Harry Sommers stood where he was for a moment, his laughter gradually settling down into a wide, toothy grin. Everything had gone just as he'd planned, even better than he'd planned. Now if his wife had only been as successful in her part of the bargain
"Gay?" he called, and then smiled at his voluptuous young wife as she came out from behind an inconspicuous bamboo curtain set up in one corner of the room. dressed in a provocative housecoat that barely concealed the dark aureolas of her firmly ample breasts.
"That was quite a performance darling." Gay smiled back at him. "You almost had me convinced you meant it."
"Ah, but I did," Harry teased. "Every word."
"Fuck you" the beautiful brunette said good-naturedly.
"Right now?" Harry asked with surprise.
Gay laughed, and crossed the room to press her ripely seductive body against that of her husband.
"You are completely incorrigible, dear husband. Did you know that?"
"Well, I should be," Harry grinned. "I work damn hard at it."
Again they both laughed, and Harry brought his wife over toward the sofa.
"Did you get the pictures?" he asked.
"Of course I did. Have you ever known me to fail? But I was worried for a minute that she'd hear me."
"The way she was bombed? Where are they?" Gay moved across the room, and brought back a Polaroid camera and four fresh pictures from behind the bamboo screen, spreading them out for her husband on the coffee table.
"Nice, don't you think?" she queried.
Harry nodded his head, and examined all the pictures closely. The best one was where the young wife had her head thrown back while he held a nipple in one hand and used the other hand up between her legs. What made it so good was Jill's wanton expression, her sensuous lips wetly parted, the look of hot implacable hunger on her face! It was too bad he hadn't been able to go all the way with the innocent little Jill Parker, but there would soon be other chances for that, especially if the plan worked out as well as it had in the past. Besides, the four pictures spread before him were damning enough.
"Harry," Gay said, lifting her husband's face from his perusal of the photographs, "Do you think Tom Parker will buy all this? I mean you said he thought his wife was frigid, and if that's so..
"Of course he'll buy it," Harry answered her. "What husband wouldn't buy it, when he sees pictures like these? And besides, since he thinks his wife is frigid with him, it'll make him all the more angry when he thinks she isn't as cold with somebody else. Don't you remember, that's just the way it was with the Barnett's."
Gay nodded, and moved to the sofa. Just six months ago, in fact, she and Harry had used very much this same plan to initiate John and Laura Barnett into their little club. John Barnett had been at that time a freshman copy editor with Jamieson Advertising, and had in many ways resembled Tom Parker. And now, he and his wife were two of the most exciting and innovative members of Jamieson Advertising's unofficial and clandestine swap club.
Gay stretched her sensually alluring body out on the sofa, allowing the robe she was wearing to fall partially open, and reveal her warm nakedness underneath. She smiled as she saw her husband's eyes follow the slit in her robe down the length of her provocatively exposed body.
"Why don't you come on over here and stretch out, darling?" she breathed, with seductiveness. "You must be all hot and bothered after your little performance with the cute little Mrs. Parker."
Harry smiled at his wife, and crossed to the sofa. Goddamn, but she was the most perceptive wife a man could hope to have. She had seen immediately that the episode with Jill Parker, though deliberately planned, had still left him excited from the sight and feel of the young woman's enticingly innocent young body, and his wanton excitement always excited her in turn.
"Why, what could you have in mind, Mrs. Sommers?" Harry teased, as he sat beside her.
"Oh nothing, dear, nothing at all…" But her actions belied her words as she carelessly began to unbutton his shirt, and undo the belt and zipper of his pants.
"You know," Harry said joyfully, "I think this is going to be one of the best weeks our little club has ever had… what do you think?"
"Well, that depends on how much work you boys have to do during the week to keep up the pretense of a business conference. By the way, you never told me who was coming this week." Gay leaned up to kiss her husband's neck and ears, letting her warm tongue snake inside the little shell briefly, then trail down the firm line of his jaw. He shivered as her hand dipped inside the open fly of his trousers, and began to rub the growing bulge in his underwear.
"Well, the Barnetts are coming, as usual," Harry managed to say through the moans that his wife's expert manipulation of his genitals were beginning to elicit from him. "And then… then there's the Wellingtons and… uhhh… and the Prescotts this time."
"Oh that's nice. I like Will Prescott." Gay made her voice matter of fact to contrast with the increased tempo of her hands on her husbands now rigidly stiffened penis. Then, feigning surprise, she suddenly looked down at the huge mound straining to release itself from the confines of his underwear, and brought a mock innocent quality to her voice.
"Oh my, did I do that… all by myself?"
Harry grinned, looking down at his wife fondly; Damn, but she was some fine woman; he'd yet to find a better fuck, and Christ knew he'd done enough fucking in his lifetime, especially after he became president at Jamieson and married Gay. She was one in a million; each time he was with her was better than the last, and the more and diversified number of men she had relations with, the better she was for him. They complimented each other perfectly, teaching one another all that they knew, physically, and they were an ideal mental match as well. He was a Goddamned lucky man, all right. He reminded himself of that often.
"Mmmmm?" Gay repeated, her hand not stopping in its maddening caresses, "Did I do that?"
"You know you did, baby. But the question is what you're going to do about it."
"I don't suppose you'd have any suggestions?"
"Well, I could think of a few."
"But I bet I could think of more," Gay smiled, and slowly stood up from the sofa and began to slip her robe off her shoulders. Tantalizingly, her eyes smoky and heavily-lidded she let the garment fall op en, fall off her shoulders, slide down along her smooth creamy skin to puddle at her feet. She stood before him completely naked, then raised her hands to cup the full firm mounds of her breasts, kneading them like a lover would, thumbs playing over the swollen berry-like nipples. Harry's hot eyes watched her, drinking in the beauty of her unblemished flesh, the perfection of her fleecy pubic hair framing the wet, pink folds of her insatiable and yet still tight cunt, the slender columns of her long tapering legs with their soft fleshy inner thighs.
Gay reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the sofa and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wantonly inviting pose, exposing to his eyes the full, wetly palpitating expanse of her cuntal passage and the erect clitoris which nestled teasingly down in the soft dark pubic curls. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Get naked, lover," she said, and it was a command. "Get naked right now!"
Harry obeyed. In all else, he was lord and master – but in the bedroom with this carnal woman, he was her slave and he knew that and accepted it. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Quickly, he undressed, throwing his clothing over a chair to one side. Then he was nude, and his great, blood-red trembling cock stood out from his groin like some great craggy promontory from a wall of granite, its unseeing eye seeping clear droplets of seminal fluid as if in anticipation of what was soon to come.
"Lie down," Gay commanded, staring at his eagerly throbbing cock and licking her lips as if already tasting the pungent fluid swirling around in the warm, secret caverns of her hungry mouth. "Lie down next to me, lover."
"Are you going to suck me off?" Harry asked with trembling excitement.
"If you're a good boy," Gay said temptingly.
"If you're a good boy, I'll suck you and suck you and suck every last drop of your delicious hot cum from your lovely balls. Is that what you'd like me to do, lover?"
"Yes, yes, Jesus yes!"
Gay lowered her right hand and began to lightly stroke her own flat belly with her fingertips, her eyes on his face now, unblinking as she watched his growing expression of lust and hunger. She began to tease the softness of her pubic mound, trailing her hand down between her widespread legs so that she was rubbing in a slow, even tempo the warm moistness of her cuntal mouth, teasing her already erect clitoris with her index finger. "And after I suck you off, you'll eat me alive, won't you, lover?" she asked him in an almost hypnotic voice. "You'll put your head up between my legs and stick your long beautiful tongue in my cunt, won't you? You'll lick my pussy like a thirsty dog lapping water, lick it and lick it, just like I'm playing with it right now, won't you, lover honey?"
Her lewdly promising words had lashed Harry to a fever pitch of excitement, and his sperm-bloated balls felt as if they would explode any second. With a soft moan, he threw himself on the wide sofa, took Gay into his arms and began to shower her face and neck and breasts with hotly eager kisses. She laughed, holding him tightly for a moment, before her hand dropped to find his long turgid penis, and stroke it lovingly. Then she drew back from him and whispered softly, "You're a good boy, all right, lover. You're a good boy, and now I'm going to give you your reward."
His body was vibrating as if he had just stuck two fingers in a wall plug. He lay there, watching, as Gay got up onto all fours and nakedly crawled along the sofa until she was poised teasingly above his wide-splayed thighs. Oh Jesus, this was what he liked the best of all, when she went down on him! She could suck cock like no woman, anywhere, in any era; she was the best, the best, the absolute best
He watched her with fevered excitement, raising his head up as he always did so that he wouldn't miss one single moment of the excruciatingly pleasurable act. He saw Gay lower her head almost to the tip of his quiveringly expectant cock, stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then between the palms of both in a maddeningly gentle caress. Moans of sheer ecstasy escaped his lips, and he wanted to tell her to hurry, to suck him, suck him now, now before he came, but he knew that he didn't dare say a word. Even if he came while she was playing with him like that, that was the price he would have to pay. He had cum before just from her rubbing his wildly excited cock that way, shot his load all over that sweet, hovering face of hers; but she hadn't been angry. She had only licked away as much of his cum as she could with her tongue, and kissed him soundly, and promptly got him hard again so she could suck him off properly.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Gay. finally began to move her head down to his desire-thickened penis, holding it steady between the palms of her hands. Then Harry felt the incredible softness of her wetly parted lips close over the sensitive head of his hotly pulsating shaft, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening, drinking up the lubrication fluid there.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhh!" Harry moaned in abject abandonment, and his hands lowered involuntarily to wrap themselves in her dark hair as he drove the full length of his massive hardness deep into the soft, warm confines of her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Gay wailed in approval, and then she drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness seeping from the tip again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically with all the practiced expertise he had come to revel in over the years. He watched her tightly ovalled lips working on his penis, watched the soft red circle of her mouth pulled outward and then shoved back again as she sawed her face up and down the full length of his rigidly swollen cock. His loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, his great pillar of hot male flesh disappearing with each hard inward thrust into her rounded wet mouth going in so far that only a very small portion of his thick meaty cock showed blood-red from her lipstick and wetly glistening with his wife's hot saliva. Her tongue, with nerve-shattering lickings on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust within his mouth, making the rigid head jerk and convulse as though it, too, were alive and capable of independent action. She sucked voraciously, her breasts dancing wildly below her pumping head, twin globes of soft loveliness which added immeasurably to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.
His lips formed the words of encouragement which he wanted to say aloud, but couldn't:
"Suck, baby, suck me, suck me, that's it, keep sucking me, keep sucking me!" At that moment he didn't care one Goddamned about Jill Parker or about all the women he'd fucked in his life; women Gay had helped him conquer in exchange for the privilege of sucking and fucking their husbands; he didn't give one damn for any of them but Gay, his Gay, his wonderful cock-sucking wife.
And she slaved below, her nakedly kneeling body glistening from tiny droplets of lust-sweat. Her right hand had gone down between her legs, and she was inserting her outstretched middle finger into the hot, wetly waiting entrance to her vagina. She slid it all the way in to her palm, drew it out to the nail, slid it in again. Faster and faster she fingered herself as she sucked her husband's hotly throbbing shaft of male flesh, her smoothly rounded buttocks heaving and twisting in the air and her sensually swaying breasts doing an insane dance.
The sheer lasciviousness of the sight caused the pressure to build unbearably in Harry's sperm laden balls. He shoved his loins up hard against her face, needing release of the maddening buildup of churning semen m his scrotum, knowing that he was going to cum any second now, cum, cum, cum…
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption happen, felt the first jet of white-hot cum leap along the passage of his wildly jerking cock. He gasped, his lips pulled back across his teeth as if he were in mortal agony, and then his massively swelling penis began to flood his wife's mouth without advance warning. Rush after rush of burning hot semen bloated her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from strangling, mewling and crooning her delight at the thick liquid which he was favoring her taste buds with, finger-fucking herself into a climax with her madly working middle finger.
"Oooooohhhhh!" cried Harry, his hands working spasmodically in her hair now, seeing his own white hot cum spill out around his cock at the corners of his wife's mouth, spill out and form thick white puddles on his pubic hair as she gluttonously sucked and nibbled his still ejaculating cock while her own nakedly aroused body shuddered and trembled in the throes of her own consuming orgasm.
Then, finally, it was over and Gay collapsed across Harry's lower belly, his rapidly deflating cock slipping from her warm mouth with a soft, obscene plopping sound. She ran her tongue over her semen smeared lips, licking into her mouth every last vestige of his juices, and then she lowered her head to nuzzle and lick his balls and his now-deflated cock in thankfulness. Then, after a time, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue sliding between his teeth to fill his throat; he accepted it gratefully.
They lay there for awhile, and then Gay said, "How did you like that, lover? Was it as good as always?"
"Jesus!" Harry whispered. It was all he could say.
His wife laughed softly. "I guess I haven't lost my touch. I guess Tom Parker won't be too disappointed with me tomorrow."
"Disappointed?" Harry emitted a long, contented sigh, and then put voice to what he had been thinking earlier. "He doesn't know how Goddamned lucky he's going to be."
"You're sweet, lover," Gay said, and then she moved beside him, taking his hand and gliding it down over her sweat-slick belly to the warm pulsating wetness of her cunt. "And now you have to reciprocate for what I just did for you. You have to suck my hot little cunt." Again, it was a command, but Harry didn't care; after what she had just done for him, he would have obeyed any order she gave him. He would have licked her asshole if she'd wanted him to… Come to think of it, that wasn't a bad idea.
Smiling, feeling his wetly glistening cock begin to stir again, Harry moistened his lips and slid down the sofa to where his wife's warmly throbbing pussy waited for him in all its hot, moist splendor, and her tiny puckered anus lay nestled teasingly below it.
Jill Parker lay on the bed in her room, feeling miserable and never more alone. The… near-rape by Harry Sommers, coming as a result of her own foolish drunkenness, had been the one crushing blow to cap a day filled with unhappiness and portensions of a final marital split between Tom and herself He hadn't been home when she came rushing back to the room after fleeing Sommers, and now she wondered if maybe Harry had been right in thinking Tom was out somewhere, "getting his.". No, that wasn't possible, Jill thought. Whatever else Tom was; he wasn't a cheat; he wouldn't be unfaithful to her. Would he? Oh God, she didn't know what to believe anymore.
It was dark in the room and hot, and after awhile Jill got up and undressed, and put on her light pajamas. She slid beneath the cool sheets on the double bed and tried to sleep, but she found herself worrying about Tom and wondering where he had gone off to. Probably someplace to get drunk; God, she hoped not! He was… well, he was almost like an animal when he was drinking heavily. Not that he beat her up or anything, but he became incredibly demanding, and if she didn't respond.
An involuntary shudder passed through Jill's slender body, but it wasn't only from the thought of Tom and his demanding ways when drunk. No, it was a shudder born of fear – yes, and of guilt and shame at her own shortcomings. She didn't want to lose Tom, didn't want to face the coming years and decades alone or with some other man. She was a dependent woman, she knew that too, and yet to be totally submissive, the way he wanted her to be, seemed a simple impossibility.
The sound of the front door being pulled open startled Jill out of her reverie. She raised up in the bed, and then the door slammed shut. There was the heavy trod of Tom's steps, and then a crashing sound as if he'd walked into a table or something in the darkness. "Fucking son of a bitch!" she heard him exclaim, and she winced at the harsh vulgarity of the words and at their slurred pronunciation, for that indicated that Tom had been drinking and drinking heavily..
Seconds later he came into the bedroom, stood framed in the doorway holding onto the jamb and leaning heavily against it. His hair was disheveled, and his clothing seemed oddly rumpled Feeling a constriction in her throat, thinking that perhaps he had gotten into a fight or fallen and hurt himself, Jill overcame her fear of him and reached over to switch on the nightstand lamp.
Tom blinked, lifting one hand to shade his eyes, then squinted at Jill lying in bed. She was relieved to see that he was all right, that he hadn't been hurt in some way. "Tom," she said, "I -"Oh, so you're up, eh?" he said drunkenly, and she knew then that he was more than a little intoxicated. "What the fuck? Don't tell me you were waiting for me? Hah! That'll be the Goddamned day when you wait up for me"
"Tom, please!"
"Tom, please!" he mimicked in a high pitched falsetto. "Bullshit on that! You'll lie there and take what I dish out, baby. You Goddamned well better, you frigid little bitch."
Jill felt hot tears of humiliation sear her eyes.
She lay back down, drawing the sheet up to her throat again, her eyes wide and staring at her huge, powerful husband. Tom stared back at her for a moment, and then a familiar ugly grin spread across his face. "I'm drunk, you know that?" he said. "But I'm not too drunk to tear off a little piece of that ice cold ass of yours. What say, Jill? How about if we fuck?"
"No, Tom!" The callousness in her husband's voice, the remembered savagery, frightened her and made the tears flow hotter and faster.
"Yes, goddamn yes!" shouted Tom, and he lunged at the bed, throwing himself onto it and pulling the sheet away from Jill's chin. She tried to scramble away from him, out of bed, but he held her imprisoned in his arms. Then he reached out one hand and caught her in the neck of her pajama tops. Mercilessly, he tugged downward, slowly popping the little pearl buttons off and tearing the material, exposing one of Jill's full, proudly upthrust breasts to his lusting eyes. He covered the creamy-white globe with his hand, cruelly squeezing the sensitive little nipple and pain slashed through her as he pinched the naked tip.
"Oh God, please… please, Tom, be gentle… please be gentle
He didn't reply, but his demanding wet mouth lowered to greedily mash itself against her soft red lips; he reeked of drink but he didn't let up, forcing her mouth open wide to accept his moistly probing tongue to accept his saliva with her own while his hand continued to squeeze and manipulate her tender breast with a calculated, drunken sadism. Then, suddenly, he drew back and leered down at her.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. And if you respond to it, then maybe we can save this Goddamn farce we call a marriage, after all."
Jill could only lie there with fear and revulsion showing on her face while Tom ripped at his clothes and flung them wildly from his muscular young body. Then, when he had lowered his shorts, she saw his huge, thick tree stump of a penis, growing and expanding with pumping blood until it seemed to her to be ready to burst. He reached down and stroked its mammoth girth, making forward thrusts of his pelvis in a lewd pantomime of copulation.
"Going to fuck you silly, Jill Baby, going to luck you silly."
The terrified young wife stared at the bulbous head of her husband's massively erected penis as he stroked it, and her eyes were wide with hypnotic disbelief at what was about to happen. She was going to be violated, raped by her own husband so soon after almost being raped by his boss. She wanted to scream out at him, tell him about Sommers and what he had tried to do, but she knew it would be useless, that he was too drunk to comprehend or to care even if he did; the only thing on his mind now was her, was violating her soft, warm body with that terribly swollen penis of his.
Her husband reached down, then, and wrenched the sheets all the way off the bed. His fevered hands grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them off in a single motion, leaving her naked and trembling before his hot devouring eyes. He stared at her soft, hair-fringed vagina, so warm looking with its tiny clitoris quivering in the secret nest formed up between her legs by the downy soft pubic curls. Saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth, and his impatiently throbbing cock leapt in anticipation. He had to fuck her! Now, right now!
He threw himself down upon the nakedly trembling woman, unmindful of her soft pleading cry for mercy. He held her wild, straining form, pinioning her helplessly with his hard-muscled, tensed chest. Her honey blonde hair flailed violently from side to side, and her lovely face contorted in terror, but he ignored that just as he had ignored her terrified pleas.
And then he fucked her… without love and without tenderness. He was ready, had been that entire day, and the drinking had only enhanced the state of his wildly unpredictable arousal and his need. He forced himself brutally on top of his young wife, spreading her long, curved legs wide, his hips falling heavily between them to wedge her fearfully cringing cunt into a widespread defenseless position. If it had not been for her earlier excitement with Sommers, unwitting though it had been, she would have been ripped apart as he thrust his blood engorged head savagely between the petal like lips of her warmly helpless cunt. He ground his pelvis into her, sending his lust-thickened cock firing like a molten arrow deep, deep into her painfully stretched vagina to slam the swollen head painfully off her cervix.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Jill screamed in agony, and flailed her legs out on either side of his body in a vain attempt to escape his barbaric impalement. This only caused Tom to stroke harder and harder, making his huge turgid cock fill every inch of her hotly quivering passage and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls slap with resounding thuds on the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks.
Then he raised up slightly, leering insanely at her, and commanded, "Look! Goddamn you, look at what I'm doing; lift your head and look down at my cock, at my cock in your tight little cunt.
In spite of herself, Jill's eyes opened and she stared down between her nakedly trembling breasts to where his massively throbbing shaft was embedded in her hideously stretched cuntal lips, at their entwined pubic hairs, her softly yielding vagina grasping his long hard cock like a tender open mouth as he dipped and stroked mercilessly into the tortured little hole up between her widespread thighs.
She cried out her pain and her torment to him, but as before her cries went unheeded, fell on deaf ears. Harder and faster Tom fucked in her frantically squirming cunt, a crazed bull without any feeling except the one in his wildly pistoning cock and loins. His total commitment was to the fucking of the lush young woman beneath him, and to the complete subjugation of her. He knew he was close to cumming, he could feel the throbbing, churning build up of cum inside his restlessly seething balls, could feel the softness of her cunt hairs tickling at the base of his thick drubbing maleness as he thrust and stroked and fucked into the tight, warmly clasping vagina of his wailing young wife. He locked his hungry wet mouth to one of her fearfully trembling breasts, biting down on the nipple until she shrieked with added pain to that which she felt in her inhumanly stretched vagina.
"You're hurting me, you're killing me!" Jill screamed. But her arms were pinned to her sides as she felt his huge, hotly throbbing penis filling her belly like some unutterably hideous alien being which had invaded her soft flesh, and felt his cum-bloated testicles slamming lewdly against the wide split crevice of her defenselessly upraised buttocks as he reached down to cup her firm rounded ass cheeks to pull her harder up against his maniacally thrusting pelvis.
Then, suddenly, Tom began to moan like a wounded beast, and Jill knew that he was about to climax. She held herself as rigid as possible, waiting, praying for it to happen and to end so that she would be free of him and his terrible raping penis… And then it happened! She felt his hands dig convulsively into her sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks and his sharp teeth nip her painfully throbbing breast as his wildly jerking cock shot out of control inside her belly; the first spewing explosion of his white hot cum inundated her cervix, spurted thickly and obscenely throughout her ravaged young vagina… and she wanted to vomit. Instead, she clutched wildly at her husband, urging him to finish cumming, to finish draining his wildly spewing penis up into her belly and brutally stretched cuntal channel. Tom grunted and moaned and ejaculated great rivers of molten semen until it overflowed the warm receptacle of his wife's tightly clasping vagina and the runoff saturated the sheet beneath her buttocks.
Then, offering one final, almost contemptuous spurt of his hotly spewing seed, he collapsed forward. His cock retreated instantly, to shrivel and grow limp and pull with a lewd sucking sound from her ravaged pussy, trailing thin, sticky strands of semen that glistened obscenely in the light from the nightstand lamp; they matted her pubic hair like silver cobwebs, and made her feel as if some evil fungi, some horrible parasite, had attached itself to her and was growing, growing.
She rolled away from her husband, who already was asleep in the aftermath of his satiation, his mouth open and low, contented snores bubbling past his. lips. She stared at this nakedly powerful form for a time, and then little whimpers of total disillusionment. and futility and defeat began to shake her entire young body. Finally, with hot, bitter tears streaming from her soft eyes, Jill got up and went into the other room of the cottage.
She lay down on the couch and covered herself with a thin spread which was draped over its back. She put her head in her arms and cried for a long time… cried for herself, for her husband, and for the futility of their ever living together normally again. And then, finally, mercifully, sleep took her to an unconscious oblivion of her present circumstances, and she dozed fitfully throughout the night.