It was a marvelous thing then to watch Ted. His cock gave a few convulsive jerks inside Maggie, then went limp and slid out of her jism-dripping cunt. His head relaxed onto the pillow, a look of contentment curling his lips into a smile, and his eyes batted three times before snapping shut. Even, heavy breathing began to come from his slightly open mouth and he was asleep.
Maggie changed sides so she could look him in the face. "Come on," she said, tweaking his nose, but she knew it was no use. When Ted conked out, he was dead to the world. She could suck him off and receive at least a minuscule squirt of jism for her trouble, but through it all Ted's eyes would remain shut.
She rolled again and looked toward David and Belinda. They were clearly near the end of their combat, for David's head was tossed back and his neck muscles showed the strain upon him. His fingers clenched the bedspread viciously and his ass rammed forward hard each time he pronged Belinda's sucking cunt.
Already his wife was enjoying a series of little come-bursts. Her head shook, strands of hair flying across her face, some catching upon her wet, open lips, and she was making little purrs of excited response. Her legs twined around David's and suddenly she lifted herself off the bed, rising to meet the cum-squirting jabs of his erupting cock. He sighed heavily and she said "Oh, oh, oh," in quick pants as they clung and came together.
David eased his way out of her, cock shrinking, and a big drop of jism hanging momentarily from its tip before dripping onto his wife's thigh. Her finger shot down to scoop it up and she stuck her tongue out, as if she meant to lick it away. But instead a smile crossed Belinda's face and she extended the finger toward Maggie. "Guests first," she said slyly.
Maggie looked at the cum-wet finger for just a moment, then took hold of Belinda's wrist and sucked the digit into her mouth. The flavor of David's jism was memorable and delicious, as before, but Maggie continued to suckle Belinda's finger long after the cum had been taken away. It was a strange, different feeling – just like sucking a long, pencil-thin cock, Maggie mused – and it resembled nothing else in her experience. There was a tangy fresh flavor to Belinda's warm flesh and Maggie tasted it greedily.
David shook his head. "It looks as if your mate is out of it," he told Maggie.
She nodded. "He sleeps like a log. I just hope I can wake him up so we can get home. God, it must be late."
Belinda stretched across the bed, craning her neck to look at the clock outside in the hall. "It's only ten-thirty. Besides – tomorrow is Saturday. He doesn't have to work. Why not just let him sleep? The two of you can spend the night here. Can't they, David?"
"Of course," he agreed. "We can sleep till noon and have brunch together."
"See?" Belinda challenged. "What do you say?"
Maggie looked at Ted, snoring like a baby. She'd have a hell of a time rousing him soundly as he was sleeping. "I guess we'll have to," she said.
Belinda took her by the shoulders. "Come on," she said. "You're making it sound like a dreary duty. You and I should get better acquainted, anyway. I think we're going to be very good friends."
"I think we already are," Maggie smiled.
Belinda gave her a Mona Lisa smile in reply before leaning in to kiss Maggie quickly, softly on the cheek. "We can be better friends," she whispered. "Much better."
David cleared his throat. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then lock myself in the study. The Robinson case is coming up – it's obviously entrapment, very classic – and I want to make my opening argument perfect. Anyone want to share the shower with me?"
"Not me," Belinda sang. "I smell funky and I love it! Maggie, how would you like to have a cup of tea? I think it would be just the thing."
"All right," Maggie said. David left the room while she was searching for her clothes and Belinda came to her with a smile.
"Oh, why bother? You can find your things in the morning. Besides, it's fun to be naked in your own house. I do it all the time. Unless my mother is coming to visit. Try it. You'll love it. I guarantee."
"Okay," Maggie laughed. She dropped her bra and followed Belinda out the door. Considerately, the blonde girl turned off the light so Ted could slumber on in the dark.
Belinda poured boiling water into the pot and sat down to wait while the tea brewed up. "This is very good tea," she told Maggie. "A friend of the family married into the State Department and brought this back from Taiwan not long ago."
It was strange, Maggie thought, to be sitting completely naked in a stranger's kitchen, around the corner of a table from an equally naked woman, one who had just shared a bout of sex with Maggie and her husband. And to be talking about the quality of Chinese tea made it even freakier.
Freaky, Maggie thought. That's what PJ would say. She tried to picture her sister, tried to guess what the girl would think, say, do, if she knew her idolized older sibling had just taken the first steps into the revolutionary practice of mate-swapping, and she couldn't. PJ was such a sweet, shy girl, pretty in her own quiet way, but withdrawn. That was the fruit of Daddy's wandering habit. So many moves in so few years – PJ had almost no time to acclimatize herself before they were on their way to some other city.
From Winnipeg, where Maggie and PJ were born, to St. Paul for just a year, then to Omaha, Helena, Boise. And now to California. She wondered how PJ liked the Golden State. Sometimes Maggie regretted the half-contempt that lay between her and her family, but she had Ted's promise that when it was possible he'd take time off and they'd fly out to California for a reunion with her parents and sister.
When she looked up Belinda was pouring tea into her cup. "It's best without sugar or cream," the blonde was saying. "That way you get the natural tea flavor."
Maggie raised the steaming cup to her lips and sipped gently. The tea did have a tangy, different taste without the sweetening overtone of sugar. "It's very good," she complimented.
"Of course it is," Belinda replied. "Madame Chiang wouldn't have anything second-rate."
Belinda sipped her tea for a few moment, her face thoughtful. She looked at Maggie with slit eyes. "Any regrets?" she asked abruptly.
Maggie blushed fetchingly. "No," she confessed. "I really enjoyed it."
"I thought you would," Belinda said. "I thought you were a latent swinger as soon as I saw the picture Ted keeps on his desk. The one of you in the low-cut sundress. You seem to be flirting with the camera lens, in spite of the shy smile. In fact, you reminded me so much of myself that I knew you were a good prospect."
"Of you?"
"Of me," Belinda replied. "Did you think I was born this way? I had to be persuaded and cajoled too. Everyone does."
"I suppose so," Maggie said, "but there's a difference. I mean, you're so much sexier, so much more experienced. I…" Her voice dropped. "Until tonight I'd never had anything to do with another man. Except Ted."
"So what's new?" Belinda challenged. "You were married in white and deserved to be. So was I. David and I did some heavy petting before we were married but neither of us had ever gone all the way. Virgins on a honeymoon – that's what we were, that first night."
"Really?" Maggie asked, unbelieving. She hadn't quite been a virgin when she married. Ted had persuaded her to surrender about the time of their engagement, but the wedding had been a certainty. Until tonight he had been her only man.
"Really," Belinda assured her. "I met David when I was eighteen. He was my date for the prom, our parents arranged it and I knew as soon as I saw him that he was my man. Three years later we were married, and neither of us even thought about other people during that time."
"Then how…"
"Did we get where we are today?" Belinda laughed. "It was like something out of a sex movie. Or a French novel. We'd rented this lovely beach house in North Carolina as a honeymoon hideaway, but when we got there we found that the realtors had rented it to another honeymoon couple for the same weekend. So, there we were. Two couples-David and I, along with Roy and Stephanie-both of us with perfectly valid reservations. Someone decided that, rather than spoil anyone's honeymoon, we should share the house. It was big enough, and I figured that neither of us would be getting in the other's way."
"I was wrong. Roy and Stephanie were newlyweds, true, but they had very progressive ideas, and one of them was that they liked us. The second day the two of them seduced us. To be honest, it didn't take a lot of effort. Oh, David and I had all kinds of secret guilt, and each of us was seriously considering getting a divorce. You know? To save our innocent mate from corruption? But we found out in time that both of us had gotten the same treatment from our house partners and that we'd enjoyed it. So…"
"I see," Maggie nodded. "And ever since…?"
"Ever since," Belinda smiled. "We found out gradually that other people in Dawson liked to swing, too, and we've had no trouble finding congenial couples. I can say truthfully that you and Ted, though, are the most promising I've seen yet. And I know David will agree on that. What's your sign?"
"My sign? Oh. Pisces."
"Hmm." Belinda scratched her chin. "You should blend well with a Capricorn."
"Really?" Maggie asked.
Belinda laughed. "I don't know," she confessed. "All the astrology books have a different story. What's Ted?"
"A Capricorn."
"So am I!" She made a swipe in the air with a finger. "Chalk up another one for Belinda!" Abruptly her face grew serious. "Maggie, when we were trading finger sucks, what were you thinking?"
Maggie's eyes went saucer big. "Thinking? I don't know."
"Of course you know. Tell me." There was no reply. "Maggie, when you said that Ted was your first and only man, did you mean that there hadn't been – any – women?"
Maggie shook her head quickly. "Of course not!"
"You've never done anything at all with another girl? How about when you were younger, just growing up? Didn't you ever get together with a girl friend and play 'Let's Compare Breasts'? Nothing?"
"Nothing," Maggie choked.
Belinda reached across the table and took Maggie's hand.
"Do you know what else I thought when I saw your photo on Ted's desk? I thought, I would love to make it with her."
"Please," Maggie protested. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't think I want to know."
Belinda stood up and walked around the table.
She stood behind Maggie, her hands resting on the other girl's shoulders. "I think you know, Maggie." She stroked softly, a massaging touch that made Maggie tingle inside. "I think you do know and I think that upstairs, a little while ago, you were more ready than you want to admit. Be candid. Be honest. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You've made love with another man tonight, in front of your husband, while he was fucking another girl. Don't you owe it to yourself now to try the whole route?"
Her hands slid down Maggie's breastbone, taking firm but gentle hold of the soft, small tits whose nipples throbbed in stiff readiness. Belinda handled Maggie expertly, as if she knew precisely where each delicious nerve ending came close to the skin, while each brown, long-pointed nipple was caught securely between Belinda's fingers, receiving undreamed-of stimulation.
"No," Maggie whispered in a voice that didn't even convince herself. "I don't think I should be letting you do that."
"Why not?" Belinda challenged in a sexy, hoarse voice. "You like it. I can feel your heart pumping so fast, so fast…" She squeezed harder at the bare little tits and Maggie jumped in her chair. "Maggie," Belinda added in that same insistent voice, "I want you to stand up and turn around. I want you to rub your body against mine, and I want you to kiss me when I kiss you. Will you?"
Maggie said nothing. She had no voice, no will of her own. She was a prisoner to the purring tones and sensuous hands of the other woman. Slowly, very slowly, she eased her chair back, and she arose from the table, turning around like a movie projected at two frames per second.
Belinda stood waiting with open arms. She stepped forward and her tits pressed Maggie's, so warm, so vibrant, so soft. Maggie's arms came up – she intended to strike out, to defend herself against this perverted overture – but she watched in horror as her arms encircled Belinda's body and pulled the blonde girl close.
"Ooh," Belinda sighed, "your bush is tickling me."
Maggie's face lunged forward and her mouth slammed onto Belinda's with all the energy she could summon. Belinda's lips were parted in anticipation and their mouths flowed together. Maggie could feel Belinda's spit dribbling into her open mouth and she knew that she was reciprocating.
Belinda's arms went around Maggie, reaching low to cup and fondle the cheeks of the brunette's ass, pulling the girls closer together. Their cunts rubbed with thrilling intensity and mutual wetness oozed forth from pink slits to mingle on touching pubic mounds. Maggie felt Belinda's thigh intrude between her own legs, the smooth hard girl flesh pressing tight upon the lightly haired cunt, and she began to ride that leg hungrily, as hungrily as she was kissing and being kissed. Every fiber of her conscience told her that this was wrong, sinful, perverted – that women weren't supposed to touch and kiss and handle one another like this – but her own hands were grabbing for Belinda's ass and her lips were sucking in Belinda's oral honey, and her body told her that some calls of nature were too strong to ignore.
Belinda pulled her mouth away and she brushed hair out of her face. She was flushed, sexy, and beautiful at that moment and she knew it. Her blue eyes were bright and wicked as she husked, "Let's go upstairs. It's more comfortable if we have a bed beneath us."
Belinda's head bobbed back and forth, sucking first the right then the left nipple of Maggie's quivering little tits. Her tongue skirted the edges of the areolas, daubed wetly across the incredibly long, incredibly stiff nipples themselves. And then her lips closed upon Maggie's nipples and she pulled hard, as if she meant to stretch them far beyond their normal erectile capacity.
Maggie's head tossed from side to side as her friend continued to nurse her. She was discovering new depths of sensual feeling in her nipples, and she trembled on the verge of a mini-orgasm already.
Belinda raised her face, replacing her lips with gently squeezing fingers. She kissed the hollow at the base of Maggie's throat, tongue and lips dancing upward gaily to fasten upon the point of Maggie's chin. Maggie whined as she felt her flesh being sucked and bitten and she tried to jerk her head, to draw Belinda's lips once more onto her own. The ploy succeeded and again she was kissing the blonde girl mouth to mouth.
Their bodies rolled on the bed, both of them naked, both burning with sexual fervor. Maggie felt Belinda's heavy tits press her smaller pair, the nipples touching, and she whimpered ecstatically. Belinda's thigh inserted itself between Maggie's legs and commenced a provocative rubbing along the sparsely furred lips of Maggie's pussy. Cunt juices dribbled forth, dampening Belinda's flesh, making her rub all the harder. Inside Maggie's cunt her tiny clitoris was alive with excitement and she imagined she could almost hear it screaming for some attention.
Strength hummed through Maggie's muscles and she rolled hard, forcing Belinda onto her back. Triumphantly Maggie perched above the blonde, straddling her, panting as she looked down at the pinned woman. "Now I've got you!" she exulted.
Belinda looked up with an enigmatic smile. "You certainly have," she agreed. "What are you going to do about it?"
Maggie hesitated only for a second. Her face dropped and her open mouth seized upon Belinda's nearest nipple. She worried the stiff pink nubbin vigorously, chewing it, biting it, licking and kissing away any fleeting pain her attack might have caused. Belinda's hand petted Maggie as she sucked and licked, and wicked thrills gurgled through the horny brunette girl.
Her hand skidded down across Belinda's tummy, making for the hairless gash at the apex of slim, shapely thighs. It was so weird, she thought, to be touching an absolutely hairless cunt. She half expected to feel tiny stubbles in the peachy flesh but there were none. Belinda's pussy mound was smooth and soft as a baby's ass, its plush plumpness broken only by the bold pink gash of her cunt.
Maggie's fingers stroked the outer cuntlips, finding them already hot, wet and swollen. She seized a handful of cunt and squeezed it playfully while her mouth continued to eat it. Belinda moaned at the delicious pressure and her loins jerked, forcing herself more fully into Maggie's clutching palm. More wetness seeped forth, its musky fragrance scenting the bedroom's air, more erotic to Maggie at that moment than anything she had ever smelled in her life. It was sexier even than the expensive imported French perfume Ted bought her every year for Christmas, and Maggie knew that within a very short time she was going to have her nose inside Belinda's cunt, sniffing that sweet pussy firsthand.
"Eat me, Maggie!" Belinda shrieked. "Give me hell!"
Maggie needed no inviting. Her lips smacked a stiff, poking nipple and her head began to move down Belinda's body. She kissed and tongued the undersides of those sweet, full tits, each lingual caress making Belinda's legs quiver jerkily, and Maggie's tongue left a wet trail down the other girl's belly, lingering curiously at the puckered navel but making inexorably for the waiting cunt.
She rolled her wet tongue across the clean shaven pussy mound, once more enchanted by its softness, but, with an instinctive flair for this sort of thing, Maggie was careful not to lick the cuntlips themselves. She teased them around and around, stimulating them from a distance, moving into the tingling bases of Belinda's thighs, but so far the lips of that hairless pink slit were completely virgin to the touch of Maggie's tongue.
She kissed her way down Belinda's legs as far as the knees, taking care to dwell upon the sensitive inner thigh area, but the wet mouth of that shaven cunt was a beacon call she could not long endure. With a sigh. Maggie's head turned and she dove into the steamy crotch that seemed to whisper her name excitedly.
Her fingers spread the tight gash and she peered inside. Canyons and valleys, pink, wet, rubbery looking, glistened in expectation and hungered for her attention. Maggie obliged. Her tongue shot out and streaked across Belinda's pussy, licking from clitty to cuntmouth, spearing into the latter playfully. The cuntlips jerked in reply, tugging at Maggie's tongue as if they meant to pull it inside, to hold it there forever. Maggie was in full control of what she was doing, however, and she wasn't ready for that – not quite yet. Her tongue withdrew from Belinda's snapping cunt and darted upward to caress the protruding clitoris. It was bigger, longer, thicker than Maggie's, resembling nothing so much as a tiny cock, and she found it a pure joy to take that love trigger in her lips, bruising and abusing it with the fury of her sucking.
Belinda's cunt jerked and lanced in Maggie's teasing mouth, the supple bud quivering as it was worshiped, and Maggie could feel the hot wet juices flooding from the cunt just below. The pussy fluids soaked Maggie's chin and she rubbed herself in them with vigor. Momentarily her lips abandoned Belinda's clit and drifted lower to kiss the creaming snatch. She speared out with her tongue again, dipping into the tasty cud. Coyly she chewed on the supersensitive inner cuntlips, shook them with her tongue, then stabbed between them once more. Belinda gave up the struggle and let herself erupt into a screaming climax.
There was more! Maggie's brain shrieked. There was more! She opened her mouth and sucked at the entire mass of Belinda's juicy gash, using her fingers to keep it spread open, flipping it up and down with her tongue. The cuntlips shook and trembled but Maggie was able to insert her tongue one last time, feeling as she did the responsive ripple and shudders that heralded Belinda's second – or was it her third climax.
Maggie had felt this same reaction with her finger jammed inside her own cunt, but never with so much intense action. Tongue-fucking Belinda's creaming pussy made Maggie fully aware of the sensations that must surround a prick rampaging inside an climaxing cunt, and she loved it! She thrust her tongue as deeply as she could and held it there a long, blinding moment while Belinda's pussy exploded all around.
Her lips and tongue numb, the fever subsiding in her friend's cunt, Maggie drew back, easing onto her side. Belinda lay tossing and writhing, her hips and legs shaking spasmodically, eyes wide but unseeing. Maggie's hand came to rest upon one of Belinda's tits and she felt the excited throb of heartbeat jack hammering behind the cushy mound of flesh.
Belinda's eyes came slowly into focus and she looked at Maggie. Lust screamed from those glazed baby blues. Her hair was a mess, wisps straying and falling here, there and everywhere, and she brushed it back impatiently with her hand as she sat up. Maggie's hand dropped from Belinda's tit as the golden body shone in the after flush of orgasm. Belinda looked like a neon sign – Maggie was positive the girl would glow if the lights should suddenly go out. Froth bubbled on Belinda's lips as she stared with big, haunted eyes. Her hand raised unsteadily, a finger out, and that finger touched down squarely upon Maggie's breastbone.
"Lover," Belinda croaked, "it's your turn!"
And with that she sprang forward, knocking Maggie flat. Her mouth crushed Maggie's and her tongue rammed inside to taste the juices of her own cunt which were still abundant within Maggie's mouth. She siphoned off her honey, lifted her head, and smacked her lips in satisfaction. And then her head raced down Maggie's body, pausing but briefly to kiss or suck the already aching nipples, to ream a tingling navel. Belinda buried her face between Maggie's spread, waiting thighs, repaying in kind the treatment her own cunt had just received.
Maggie writhed on the bed, straining to open herself fully to the other woman's tongue and fingers. Her virgin performance of cunnilingus had worked her up to such a pitch that she came with a wail the first time Belinda's fingers slipped between her cuntlips. It was a quick, flashing come, here and then gone, but Belinda felt its tremor and she placed her lips firmly upon the throbbing little bud of Maggie's clit, kissing, nuzzling.
Her thumb squished into Maggie's dripping pussy, corkscrewing around and around as deeply as it could thrust, while her mouth kept sucking the hot trigger of her friend's sexual being. Maggie's ass humped upward, smashing her cunt into Belinda's eager mouth, and she screamed in exultation. With all the strength she could summon she twisted her upper body, fingers aiming for Belinda's sopping, and shaven pussy.
She knocked at the open gate of the hairless cunt, felt it open to admit her probe, and began to massage its come-slick walls from the inside. Belinda wiggled until she was comfortably close and her hips wiggled in delighted acceptance of Maggie's renewed fingering. And all the while she sucked and licked and drank deeply the oozing wetness Maggie's cunt dripped forth, her tongue flipping sinfully at the heated, stiff nub of cunt flesh.
Maggie was coming now, coming faster than she ever had before, and her fingers stabbed drunkenly into Belinda's cunt until she felt the blonde girl whimper with the sudden release of a fresh orgasm of her own. Orgasm hammered upon orgasm and their bodies reveled until muscles grew limp and satiation dropped upon Maggie and Belinda with exhausting fullness.
Later they lay on the bed, hugging and cuddling, one pausing now and then to steal a playful kiss. Belinda was so warm, so soft, so beautiful, and she had made Maggie feel just as warm, just as soft, just as beautiful.
"I never guessed," Maggie mused thoughtfully as a hand cupped her tit. "I never dreamed it could be like this. I'd heard of girls who – but I never for a moment."
"It was great," Belinda agreed, "because neither of us is a lesbian. Not exclusively. You're bi, just as I am. You can have a hell of a lot of fun with a guy or a girl, depending on how the mood strikes you. See, if you were a full-time dyke, you'd be limited to girls for your kicks, just as you'd be limited to guys if you were a flaming heterosexual. That makes for boredom and ulcers. Variety, Maggie, variety! That's what swinging is all about. Try everything, learn everything, love everybody!"
Maggie nodded. "And since half of all swingers are girls…"
"Right on! Why eat half a loaf when you can eat it all. And you did just that, you gorgeous, baby-breasted thing!" She leaned down to kiss Maggie once more, a kiss that sent a hum vibrating through Maggie's body. Maggie clutched Belinda's head to make the kiss last forever, but the blonde girl wiggled free.
"You know," she smiled, "the first time it happened to me was during that crazy honeymoon on the beach. One day our housemates separated me and David, and she fucked him and. Roy screwed me. The next day, Stephanie managed to get me alone on the beach. Oh, it was lovely, a long strip of white sand and blue sea and no one for miles and miles and before I knew it, she was holding my tits, telling me how pretty they were, how much she envied them. She was small-breasted, just like you are. God, I've always wished I had a pair of tiny, perfect tits like yours! Let me touch them one more time. Anyway, the next thing I knew, she was sucking and kissing them, and somehow I got her bikini bottoms down and jammed my fingers into her cunt, and I found out I was bisexual. It's been easy riding ever since."
"It's a beautiful feeling," Maggie replied. "There was something about the way you used your mouth on me."
"Natural," Belinda smiled. "A girl knows what turns a girl on. Guys can learn it. David eats pussy as well as any girl in the world because I taught him. Ted could use a bit of instruction. Oh, I hope I didn't offend you! But it's true. He's too rough in the beginning. But you! I still can't believe you've never done it before. You were perfect. Come clean, Maggie – haven't you fooled around with a girl before?"
Maggie shook her head firmly. "I'm twenty-three years old, and it makes me sick to think of all the time I wasted."
"We'll make up for that," Belinda assured her. "Say! Are you still just a little bit horny?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Maggie giggled. Belinda leaned across the bed, her hands reaching for the telephone on the nightstand. "I've got a girl for you!" she chortled, dialing a number. "She's been my best friend for years and my part-time lover ever since David and I got back from our honeymoon. Hello! It's Belinda, of course. Did I get you out of bed? Really? Who with? No! I always thought he was gay for guys."
"Well, what can you possibly – Christina!" Belinda's voice broke into a wicked giggle. "I never thought of that! But why not? Say, I was just thinking of you, as always. David and I met a new couple tonight, Ted and Maggie Spencer. No, I don't think you know them. He's in charge of Community Services, where I do volunteer. Anyway, they're both beautiful and sexy and Christina, you must meet Maggie. She's sitting here creaming for someone like you. Do you think you can come over tonight? Can't you bring him along? No, not unless David is in the mood for it. Well, if he has a prior claim. Huh? I forgot all about it. Sure, we can go. Let me ask." She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Busy tomorrow evening? There's a party. I'd completely forgotten about it until Christina reminded me. It should be kinky and fun."
"I don't think we're doing anything," Maggie said.
"Great. Christina – we'll all be there. We'll take our car. It'll be the easiest way. Ted and Maggie will probably have trouble getting in, since it's their first party, so we can be their sponsors. Okay! See you tomorrow? Come over early. I might be hungry." She giggled again. "'Bye, love!" And she smacked a kissed through the telephone.
"Well," she said, turning to Maggie, "it looks like Christina is tied up for the evening. She's in bed with Andrew Dawson – the town is named for his family, you know. He's a closet queer, to use a very vulgar expression, and that wicked twit Christina tells me she's taking a crash course in cocksucking from him. She figures that she can learn a few new kinks from his expertise, and I think she may be right. I suppose really it's just like two girls together. A guy knows what feels good when he's being sucked."
"What were you saying about David?" Maggie wondered.
"Oh, that. David's bi, too. He doesn't make an issue out of it, though. What's wrong? You look pale. Does it offend you to think that he does thin with other guys? If we can make love together, why should he have to follow some medieval set of regulations, anyway?"
"It just startled me," Maggie replied. "I mean, he seems so masculine."
"Of course he's masculine," Belinda laughed. "He'll fuck anyone who arouses him and is willing." She hugged herself dreamily. "He's all man, and all mine, but I'll share him." She snapped her fingers. "I've got it!" she gleamed. "Let's go down to his study, naked like we are. We'll drag him from behind his Goddamned desk, throw his opening argument all over the room, and rape him. What do you say?"
"Won't he be upset?"
"He'll fucking love it! And love both of us, if we're lucky. Are you coming?"
"Not yet but I should be in about fifteen minutes," Maggie snickered. "If your husband can get it up again."
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"