Between her encounter with her son and the following Saturday, Liz earnestly tried to interest Tom in coming home early from work, from dropping his poker game on Thursday night as well as avoiding the out-of-town conference on the weekend. She tried to make her entreaties sound sexy, but Liz was sadly ignorant of exactly how to do that sort of thing. It might have been wiser to make a direct approach, to tell her husband exactly what she had in mind, which was, in fact, to experiment with her new sexual expertise. But how do you tell your husband that suddenly you have awakened to his way of life without explaining how this miracle so suddenly occurred? Liz Rouelle was so afraid that she would be backed into a corner with unanswerable questions by her husband, that she was too timid to even get answers out of him when she spoke, never mind win his interest.
Her failure with her husband was not particularly good for Liz's self-confidence or her self-assurance. Had what she done been the end of everything? Was she so evil that the very forces of the universe itself had turned against her, estranging her for all time from her husband? She was certainly having a lot of trouble getting his attention, never mind holding it. Perhaps after all, she needed time to think and sort the disorder of facts and feelings floating around now in her brain. She began looking forward to his weekend absence. The emptiness of the house would give her opportunity to really think things through without the interruption of any little chores.
And Saturday began that way. There was an air of contentment in the empty house that had not been there for a long time. She actually felt light hearted, and instead of sitting down and thinking things through the way she had planned, she decided that as long as she felt so good, she might as well do the things she felt like doing and save the thinking for later. She did a little reading in the morning, and in the late morning took a drive to the beach, rolling lazily along the shore road and stopping for a hot dog for lunch. She found herself interested in the people she saw as well as in what they were doing. Ordinarily she paid no attention to that sort of thing, always having been more or less wrapped up in whatever she herself was doing or thinking. It was very strange for her to find herself so objective.
On the way home, the question occurred to her whether her sexual satisfaction could have anything to do with the clear headedness of the day. But, no, it had been several days since her affair with her son. It couldn't be that. Or could it?
It seemed as though she had no sooner got in the door and was thinking of mixing herself some kind of drink when the telephone rang.
"Hi, Ma," her son said at the other end of the line.
"Hi," she answered carefully. "How is the new place working out?"
"It's really great. We're having a party to celebrate moving in tonight. Hope you're planning to come."
"Party? Well, I don't think so. Your father is away at a conference…"
"Oh, Ma, come off it. You know better than that," Kevin said softly. "My father is going to be right here. I'm the one who is supposed to be out of town, but I just planned that excuse."
"Planned an excuse? Oh, Kevin," his mother scolded. "Is that any way to treat your wife!" She was, of course, thinking of the way Tom treated her.
"I just wanted to see if Pa showed up in my place," Kevin said lightly and bluntly. "I'm sure he will, and I was hoping you'd invite me home for dinner and a drink so that we could come to the party a little later ourselves and see what we run into."
"Well, you're always welcome here for dinner and a drink," his mother told him automatically, before thinking that things were not quite the same as they used to be. He was still her son, but he was something else, too, now. He was a kind of danger among other things.
"Thanks, Ma," he said quickly, before she could hedge. "I'll be over by six, is that okay?" He spoke forcefully, even with his question, so that she could do nothing other than agree. "Well, I… uh… okay, but…"
He had hung up.
Liz didn't really mean to go to any trouble. Yet she made a curried beef dinner that took her two hours to prepare. It would have been so simple to just throw on a couple of steaks, yet she was in the mood, she told herself, to do something special, something Kevin really liked. After all, he had showed her something she had not known about life before, the pleasure and satisfaction possible for her own body. How she wished that Tom would try to make love to her again so she could show him how she had changed. Well, it would happen in time. She was sure of that. Meanwhile, she had to be wary of her son but not ungrateful to him. So she made a lovely dinner, and after laying out the table and putting the curried beef on to simmer, she took a fast hot shower and chose her dress for the evening. It was almost six by the time she was dressing. The beef had been simmering a half hour, she figured to herself. That meant dinner about seven, which left an hour for cocktails. Well, this was going to be quite an evening. But why was she dressing up? She did not really intend to go to the party. Still, she was in such a good mood, and she had made such a beautiful dinner, that she might as well complete the evening by dressing. If Kevin had changed his mind about going home for his party, then he would be dressed, too.
She pulled on the white sleeveless form-fitting sheath that she had chosen for the evening and quickly surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror. It was too bad Tom could not see her, she decided. She had never looked more beautiful. She felt it. She felt both beautiful in a modest way and desirable in a not so modest way. She laughed for her own ears aloud. Her voice tinkled like a delicate bell. Goodness!
Her trim smoothly tapering legs flowed down from lushly curving hips as she turned in the mirror. She admired her firm uplifting tits that stood out just perfectly beneath the tightly pressing white material. She got her brush from the dresser and began brushing his rich auburn hair in the mirror. How beautifully it shone with its red highlights against the pure white of the dress. Good God, she suddenly thought. What was the matter with her all of a sudden? But she had no time to worry about it. Before she had time to slip into her shoes, the front door opened and she heard her son the length of the hall.
"Hi, Ma!" he called. "You getting dressed?"
She picked up her shoes and carried them with her out of the bedroom toward the front of the house.
"Yes, I'm getting dressed, but only for dinner," she told him.
"Aren't you coming to the party?" he asked dumbfounded, or so it seemed.
"No, I…" she started to say, and then she stopped. She couldn't remember what she had told him about that. She thought she had refused, but she had done so much talking to herself since he called, that she wasn't sure what she had told him and what she had simply mused on.
"Why not?" he asked innocently.
"Kevin, if your father is there," she said, surprising herself by how unfalteringly she was able to speak of such matters, "I don't care to surprise him."
"Ma, the lights will be almost non-existent. We have a colored strobe, and you'll be able to see in about a three foot radius, period. Don't worry. I dare say Natalie will keep him so busy that neither one of us will be the least bit noticeable. You know," he took her face in his hands. "It's my house and my friends, and I don't expect Natalie will know I'm anywhere around."
"Well," she sighed uncertainly, pulling away out of danger, "let's worry about that later. What would like for a cocktail?"
Liz Rouelle might have known from her moment of uncertainty that she was placing herself squarely in the hands and plans of her son and would be at that party. For one thing, Kevin made her too many martinis, and they drank for two hours instead of one while Liz told him about her drive to the beach, and she learned in her turn about many of the beach parties and dances and so forth that her son had attended for the past five years and about which he had never told her before. It was odd that he had never mentioned any of it around her, but their relationship had changed within the last week in more ways than one. They were more companionable as equals. And, she recognized suddenly, she was no longer in a superior, teaching, patronizing position. He had taught her something and had taken a leadership role with his mother.
They arrived late enough so that they could hear loud music and laughter coming from the hallway upstairs while they were entering the front of the building downstairs.
"Won't someone complain?" she asked naturally. "I mean, that very likely is your party!" She had taken one too many martinis.
"That is our party," he agreed. "We've invited everyone in the building, so there is no one left to complain." He had taken one too many martinis, too, she suspected with a smile.
"It sounds like everyone's having a good time," she noted congenially. "Excellent. They all sound too drunk to notice us at all!" he said. Liz couldn't tell whether he was trying to assure her that they would get in unnoticed, although she cared about that much less now than she had, or whether he was disappointed that he was financing a party no one would even notice he was attending!
The party, they found, had spilled out into the hallway, in fact. The door was open, and the apartment was so dark inside that it was probable, Liz thought, finding her observations remarkable, that people stepped out in the hall in order to see each other. She made a hurried survey of the group outside the apartment, to see if Tom were among them. Yet, so what if he saw her? What was the reason she didn't want to catch him doing anything wrong? She could no longer recall. It had something to do with not wanting to make him feel guilty, but she could not for her life remember why that was so important. She would think about it tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow morning, she knew, would be consumed by ridding herself of her hangover.
"Let me peek inside, Ma," Kevin suggested.
"No, I'll go in with you," she said boldly. "What difference does it make?" He either refrained from reminding her that it was she who had been skeptical about running into her husband or he had forgotten all about her reticence. He took her gently by the elbow, steered her by the doorway crowd, greeting everyone briefly, those who greeted him first, and into the dark room where the colored lights of the hired strobe glittered colorfully around and around the walls and barely recognizable faces of his guests. Liz did not see Tom at all, but she was surprised to see so many people in the one room. A few couples were dancing in the middle, but almost everyone else was sitting and standing around and… and there was a good deal of petting going on.
"Where did you get all the sofas and overstuffed chairs, Kevin?" she asked surprised, just before he left her to get her another drink.
"All borrowed, Ma. Can I trust you to sit here and be good while I get you a drink?"
"Oh, silly," she giggled. He was treating her just like a school girl. She was beginning to feel more like his younger sister than his mother, but then, she had felt that way even before dinner tonight. It was so very pleasant. She couldn't remember when she had last felt so lighthearted and pleasant. She sat on one of the sofas, and he left.
It didn't take him long to get the drinks, and he looked a little serious when he returned.
"Don't look now," he whispered as he sat down, very close to her as though it was important that his voice be as still as possible. She was already light headed from her martinis before leaving the house. He had just handed her another. She heard an ominous tone in his whisper, and she felt a small knot of fear growing in her stomach. She was remembering vaguely, something about guilt driving a person away and that had to do with her husband, and now there was something in Kevin's tone that told her before his words did that he had seen Tom. Trying not to raise her chin, Liz looked from the top of her eyes around the crowded room for a sign of her husband, but most of the corners and the faces were so in the dark that it would be impossible to find him, she decided, unless he fell over them here on the couch, God forbid! She watched her son raise his glass to his lips and take a deep swallow as though he were nervous. She did the same, trying to look in the same direction his glance took, but she saw nothing.
"Don't look at what?" she ventured in a whisper somewhat louder than his had been. She took another generous gulp of martini. "Go easy, Ma," he cautioned her with a chuckle. "You'll have me running constant waiter for you, refilling your glass."
"Oh, no," she said. "I'm not going to drink a lot. I know better than that. What did you see?" she insisted. "Tom?" Then she seemed to forget her question as she leaned back and rested against Kevin's arm, feeling more relaxed and slightly lightheaded. She was feeling the loveliest glow! A new giddiness was pervading her body somehow, and she sipped heavily again as she felt her son's arm wrap gently around her shoulder. She kept thinking that she ought not to let him do that in public, but her thought seemed incapable of translating itself into any kind of palpable objection. She seemed completely unable to say anything or to even pull away.
"I think I saw Tom," he whispered then, and that gave her the energy she needed to move.
"Kevin, I don't think we ought to behave so cozily," she said, trying to scold good-naturedly and pushing his arm off her shoulder with a gentle movement of her hand.
"We don't want to look conspicuous," he explained. "If we sit here like two watchbirds studying the room and everyone in it, somebody is going to suspect something, and Tom and Natalie's attention could be brought to us."
"I suppose," she agreed. It did make sense. She relaxed again and was glad she had found an excuse to do so with a clear conscience.
Liz Rouelle strained again to see if she could find her husband in any of the groups of three or four people talking on the open space of floor in front of them. It was the best lit area, and she noticed that she and her son were more or less protected by shadow. She began to feel uncomfortable, though, as once in awhile someone would look their way. Her son was pressing insistently close to her, and she wondered if anyone knew their relationship and what they would think if they did. "We can't see anything from here," Liz said nervously.
"You stay right here. I have an idea," Kevin said suddenly, and he got up briskly.
Before his mother could utter a single protest about being left alone, he had disappeared out of the room. The groups of people standing around in front of her were breaking off into couples, she noticed, and some of them went into the interior of the apartment while others began dancing closely to the slow insistent beat of soft music coming from the stereo set. There was something openly provocative about how the dancers thrust their bodies up against one another in a kind of grinding movement that matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified music. It was as though the dim colored lights in the room had given them new identities and they were free to do what they pleased in the shadows. Through the hallucinatory flicker of the strobe light, Liz made out the embracing forms of one couple who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other. The man ran his hands over the woman's full sensuous tits, and the woman wrapped her hands around the man's asscheeks, pulling his groin to hers as though they were in a standing copulation position. Good God, the two of them were actually dry humping right out in the open where everyone could see! But Liz doubted whether the others paid the least attention. They were too much a part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm of their own bodies.
"Isn't it interesting?" Kevin asked with a kind of animal purr in his voice when he sat down again beside her, another martini for her. He took her emptied glass from her hand and gave her the fresh one.
"I-I didn't even know you'd come back," she stammered and automatically took the drink from him.
"Oh, you were preoccupied with not missing anything," he laughed, gesturing his head toward the couple she had been watching. "But see there. That couple you can barely see over there should be of interest. The blond hair is clear."
The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe made it almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of the two bodies he was indicating, but they too were thrusting back and forth against one another in time to the music. But eventually, as though she were putting together a puzzle, Liz focused with some clarity on the man's body. His clothing was too usual for its familiarity to mean anything, but she was soon certain that it was indeed Tom's body. It was Tom's mouth pressing against the blond woman's lips. After all her years of marriage, she would recognize him in the dimmest corner.
Kevin sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as she sat up and leaned forward on the couch. Her response had been automatic, however, and she made no move to resist Kevin's cautionary gesture. Furthermore, she found that the shock of suddenly recognizing her husband's form made her legs feel strangely watery, as though if she tried to stand she would collapse. She had not expected to feel that way. Then she felt the softness of her titties crushed tightly against Kevin's chest and she pulled back.
She recklessly gulped down her drink although she knew she was several martinis over her limit now. She sat for a moment in stunned silence as Tom and the other woman continued dancing to a low primitively sensual voice on the stereo. The arms of the couple were hooked around each other's backs, their groins locked in an obscenely gyrating embrace. Wild thoughts of abruptly denouncing Tom in front of everyone raced through Liz's mind, but she knew she had decided against such a course of action in more thoughtful moments. Yet something was happening to her that she didn't understand. She was feeling a totally foreign recklessness. What would he do next, she wondered! She didn't just wonder, either. She was positively famished to know!
Then, dumbbell that she was, it hit her like a bolt of lightning that the little blond he was dancing so obscenely with was, of course, Natalie! Her large, full upswinging tits were barely reaching to the base of his chest, and the long swathe of bleached blond hair that hung down her back obviously belonged to her daughter-in-law. Now, did she have to ask what was going to happen next?
"That's Natalie, all right," Kevin sighed as though reading his mother's thoughts.
Liz had been so involved in watching Tom and Natalie that she had not noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a similar performance. Everyone seemed to be getting to that sooner or later, she thought wryly. She felt Kevin's arm nudge her softly in the side, however.
"Looks like the exhibitionists are taking over," he said with a mock innocence that was almost funny to her reeling, changing mind.
Liz sipped from her new martini and peered through the darkness at the figures of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a neighboring couch. The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the man's groin. She had pulled the front of her dress right down to her waist, and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread and openly exposed loins. Suddenly, the man reached toward the girl's frilly blouse and pulled it completely open. The young woman was wearing no brassiere, and her naked tits popped out, quivering slightly, and the room seemed silent. A new record began playing on the stereo. It sounded strangely unfamiliar in style to Liz, exotic, and its rhythms matched the lewd uninhibited movements of the lovers who had slipped to the couch. "This is the second stage of the party," Kevin said almost inaudibly. "After this comes stage three when everyone disappears into the bedrooms and down the hall into a friend's apartment or just curl up on the couches right here."
Liz nodded paralyzed, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going on in front of her. She could see the details of the two bodies that were now half naked, with disturbing clarity. The girl was lying spread-eagled in the center of the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a cushion, her face contorted with ecstasy. The man pulled his pants partially down his thighs and kneeled between her naked widely spread legs, running his lips up and down her body. He sucked her heaving tits into softly quivering hardness and then traced a path down to the flat plane of her spasmodically jerking stomach and inner thighs. The girl writhed beneath his steadily flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to the lightly trembling flesh of her belly.
Kevin lit a cigarette, although he didn't often smoke, and handed it to his mother. In a mechanical response, she raised it to her lips and continued watching the couple's strange performance, which had mesmerized her into a mute acceptance of whatever might happen next. No, she hadn't wanted to come here, and it was against her best inclinations to stay any longer, but she was compelled now to keep an eye on Tom, for some reason. She dragged again on the cigarette that Kevin had given her. It had an odd sweet taste and it burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost soothed her, adding to the general light-headed feeling that she had felt come and go all evening.
"What in the world is this I'm smoking, Kevin?" she whispered.
"Hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone.
"You're kidding," she exclaimed under her breath, and when he only smiled, she was convinced that he was indeed kidding and paid it no more attention. Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room. The woman was beautiful and had red hair, redder than her own, she thought as she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch. It was odd, but she found herself almost identifying with the prone figure whose mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture as the man continued licking and teasing at her nakedly exposed white flesh and working her into a fever pitch of excitement. Perhaps it was all those martinis mingling with her own repressed sexual desires that created the feeling of wicked participation in the almost pagan ritual, but Liz let the speculation slip, from her mind and continued to watch.
The man placed himself in position over the young redhead's rapidly rising and falling belly. He was kneeling now between her widely spread thighs, his hands moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin, his fingers splaying out the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips. Then he bobbed his head as he slowly parted the soft curl-fringed opening to expose the wetly glistening slit of the woman's hungering cunt. His head pushed in closer between the trembling outstretched legs, his wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the warmly quivering center of raw nerves at the top of the slit. A low animal moan mewled out from the woman's lips and she arched her writhing groin up more tightly against the man's dipping head, her hips beginning a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the fucking of his wetly slavering tongue. The groans erupted again and again in soft sputtering sounds from her chest, and her upper torso shimmied like a belly dancer's squirming in an audible swish as her wildly writhing shoulders pushed back onto the spongy cushions of the couch.
Liz Rouelle's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting lustfully beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins. She drew in on the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand into a flowering prism of lewd sensation that spread out from the top of her head, tingling in tiny electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine. Her own torso began swaying to the low reedlike music, and the rhythmic movements of the man and woman on the couch, her warmly palpitating cuntal lips pressing through the sheer tight-fitting material of her dress into the soft cushion that cupped her loins. A dim awareness of why she had come here and what she didn't want to do floated through her consciousness. It had something to do with her husband. He was here with Natalie, who was… who was… Well she had seen them dancing, and she had seen them dry fucking, but all that could wait. She would take care of everything, but not right now. Oh, God! What was happening to her?
Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Kevin's hand circling down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly throbbing nipples and touching them ever so slightly, then slowly spiraling back again and tugging on their stiffening little tips, and she knew she should resist, but she couldn't recall why! They had made beautiful love together. Why should she stop him now? He continued his teasing and massaging, and suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly tingling belly until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic band of her panties. She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the sensuously searching fingers with some vague idea that this was something no one else should be allowed to see, but her hand didn't go where she had directed it. It fell with a feathery lightness on the edge of his hip, then slid with a purpose of its own to his thigh where she could feel the warmly throbbing head of his growing cock pressing against the material of his slacks.
"Oh, my God," she coughed and seized the blunt head of his veined prick, veined so hard she could feel the ridges through his pants. "We-we can't, really, oh, Kevin. We must not!"
However, the reality of the action going on in front of her was now a part of her own being. The woman's wildly squirming body levered up beneath the man's head that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to climax. Suddenly, another figure moved into the arc of light centering on the two figures splayed out across the couch. Liz's eyes squinted and she jerked back in a new jolt of astonishment. Another man stood before the couch, completely naked, his enormous lewd pole of a bloated cock jutting out from his groin like a giant inflamed spike. A low uneasy stirring in the hushed room accompanied the appearance of the new participant as he pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy blood-engorged instrument and began jerking himself into further hardness. From where Liz was sitting, it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous organ, but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in the man's hand that continued pummeling the lewd shaft into complete erection. The woman leaned her head back, catching sight of the man costumed only in his naked skin, and she opened her mouth, running her tongue salaciously across the edges of her gaping lips.
The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward the widely stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an obscenely sucking fish. Liz held her breath. She was certain the girl would choke from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her mouth, the thick turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a heavily clenched fist. But she didn't. She moved her head and sucked hungrily as though she had waited all eternity for the moment. Meanwhile, the other hunched figure increased the rapidly licking ministrations of the girl's loins, worming his tongue snake-like in through her cuntal walls, then slithering it out of the moistly glistening crack and running his tongue up the exposed outer flanges of her pussy. One of the girl's hands rested on the man's head while he fucked into her groin, and the other cradled the semen-bloated testicles beneath the tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering hotly into her mouth from above.
Oh, God! The girl was getting it at both sides; she was taking on both of them at once! Liz had never seen or heard about things like this. Yes, she had read about orgies, but for her they had been something out of a fairytale world she had never thought of in any kind of real terms. She had not thought of them as full of real, hotly panting bodies in the actual flesh, who suffered real passion and sucked at one another's genitals as the three of these strangers were doing now! Suddenly the truth of the stories she had heard came to her detached consciousness with astounding insight. This was a pagan ritual that was still being enacted and repeated inside a history of which she was a moving part. Her hands gripped at Kevin's rapidly enlarging cock through the rough material of his pants while her own son thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tightly fitting sheath, coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that puckered in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing cuntal lips! And she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the catapulting of her emotions as he touched her, and she watched the woman with the red hair succumb to the depraved sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that was rampantly slicing through her lips.
Every once in awhile, Tom Rouelle lifted his head to the spectacle, enjoying the interplay of his own toying manipulations of Natalie's large smoothly uplifting titties and the wild action going on a few feet away from him. Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck. There really had been a convention which he could skip, and now Natalie was purring kittenishly and rubbing her pussy against his crotch as though she wanted to fuck him right here in front of everybody. He wasn't quite ready for that, but the new sense of freedom that Natalie and especially this party brought into his life made him aware of all sorts of possibilities. He looked down at the squirming redheaded woman being worked over by the two men and felt his already overheated cock jerk out into greater blood-filled hardness. He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks and bulge its steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little slit. She was a pretty thing, this little Natalie, and she had sucked and fucked him royally when he had helped her that day put the apartment together. In a few minutes, he would be returning the compliment by screwing her right in the same mattress but a little flatter and roomier, he suspected.
"Look," Natalie's voice spoke softly, and she clamped her fingers around his hard erect prick. "She's really going crazy. God, Tom, I'd love to have two men come on me that way!"
It was true about the woman, and Tom laughed, but uneasily. The girl's face on the couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovaling lips clasping and unclasping over his long blood-thick pole. The man grunted, his eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the redheaded woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who continued the ravishment of her loins.
Natalie Rouelle's hands moved with greater insistence over her father-in-law's erect blood-swollen cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his cotton shorts.
"God, you feel big, big boy!" she whispered with a chuckle and pulled her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their underwear prevented complete access to each other. "Later, I want you to put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my demanding cunt at the same time just like that one's licking her!" Tom gasped and pulled open Natalie's robe-like dress so that her tits faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes. He leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were others in the room who might be watching. But a quick look around the room assured him that they were as involved in gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio on the couch, and hell, he thought, if they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole thing. He was quite sure that each woman he saw around was kissing some man not her husband. He saw a woman from time to time that later on he thought he might get to. Natalie had mentioned something about two guys, and the thought of two women, one that he could fingerfuck or suck while he fucked his cock hotly into another defenseless grasping cunt sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.
The three on the couch in front of him were now building toward simultaneous orgasm. The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling lewd hardness into the hot recesses of her silky, thirsty cunt, while the crouched man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance up and down over the end of his smoothly fucking prick as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust.
Tom felt his own heavily pulsing prick leap up into his daughter-in-law's hand in an obscene sympathetic response. She squeezed gently through his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-engorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest. In turn, he wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris, swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan from her chest. Natalie jerked back a halfstep, her eyes gaping toward the couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous blood-filled cock lurch convulsively in his pelvis, his mouth opening wide in an uncontrolled groan of climax as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of the redheaded girl's warmly sucking mouth.
Meanwhile, the man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands, his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin. The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, the double impalement driving her to electrically charged gurglings of ecstasy. She was a depraved picture of insane animal lust. Her head sucked hungrily up the huge disengorging cock and her long red hair splayed out in abandon across her round quivering tits as the man skewering into her cunt met her orgasm with a crushing jerk of his asscheeks, exploding into her moistly clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crack between her legs.
Then Tom found himself being guided through near darkness by Natalie's hand on his arm. The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor while she led him toward the back rooms of the apartment. His mind was a blur of confused thoughts. Yes, he wanted to fuck Natalie again, just like that woman had been screwed a few minutes earlier on the coach, yet he sensed something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was pulling at him.
They stopped in front of a door and she produced a key.
"I wanted to be sure we had a place," she told him, "so I locked our bedroom."
Tom looked down at the blond girl, her face appearing innocent in the erratic light coming from the living room. His lovely little daughter-in-law nudged her soft plaint body closer to him, easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp found the erect throbbing head of his blood-inflated cock immediately, and she squeezed his warmly pulsing hardness, jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly across hers, and he fucked his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth. "Come on," she spoke softly as the door opened.
"You're an anxious little thing," Tom breathed into her ear. "What's your hurry? Are you afraid that Kevin will come home early and catch us?"
"Hah!" she laughed. "Don't be ridiculous," she quipped and turned into the room. Exactly what was ridiculous about the possibility of Kevin's catching them, he couldn't imagine, but Tom had begun to put two and two together. He doubted very much that Kevin or Natalie cared about the other's transgressions. Natalie very likely knew that Kevin was shacked up with another woman at this very moment. She probably even knew who she was! Maybe Kevin knew who Natalie was going to fuck! But that was the style nowadays, and it had always been Tom's style when he could find anyone with whom to indulge. He was glad to think Kevin hadn't been completely spoiled by his mother.
Natalie walked into the room ahead of him, closing the door before flicking on a light. She turned the key in the lock again and then sat on the bed. Pointing to a bottle on the dresser, she asked Tom if he would like some sherry. They had been drinking old fashions all night.
Tom poured them each a glass of cream sherry before he ever saw that a huge mirror had been put up on the wall next to the bed. As he approached his pretty little daughterin-law, she watched for a moment, and then in a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, she opened her robe-like dress, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body. He swallowed hard, handing her one of the glasses, and he sat down at the edge of the bed beside her.
"Aaawww, take your pants off," she purred and slid over closer to him. "I want to suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."
Natalie placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Tom stood up, permitting her to work his slacks down his asscheeks to his knees. He did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his groin; then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his asscheeks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.
"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his stiffened fleshy rod in her hand. "I never thought it could feel good this way!"
Tom Rouelle looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in which she was embracing him. She had hooked her legs around his waist like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking while she continued massaging and jerking at his blood-engorged cock and fondling the velvety sac of his balls in her hands. The surging of lewdly ensnarling bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her tits crushed against his back while her rapidly pumping hand increased its milking clasp over the hard-veined shaft of his lewd cock, sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through his tensed body. He had to get that cock of his into her desirous mouth and it better be quick! He wanted to see her sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as he had seen the woman in the living room devouring that other man's hard rod. Only Tom would reserve his hot spurts of creamy cum for the warm silky confines of her tight sweet cunt. He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense momentarily. Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck, and he drew his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her onto the mattress beside him. "The light. Put out the light," Natalie cried out between lusty gasps for breath. "If I'm going to suck you off right, I have to have atmosphere."
Tom jumped up, knocking one of the sherry glasses over on the floor, and switched off the overhead light. Then returning, he lay down, leaning back on the bed, feeling her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly until her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery red head of his cock. Slowly she began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument. God Almighty, he thought, when had he ever known such ecstasy? He sure as hell had a lucky son. Imagine coming home to this after work every night! Idly, even though it was silly, he dreamed of asking his son if he wouldn't like to swap houses!