... oh, fuck ...
fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" she chanted in wild abandon, increasing the speed,
demanding her rightfully due orgasm, and she began the rushing,
spiraling, giddy flight to the heights, where she felt as though she
were a parachutist bailing out of a speeding airplane at fifteen
thousand feet, and she was falling free, spinning free in a fall
through space, the earth rushing up to meet her in climax; then gently,
the brightly-hued umbrella of the parachute exploded over her head and
floated her gently back to earth. It was as in a dream that she heard
herself.
"I'm cuuuuuuu mmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnnnn ggggggg ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
hhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As Nina screamed with the pleasure of her orgasm, Clay was spurred on
to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer and harder
and his hardened cock was like a machine, the piston of him moving in
her with short, powerful strokes. He felt the load begin in his balls,
pumping through the length of his penis, spewing in jerking jets of
white viscous sperm far up into her cunt; while the spasms of pleasure
shot through him in mind-shattering, body-reeling waves of sensuality.
His cock continued to jump as he collapsed atop her with a huge groan
of satiation.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "I'm still cumming ... I'm uuuu nnnnn gggg
hhh ... ccc uuuu mmmmm iiii ninnnn ggggggg!"
In a few moments he rolled from atop her, his now flaccid prick pulling
from her with a liquid, sucking sound, trailing a string of semen, as
he crawled lazing from the discomfort of the glass table top where he
had been able to see everything reflected back.
He went over to the bar and poured two fresh martinis, bringing one to
his wife, who, meanwhile had slipped off the table and was now
reclining on the brocaded sofa. A vision of golden Oriental loveliness
against the whiteness of the rich fabric made his cock begin to pound
once more.
As he stretched out beside her, handing her a drink, she said, "You
know I had a long talk with Alyce Frampton this afternoon, dear."
Marsdale was immediately interested. "And what did my nosy little wife
find out?"
Nina inhaled deeply from her cigarette before she answered, "You just
can't credit it, Clay, but that ravishingly beautiful girl has never
had a decent fuck in her life. She doesn't get off on sex at all. I
guess she's only been married a few months but it appears that husband
of hers doesn't know what to do with that big hunk of meat of his."
"Well, I dare say, we can rectify that," he said leeringly, reaching
out for his wife's pubic mound, still moist from the pleasant departure
of a few moments before.
Obscenely, Nina Marsdale opened her thighs wide to his exploring
fingers, at the same time taking a large swallow of her martini.
Then, she said dreamily, "I'd like to teach that husband of hers a few
things... oh, that hunk of meat, Clay! It's too wonderful! Can we go
back and look at that videotape you made?"
"Sure, darling, just promise me you won't leave your old daddy for one
of those newer models."
"Never," she said, giving him a long lingering kiss.
Then, his rummaging fingers had found the bud of her clitoris, and he
pressed the button of her sex, the explosion of sensation in her
causing her to clamp her thighs tightly together, clamping his hand
closely against her, heightening her pleasure. Then, her pelvis began
to move in tiny circles of fully re-awakening desire.
"Oh, Clay, there will never be anyone else like you," she squealed, as
she flung herself atop him, pinning his body to the couch, her lips and
mouth avid upon him.
Chapter 4
Alyce Frampton could not imagine how it was possible that Eddie could
be staying out so late with two men discussing their backhands.
Usually, he shunned going out after hours with his students at the
tennis clinic and this evening it just didn't make any sense that he
would be out past midnight. She tried to wait up for him as she had
read several articles on sexual techniques in marriage and she was
eager to show her husband of three months that she was not an uptight
little prude, but a loving responsive wife, willing to take pleasure
and give pleasure.
Finally, disappointed and worried about the future of her marriage, she
had gone to bed; however, she could not sleep. Her mind churned her
thoughts into a morass of doubts and suspicions that threatened to drag
her into the depths of despair.
The more the young blonde wife tossed and turned and craved for the
dark curtain of sleep to spread across the window of her mind, the more
alert she became. After what seemed like hours, she resorted to her
medicine cabinet's treasures where she took a sleeping pill. Long
before her adulterous husband returned she was dead to the world in her
narcotic induced sleep. Eddie was glad to see that she was asleep and
he did not try to rouse her.
Another young wife, however, had had a much more exciting evening.
Sally Dunn who was in reality "the couple of guys for backhand makeup
lessons and drinks afterwards" had gone to the tennis club at closing
time where she had met Alyce's husband, Eddie. The two adulterers had
coupled almost immediately, frantically, tearing at each other's
clothing, exposing the softness and the hardness of flesh and blending
them quickly in the headlong pursuit of their carnal desires.
The infinite desperation of their later lovemaking left them both
sexually satiated and tingling with delirious mental, emotional and
physical exhaustion. Then they had slept nude upon the sofa in the
lobby of the darkened tennis club, and when they had awakened it was
already two o'clock in the morning.
"Suffering Christ!" he exclaimed, looking at his digital watch. "It's
two o'clock!"
Sally unconcerned crept closer into his arms, snuggling against him and
reaching down between them to caress his flaccid cock, in an attempt to
arouse him once more.
"Kiss me," she murmured low and throaty.
Briefly, Eddie kissed her with cool lips, breaking away before tongues
were entwined to say, "Sally, for God's sake! We've got to get out of
here. What would your husband say and my wife is going to kill me."
Dreamily Sally offered, "Oh, David's not expecting me. He's playing in
that tournament so l told him I was going to stay with my sister. The
time's not important to me."
"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me before," he said in a slightly
irritated fashion. "We could have gone to a motel or something and I
would have made up an excuse for Alyce."
Sally Dunn merely ignored his annoyance. She wasn't interested in a
petty lecture. There was a big cock at her disposal and she wanted more
of it and she would not be detoured from her destination. The pert
brunette rolled over on top of him and ground her pelvis down on him,
forcing his limp prick to lie in the furrow of her cock-hungry,
insatiable cunt while she moved her hips lewdly, demandingly;
meanwhile, using her lips and mouth on his body.
As man of the world he pretended to be, Eddie was not in fact that
knowledgeable when it came to sex. He would not have believed that he
was capable of another sexual bout so soon, but his immense cock began
to engorge with blood, rising jerkingly into the moistness of her well-
educated pussy-lips.
As soon as she felt the first throbbing of his erection, she slid off
him, gripped his big cock in her hands, milking the foreskin back and
sucked him to hardened readiness, flopping to her back to take him into
her with her legs pulled up to her chest and reveling in the gigantic
hunk of pulsating flesh he was sinking into her cunt.
Then, he went into her with a rush with long, slow and deliberate
strokes, his ejaculation and climax delayed, he brought her to orgasm
until finally she was completely spent, satiated from the unending
pleasure of it.
Sally lay on her back, unable to gather the strength to ease him, bring
him completion, and he was frantic, fucking into her unresponding cunt,
unable to cum again he was so uptight.
Pulling out of her, he knelt over her lips, forcing her to take his
aching cock into her mouth. She nibbled on it, finally taking all of
him to suck while he moved his pelvis in a motion over her face,
forcing her to take even more of him on each downstroke, making her gag
as it drove to the back of her throat, her lips turning in as she
absorbed him without complaint; while, on the outstroke, her lips
pulled out, the pink, inner parts of her mouth showing.
It was hard work, but finally the boiling sperm came hosing through the
length of him, spewing the viscous, white semen thickly into her mouth.
She kept swallowing until all of the sticky cum was siphoned from his
jerking cock and was consumed. Then, he rolled heavily to his side and
slept beside her.
The next time they awakened it was 3AM and they dressed themselves
hurriedly in silent exhaustion; both of them totally sexually spent.
Alyce Frampton got up the next day with a sleeping pill hangover and
the fervent hope that her husband would have some explanation for his
errant ways.
No such explanation was forthcoming. Eddie slept until almost noon as
his first group would not start until one o'clock and didn't even so
much as mention the lateness of his arrival home the previous evening.
Alyce tried to be as pleasant as possible under the circumstances but
her husband seemed to be ignoring her.
When finally, he picked up one of his new fiberglass racquets and threw
a white sweater over his shoulders and abstractly waved good-bye
without kissing her, she feared the worst. It was the first time in the
three months since they had been married that he had failed to kiss her
good-bye and to the already fearful, suspicious wife it was almost a
sign that it was all over.
The gnawing question in her mind surfaced suddenly, punching her in the
gut with its intensity. What if Eddie's already found another woman?
Someone to do all those horrible perverted things with ...
Alyce didn't know that she was the third of three wives that evening in
what was turning into a little circle. Unfortunately, she was the only
one out of the three, Nina Marsdale, Sally Dunn had both had a wildly
satisfying bout of sexual ecstasy. Alyce didn't know that she was the
only one hanging out there in sexual frustration she only knew that
something was dreadfully wrong and she wanted the score to change.
Chapter 5
Eddie drove to his afternoon group unable to concentrate on anything
but the memory of the wild night of uninhibited sex with Sally Dunn.
She could still feel her lips around his cock sucking him dry as he
parked his car. She had sucked every last ounce of sperm from his cock
like she was dehydrated in the desert.
Suddenly the woman that he could see in his mind's eye stuck her head
out of the rear of the pro shop and called, "Eddie, you're wanted on
the telephone."
"Okay, Sally, thanks," he called loping across the parking lot to the
telephone in the pro shop.
"Yes," he said into the telephone, "Eddie Frampton here."
"Eddie it's Nina Marsdale. I'd like to have a little talk with you
today. What's your group schedule like today?" "Well, let's see," he
said uncertainly. What the hell did Nina Marsdale want with him? "I
have a group in a couple of minutes at one, and then one at two, and I
think that's it. I should be through here by four at the latest. What
is it?"
"I don't wish to discuss it on the telephone, Eddie. Why don't you meet
me for a drink about four. How about the Carlton Hill Hotel cocktail
lounge?"
The mysterious tone of her voice and the urgency she projected to him,
her words surging through his consciousness, held him absolutely
intrigued .
"Well, all right, Mrs. Marsdale, if it's important, I'll be there.
Carlton Hill at four."
"That's a good little boy!" she said and then she hung up.
"Did I hear correctly?" Eddie asked himself stunned that the wife of
his boss would be so flippant with him.
He didn't have time to dwell on it. He had a group to teach and then
there would be the matter of breaking the news that he wouldn't be home
again this evening to Alyce. Things were certainly getting busy for the
young tennis pro.
Between his next group lessons he called his wife.
"Alyce," he said. "I won't be back for dinner tonight. They're having a
board meeting tonight and deciding whether they can expand the club
facilities and I have to be here. I don't know how late it's going to
be so don't hold dinner and don't wait up for me."
She was instantly suspicious. Two late nights in a row. Just what was
happening with her husband? But the young wife still felt a bit foolish
about thwarting her husband's advances and she didn't want to start a
row so she choked back the angry tirade that threatened to rush forth
from her mouth.
"Okay, Eddie," was all she could manage. "I love you."
"Oh, Alyce, I love you too. Now don't go getting all worked up because
we're separated once in a while. Why don't you call up one of your
friends and go to the movies or something?" he said trying to distract
her from his guilt.
"Maybe I will," she said none too convincingly. "See you later, dear."
For some reason after his last private lesson before his meeting with
Nina Marsdale, Eddie took a long soothing shower and shaved. He patted
on some after shave he kept in his locker and carefully dried his hair.
Now, he was glad that he had as he sat side by side with Nina Marsdale
in a booth in the dimly lit cocktail lounge of the Carlton Hills Hotel.
Eddie decided to have the same drink that Nina ordered, a dry martini,
and over their drinks they sat chatting of trivialities as they became
acquainted with each other.
Eddie was struck by the petite, yet exotic beauty of the woman. There
was the Oriental mystery of her slanted eyes, her jet black hair cut in
a precision style flattering to straight hair, the fashionable fit of
her dress, revealing her petitely perfect body, the vivacity of her
smile, and her animated stimulating conversation. Why had she chosen
this place to talk to him and what was it she wanted to talk to him
about, for she still had not revealed to him an inkling of the nature
of their meeting.
"Eddie," she suddenly became serious, "what are your future plans at
Marina? Do you aim for the board or do you want to be a tennis bum all
your life?"
Wary now and even slightly angry at her boldness, he said, "Are those
loaded questions?" "Well, I haven't told a single soul this, but I
would like to move onto the board. You know I took a degree in business
administration in college and I have worked in public relations before
coming to Marina. I took the job because I couldn't stand sitting at a
desk, nine to five, anymore, but now I'm wondering how long these legs
are going to stand up in say another ten years? I would like a future
with Marina, definitely."
Nina listened attentively, then cut in, "So you do have some ambition?"
"Yes, I suppose so," he said, "don't most of us want to get somewhere
in life."
"And what do you want out of life, Eddie? Surely more than just a
chance at a new position."
"Well, I'd like to have a family. Of course, Alyce and I have only been
married for a couple of months but ..."
"But what ... you're not having such great luck in the sack, is that
it?" she asked dropping the bombshell on all the previously innocuous
conversation.
The handsome tennis pro stared at her open mouthed, not knowing what
this Oriental woman was getting at ... what was she hinting at?
"Why ... Alyce is from a very religious Mormon background and she's a
little uptight, but we're working it out."
"And while you're working it out," she questioned a lewd little smile
playing about her lips, "you've found some new outlets for your sexual
frustration?"
He was really getting hot under the collar now. How dare this woman who
was practically a stranger to him make these insinuations. "Just what
are you driving at Mrs. Marsdale," he asked coldly.
"Don't be coy, stud," she whispered hoarsely, "I saw a little video
tape of you and Sally Dunn with your cock rammed down her throat. Now I
don't know whether you're aware of it up 'til now but at Marina we
usually share and share alike."
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped a scarlet flush creeping up from his neck.
Then he saw the smoky light smoldering in her almond shaped eyes and he
guessed what was going to be her next pitch.
"What do you want with me, Mrs. Marsdale?" he asked already knowing the
answer.
"You, stud," she said, her voice low, throaty, sexy, placing a hand on
his thigh and moving it in small massaging circles inching upward to
his cock.
Eddie's prick was instantly alert, the blood racing to engorge it, his
scrotum tightening below, as her hand caressed him, making him feel
that he was in some kind of weird dream. It couldn't be reality. How
could reality be his boss's wife sitting at a booth in a cocktail
lounge massaging his cock to a throbbing, jerking, almost instantaneous
erection when he hardly knew her?
"Me? Are you sure?" he said stupidly with the excitement rising in him.
"I mean, you're Clay's wife and all ..."
Her eyes rolled upward and she stated coolly. "Clay and I are adults.
He has his affairs and I have mine. The arrangement works out
beautifully."
"But what about the videotape?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it, there's a lot of tape floating around the club
that has nothing to do with poor volleying on the part of the new
students. There are other things to occupy your mind, now."
He reached for her thigh, lying warmly beside his, but she put him off
with a gentle hand.
"Not yet," she warned, her eyes promising him a future with her that
looked very, very rosy. "We can get a room here."
"Okay, let's do it!" he said huskily.
Instantly, they rose, threading their way through the lounge; he
grateful for the subdued lighting, as he walked with his hand in his
pockets, trying to hide the obvious bulge of his hardened erect cock,
inside his pants.
In minutes they had gone through the farce of registration with a
disinterested hotel clerk and found themselves in a rather plush suite.
Eddie was to find this a day of surprises for the Oriental woman went
straight to the telephone and ordered room service to bring up a bottle
and a cocktail shaker. It was obvious to the young man that Nina had
done this kind of thing before.
As she went into the bathroom he watched the ripple of her buttocks
under the tight dress, her thighs clearly outlined under the tight
material, the contour of her body exciting him, and he felt the
familiar surge of blood into his cock. Christ! He'd never had a Chinese
woman before.
He answered the knock on the door and let in the room service clerk who
was wheeling a cart with ice bucket, bottles and glasses. He tipped the
man not daring to look at the bill he had just signed.
Shit! What the fuck am I doing here in this swanky hotel with my boss's
wife? This little setup is going to cost me a week's wages. I'm really
flipping out. First, Sally Dunn and now Nina Marsdale but it's Nina
that can really jeopardize my job even though she was the one that
initiated this whole thing ... And what about Alyce? This is hardly
fair to her. We've only been married for three months, for Christ's
sake and already I'm screwing around on her like mad.
Eddie was so caught up in his guilty thoughts that he had not even
realized that the Oriental woman was back in the living room of the
hotel suite, until her voice came to him from the center of the room.
Apparently, she had taken it upon herself to mix the drinks already and
now she had two glasses in her hands as she moved toward him.
"You didn't have to wait for me. You could have done the drinks," she
said.
Dumbly, he took the glass from her hands. Her words meant nothing to
him. He could only stand and stare at her dumbly.
She was incredibly beautiful. She wore a tightly fitted, floor length,
Oriental costume of white silk brocade, shining dully in the soft glow
from the muted lights of the big room. The dress shimmered and played
over her body as she walked sensuously toward him, and he saw that the
garment was split from floor to waist, exposing and hiding her legs
alternately with each step. There was something forbidden but exciting
about the high, mandarin collar that enfolded her neck, covering her
chastely as indeed, the entire dress did, except for this sleekly trim
legs which were hidden from his view entirely, only when she stopped
before him.
Nina stood, looking up at him, the smokiness in her almond-shaped eyes
revealing her mood. She reached out to put a hand on his athletically
muscular arm.
"Eddie, I'm so glad that you could meet me," she said a trifle
breathlessly.in that sing-song voice of hers.
"So am I, but I'm ... uh ... a little embarrassed about this. I mean
even what you said about Clay and his affairs ... and all ... still ...
"For God's sake, Eddie. Let's get over that shall we. I didn't come up
here to discuss our respective spouses. That would be too dull for
words. Now let's make a little excitement, shall we?" she said after
her eyes glimmering like two hot slits.
"Agreed," he said.
The Chinese woman sank gracefully to the floor pulling the cushions
from the sofa onto the floor to sit on. She arranged herself on the
pillow with her legs tucked underneath and sipped her drink and
motioned for him to sit beside her.
The young tennis pro took a huge swallow from his glass and sat down
awkwardly on the floor. He wondered, as he lowered himself, whether or
not she would have anything on under that fabulous dress she wore.
"What a lovely dress," he said.
"Thank you. I bought it this afternoon when I knew I was going to be
seeing you."
"Oh, Nina," he groaned, "you're fabulous. I want you so much. I can't
help myself."
With that he reached for her and she came eagerly into his arms, her
lips searching for and finding his. Their mouths welded together and
their tongues probed, tasting, savoring and exciting each other. His
big hands explored her small, exquisite body; her curves under the
material of the dress he found unencumbered by other garments. He felt
her breasts, massaged them, feeling their smooth firmness under his
hand and reveling in the feel of them, wanted them free and naked in
his hands now.
Upwardly, his hand slid on her back to her neck, found the zipper,
grasped it and gave a long smooth pull to her waist. She shrugged her
shoulders and the garment fell forward, exposing her whole body to the
navel. He feasted his eyes for a moment upon the golden loveliness of
her.
Instantly, his mouth was on her, kissing and caressing those
magnificent, mounding orbs of her femaleness, as his hands kneaded her,
grasping a nipple and teasing it to erectness in his fingers.
The Oriental beauty lay back upon the cushions forcing him to follow.
With a deft movement she removed the dress from her hips and legs, and
she was completely nude before his lustful gaze, the swell of her hips,
the long tapering legs, those supple dancer's legs, exciting him even
more. His cock jerked inside his trousers, making its bid for freedom.
"Let's get those clothes off of you," she said.
Her small, cool hands were efficient, they moved with sure knowledge on
his body, and he was soon stripped of his clothing, revealing his
manhood, stiffly alert, throbbingly engorged.
"Fantastic!" she said, reaching out to fondle the hardness and length
of him, moving the slack skin, experimentally to expose the blood-red
head; then she lay back, suddenly, pulling him on top of her.
His cock came naturally to rest in the soft, hair-lined furrow of her
cunt as she captured it, forcing the length of him to lie huge and
thick against her, its pressure seeming to arouse her instantly.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Christ, yes!" he gasped, his breath beginning to come heavily,
labored.
"Well tell me, then. Tell me what you want to do!"
"I really want to fuck, Nina," he said, his rough hands digging into
both her breasts, squeezing them through his fingers like they were
bread dough.
"How do you want it? How do you want to fuck me?" she hissed
lasciviously into his ear.
"I want to fuck you so you scream for more!" Eddie vowed with
intensity.
"Yes, baby. Kill me with your big cock! Fuck me hard till I scream!"
she whispered hoarsely.
"Oh, yes, yes, baby, baby," he grunted, trying to recapture her lips.
"You'll do anything I want?" she queried, her eyes closed, breath
coming in little short gasps.
"Anything you want ... anything," Eddie promised.
"Then do it now!" she said, a moan coming deeply from her throat. "Fuck
me! Ram your gigantic piece of meat into my cunt and fuck me like
you've never fucked before! Fuck me now!"
And with that, Nina raised her legs, obscenely flexing them, and
reached down between their loins to grip his huge, blood-engorged prick
in her tiny hand, guiding it expertly between the lips of her warmly
ready pussy, where she moved the knob of it up and down in the moist
furrow, parting the soft, dark hair of the vaginal opening with the
throbbing cudgel and moving the foreskin back and forth several times,
until he felt it grow even harder in her hand. He could wait no more.
Firmly, with demanding pressure, he moved his hips against her. She
felt the strength of him and placed the cowled head of his cock at the
cunt-lipped opening of her, the tip of it resting just inside. She was
ready for him now, and he drove his gargantuan rod of flesh long, deep
and hard into her female softness.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Eddie ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned beneath him
as he felt the vaginal muscles give way with the onslaught and his cock was
in her carnal canal, the warm, elastic, inner lining slipping
wetly along his length, clinging to his hardened flesh, clasping him,
claiming him and absorbing him to the hilt, his testicles swinging
below, slapped against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks, as he
rammed the giant phallus into her throbbing, widesplit cleft without
mercy.
She screamed with the first entry of it, as Eddie struck bottom, his
cock flicking past her cervix. Her hips twisted under him, screwing
them back and down to escape the sudden penetration; but, he thrust all
the harder into her, trying to cram the last bit of his massive prick
up into her soft, pliant pussy.
Momentarily, he stopped, letting her cunt adjust to him, resting on top
of her with his huge, fleshy rod skewering her to the floor. She opened
her eyes wide, smiling smokily up at him now, the feeling of being
stuffed once again with cock pleasing her immensely.
"Oh, you're so huge," she moaned. "I adore it. It's so marvelous to
have a big cock in your cunt!"
Her hips began to move under him, then; first, in tiny circles,
tantalizingly, changing to longer back and forth strokes, screwing her
ass back, forcing withdrawal, only to move forward again, her cunt
sliding and climbing up his giant pole, as she impaled herself fully on
the thick length of him; finally, she moved with wildly gyrating
buttocks, the smoldering sensuality blown to a raging furnace in her
crotch.
The adulterous husband was in a rapture of his own. Eddie felt the fire
of her, the wonderful feeling of her moist, clasping pussy moving
around him driving him wild. He braced himself on his knees and elbows
above her wildly thrashing body, letting her hungry cunt slither itself
up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. A couple of times he
bucked forward on her upstroke, driving the growing head of his member
almost through the back wall of her womb.
Then he began to move with her, grinding his pelvis onto hers, his cock
moving in and out rhythmically, and she strained back at him, finally
matching her movements to his, so that he pistoned her smoothly.
Nina moaned in ecstasy beneath him, welcoming his pounding pelvis,
lifting her ass up to him, arching off the floor to meet him, her legs
opening and closing around his waist, fucking back at his rampaging
prick in the chanting rhythm of sexual surrender.
"Harder ... deeper ... fuck me ... fuck me ... harder ... come on ...
deeper ... get in farther ... farther in my cunt!"
Her words bit into him, driving him on to plunging insanity, as he
fucked into her, ramming and cramming with redoubled effort.
Nina's mouth gaped open and her head flailed from side to side as he
went in deeper, faster, his cock growing each moment, filling her
vaginal tunnel with its rock-hard maleness. He pulled her knees up to
her chest, her crotch exposed, vulnerable, inviting him to plumb her
sexual depths.
"I want more! More cock! Let's do something different!" she gasped.
"Just tell me what you want," he panted.
"Come, my big handsome stud, let me up and I'll teach you a new way to
fuck!" she promised.
He pulled out of her and rolled to his side, as she scrambled lithely
to her knees, kneeling on a soft pillow, presenting her with her
luscious backside, waggling it in his face teasingly. He could see the
slightly spread lips of her softly hair-lined pussy smiling at him, and
above, the tight puckered ring of her asshole was beckoning
lasciviously to him.
Her voice was shaky. "Kneel behind me, Eddie!"
Excitedly, he moved into position, his cock jutting impatiently out
toward the soft, quivering crevice. She reached back between her legs
and grasped his prick, guiding it to her cunt lips where she dipped the
head of it in the moistness of her, lubricating it well; then she moved
the great blood-engorged tip to the entrance of her tiny, brownish-
colored anus, smearing the viscous liquid on that opening to prepare it
for his giant-sized spear's penetration.
"Spread my asscheeks with your hands. I'll guide your cock in my
asshole!" she whispered.
Eddie reached down, grasping a smooth, trembling cheek in each hand and
carefully spread them apart, revealing the vulnerable brown opening of
her tight, flexing anal passage.
"Now, gently, slowly, put it into my asshole," she instructed him with
bated, excited breath.
Softly, with her fingers she pressed the large, smooth head against the
rubber nether ring and he strained, moving slowly and with constant and
increasing force, until with a faint popping noise, the head slipped in
and he could feel the tantalizing, elastic muscles clasping him
strongly, the tight, yet soft, sponginess of her back passage giving
him a series of sensations that he had never before experienced. His
sensitive glans were trapped, almost painfully; then he felt her anus
begin to relax inside.
"Okay! Shove it in all the way!" she hissed at him, lowering her
shoulders to a cushion and swiveling her head to look back at him.
Eddie flexed his pelvis and shoved harder, the length and breadth of
his cock disappearing completely inside. Instinctively he paused not
moving to allow time for her rear passage to adjust to his invasion.
"Uuuuunnnnnggggggg ... now ... pull it out ... all the way out," she
said with excitement mounting in her voice.
The tennis pro's mammoth member came out of her with a rush, and she
expertly lowered it to her cunt lips.
"Okay, now inside my cunt ..."
Willing to go along with her exciting game, he moved forward, burying
his thickness deep up into the straining moistness of her pussy.
"Now, back in my asshole ... and then back in my cunt ... oohhh. Eddie
... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..."
Eddie needed no further instructions from his Oriental seductress. He
pulled from her cunt and she guided it to her anus again. This time it
went in smoothly. She was more relaxed, and he rammed it in with wild
ecstatic abandon. The woman gasped with pleasure as he pulled from her,
she guiding the cock to her cunt, where he plunged his cock in her to
the hilt, his balls slapping resoundingly into the soft, inner
smoothness of her thighs.
Now the pattern was established. He began to move in and out of her,
alternating between anus and vagina, long rampaging strokes, backed by
his powerful legs and pelvis, and she guided it with accuracy in the
alternation, screwing her hips back at him to get deeper penetration in
each orifice.
Nina mewled, gurgled and groaned, the sounds coming from deep in her
throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure as his mighty ramrod
of flesh pistoned in and out of her cunt and asshole. She was
approaching her orgasm, her breath came in fitful jerks, as he moved in
and out of both hungry holes, the sensations engulfing and consuming
her, and she was filled and fulfilled, the dizzying heights of her
climax visible to her as that magnificent stem of hardened lust
ravished her almost beyond endurance ...
"Yes ... it's marvelous ... it's heaven ... fuck ... fuck ..." she
panted in rhythm, chanting a sexual litancy. "In my ass ... in my cunt
... in my ass ... in my cunt ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She was practically screaming now, faster and faster she chanted to
him, demanding her climax, wanting it to come, but wanting it to go on
forever, too.
In moments she was transported to the fiery brink of a volcanic crater,
the smoking, steamy heat of it enveloping her, searing into her loins,
flaming through her mind, until with a groan her orgasm released her in
spasms of pleasurable euphoria, and she floated through space, down,
down into the burning depths of her sexual pleasure .
Surprisingly, to her lust-crazed mind, she was not burned at all. Her
release came and she was in the hotel suite, on the floor, Eddie's cock
still plunging into her with relentless force.
"Oooooooohhhh. God ... Jesus ... aaaaaaaaaa uuuuuuu ggggg hh ... I'm
cuuu mmm ii nnn ggggg ... cccc uuuuuu mmmmmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnn gggg ..." she
screamed in sensual agony of orgasmic ecstasy.
As Nina screamed, Eddie knew that he was near himself. He grabbed her
by the hips and pulled her hard back against him. He was up her
asshole, and he kept his cock there, moving faster, longer and harder
into her straining, tightly clenching back passage, ramming into her,
the sensations in him growing ever more intense. He could feel the
beginnings of his own ejaculation, as his hardened flesh fucked into
her like a well-oiled machine, the piston of him moving in her cylinder
with increasing power. Now, his sperm-loaded balls began to jerk, the
pumping action evident of the length of his penis.
Suddenly, it was there, spewing in hosing jets of white, viscous semen
far up into her rectum, while spasms of pure, animalistic pleasure shot
through him, flashing in electric jolts through his mind and shuddering
through his body in wave after wave of nerve-tingling sexuality. His
cock continued to pump for several moments as he collapsed on top of
her, lying on her back, prone, as she lay under him on her stomach.
"My god," he said hoarsely, panting for breath, "I've never had
anything like that!"
"Mmmmmmmmm ... you like ... huh?" she asked .
"I've never had a woman like you," he said, his prick still jerking in
her, "It was just the most fabulous thing I've ever had."
"Well, we have plenty of other things to try too," she promised. "That
is, of course, if you're interested."
"Interested!" he said without hesitation. "I'll be your slave if you'll
do that again."
With those words he rolled from atop her, retrieved their drinks, lit
cigarettes for them, and they stretched out comfortably on the cushions
in front of the window.
Clay Marsdale had been in the bathroom all the time, playing with his
new toy, the video tape camera. Fortunately, Nina had maneuvered his
young employee onto the floor so all their grunts and groans of sexual
abandon would be picked up by the small floor mike concealed by the leg
of the sofa. Obviously, both of them were satiated and that made Clay
happy too. Voyeurism was one of his favorite diversions. Jesus Christ,
he thought, my little wife is some woman. No wonder I'm never bored.
I've never known a woman who likes to fuck as much as my little
Oriental firecracker. She'd have a cock in her twenty-four hours a day
if she could. In her ass ... her cunt ... her mouth ...
Shit! I hope she's coming home soon. I've got a big hard cock I want to
ram into her myself. I don't think Eddie Frampton needs to have a
three-way laid on him right now although Nina certainly likes to have
two cocks in her.
The director of the Marina Tennis Clinic stretched out on the floor of
the bathroom partially in the hallway of the suite just in time to see
Nina's lips encircling Eddie's cock, manipulating him to flesh-
hardened, blood-engorged readiness.
I guess I'll just have to concentrate on what it's going to be like
when I fuck Eddie's wife.
Chapter 6
Alyce had not wanted to wait up for Eddie but she could not sleep and
the sleeping pill she had taken the other night made her feel so groggy
the next day that she did not want to go through that again. She tossed
and turned and tossed so more, every few moments looking at the clock
which seemed almost to have stopped, time was going so slowly. Finally
at 5AM when she could see a little bit of daylight beginning to filter
through the bedroom drapes, she heard him. She was too distraught for a
confrontation with her husband so she feigned sleep; although she lay
under the blankets like a coiled spring, listening to him undress.
After what seemed like hours, Eddie crawled into bed beside her.
Still pretending that she was sound asleep, restlessly, she moved
closer to him, snuggling into his back and throwing an arm over his
body. Eddie turned away, gently removing her arm, and moved away to his
side of the king-sized bed.
Feeling like she had been punched in the stomach by his unconscious
rejection of her, Alyce smothered her face in the pillow and tried to
keep from screaming out her sorrow.
The next day there was to be some sort of open house at the tennis club
for new members so Eddie did not have to get up early. He rose and went
downstairs to make his protein drink in the blender. Alyce was sitting
in the kitchen, tensely, going over the newspaper with blank eyes and
she did not greet him when he came into the kitchen.
Complete silence reigned although the atmosphere was charged with
vibrations so heavy they could have been sliced and packaged.
Eddie dressed and almost left the house without saying goodbye when he
remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, Alyce, don't forget we're going over to the Marsdale's
tonight ..."
"Okay," she said, not looking up from her paper.
Then he was gone. Alyce got up and watched him until he was out of
sight, then she slammed the door and stumbled up to her bedroom in a
fit of rage. At least he could have the decency to let me know what
he's up to, she fumed. I am owed some kind of explanation for his
behavior the last week. If it's another woman, I want to know. I have
the right to know.
Realizing that she was hardly going to solve any of her problems by
lying in bed, she decided to busy herself with some of the things she
had been putting off. Still angry, she began wandering around the house
picking up the dirty clothes to take to the laundry. In the bathroom
hamper she found one of Eddie's tennis shirts and covering the little
embroidered racquet in the corner was a big smear of red lipstick!
Alyce thought she almost could have rationalized that lipstick. It
could have been an enthusiastic student or something but it was the
hardened, thick glob on the inside of his shorts that convicted him in
her mind. She stared at the whitish blob of his cum and knew now
without a doubt that he had been with another woman! Eddie, her husband
of three months was tucking around !
Once again, feeling like she had been punched in the stomach, Alyce
wondered just how much she could stand. Dully, she walked over to the
sofa, not feeling like taking her husband's cum-stained laundry to the
cleaners but not knowing what else to do.
Dully, her eyes fixed themselves on the small bar. She went to it, like
a magnet poured herself a stiff tumbler of scotch and drank it off in
four gulps, feeling the fiery liquid boil into her guts, numbing her
brain and tingling through her tense body. She wanted to stop the
raging thoughts; push them into oblivion, anything to blot out the
memory, the knowledge that her husband was already involved in an
affair with another woman after only a few months of marriage.
Alyce was confident of her looks, indeed she knew that she was
beautiful and desirable. As if to check, she went into the bathroom,
removed her robe and looked at herself in the full-length mirror .
Critically, she examined her reflection, smoothing her hands over
generous breasts and the swell of hips and thighs, turning to look at
the rounded, firm buttocks and finding no flaw in her svelte figure.
She knew that she was fully developed, feminine and capable of much
love.
Now, she examined the soft, fleecy triangle of her pubic mound, turned
to examine, in turn, the tight split of her vaginal opening; finally,
standing again, using her hands to pull up her breasts to full mounds
of femaleness, trying to pose provocatively, lewdly, obscenely. She
found the poses totally alien to her character.
Her own face came back into focus and she was startled for a second.
She had been sick with worry and her face showed it.
What am I going to do?
Suddenly the front doorbell sounded and Alyce barely hesitated. She
certainly was not in the mood for any company but she did not want to
be caught in the middle of the day still in her bathrobe. Hurriedly,
she grabbed a summer shift from the closet, shrugging it on over her
and smoothing it down over her hips and breasts not bothering to put on
panties or a bra. Rapidly, she ran a brush through her golden hair and
went to answer the front door.
Standing there his hands on his hips not in his usual tennis garb was
Clay Marsdale, her husband's boss.
She was startled. "Why, Mr. Marsdale, what can I do for you? Eddie's
already gone over to the open house."
"I didn't come here to see Eddie," he said in a very stern sounding
voice. "May I come in? It's important."
"Oh, certainly," she swung the door wide for him. "Please come in.
Forgive me. I'm a little out of it today," she said, stumbling over her
words.
Marsdale entered and sat down on the edge of a chair and refused her
offer for refreshment, liquid or otherwise.
"Something very important has come up," he said in a very menacing
tone.
Alyce was really mystified. Why would Clay Marsdale have anything
important to discuss with her?
"What is it, Mr. Marsdale?" she began. Worriedly, she sank down on the
sofa, being careful of the manner of her sitting, aware that she had no
underwear on in front of this strange man.
Clay leered at her barely able to conceal his lust. His eyes had caught
the fact that she was not wearing anything underneath her summer shift;
additionally, he had caught the smell of liquor on her breath, and he
knew that all was not well in the Frampton household.
"Mrs. Frampton, there's no need now for beating about the bush," he
said his lips pulling back into a tight line. "No doubt, you are aware
of the fact that your husband did not arrive home until almost daylight
and that he probably offered no explanation for his behavior."
Alyce gasped and covered her face from him with acute humiliation. She
didn't answer him. Dear God, did everyone know about Eddie's infidelity
except her?
"You know, don't you?" his voice was harsh, demanding.
"Yes," she said dully.
"Do you have any idea where he was during those long hours away from
you?" he probed unmercifully, acting like some kind of inquisitor of
prisoners.
"No, I don't," her voice squeaked out.
"I know where he was!" He had waited quietly for a couple of moments
before dropping his bombshell.
Alyce's reaction was immediate. Her head jerked up. She stared in
horror, her face a mask of stunned hopelessness. "Where ... how can you
know?"
"I know where your husband was BECAUSE HE WAS WITH MY WIFE, NINA!"
The young blonde wished at that moment that a hole would open in her
living room floor so she could be swallowed up and would not have to
face this shock and embarrassment. She again covered her lovely young
face with her hands, blocking her from his leering gaze.
"With Nina ... your wife?" she stuttered out almost inaudibly from
behind her hands.
"Yes, in fact, I filmed the entire thing on video tape and I want you
to come over to my house to see it," he said.
"Dear God, no!" she cried and flung herself down on the couch, her
dress rising with her movement to reveal her long, smoothly tapering
legs to the lustful gaze of Clay Marsdale.
He allowed her to stay that way for a few moments, then went to sit
beside her on the couch to soothe her with words of sympathy.
"Now, now, Mrs. Frampton. I know how you must feel. How shocking it is
to find out that your husband has been unfaithful."
Then, gently, he raised her up, continuing. "But you must remember that
I've been cuckolded too. My own wife was with your husband!"
"Of course, you're right," she murmured, "I'd almost forgotten."
"Now, Mrs. Frampton, I don't know what you propose to do about your
husband, but I assure you that I am going to take some kind of action
and soon!" he said, almost frightening her with the force of his words.
Uncertainty and confusion were swirling through her. She did not want
to have to make decisions at a time like this. "I just don't know. I
need some time to think ..."
Marsdale continued on. "I've had a little more time to think about it.
I'm not at all sure that I want to divorce my wife for her ... uh ...
indiscretion. I don't want to go through that at this time. But, I must
say that the need for revenge is strong in me ..."
Alyce stared at him, wide-eyed, not understanding what he was driving
at. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I think that we should pay them back. I think that they should know
what it's like to have the same thing done to them!" He smiled at her
suggestively, lewdly, his voice taking on a seductive tone.
Alyce turned crimson, fully understanding his proposal now. "Why, Mr.
Marsdale, that's absolutely outrageous. I'm not interested in pursuing
that line at all."
"But that's the only way that we can make them see the light. Make them
confront themselves to know if they really care. it's the only way of
getting back our partners," he purred.
His reasoning escaped her, but his smooth convincing presentation of
the idea seemed somewhat of a solution. She couldn't agree with him,
but neither could she really have any way of knowing what to do in a
situation like this where she had no experience. After all, Eddie had
certainly broken their marriage vows. But two wrongs do not make a
right.
"Oh, Mr. Marsdale, maybe what you say is right. I don't know," she said
doubtfully.
"Of course, I'm right," he stated firmly. "Now, let's have a little
drink. I feel so uptight, I need something to relax."
"I don't think so ..." she began.
"Oh come on, Mrs. Frampton. You do have a drink every once in a while
don't you?" he asked, his gaze penetrating her.
He knows. He can smell the scotch I had before he came.
"Okay, what'll be?" he asked, automatically going for the bar and then
stopping, "with your permission, of course."
"Go ahead, Mr. Marsdale," she said, her voice disinterested, lifeless,
now all thoughts on her husband's adultery.
"Maybe we can get a little less formal. My name's Clay. May I call you
Alyce? I hope if we are contemplating some plan of action we are at
least going to be on a first name basis."
The young blonde wife was really shocked now. "You don't really mean
that you're considering ... what you suggested ... intimated ... before...?"
"I don't see why not?" he leered. "What's sauce for the goose is ..."
She was visibly disturbed. She had no intention of pretending or
otherwise to be an adulteress.
Marsdale poured some stiff drinks and brought one over to her.
They sat and chatted while Alyce nervously sipped the glass of straight
scotch, and before she knew it the glass was empty. Clay watched her
closely.
He moved in quickly. "Another drink, my dear?" he asked.
"No, thanks. I rarely drink. Well, all right, but just a small one this
time, it's still afternoon."
The scotch was beginning to make her feel a little reckless;
additionally a small bolt of electrical energy had balled itself,
racing through her body, along her nerve endings to unleash its force
in a gigantic stab at her genitals. The pleasant, though unusual,
sensations produced in her naked loins beneath her dress signaled that
she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She recognized the sensual
sensations, but she was sure that she was in complete possession of her
mind and senses.
While Clay was pouring her another drink, she tried not to let the
image of her husband copulating with Nina Marsdale take shape. How
awful! How could Eddie do this to me?
The more she thought about it the more she became aware of the
insistent, seething, sensations in her, and thought for a fleeting
second that it would serve Eddie right if she were to play at the same
game. She soon pushed that thought from her mind. No! I just can't do
it!
Clay returned to her, handing her the tall glass of scotch. She looked
up at him, seeing him for the first time. She saw a stocky, powerfully
built man with dark hair, heavy features, and she noted the satisfied
leer on his face as he resumed the seat opposite her, lounging back in
it to wait.
That's it! He's waiting like a cat waiting for a canary!
Suddenly Alyce had had enough.
"Mr. Marsdale, I'm not going to have any part of this," she said with
determination.
Calmly he said. "It's already been decided. You and I are going to bed
and I'm going to fuck you!"
"No!" she gasped. "I won't do it!"
"Let's put it another way then. If you don't then your husband will be
out of a job."
"You wouldn't ..."
Marsdale remained as cool as a cucumber. "Just finish your drink,
Alyce. You're going to enjoy this," he said soothingly.
His words and the alcohol were beginning to have their effect on the
confused wife. She slumped back on the cushions of the couch, sliding
down dejectedly, her dress riding up to show the smoothness of her
thighs. She didn't care now. She was trapped. Everything seemed
hopeless. Let him ogle her legs if that's what he wanted .
Clay waited for a few moments before he reached for her, his hand going
out to rest gently on her inner thigh, above the knee, feeling the
silky, smooth warmth of her as his hand moved upward, slowly, massaging
the creamy flesh until he had reached the hem of her dress; then her
legs parted almost imperceptibly, involuntarily, and he moved on upward
confidently, the fingers of his hand exploring her searchingly.
Now he was up to the pubic hair, unconfined, the blonde down of her
softly curling crotch inciting him, inflaming him with hot passion.
Alyce sat, unmoving, except for the involuntary relaxing of her thigh
muscles to allow him access to the juncture of her thighs, but she was
a mass of rolling sensations. Her body had reacted to him against her
will, the sensitive nerve endings, inflamed by the liquor, had a mind
of their own. She dimly realized that whether or not she wanted it, her
reasoning mind was no longer in command. Her body was betraying her.
She couldn't help herself.
His voice came in a fog. "Let's go to your bedroom!"
He pulled her, zombie-like, from the sofa and guided her firmly toward
the bedroom.
"Get undressed!" he ordered.
Trance-like, Alyce turned her back on him and pulled the dress over her
head, then in grim acceptance, she lay down naked on the bed, her legs
held tight together, her arms folded over her naked breasts and daring
not to look at him.
"Turn over on your stomach!" His voice was getting raspy.
Clay Marsdale, still fully clothed, sat down on the bed. Reaching out
stubby fingers, he began to trace the outlines of her loveliness,
lightly drawing his hand over her back and down across the swelling
protuberances of the twin orbs of her smooth-skinned buttocks; then,
down over her legs, allowing the fingers to drift up in the inside of
her thighs, back to her smooth, white bottom, where he paused to
massage and knead, his fingers digging in on the silky skin.
His voice was soft, seductive now. "You have a gorgeous body, Alyce."
Then his lips were on her neck, kissing her wetly, his tongue tracing
along on down her back, crouching over her as he came to her buttocks,
on down her legs to the ankles, back up to the knees, paying special
attention to the inside surface of them. His mouth was hot on the
outside of her thighs, as he approached the juncture, where he burrowed
briefly into the mysterious dark crevice.
Finally, after what seemed eons of time to Alyce, he had traversed the
full length of her body, down and back up to her neck; then, to her
ears, where he inserted the tip of his tongue to tantalize a hole
there, running his wet tongue around the rim of it.
The young blonde wife shuddered. The slow burning and banked fires in
her were partially uncovered, as he had kissed her, and suddenly, she
was aware that her body was a raging inferno of fiery sensations, all
of which were being generated in her loins.
Oh no! It's starting to feel like I'm on fire down there! He's driving
me crazy. Oh, God. Help me!
"Turn over!" he commanded. "I want to see whether the front of you is
as luscious as the back . "
Compliantly, she turned to her back. His tongue darted instantly across
the tip of one nipple, his mouth dipping to take the whole aureole in
his lips while a hand stroked the other breast, cupping the milk white
mound, then kneading it hard, his thumb and forefinger teasing the
nipple to painful erectness.
Alyce felt the rampaging electricity in her rapidly moistening vagina,
and she mewled involuntarily with the pleasurable sensation, knowing
that she wanted him. Wanted his cock absorbed into her raging loins.
His tongue trailed moistly across her body, stopping momentarily to
screw into her navel, then teasingly on downward to the soft blonde
curls at the triangle of her belly and thighs.
Her legs which she had kept clamped tightly together began
involuntarily to relax, her thighs opening slightly to his probing of
her private, feminine parts. His tongue was now replaced by his hand.
He inserted an exploratory finger into the soft, hair-lined crease,
forcing it down, until he found the canopied bud of her clitoris and
rubbed his hard finger against it, grunting with satisfaction as it
began to grow, blood-engorged, under his titillation of it.
Dear God! What's happening to me?
Unexplainably to her, she lost control of her legs. Her thighs
suddenly, of their own volition, jerked open wide to him and his head
dropped to her cunt, his mouth exploring her until he found the erect,
pulsing clitoris in its canopy of slightly darker skin of the fleshy
lips of her vulva. She moaned in an agony of pleasure as he found and
captured the palpitating button between his teeth and held it lightly,
running his tongue in circles around it, decreasing the radius, until
at last he released it from his teeth, and his tongue concentrated on
the tip of it exclusively.
"Stop it! Please, please, it's driving me crazy!" she moaned in a
helpless plea that she knew would not be answered by clay.
The older man opened his mouth wider and moved downward. His tongue
slithered into the viscous moistness of her throbbing aunt. With his
head buried in the searing muskiness of her pussy, Clay could hear her
whimpering mewls each time his tongue swirled around the inside of her
velvety, tumescent and softly hair-lined vaginal opening. He drew her
legs up and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders and arms
were wedged between her now widely opened thighs. In the midst of
tongue-fucking her he suddenly realized that within seconds she would
be climbing the walls begging him to fuck her.
Marsdale then slipped both of his hands underneath her thighs and
pushed them up further, allowing her legs to drape over his shoulders.
He moved his hands on up to her buttocks, feeling the tiny undulations
of them and pulled the cheeks up to him, his stubby fingers digging
into her soft flesh.
Alyce cried out her pleasure and frustration as she felt his tongue
plunge deeply into the liquid depths of her cunt. She wanted more of
it. Instinctively, she reached for the thatch on his head, grasping it,
tangling her fingers in the bristly scruff, she tried to pull his head
farther into her as the pulsing, racing sensations of her passion
engulfed her. She was helpless in its thrall, and she could but react
animalistically to the sensual sexuality of his probing, searching
tongue.
She could no longer think. She knew she had to have release from this
punishing torment.
"Clay ... I've got to have it ... now! I want you to put your thing
inside me ... and do it ..." she mumbled, begging him for release from
her frustration.
Clay raised his head from her cunt to leer down at her lewdly. "Oh, so
you're getting off at last?" he stated.
"Yes ... oh, please, do it to me!" she whispered between tightly
clenched teeth, her eyes closed to shut out his obscenely ogling face.
"Say it properly, then!" he said quietly.
The insanely frustrated young blonde knew what he wanted her to say and
she cast aside the Mormon Church to get what she wanted for the first
time in her sexual life.
"Fuck me ... stick your cock in my cunt ... I want your cock fuck me
fuck me, Clay ... now!"
"Marvelous, you beautiful morsel ... now, I want you to help me get my
clothes off!" Her words were a prod of his own passion. His prick
jerked and throbbed in the confines of his clothing. He had waited long
and patiently while he had teased and tantalized this luscious piece of
womanly flesh to advanced sexual need and he knew that she was going to
be hot.
Alyce came off the bed, leaping to obey him instantly. With trembling
fingers she helped him to strip off his clothing, gasping in disbelief
as his giant cock was released from the imprisoning shorts. "No, my
God! It's too huge!" she mumbled involuntarily. She knew her own
husband was exceptionally big but this man was a sin against nature, he
was absolutely gigantic.
"Don't you love it?" he leered.
"I'm afraid ... I don't think I can take it all," she said wide-eyed
with fear.
"You should learn more about it then. Take it in your mouth and suck it
for a while!"
Instantly, she balked. "You must be mad!" That's perverted. I won't! I
won't!"
"Jesus Christ! You really are right off the farm, aren't you. What
quaint little ideas you have about sex. Suck it, baby. Because I'm
telling you right now ... no suckee ... no fuckee!"
He reached for her, running his hands over her breasts, tile curve of
her waist and thighs, cupping her ass, pulling her loins to his and
allowing his thick, lust-filled cock to slip between her thighs, the
blood-red cowl of it coming to rest on the clitoral bud as he gently
but firmly moved his hips against her in erotic stimulation .
The shock of the shiny, smooth head of his cock on her clitoris was
almost more than she could tolerate at this point. She began to move in
opposition to him, savoring the surging sensations it caused, moving in
wild abandon, her hips gyrating and her moist cuntal lips sliding along
the length of him.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and sat down on the edge of her bed,
holding his prick in one hand, he used the other to pull her to a
kneeling position between his legs; then he put his strong hand behind
her neck and drew her head to his loins, stopping only when her face
was scant inches from his massive member.
"Suck me!" he grunted.
Reluctantly, she lowered her lips to the blood-engorged tip of it and
placed her lips there gingerly, kissing that monstrous cock, doing as
he bid, knowing in her mind that it was wrong, but doing it because her
body demanded orgasmic release from the sexual torture he had been
inflicting upon her. Then, with deep revulsion she took the instrument
into her mouth, tasting the pungent maleness of him, surprised at the
soft, rubbery texture of the head, as she hollowed her lips in and out,
sucking it as he had instructed her.
"Use your tongue!" he commanded.
The inexperienced young adulteress touched the head with her tongue and
felt the jerking shock of it in him as she swirled her oral member
around and around, finally trying to insert the tip of her tongue on
the tiny, moistened orifice on the end. His hips began to move, shoving
the length of his farther into her mouth.
Strangely, now, she began to feel even more sexual excitement, the
pounding, crashing, rhythmic song of desire pulsing through her body
demanding its resolution. Then she felt him lie back on the bed, his
hands jerking her head upward and away from his ever-growing rod of
flesh.
"Now, we'll see how my cock fits in your cunt," he said.
Alyce stood up as he moved his heavy body around to lie straight in the
bed, on his back, his cock jutting up like a flagstaff.
"Straddle me, my dear," he said, holding out his arms to her, "ride me
like a horse."
The young wife did not hesitate. She was too ready, far too far along.
Instantly, she was atop him, her legs straddling his waist. She grasped
his giant pole in her hands and guided it, unerringly to the moist
warmth of her hungry cunt. She dropped her weight back on him,
absorbing all of his prick within her in one movement, his rock-hard
flesh ramming up into her vaginal vault, filling her completely and
flicking past the tip of the cervix as it bottomed in her.
Suddenly, he flexed his hips upward, driving his cock even further into
her as he felt the silky moistness of her pussy enveloping him with
throbbing, searingly hot flesh, her body squirming above him
uncontrollably.
She began to move now with wild abandon. rotating her hips and driving
her cunt up and down his hardened cock, taking all of him in her
velvet-lined cunt with each stroke. She found that by inching her body
forward and supporting herself on her hands that she was able to move
her hips more freely, and she began furiously to pump her soft,
quivering buttocks up and down on him, faster and faster Al the
inexorable rhythm of love, locked fleshily to him by the erect phallus
between them.
The fact that this was a new position for the usually shy inhibited
wife did not even phase her. She was too absorbed in the concentration
of sensations in her cunt. The freedom to move, to command her own
direction and to set her own speed was sheer ecstasy, and she was lost
in the morass of never-before-experienced sensations. s
Bareback and bareassed, Alyce rose him as if she were riding a Brahma
bull at a rodeo, taking all of his cock with every jump, unbridled and
frantic, fucking him for all she was worth, her hips writhing and
pounding against him, rising and falling, swirling in great grinding
rotations, her breasts hanging to his chest, the nipples spiking into
him, her belly rubbing sweatingly against his hairy loins, as she
leaned further forward.
He held the thick length of his prick rigid for her, allowing her to
move on him, her wet cunt sliding on his length, out of control. He
could not match her beat, so he raised his hips higher, offering up his
manhood in sacrifice while she danced the ritual sex dance above him.
He put his clenched fists under his buttocks to raise his cock higher
to her thrusting, pummeling cunt.
As if going for a blue ribbon, she rode the unbridled, mad bull of a
man and it was a never-ending contest, until suddenly she was on the
verge of winning the championship. She dashed her mount into it, and
she felt it coming at last, a sort of molten lava surrounded and
consumed her, the liquid racing through, inside her, and she was at the
brink of cataclysmic orgasmic release she strived for which had been
denied to her by her newlywed husband.
Clay, beneath her, had finally found the rhythm of her headlong ride
and rose to meet her churning movements. He thrust up at her, measuring
her with his searing rock-hard cock, trying to bury his fleshy shaft
deeper into her belly, until they were one in the blazing, flashing
inferno of orgasm.
Rockets lit up her brain as she felt the whole of her quivering, pent-
up being brought to the brink, erupting in her belly like a Roman
candle shooting forth its colorful stream of sparks into every part of
her salaciously aroused body. His plunging cock brought her well-
earned, spewing reward from her wildly panting labors.
Beneath her, she heard Clay's harsh cry, frothing forth from his lips,
and she could feel the jetting flood of his seminal fluid, sperm-laden,
thickly white and viscous, hosing into her from that hardened
instrument of lust and pleasure.
"Aauugghhh! It's almost ..." And with a desperate and final squatting,
ramming motion, she forced his spewing prick deeply into her and she
was there! "I'm ... aaaahhhhh ... ccummingg!"
Alyce Frampton sat up, his jerking cock still moving in her. She threw
her arms high as if she had found true happiness at last.
In her dazed sexual reverie she leaned down to Clay and captured his
mouth with her own, ramming her tongue into his mouth, savoring the
taste of him, and she was supremely happy and at peace with herself.
And then she remembered something. "Does this mean that Eddie won't
lose his job," she asked timidly.
"We'll see, my dear. It depends on your performance tonight. This
afternoon is just the preliminary round. Tonight at my house with your
husband will be the real test."
Chapter 7
Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their
magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her
wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that
she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew
also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from
there was anyone's ballgame.
They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by
the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail
party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of
Marina Tennis Clinics were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them
but Alyce had a little trouble recognizing some of them out of their
usual tennis whites.
Alyce soon found herself talking to a buxom brunette with strikingly
expressive brown eyes.
"I'm Zelda Watson," the brunette volunteered. "We met briefly the other
afternoon at Nina's cocktail party. You're Alyce Frampton, aren't you?"
"Yes, Zelda, how are you," she said politely, noting that the older
woman was slightly under the influence of alcohol. She was slurring her
words but was speaking slowly to make herself understood .
"Nice party," Alyce offered. "I've never been in this part of the
house. Is this the game room?"
Zelda glugged down the last of her drink and leaned closer to Alyce,
lowering her voice, she whispered, "The real games rooms are upstairs
in the bedrooms. That's where the most points are scored . "
"What games? What do you mean'?" Alyce asked naively.
A look of startled disbelief crossed Zelda's face. Her voice raised an
octave. "Are you kidding? Don't you know? Is this your first party at
the Marsdale's?"
"Why yes, except for the other afternoon. Oh, I did have drinks over at
Marina one afternoon waiting for Eddie ..." Alyce said feeling a little
uneasy for the first time.
"Well, babe, you'd better drink up. You're going to need it!"
"Why?" Alyce queried, still not fathoming what the woman was
intimating.
Zelda moved so close to Alyce that her breath was almost burning her
cheek. "When the people from the Marina get together it's not just to
talk about tennis. This is a swap party. I thought everyone knew about
it. Before the night is over you're going to be fucked and not by your
husband. Your husband will be sticking it to someone else. Of course,"
she added, "You can watch if you prefer that. You get the picture,
dearie?"
Alyce didn't answer for several moments her mind a mass of conflicting
emotions. Her first impulse was to get up and run out but she was in
too deeply now. Now not only was there the problem of Clay's having
video-taped her husband and his own wife but there was now her own
adultery as well. Oh why was life so confusing? She was just going to
have to stay here and make the best of it.
"You mean to say all of these people here swap?"
The slightly drunk brunette nudged her suggestively. "You got it! They
fuck their brains out actually!"
Just then a tall, silvery-haired man who was deeply tanned sat down on
the other side of Zelda on the upholstered sofa. His quick familiarity
with her led Alyce to believe that he must be Mr. Watson, but Zelda
introduced him as Jeff Mitchell, one of the founders of Marina.
As Zelda had turned to talk animatedly with Jeff, Alyce was about to
get up to move to another location when Clay Marsdale entered the room.
He immediately called for attention.
"I want everyone to have a good time tonight and I'd like to introduce
a new couple. Some of you have met them already but anyway here's Eddie and
Alyce Frampton."
There was a round of applause as he continued, "We hope that they will
enjoy their participation in our little get together."
Marsdale chuckled along with his guests after that comment.
The wealthy man went on, "We have a little entertainment tonight for
you. We have some videotape you might enjoy. Lights, Jackie, please..."
Alyce noted just before the lights were extinguished that everyone
seemed to be in couples but not with their own spouses. She wondered
where Eddie was, but did not see him. She guessed then that he must be
with Nina who was not in the room. That meant that she was supposed to
be with Clay, she guessed. The Marsdale's must have arranged this, she
decided.
Clay touched Alyce on the shoulder, then and motioned for her to come
sit with him on a seat near the rear of the room so that he could run
the equipment.
"Come on, baby," he said as she rose. "I want you beside me."
She followed him and sat primly on the seat. Clay sprawled down beside
her.
He said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm glad you decided to come."
She didn't reply. Instead she turned her attention to the video screen
where a tape showing what appeared to be an orgy on a tennis court
unfold.
Marsdale handed her a drink. She automatically began to sip it, knowing
that her reaction to it during the afternoon had been agreeable, and if
she must go through with this second sexual encounter with Clay she
might as well enjoy it. She really didn't like the man, but she
couldn't help remembering that it was he who had given her such a
tremendous climax ... her first ever. She blushed, recalling the scene
vividly, her actions, her words, the sensations that had throbbed
through her.
Her attention was drawn back to the screen.
Suddenly a beautiful brunette flashed on the screen endowed with
abundant charms. When she turns her face toward the camera everyone can see
that it is Sally Dunn who works in the pro shop. There are
appreciative murmurs from the people in the room. Clay had not touched
Alyce up to this point. Now he put his arms around her and fondled a
generous breast through her dress. He quickly withdrew his hand .
He said, "I hate brassieres. Let's get it off!"
So saying, he took her drink from her hand and set it aside; then he
reached behind and deftly unzipped the back of her dress.
"Stop it. I won't undress in front of all these people," she hissed at
him, furious because of the public intimacy.
"Cool it. Hold still. I'll show you in a second what to do," he
ordered.
Swiftly, he unhooked the snaps in back, pushed the straps of the bra
down over her shoulders, then, reaching up into the short sleeves he
brought the straps down over her elbows, forearms and hands on each
side. Reaching into the top of her dress, he smoothly slipped the lacy
bra from her, the straps coming back through the armholes of the dress,
the entire garment having been removed through the neck without
removing her dress. As much as she hated the thought of being exposed
in front of the others still in the room she had to admire the skill
with which this man carried off the maneuver .
"Stuff this thing in your bag!" he croaked.
Embarrassed, she took the flimsy bra and stuffed it into her handbag.
He left the back of her dress unzipped, slipping his hand and arm
around her, inside the dress, to a smooth, silken-skinned breast, where
he stroked, fondled and kneaded her, the nipple becoming erect under
his fingers, the tingling sensation becoming more pleasant with each
passing moment. She began to feel light-headed, and guessed that her
drink must be the cause of it. The action on the screen again attracted
her attention.
The man Sally is with is seen to have his hand in Sally's moist crotch,
his middle finger stroking her clitoris, her hips moving in opposition
to his insistent probing finger. Now the camera returns to Sally's
face. She is in the throes of orgasm, her face working, her mouth
forming passionate words.
She relaxes with the delicious climax and slides from his lap to the
floor. The camera plays over her nude body from all angles. Finally,
coming back to the couch where the unknown man lies nude, an enormous,
erect penis jutting upward like a stanchion.
He beckons to her, then reaches down to take his genitals in his hands.
She crawls slitheringly across the floor to him, reaching the couch,
she kneels over his cock, taking it into her hands to fondle it,
sliding the foreskin back, reaching under to knead his testicles, and
showing with a two-hand hold the tremendous length of him.
Now Sally kisses the end of his prick and takes it into her mouth, her
cheeks hollowing in and out as she begins to suck on it. Slowly, she
begins to slide her mouth up and down, her head bobbing, as with each
down stroke she takes more and more of his lengthy tool into her mouth.
The camera cuts to Sally's young face, then divulges her ecstasy at the
lewd behavior.
Alyce felt suddenly ill as revulsion overcame her. She tried to free
herself from Marsdale's grasp. She was very angry.
"I'm not going to watch this disgusting exhibition. "
Clay was quite calm. "Would you rather watch your husband's performance
on the screen, then? We get around to all of us at one time or another.
We like to be stars in our little galaxy here."
"You bastard!" she spat out.
Unperturbed, his mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her lashingly
through the barrier of her teeth. He bore her backward until she was
prone on the bench, his hand going under her skirt to caress her warm,
smooth thighs, coming, finally to the softly curling genital mound.
There he pulled down the front of her sheer panties and insinuated a
finger into her moist, open slit. He found her tiny, enshrined clitoris
and moved his finger on it, bringing the bud of her womanhood to
erection.
"No Clay. Not here, please!" she gasped.
"Look around, sweetheart," he said. "Over there on the couch it would
appear that Zelda is enjoying Jeff Mitchell to the fullest."
Alyce looked toward the couch. She saw Zelda leaning over the sprawling
form of the older man. His zipper was undone and she had his long cock
in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowing
in and out as he sucked on the rigid, erectness of him.
"Dear Lord!" she exclaimed and averted her eyes.
"And over there, in the corner is Jeff's wife with Dave Carlson. He
seems to be fucking her in the ass on the floor. Our only black tennis
pro is eating out ..."
"Stop it!" she hissed. She closed her eyes, covering them with her
hands, trying to blot out the images she saw. It was too much for her
... too depraved ... filthy ... perverted. "I thought Marina was an
exclusive club. I never realized these people were like animals ...
"Come on. You haven't seen anything. Upstairs in the bedrooms there's
probably six or seven couples indulging themselves," he said matter-of-
factly.
All during this time, Clay had stroked her clitoris affectionately,
with feather like strokes of his fingers, and she began to move her
buttocks in small circles against his hand, unable to control her urge
to do so. The building up of the delicious sensations slashed at her,
converging on that spot where his finger insistently rubbed and
titillated her.
Alyce had not seen her husband for some time. Actually, soon after
their arrival, he had seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes and
looked about the dim room carefully. None of the men present seemed to
resemble him in any way. She had some difficulty in recognizing anyone
at all; almost every person in the room was engaged in some form of
sexual activity.
Clay stood up. "I think it's time for you and I to go upstairs to
really do things right."
He zipped up the back of her dress and pulled her to her feet. She rose
reluctantly, his strong grip of her hand reminding her how badly he
wanted her. She moved with him, leaving the screening room, unnoticed
by any of the copulating couples. Together, they mounted the broad
staircase to the second floor. Alyce's stomach fluttered with fear and
a certain, strange anticipation that she could not define.
Checking at the various bedroom doors one by one, Marsdale ascertained
that all of the bedrooms were filled with one or more couples and a few
trios. Words and phrases drifted out to them along the unmistakable
sounds of wild uninhibited fucking.
"Come into my study," he said. "I want to show you some pictures."
They stepped into the masculinely appointed study. She gasped. On the
walls were pictures of couples in lewd poses. She recognized many of
the people in the pictures. Most of them were in this house now,
engaged in illicit sex. The photos turned her stomach. They were
explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay's camera.
Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The
drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, the lewd
videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this
man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give
her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.
She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that
coiled and recoiled inside her, striking her there violently, surging
out along her nerve endings only to return throbbingly, to her
innermost womanly parts, and she knew that she was becoming more and
more ready for anything. She noticed the bulge in Marsdale's trousers,
and she knew that he, too, was more than ready; however, she averted
her eyes, not daring to look, to admit to herself that she could
possibly be interested in his sexual organs.
He came to her and put his arms around her, slipping his hands down to
cup her buttocks and pull her flaming loins close in to him, grinding
his hard penis into her.
"I want to show you one last thing," he said.
Reaching over and behind her, he snapped out the lights and pushed
aside his books on a bookshelf, revealing a lighted bedroom beyond a
glass mirror.
"It's a one-way mirror," he enlightened.
Alyce's eyes were riveted on the bed. She couldn't help watching, now,
as she gazed with increasing interest and curiosity, trying to make out
details in the softly lighted room.
Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was
a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the
woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her
chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman's
glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the
brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down
from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until
she could see, clearly, the under side of the glans.
Then, he plunged the monstrous prick straight into the small woman and
she imagined that she could hear the slap of their pelvises as the
thick, rock-hard rod of flesh went in, burying its length completely in
the soft, female flesh.
The young wife was now aware that Clay was grinding his pelvis into her
loins, his cock sticking out from his trousers, as he tried to shove it
between her legs, and unconsciously, she found herself responding to
his obscene caress, sliding her pelvis up and down on him through the
rough cloth of his trousers.
"Do you want to hear what they're saying?" he asked.
He reached up beside the books again and snapped a switch, not waiting
for her to make up her mind. A speaker inside the bookshelf amplified
the sound of the low voices from the bedroom .
"Oh, Eddie," the woman said. "Fill my cunt with your cock ... mmmmmmmmm
... it's so big ... so hard ..."
Alyce gasped, reddening and turned her head away from the lewd
spectacle.
"Is that my husband?" she asked, weakly sagging in his arms, "with your
wife?"
Marsdale held her tight. "Let's wait and see."
Now the man's voice was heard. "Nina, baby ... I fit so well in you ...
your cunt is so juicy ... I love my cock inside you ..."
Marsdale reached behind her and snapped the lights back on in his
study. Instantly, the scene in the adjoining bedroom was blotted out,
and she realized that one of the properties of a one-way mirror was
that the viewer be in semi-darkness.
Reaching up behind her, Clay gripped the zipper of her dress and
pulled, down smoothly. Then, grasping the hem of her dress he began to
pull the garment over her head
"Not here ..." she gasped.
"Why not. It's just as good a place as any," he said.
He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped
wet lips to a puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his
mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly
hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her
soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.
Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties
to fondle and knead her smooth, round buttocks; then, with a deft
movement he stripped the thin, nylon garment down over her tapering
thighs to her trim ankles.
Alyce stepped out of her shoes and he stooped down to remove the sheer
underclothing from her feet, sailing it across the room to join her
dress. She was now completely nude before him, stripped of all her
barriers.
Instantly, his finger began taunting her sensitive clitoris, and Alyce
gasped with the ecstasy of it, in spite of herself. Her body was
beginning to feel, blazingly, on fire, a fire that could not be
extinguished, a fire that threatened to consume her and she could do
nothing.
Stepping back from her, Marsdale began to remove his own clothing,
deliberately, methodically. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous cock
standing out thick and long before him, blood-engorged and throbbing
with the passion of his need for her.
Alyce stared. She was horror stricken. The size of him was mammoth. She
couldn't believe her eyes, yet she knew that he had rammed that giant
hunk of meat into her little cunt this very afternoon. She had taken
all of it into her and had loved every minute of it!
"Here, dear, I'll put a blanket on my desk," he said when suddenly a
familiar sing-song voice came into the room over the amplifier.
"Shove your fingers in my asshole! Make me cum, Eddie!"
Alyce turned to Nina's husband, pleadingly. "Turn it off. I can't bear
listening to that."
"But my dear it's wonderfully erotic. Nina is a fabulous woman in the
sack. She just loves to get fucked in the ass," he said nonchalantly as
though he was talking about her love of French cuisine or foreign
films.
"Lie down on my desk top!" he ordered.
Alyce complied sick at heart a complete feeling of hopelessness in her.
Eddie's boss clambered to the desk top, placing himself over her, in
reverse, with his thick, hardened prick over her face, his legs spread
on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said, "Take all of my cock in
your mouth and suck me off! Suck hard and lick me! You can use your
teeth but be careful!"
Alyce reached up to him, taking his thick, awesome instrument in her
hands sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red hooded
cowl of his penis and took in into her mouth, tasting the male taste of
him and inwardly appalled with the realization of what she was doing.
Experimentally, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant
head of him filling her mouth, swirling her lingual member around and
around it, trying, finally, to insert the tip of her tongue into the
tiny slit in the tip of the glans.
Marsdale leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position and with
a groan, buried his lips in her thoroughly moistened cunt. His tongue
lashed out and probed wetly at her downy hair-lined vaginal opening,
then moved up to the clitoral bud, licking her to a higher pulsing
excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the orders of
her reasoning mind, her body reacted, and she began to move her hips up
to him, rhythmically, her pink-lined pussy on fire, begging for more of
that sensuous tongue .
Oh God. Believe me. I don't want this. But, I can't seem to help
myself.
The sounds of the lovemaking from the next room came to them through
the amplifier; the sounds of slapping flesh and punished bed springs,
the squeaks and heavy breathing becoming louder and more rapid,
building to an orchestral climax.
Nina was screaming out orders. "Faster, Eddie ... harder ... fuck me
harder ... I'm almost there ... oh your cock is stuffing me so full.
I'm there ... oh fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I'm ... aaaahhhh ...
ccuuummmiiinnnggg!"
The squeaking went on, faster and faster, then, suddenly stopped,
followed by wetly slapping sounds, accompanied by squeals from the bed.
Eddie's voice was hoarse and muffled. "Oh you fabulous cunt ... I'm
going to cum too ... I'm shooting all my cum in you ... oh, it's
wonderful ... here I cum ..."
Alyce was sickened by the explicit sounds of sex from the bedroom.
Eddie was spewing his hot sperm into another woman, but somehow, the
sounds of it and knowledge worked to increase the delicious sensations
in her own loins, the generated heat in her forcing her to jerk her
crotch upward, her legs splayed out, to the insistent mouth of Clay
Marsdale, and she moaned out her helpless need of the older man.
"God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me," she gasped
completely out of breath.
The older man raised his dripping face, sex-juices mingled with sweat
from her overly moistened cunt. He crawled backward from her, allowing
her freedom to move on the desk top. He kneeled up on his knees and
leered down at her.
"Get up on your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
She cringed away from him, whimpering. "No! Oh, God. You'll kill me!
I'm a virgin there !"
She jumped off the desk.
Marsdale jumped down from his desk to stand before her. His huge cock
had begun to soften, slightly. He took it in his hands and said.
"Before I can ram this right up your tiny little asshole you'll have to
get it good and hard again.
In a trance, she knelt before him, taking his giant phallus into her
hands and working the slack skin back and forth several times, feeling
it begin to grow in her hands. She took it gently, in her mouth and
began to suck like a demon not knowing why she did so. In a few moments
his rod returned to its former degree of hardness. He moved his hips
back, suddenly, pulling the hard flesh of him from her lips. She tried
to recapture it. He shoved her back on her heels and restrained her
with his hands on her shoulders.
"Okay," he gasped. "Now get up and lean forward ... all the way forward
with your tits on the desk!"
Reluctantly she did as she was bade. He came to her and reached down to
the protrudingly, smoothly rounded and defenseless buttocks. With a
middle finger, he probed the soft, white crease until he found the
puckered, brown ring of her anus, as his other hand drew a cheek of her
ass aside. His probing finger found it and he worked the tip of the
digit into the opening up to the first knuckle, then, with a constant
pressure, he shoved in all the way.
" Noooooooo ... nooooo ... stop!" she moaned.
Ignoring her protests, he worked his finger around in the sponginess of
her back channel, until he felt the sphincter muscle begin to relax.
Now, he withdrew the finger and replaced it with two, repeating the
process of stretching her small, tight anal opening; then, yet a third
time he reamed her, using three fingers.
"Okay, baby, you're ready ... let's get a cock up your ass!"
Reaching under her, he dipped his fingers in her cunt, moist and ready,
using the wetness to lubricate his great cock. With the thumbs of both
hands he spread the cheeks of her ass exposing the round anal ring,
little edges of the pink, inner flesh showing; then, he placed the head
of his shaft, blood-engorged and throbbing, against the defenseless
opening.
He pushed. The head of his prick entered her, surging past the tight,
elastic ring of muscles. He stopped when she cried out.
"Stop it! You're splitting me in half!" she shrieked.
He expanded the head of his cock several times; each time bringing
moans of pain from her, until finally, with a powerful flick of his
hips he shoved into her, all the way, driving into the spongy tissue of
her back passage, expanding it and pulling the brown edges inside, as
the massive pole skewered her. Now, with his full length and thickness
buried in her, he paused again, waiting for her anal canal to adjust.
"It's like having a cannon back there. Stop it. Take it out, Clay!" she
demanded.
Marsdale stood behind her, leaning back, slightly, and began to move
his hips, slowly, at first, grinding into her with short strokes,
feeling the clasping, anal muscles constrict against him, now,
increasing gradually, to longer and longer strokes, rhythmically,
fucking into her tight little asshole, the sensations coming to him
stronger and stronger with every stroke into her.
"Fuck back against me!" he grunted.
Experimentally, Alyce moved her hips back, in opposition to him. She
found to her surprise that it was not as uncomfortable now. Her whole
pelvic region was aflame. Her moist, now ready cunt cried for
fulfillment, too. She wanted to be filled and fucked everywhere, at the
same time. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back up in
the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse
nature and something in her demanded more and more.
What's happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against
nature and I want more of it.
"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!" she
wailed, amazingly.
"I don't have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though," he said with a
lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her
he leaned across the desk of his study and took something off the wall.
It was the racquet that had won him the Pacific Coast Tennis Tournament
some twenty years earlier. "Use this !"
She had no idea of what he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion running rampant in her
tortured mind.
"Use the racquet handle to fuck yourself with," he said.
Knowing that she couldn't help herself, the demands of her body
slashing at her brain, she reacted animalistically to fill the great
need in her. She reached back and under with the old style wooden
racquet, and began rubbing the leather grip over the canopied bud of
her womanhood. Greedily, hungrily, she stroked the handle up and down
on the miniature phallus.
The streaking, electric charge in her nerves was more than she could
stand. She withdrew her hand only to put it back instinctively,
inserting the leather grip handle into the moist void of her vagina.
Tentatively she tried pushing the hard wooden handle just inside the
mouth of her cunt.
She began to saw the racquet handle in and out, in rhythm with Clay,
waggling her hips back and forth, reveling in the keening sensation of
having both cunt and asshole filled. In and out, easelessly she
perversely fucked herself while Clay Marsdale sodomized her from behind
with the merciless abandon of a wild buffalo.
Meanwhile, next door, in the bedroom, Alyce's husband had spewed his
sperm far up into Nina Marsdale's hungry, demanding cunt, grunting out
his sexual satisfaction and collapsing atop her. He had brought the
Oriental woman to climax three times. She, even, was spent for the time
being.
A few minutes later, she wanted a cigarette and a drink. Dutifully,
Eddie rolled off the Marsdale's bed and went to get the cigarettes from
the dresser and the drinks from the bureau. Glancing into the mirror on
the wall at the foot of the bed, he saw his own still jutting
reflection, but there was something more; he saw shadowy motion that
was not being reflected from the bedroom. He was certain that he and
Nina were alone in the room.
Puzzled, he brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes to the bed. As he
passed the mirror, again, he realized that she was seeing into another
room and ... that's it ... it's a one-way mirror! He went to the wall
switch near the door and snapped the lights off. Nina watched him with
amusement, a sly smile complacently playing on her lips.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked.
"I want to know what's going on with that mirror," Eddie said.
He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of
study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his
young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and
Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth,
shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife's asshole! He was
stunned beyond belief!
"It's Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!" he
roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.
His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay's Chinese
wife's voice stopped him.
"Hold it, Eddie. It isn't what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because
she wants to!" she said with conviction.
She came off the bed with feline grace.
"Would you like to hear what's going on in there," she asked, smiling
her inscrutable little smile.
Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button.
Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from
her husband's study.
Alyce's voice came to them unmistakable from the speakers.
"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!"
Eddie froze!
Jesus, suffering Christ! She's asking for it!
Things began to form together in his mind.
"Did he show Alyce the videotape of me with Sally Dunn? Is that why
she's doing this? Did you trap both of us?"
"Really Eddie, are you trying for an academic award or something? Stop
being so Goddam melodramatic! It's just a little device we use to get
couples to swap. A little subtle persuasion, shall we say?"
"More like blackmail," he grunted.
"That is a little harsh, Eddie. You're a big boy now. You can make up
your mind about things. All the others at the club have."
"But my wife ... it's not right!"
"Oh, I see. The old double standard rears its ugly head. She has every
right to enjoy sex and get the most out of it." She reached down
between them to fondle his flaccid prick. It was beginning to grow
harder in her hand. Suddenly, he had an idea that came to him in his
anger. He had been asking himself questions, but there had been
precious few answers coming to him from the welter of conflicting
thoughts. Now, the one idea was foremost in his mind.
He put his distorted, single-track idea into immediate use, not
thinking, not considering the rightness of it, nor the wrongness of his
actions.
"Come on, Nina," he said. "Let's make this a real party! Let's go into
the study!"
Nina smiled up at him, her brown Oriental eyes shining, "I thought
you'd never get around to it," she said. Then, more loudly, "Clay
darling. We're going to join you!"
Marsdale's voice came over the speaker to them. "By all means my love,"
he grunted, as he ground himself harder into Eddie's wife's tight
little asshole.
Nina and Eddie came into the study. Alyce was only partially aware that
they were there. She was absorbed, mesmerized. She continued to try and
cram the tennis racquet handle full length into her cunt but of course
it was impossible.
Eddie was sickened, but he would not change his mind now. He took
charge of the scene.
"Get her on the desk! I'm going to fuck her cunt-hole at the same
time," he said.
Marsdale glanced up at him, pleased with his employee's inventiveness.
Together, they maneuvered Alyce, who was only half-conscious of what
was going on, to the desk top. Clay took her again, burying his thick
cock deeper up her ass and rolling to his back with Alyce impaled like
a fly on top of him.
Her tennis pro husband clambered to the desk top and planted himself
astraddle of Marsdale's legs, spread his wife's thighs and pushed the
tennis racquet aside and aimed his massive cudgel at her warmly
dripping cunt and rammed it home in her vaginal vault.
"Is that enough cock for you now?" he screamed pumping furiously.
Alyce screamed with the realization of what he was doing.
"Have you gone mad? Ohhhhh ... aaaauiieeeewwwww!" she cried in
uncontrollable ecstasy.
Blindly, he fucked into her, his passion mounting. As he plunged,
wildly, into the softness of her open, flowering cunt, he could feel
the huge bulge of Marsdale's cock through the thin wall of tissue
separating her vagina and anal passage.
Alyce was shocked, almost horrified beyond reason when Eddie mounted
her and thrust into her with such violence, but strangely,
unaccountable, the two massive pricks ravishing both pelvic orifices
began to bring her to an unknown ecstasy. She was beginning to feel
completely filled and fulfilled. The delirious transport glazed her
eyes, and she was half-unconscious, aware only of the slamming
sensations in her loins. She could not move. Could not react. She was
skewered on two giant all-consuming cocks. All she could do was lie
there and let the two men ram their monstrous shafts into her, however,
she could not understand why her husband had joined them.
Oh, Eddie, what's happening to us?
Nina could stand it no longer. She had to have a piece of the action.
She climbed to the top of the desk and insinuated her lithe Oriental
body between Eddie and Alyce, her crotch over Alyce's face. Alyce had
never done it before, but suddenly, she knew what she must do. Her
tongue snaked out and began to lick and probe, tasting the femaleness
of her, as well as the pungent cum that Eddie had left there, deep in
the vaginal vault of Nina Marsdale.
Clay, beneath her, reached his climax. He grunted his satisfaction, as
his cock jetted white, hot streams of viscous sperm into her back
passage. Her jerked upward, spasmodically, driving deeper and deeper
into her backside; finally, he dropped back spent, his cock jerking
until the full load of sperm had been expended, deep, deep in the far
hidden recesses of the young, lust-crazed wife's asshole.
Eddie was like a machine, as he pistoned into Alyce, and now she was on
the brink of orgasmic release. She felt it coming. Her body spasmed,
deliciously, the sensations shaking her, slicing into her and leaving
her satiated, spent, on the verge of unconsciousness.
Dimly, as in a dream, she heard her own scream, a piercingly high note
ricocheting through the room. "Oh you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck every
hole! Aaaaahhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... in my cunt ... in my ass ... fuck me
... fuck me ... harder ... harder ... faster ... I'm almost ... oh ...
there ... I'm ... cuuummmuinnnggg!"
Alyce had turned her face aside as she came to her release. Nina atop
her realized that she could not function for her, now. Glancing down
between her legs, she saw that Alyce's eyes were closed now that she
was practically unconscious.
"Fuck me now, Eddie!" Nina said, desperately, sliding back and raising
her hips to him.
Eddie knelt up and slid his cock rigidly into her moistly ready cunt in
one smooth motion, ramming the shaft all the way home in her. He was a
wild man. He fucked with driving fury. He machine gunned into her as
she demanded.
Nina responded to him with like abandon. She came back at him with
strong, vigorous strokes of her own, and the massive hardness of him
filled her and brought her to the heights. She came and came again, her
orgasm bringing with it a euphoria and completeness, and her cry of joy
resounded, again and again, but she could not relax, yet. Eddie was
still driving into her, his own ejaculation delayed. She knew that she
would have to help bring him to release.
"Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other
night?" she asked.
"Christ, yes!" he gasped under his mighty laboring.
Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating
between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her
voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes ... asshole ... cunt ...
asshole ... cunt ... his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing
through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing
in an almost endless stream .
Now, Eddie collapsed on top of Nina, and the mass of tangled bodies was
quiet, sexually satiated for the time being. The only sound was the
sound of labored breathing.
Later in the early hours of the morning back in the comfort of the
Marsdale's bedroom there was a more leisurely sex-game and a straight-
forward explanation and detailed discussion of the Marsdale's swapping
parties.
Eddie listened to the explanation of Clay's videotaping and about how
that was his usual modus operandi. The young husband couldn't be too
angry. He had brought his wife to new heights of sexual abandon that
may never have occurred otherwise.
Alyce too was happy that it had happened. She couldn't wait to try
other members in the club. There was that huge black man she had seen
downstairs with that giant black cock ... Two more happy converts to
swapping lay in the big bed with the Marsdale's eager to try out still
more innovations.
The End
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