Adie sat with her head shamefully downcast now, unable to speak as Jack approached her. Now that the Mason's were gone, she felt total and complete humiliation over her own weakness, what she had willingly assented to do with Bob Mason no matter what the rationalization Mason or she had given the spectacle. Her legs were drawn tightly together, but still the cum ran stickily from its vaginal nest, and she could feel it secrete from the hair-covered lips and trickle down the backsides of her legs. She still throbbed from the merciless battering of Mason's hardened male organ, and her breasts ached from the twisting pinching he had given them.
Jack looked at her, contempt dripping from his expression. He did not speak, though, but walked with righteous indignation into the kitchen for a brandy and water, and then returned with the drink to his chair across from her.
Finally Adie could stand it no longer. Hesitantly, fearfully, she brought her eyes up to meet his. Wringing her hands, she managed to whisper, "I'm… sorry, Jack."
"For what?" he snarled. "The fuck you gave Bob Mason?"
Tears began to well… and then something snapped inside Adie.
Suddenly her abject selfadmonition changed to the same anger as this afternoon when she had seen Jack and Sue. Her lids narrowed, and she replied in a cold, slow tone. "Yes, I am sorry for letting Bob make love to me. But you are evidently not sorry for doing it to that bitch of a wife of his." "Come to think of it, I'm not sorry," Jack answered sharply, "She was one hell of a good lay. Far better than you'll ever hope to be. Besides, you don't look all that sorry. You look like some two-bit whore after a good night's work."
The words whipped Adie's brain, but she held her ground. "Then don't get on your high-horse to me! Bob was every bit as good as Sue was, and I take it back about being sorry! I'm anything but sorry, you hear? I loved his big thing in me, Jack, loved it enough to climax just when he did! I still am carrying his seed in me, if you'd like to know, just like Sue has yours coagulating in her vagina! And stomach!"
Jack was thrown off guard by his wife's sudden, vicious attack. "Adie – " he started to say, rising out of the chair, a perplexed look creasing his forehead. "Please Adie -"
"Don't please Adie me, you bastard. You think just because you're a man you can go screw anything in skirts and I can't return the favor? Well, I've got equal rights, and by God I have equal feelings as well."
"Is – Is that why you let Mason fuck you?"
"No." The waves of anger passed over her as fast as they had arrived, and she calmed down, and again her head was bowed. "I – I let him have me because… because you made love to Sue. That's why." She looked back up, tears welling and flowing from her eyes. "Oh Jack, I love you so much. Really I do. Can you ever forgive me, darling?"
Jack still smarted from his wife's infidelity, but he also realized that he had no argument to hit her with. He was as guilty as she was of breaking their marital promise, and if his wife still loved him after what he had done, then he would try to forgive her in return. God knows he loved her still. More, in fact. For some unexplained reason, Jack was drawn to his wife more than before, as though with the thought of losing her to another man, he had awakened to the true vastness of his love for her. He crossed to her, sitting down beside her on the couch, and taking one of her tightly closed fists and opening her hand to entwine with his, he tried to comfort her.
"It's all right, sweetheart. I understand. I love you, too, and I don't want this to break us up. We have too much going for us." He put his other arm around her shoulder and drew the still weeping woman to his chest. "It was all a dirty plot by the Mason's, sweetheart. They admitted to that. We were just human, that's all."
As Jack held her close, Adie stopped her crying and found that as she thought over the afternoon, the rememberances of the lewd fucking she had received began to excite her. She snuggled to Jack, a tingling of arousal beginning to spread through her body. Slowly, with perverted emotion, what he and she had done and witnessed became erotic to her, and instead of utter loathing and a feeling of uncleanliness, she felt the sexual fires begin to spark to life again, after having been so thoroughly damped by Mason. As the lust grew, she wanted her husband more and more, wanted his beautiful body lunging at her, his cock, yes, his cock, to plummet to the depths of her soiled vagina. I want him to fuck me! Now! Right here!
She withdrew her hand from the clasp of Jack's and dropped it to his pants. She began to rub around his fly, dipping lower until it was in the narrow crotch. He stared down at her hand uncomprehending her actions.
"I want you, Jack," Adie sighed. "Let's make love."
"What?" He was incredulous, unsure he had understood her.
"Let's fuck! Is that a better way of putting it?" Her hand rose to his belt buckle and she slowly took the belt strap and undid his pants. The zipper pulled down and she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around with grasping, teasing fingers at his white underpants. Her hand wormed through the slit in the front of the shorts and contacted the shaft of his penis, and blood pounded through his loins to fill the cock to bursting. His hips started to churn and he began to breathe raggedly.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned, "I don't believe this!"
"You want me, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Adie, yes I do!" He ground his lips to hers and slid his tongue deep within her, curling around her own darting tongue, and then he began to flick his tongue in and out in a crude imitation of fucking. Her cool fingers went on their search, grasping his now rigid prick and drawing it out of the hole in his underpants to stand, burning, in the air. His monstrous cock trembled in her hand as she began to stroke it. He began to undress her, and she helped him by undulating her body, letting go of his genitals only long enough to let him slip her blouse over her head. Then she returned to toy with his instrument and to fuse her wild lips upon his. Her breasts surged against him, their nipples smoldering coals in his pawing hands. Then he moved downward, over the flat plane of her vibrating belly to her hair covered mound and then past, taking the silk panties she wore with him as he stroked her thighs and legs. She whimpered with unrestrained pleasure and lifted her legs up off the floor so he could remove her panties, and then she threw herself upon him, forcing him down on the couch, her body jerking with the spasmodic rhythm of copulation. She groaned and wriggled onto his cock, her pink slit and fleece covered lips spreading wide as if to swallow his mighty weapon alive.
"Jack, oh Jack my beloved, I want to kiss your penis!" Her words sounded alien to her, for never before had she desired the taste, but her hand was suddenly between their bodies, her grip firm upon his cock, and as she spoke she drew his shaft harder against her so that she felt every ridge and vein against her skin. "I want to feel it in my mouth!"
"God, yes, suck it, Adie," he moaned. "I've always wanted you to!" He was afraid this was a dream, for it seemed too good to be true. She wanted his prick in her mouth! Unbelievable! He kneaded her writhing buttocks, lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet.
She rose long enough to undress him, a momentary delay which left his clothes heaped in a disarray on the floor. All the while her eyes feasted hungrily upon his penis as it stood up from his loins, and a weird inner light seemed to shine through her eyes like glowing embers were blazing inside her head. She stared at his purplish, mushrooming head and shaft as though it were a mesmerizing snake urging her to come closer.
Then she knelt between his splayed thighs, cupping the bloated sac of sperm with her hands, and she licked her lips anticipatorily, almost drooling with the desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had begun to seep from the eye of his glans.
She dipped her head, her long hair cascading over his belly, brushing tantalizingly around the object of her affections, and her lips rubbed the moist head, savoring the slight contact. Then her tongue lashed out, touching the smooth, rubbery tip, lapping the sticky secretions.
Adie's whole body trembled from the electric force, and sighing with pleasure she opened her mouth wide and accepted his cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. She began to suck it, pulling on the penis with a suction which sent billows of pure delight racing through Jack's bloodstream.
He wrapped his hands in his wife's hair and drew her down farther, the sensitive underside of his shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along silk. "Suck it, baby, suck it," he panted, raising his leg to wrap around the back of the couch to give her more room, "You're doing great, sweetheart, just great!" He flexed his buttocks and dropped his other leg to the floor, and began to jerk his loins in the motion of fucking.
Adie moved her hands all over his groin, massaging the soft scrotum tenderly, then using her thumb and forefinger to beat the thick base of his cock to further excitement. She slavered up and down, her tongue swirling around his rod maddeningly, the tip flicking across the throbbing head with abandonment.
He looked down at his wife, enthralled by her undulating buttocks as they waved in the air, and her groping fingers and lascivious mouth working hard at making him cum. And he was going to cum soon… already the tattoo of their tempo was provoking his balls into heated operation, boiling his sperm into escapement. He took one hand and parted her silken hair which hung across his belly and he watched fascinatedly as she sawed back and forth upon his penis. Her pink lips contrasted with the blood colored shaft which pumped in her, her mouth so tightly encased around him that her lips pulled out grotesquely as he pulled, and then turned inward as he lunged forward again.
"Oh sweetheart, let up, please let up! I'll cum if you don't and I want to fuck you! I want to spill inside your cunt, not in your mouth. Not this time, oh please let me fuck you!"
Reluctantly, Adie released her frenzied hold upon his cock. Yes, she wanted to taste his sperm, to see if she could match Sue's gleeful swallowing, but the barren feeling down in her pulsating vagina was overwhelming. She wanted him inside her, too, as a token of their true love, of their undying togetherness. She ceased to suck him, lifting her head and wiping away the thin strand of seminal fluid which still attached her to his cock. She smiled warmly at him.
"Take it, baby!" he whispered hoarsely, "Grab my prick and shove it in that beautiful cunt of yours." He reached for her, stroking her shoulders with fevered hands. "Do it now, baby!"
She raised herself on all fours over him with her knees on either side of his hips so she could dip her fingers between them, and she encircled his hardened penis, still throbbing with uplifted desire, and she teased its purplish shaft with her thumb and forefinger, making Jack squirm and moan with her electrifying contact. She moved forward, spreading her legs and thighs as she crawled over him, and she guided his prick to her desire-drenched vagina, rubbing its bulbous glans, still dripping from the saliva from her mouth, over her fleshy, red tinted pubes. Her cunt valley opened as if it were the doorway to a magic kingdom, and his gigantic key the only way to unlock it. His cock sliced through her flesh as she flicked its girth up and down the furrows, and she gasped from its vibrating passion.
"You like that, darling?" she groaned.
"Uhhhh!" came the bubbling answer, and then Jack jerked upwards. His hips driving his elongated rod in the smooth wet flesh of her unquenchable pussy. Her thighs shoved to meet his member, impaling her elastic cunt full upon him, sending his thrusting cock deep within her hidden caverns, deep to the very root of her lubricated passage.
"OOOOOooooooooooh!" she wailed, feeling his bloated sac of heavy cum smack against her inner thighs, and she moved her hands to his balls, fondling them with fervored joyousness. He plunged again, only withdrawing far enough to make his thick shaft rub the insides of her vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin soft ass pumping in matching tempo to his motions, her pelvis rotating with madness over his monstrous shaft. All that Adie could think of was for the first time she was truly enjoying being fucked by her husband.
Dear God, there had never been anything so wild, so free so damned good! Not even with Bob Mason. She was awakened! She had never thought such rapture could happen to mortal beings, and now, with the glut of lascivious perversion she had witnessed and partaken of today, she was unchained of the Victorian fetters which had so long bound her from release.
Jack continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his penis still harder and deeper in her cunt until her cervix seemed battered out of shape.
Her moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock with ruthlessness, and her asshole seemed to want to pucker up and kiss his swinging balls as they slapped resoundingly on the upstroke. Adie humped over him, tossing her head in abandoned ecstasy, spreading her thighs yet wider so she could grovel on his loins, and her belly churned with her impending cum.
"I'm… going… to cum, baby," Jack shouted beneath her, "Oh, baby, don't stop… fuck me! Fuck me!" He babbled in mindless ecstasy, and she gurgled in agreement, lowering her head to kiss his neck and bathe his ear, and then she dipped her slavering tongue deep within his mouth, burying the words of encouragement deep in his throat as she continued to milk his thundering manhood with her dilated pussy. She was almost there… so close… and she wanted to feel their cum juices co-mingle in a last consuming fire of lust.
The pace of his pistoning cock increased and he writhed on the sheets, his toes curling and his hands to her buttocks, forcing her upon him and he plunged and plunged inside her eager, straining cunt, their wetness making lewd slurping noises as he pile-drove into her thirsting vaginal passage.
"Oh… oh… oh…" Adie chanted, raising her body, arching her back and gripping the headboard of the bed to grind downward with more pressure. Jack gazed at his wife's dancing breasts as they heaved and twitched from the result of his pummelling, and her nipples hardened and expanded from the heat of their passion. Jack ground harder and deeper into the tender sanctuary of her pussy, up into her womb and very essence of her soul. He watched as her features contorted with passion, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent to the pinnacle of release. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and beautiful innocence, and then she cried out and convulsed, her mouth wide and her tongue lolling from pagan rapture. The core of her being seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.
"AAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" she howled, and warm spurts of vaginal fluid secreted all around Jack's cock, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth shaft and trickling down between his legs. Her thighs and pubic hair became sopped with her climatic discharges, and Jack in turn sensed his own sticky sperm boiling up the cauldron of his testicles and race the length of his prick. He jerked and lurched upwards convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, and then the tidal wave of cum shot into every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vagina, a never-ending torrent of release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to erupt from both of them. Her belly quivered with the violent spasms of his orgasm, and he emptied and emptied and emptied until the white sperm gushed out from her clasping cunt lips to join the pool of her love juices on the bed.
He fell backwards, spent, and Adie toppled on him, relaxed to a point of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest roared with the beatings of her still avaricious spirit. She felt his turgid cock deflate with exhaustion, yet she did not move, desiring to swallow it in her heaving pussy. She gazed at him with loving tenderness, her eyes moist and filled with satiation. "Oh, Jack, that was so good," she crooned, "I never thought it could be so wonderful!" She kissed him. "It was the best lovemaking I've ever had."
"Better… better than with… Bob?" he murmured hesitantly.
"Yes, Oh God yes, darling, much much better." She moved her legs, still careful to keep his limp cock imprisoned within her cunt, until she stretched out on top of him. "I love you, Jack," she sighed in his ear.
"And I love you, too, darling," he replied, stroking her back and ass tenderly. He cupped the soft white moons of her buttocks and nuzzled her hair. "I'm not even angry any more for seeing you with him."
"I'm glad." Adie licked his neck. "I'm glad that you were with Sue, you know that? I really am. I think it helped us see what we mean to each other."
"Adie – "
"Shhhh. Think about it, Jack. Up until now, I… hated myself. Not just for making love to Bob, but before that, for refusing you the kind of love you need so badly. That – I need as well. I'm awakened now. I'm not sure how or why, but I am, and if it's because we were fucked by other people, then it was for the best. I'm glad Bob fucked me!"
"He cured you," Jack said with a trace of bitterness. "Something, I, your own husband, was incapable of."
"No, no, you don't understand. It had nothing to do with you. It was me, and it took an affair, a morally degrading act, to shatter my innermost repressions. It just happened to be Bob, but it could have been any man. I don't love him, I love you, and now… now…"
"Yes, Adie?"
"Now I'm able to respond, to be the woman you've always wanted. I know that's what has kept our marriage from being perfect, and that's of the past. Maybe… maybe what the Mason's said was true."
They lay together, each wrapped in their own thoughts, their love for each other stronger and more lasting than they had thought possible.
Finally Jack said, "Yes, maybe… just maybe they were right. Do you want to see them again?"
"I – I don't know."
"All that talk of wife-swapping. That's what we did today. No mistake.
And it helped our relationship. But… do you want to do it again?"
A tingle began to crawl up Adie's spine, but she refused to acknowledge it. "No," she said, "I don't think we should. It was beneficial this one time, but anything more…"
She stopped, again feeling the lewd trail of physical want wind through her organs. She breathed huskily. "But… well, I am a woman now, Jack. Maybe we could take them up on their offer. At least talk it over with them. We just had something wonderful because of this afternoon, and perhaps more… swapping would make us have wilder, freer, more beautiful times together in the future." She smiled at him. "You'd like to lay Sue again, wouldn't you?"
He laughed briefly. "There's never going to be a better woman for me than you, and you know it, darling… but damnit, yes, I would…"
The next morning, Jack was kissed awake by a beaming, satisfied woman.
He gazed at his wife, smiling back, then threw back the covers and padded naked to the bathroom. Adie followed and played teasing games with him as he took a shower. Her fingers were everywhere as water cascaded down their nude forms, and she soaped and scrubbed his back and front and legs with loving care, taking special time with his penis and balls, putting his now rigid cock in her nibbling mouth and sucking him until he hardly could stand it. She laughed gaily, and then they made passionate love on the bed, still wet, as there didn't seem to be time enough to dry off with a towel.
They talked with the brightness of lovers, their marriage as fresh and exciting as it had been on their honeymoon. After breakfast, Jack went to the car and got the typewriter he had left there, and went into his study to write. In spite of the neighbors, the tree-cutting man across the way, the excavation for the sewer, he still managed to work, and work well. The words seemed to flow from him as his sperm had, hot and fast and never-ending. He was flushed with the success of finally getting into his book, of actually accomplishing what he wanted to say on paper. He stopped for lunch, exhausted, but still enveloped with the glow of mutual adoration with his wife.
As he was eating, the phone rang. Adie answered it and said after a pause: "Oh, Sue? Yes, Jack is here. Wait a minute." Adie handed the receiver to Jack, adding, "It's the Masons!"
Jack jerked slightly, but spoke to Sue. "Hello."
"Hi, Jack," the woman's voice purred over the line, "I wanted to see how everything was. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all. In fact, things are going excellently. I've really been able to settle down to write."
"Wonderful! And… the other?"
Jack pursed his lips, wondering what to say to her. "Well I… I have to admit that after you left, Adie and I… talked it out, and I guess I was a bit hasty in my words to you and Bob."
"You just talked?" she prodded. "Is that all?"
"No."
"Good. I'd hate to think we had broken up your marriage."
"Don't worry. If anything, you have brought us closer together. I really must apologize for the way I acted. I do like you and Bob, and Adie feels the same way."
"We were worried, Bob and I. After all, we want you to be our friends, too, and we were afraid you held what happened against us." Sue hesitated, pausing with the timing of a pro, and then said: "Would you like to come over tonight?"
"l, uh, I don't know."
"For bridge. You and Adie did say you liked to play, didn't you?"
"Yes, we did. Let me ask and see if she would like to." Jack put his hand over the receiver and turned to his wife. "Adie, would you like to go over to the Mason's this evening for bridge?"
Adie looked at Jack, her expression one of consternation "Does that mean… Are we supposed to…?"
Jack shrugged. "We were invited for bridge. That's all we have to do.
I'll see to that."
She nodded. "Yes, then I would like to. I haven't played bridge in ages. Besides, after last night, I think it is something we ought to do. We have… changed."
"Yes, we have," Jack said, then into the phone he spoke, "Sue? Yes, we would like to come over tonight for a game of bridge."
"You want to fuck me too, Jack?" she whispered throatily, "Do you want to put that huge prick of yours in my pussy again?"
Jack felt fire burn through him in sudden, startled arousal. God damn, she was a nymphomaniac! She couldn't be satisfied by one man, or two, or perhaps a dozen! His loins began to smoulder and he could tell that he was beginning to turn red in the face with the heat of her words. He took one quick, guilty look at his still smiling wife and then cooly said, "Wouldn't mind it, if I do say so, Sue. When should we come?"
Sue laughed at the double meaning. "Together, silly, I'll suck you if you want. I'll take all your cum in my mouth, and lick up any that spills. Like that?"
"Very much!" Jack felt some of his suaveness slipping away and his cock began edging into erection along his trouser leg. "Six o'clock, then?"
"Six will be fine, lover. More time to play that way. I'll even fix a snack, if you don't mind leftovers." Her words were like caressing fingers on his passions, and after she hung up, he was still aware of her presence. He felt the aching pangs of desire surging through his loins, and shakily he told Adie of this evenings plans – minus any mention of Sue's provocative suggestions.
Adie dressed with care, deciding on a simple white wool sheath and gold accessories which highlighted her well formed legs and firm, proud breasts to their utmost. As she slipped on her pantyhose, she mused at the tantalizing thought of what might, what possibly could happen tonight with Bob, and she paused to lick her lips and rub her palms down her smooth, bare skin, feeling the touch of licentiousness, of pure animal wantonness.
And Bob Mason did indeed like the way she was dressed. He was standing on the front porch of his mansion, drink in hand, as she and Jack got out of their car that evening. He grinned at Adie, almost as though he were stripping her naked with his gaze, and at first she blushed and dropped her eyes, but then she found new strength and she raised her face to his in pert boldness.
"You're late," Mason said jovially.
"Fashionably so," Jack replied, shaking Mason's proferred hand. "You know how women are about getting ready."
Again Mason ran his lewd, lust perverted eyes over the compact dress on Adie, and he chuckled low in his throat. "It was worth it, Jack. Your wife certainly is beautiful."
The three of them walked inside, and Sue greeted Adie and Jack as she stepped from the kitchen. She wore a sarong of silk, tied in the middle by a thin belt. It seemed to Jack that the only thing holding it on was the belt, and if it were loosened, the full, ripe body of this seductive female would be open to his pagan desires. As she walked toward them, he could also tell she wore no bra – possibly no panties, either – underneath, and the short skirt portion was barely below the soft swell of her proud thighs. A twitch of his cock made him jerk from the dream-like reaction he had at her presence, and he turned to Mason, saying: "Your wife is just as beautiful, Bob. That's quite an outfit."
"Oh this?" Sue retorted with modesty, "This is something I just threw on. You know how one likes to be comfortable around the house. And this is an informal get-together, isn't it?"
"Mmmmmmm," Adie said, sniffing the air. "What a delicious aroma. What are you cooking?" She smiled at Sue, an open and admiring expression, no longer jealous of the other woman's physical possession of Jack. Not with Bob Mason so close at hand, she thought…
"It's about ready to serve. I thought we might play after a snack, and so I whipped up something from the tongue we had for supper last night.
I sliced it thickly crossway, spread the slices with mustard, dipped them in melted butter and bread crumbs and am grilling them. I was just putting the finishing touches on the sauce diable."
"Sounds absolutely delicious," Jack said expansively. "Write down the recipe for Adie, would you?"
"Be glad to," Sue replied, "Only wait to see if you like it. I served tongue a la diable one night, and a guest told me she never ate anything which came out of an animal's mouth."
"How stupid!" Adie said, "I would have offered her eggs, if it had been me!"
They all laughed, and the evening commenced on a good note. The drinks were served liberally, and the tongue a la diable was every bit as tasty as Jack had thought. After the meal, they all settled down to bridge, and in spite of the many drinks, the Rolfe's found the Mason's to be extremely capable players. They split the partners with Adie across from Bob, and Jack facing Sue, and in spite of himself, Jack found he was becoming more aroused with each hand as Sue smiled or moved the tip of her tongue over her ruby lips, and squirmed delicately in her chair.
The conversation ranged on all subjects, and Adie was pleased to discover that Bob had other talents beside lovemaking. His opinions were forceful and well thought out.
"What do you think," Mason said as he dealt, "I mean, do you believe that the students, the young people of today, are right in their protests?"
Jack pursed his lips and then said, "Yes, I do. I think that these kids are sick of the hypocrisy we have in government, both in the colleges and the nation. I think they're telling us to shape up."
"Shape up?" Mason frowned at Jack. "You call their tearing down of institutions, doing millions of dollars worth of destruction a lesson in shaping up? Do you, Adie?"
"Don't involve me," she said "I'm only a poor housewife. I stay away from politics and religion."
Mason bid one heart, and Adie was pleased to see she had seven card support for his suit. Sue bid five clubs and Adie possibly from too much to drink, passed. Jack said seven clubs, which Mason promptly doubled.
"We live in an age of mental pygmies," Mason said as the bidding ended with the seven club bid, doubled. "I'm not just saying that about our colleges, but about politicians of both parties, judges, liberal newspapers. You cannot possibly defend those who wish to destroy us, as they do."
"Are we so right that we cannot change?" Jack said.
"Change, hell yes, we should change. But we have ways and means to do it legally, depending on the will of the majority to decide what's right. Right now the people are excusing both white and black racists out of fear, and are appeasing those who threaten us and consistently submit to demands that are loaded with reprisals if not met. It makes no sense."
Jack hoped that since they were playing a five-card major opening bid and there weren't 14 hearts in the deck, Sue had made a psychic opening and was void of hearts. He led a ten of hearts, and soon learned when Sue laid down her hand that it had been a disastrous bid. Sue had no hearts, but she also lacked a necessary black ace to make their contract. He had to admit to himself that Bob's doubling had been wise.
"That's because we live in an era of rapidity," he retorted. "Instant communication, instant transportation, instant everything, including change, and the eighty year fogeys in Congress can't be moved fast enough, that's all. Take an example, you've heard of the new transport and passenger jet, the SST?"
"Yes," Mason admitted. "It's like the Boeing 747, I believe, only it's supersonic while the 747 is not."
"Right. Well one old senator voted for the 747 instead of the American SST because, as he put it, he didn't want to go anywhere at 1800 miles per hour. He just wanted to go places at 600 miles per hour. The way the good Lord intended."
Mason laughed heartily. "That's a perfect example of fuzzy thinking, Jack, if you don't mind me saying so. An old man… what does he know, right? We condemn him as a conservative while we adore those who call themselves socialists, all of whom are self-centered swine whose sole purpose in their rantings is to satisfy their ego. Now if you had done more research on that gentlemen's comments, you would have found that his argument for the 747 is the fact that it is subsonic, and therefore would not cause the sonic boom, and the SST, the size of a football field and priced around $50 million, would not be permitted to fly supersonic over the United States or any other land because of its "bang-zone." And the SST is nine years behind the 747, its fares would be 20 to 40 percent higher but could only carry 60 percent of the passengers at 65 percent of the range of the 747. The SST, even if the flying restrictions were lifted, could not fly non-stop from New York to Athens, Chicago to Rome, San Francisco to Tokyo – but the boomless 747 can."
Jack, frustrated, began to splutter. "I suppose you believe in the fascist idea about Vietnam and the South too."
"Fascist? Because I love my country I'm a Fascist? Don't be silly! I don't think that we should have been in Asia in the first place, not in order to save the lazy and the cowards who roam the streets raping and looting in the name of freedom. They bleat about love, these sick kids, but what they really mean is bestiality! The only sane group are us taxpayers who stand idly by while our money is used to support these vermin. I say, though, that since we're in it, we should fight to win, not lose, and then come home where we belong and clean up our domestic mess!"
Adie could see the discussion was degenerating to an argument and might end up in a brawl unless she stopped it. She didn't understand the entire thing anyway, except that Jack was not as liberal as he appeared. He was arguing for the sake of it, and was mad at going down on his bid and losing considerable points because of the doubling. "All right, boys, continue your harangue some other time. Right now I'm exercising my right as a guest to ask for peace and quiet."
Sue looked at her gratefully. "Thank you, Adie. I second your idea."
She stood up and said, "I could use another drink. Anybody for another?"
Jack rose, grinning. "Sure. I'll join you." They walked to the bar at the other end of the room, leaving Adie and Mason alone for the first time. Adie couldn't help but feel the salacious eyes of the man upon her, and she smiled provocatively at him.
"That little display we put on for your husband and Sue didn't seem to hurt you," Mason said. "He seems to show a preference for my wife tonight. Would you be willing to go to bed with me again if they were?
You were awfully upset yesterday."
"Well," Adie said with a smile, "Let's just say I was a little shy the first time."
"Are you now?"
Adie felt her whole moral upbringing abandon her for a second time, and the surge of sexual freedom stirred her thighs and breasts with physical desire. "Not in the least," she breathed huskily at him. "I want you as much as Jack wants Sue."
"That's a hell of a lot," he laughed. "Then we'll work out something later, all right?"
"Mmmmmmmmm, love to," Adie replied, wrinkling her nose.
"We have two double beds, and I know Sue won't mind. Will your husband object?"
Adie was suddenly, painfully aware of exactly what she had so openly led herself into. She could no longer hide behind the fallacious rationale of subjugation by Mason: she was making plans with him to let him fuck her with her husband right next to them, and no amount of excuses could hide that fact from realization. She shuddered at her wild abandonment of life-long principles, and she hoped that Mason wouldn't demand too much of her, as she had never engaged in any unnatural sex acts until last night when she had sucked Jack. Yet the excitement of the occasion coursed through her, and she tingled all over with the picture of the orgy which was to happen. She lifted her glass and drank heavily, the liquor not quenching her inner fire but only making it flame still brighter.