Pete Lonsdale finished stocking the main cabin with supplies from the boat, as the two women made it habitable. Besides food, bedding and blankets, he brought a.22 rifle, his.38 pistol, portable short wave and marine radio, Coleman stove and heater, candles, hatchet, flare gun and flares, beer, whiskey, and colas. He made the last two trips to the boat by himself because he was hungry and wanted no distractions while he unloaded.
Jim began on the beer almost as soon as Pete had brought it. When the women had finished making up the one room adobe it looked homey enough for any camper. Bunny had put up barricades in the windows so that a great deal of the rain was kept out. With the candles lit and a Coleman heater going, the adobe became warm with the presence of people, of life.
"Soup's on," said Bunny after she had finished preparing a simple meal of hot dogs cut up into little ovals mixed with hash brown potatoes and a side dish of pork and beans. Pete handed each of them Boy Scout utensils and cracked open a beer for himself and Jim. The two women washed their food down with Cokes, and for a while there was no special tension in the adobe.
Afterwards, when they all sat around smoking, Pete brought it up.
"Well, I notice we have pretty tight sleeping quarters here," he said.
Silence.
"Not a bad arrangement for some people," Pete said.
Jim coughed but did not say anything.
"It's cozy," said Bunny, giving her husband a look.
"Yes, I'll say," said Darlene, not looking at her husband.
"That's my point," said Pete. "It's cozy and we're all together so we might as well make this just one big bed. We'll keep warmer that way and what the hell, we're all adults."
Jim looked up from his beer then. "I-I don't think I like that idea," he ventured.
"Oh, Jim," Darlene said. "Don't be so-so square."
There. It was out in the open.
"I don't know what you mean, Darlene. It's just-just not healthy-that's all."
"Bullshit!" roared Pete.
"Jim, we're all together here. One family. Right?" said Bunny. "Relax. You might even enjoy it."
Pete gave his wife a grateful glance. Jim looked pasty-faced and glum.
"Well, as long as we just sleep, I guess it's all right."
Pete, Darlene and Bunny all gave each other looks.
Jim coughed again self-consciously and sipped long on his beer. Pete puffed at his pipe and looked thoughtfully into its smoke.
Here were three people, he thought, willing to ball and one square in the group. The problem, as he saw it, was to convince that one outsider to go along with the group. He decided, after a moment, to plunge right in. This was the way he made all his moves and it had made him a rich man. He was decisive when decisions needed to be made and he saw no difference in this situation than many others he had faced when the stakes were different.
"Jim," Pete said, "I want to lay it on the line. Okay? We're all big kids here and while you've been swilling your goddamned beer and sitting all uptight with your own ball of wax, things've been happening. I mean it's like nineteen hundred and seventy one, things are different. People are freer nowadays. They don't swallow the bullshit they were raised with and they want to get with it. Be modern. Now I think you gotta realize that something's been going on here and you've been out of it. Right?"
"I-I guess so," Jim stuttered.
"You're damn right," Pete said. "Now, to put it bluntly, the rest of us here like a little variety in life. I know you like Bunny and she likes you. I dig your wife, Darlene, and she digs me, I think. The thing is, what're we gonna do about it? Hell, here we all are in a very groovy situation and it's time to swing. Get me? I mean, let your hair down, Jim boy, and get with it. I'll make it easy on you. Just close your eyes and let it happen. You don't have to say `yes,' 'no' or `maybe,' baby. We're all together here and we're going to do our thing. Just relax and enjoy yourself. With Bunny."
Jim stared at Pete with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.
"You mean you're asking me to-to make love to your wife?" he stammered.
"Is there something wrong with her?" Pete scowled.
"No-no of course not. But I mean it just isn't-isn't right. And I can't tell my wife to go along with such a thing." He gulped after he said it as six eyes stared at him.
"I said to just close your eyes. You don't have to give permission for anything. It's all taken care of. Now, my advice to you is to crawl in that corner over there and we'll blow out the lanterns and hit the sack. Don't think. Just lie there and let it happen. In the morning you'll feel better."
"Is-is this all right with you, Darlene?" Jim asked his wife, afraid to get an answer.
"Jim," she said kindly, "do what Pete says. Let's not sit around and discuss it. We're marooned out here on this island and, well, I guess the rules are different, that's all."
"Do you love me, Darlene?" Jim asked pathetically.
"Of course I do, honey," she said. She went to him and kissed him. He started to cry and she looked at him with half-pity and half-disgust.
"Go to bed, Jim," Pete ordered. "I'm shutting out the goddamned lights."
Bunny went over to Jim and pushed Darlene away. "Come on, Jim, relax. In the dark everything'll be all right."
Pete turned down the Coleman lantern slowly and the room got dimmer. He looked at the bewildered Jim and winked at Bunny. "Everything's going to be just fine," he said as the lamp went out and the room went dark.
Pete went to the opposite side of the room and began taking off his clothes. In a second, Darlene was beside him, her lips hungrily searching his neck and jaw for his mouth. She found him and they kissed as his shirt was halfway off. They could hear Bunny and Jim whispering on the other side of the room.
Bunny worked fast. She had Jim's fly open and his cock in her hand before he could protest what he knew must be happening with his wife. He felt sick to his stomach and a dark hatred began to form in his mind like a knife being sharpened by unseen hands. Pete Lonsdale was a no-good bastard and his wife, Darlene, well, she was nothing but a dirty whore after all these years of marriage! But Bunny was making him forget these things because her hand on his cock was exciting-the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long time.
Jim heard her whispering in his ear and he did what she told him to do. He lay back on the sleeping bag and felt her loosening his Bermudas and slipping them down his legs. She took off his shoes in the dark and then he felt her mouth on his cock as it had been before. The memory of her mouth on the head of his prick brought a twinge that was exquisite pain.
He was glad that she was doing it to him in the dark. The dark hid so many things. He did not want to see her face. He did not want to see his cock in her mouth just yet. He did not want Darlene to see him with this look of rapture on his face. And he did not want to see Darlene and Pete across the room, his hands on her, perhaps his cock piercing her labia. Thinking these thoughts, Jim gave himself to Bunny Lonsdale, delighting in the perverse pleasure of his sex with her. He thrust upward with his shaft and felt it strike the back of Bunny's throat. He heard her gag and jammed his cock harder, wondering at his own viciousness.
Bunny raked her teeth lightly back and forth on the skin of his penis and Jim knew it was a warning to him that he should not be so rough with her. He let her suck him then, and she laved his already wet cock with her tongue and lips in long smooth strokes. He felt his fluids gathering momentum for the headlong rush up the tube and his hips moved almost involuntarily as he was swept up in the love rhythm of Bunny's mouth upon his cock.
He took her head and hair in his hands and abandoned himself further to her oral manipulations of his organ. Long buried thoughts of sex came to life in his conscious mind as he thrust his cock deep in her throat. Suddenly she broke the suction and he wondered what had happened.
But Bunny was not through with Jim. She slid over him until her pussy was rubbing against his throbbing wet cock. "Fuck me, now, Jim," she whispered to him.
He lay there, not knowing what she wanted him to do. Her body pressed down on his and he could smell her musk.
Her hand came down and grasped his cock. She put the head of it against the labia of her vagina and forced it past. She lowered her body onto his peg and he felt it sliding home through the hot damp labyrinth of soft flesh.
"Oh, oh!" he gasped, his organ tingling with the electric sensations of his entrance.
"You're a good boy," said Bunny. "You fill me up with that cock of yours, Jim."
He groaned.
He could feel Bunny's pussy alive around his pulsing member. She lifted herself and lowered herself ever so slowly, his joint sliding like a lubricated bolt in a slot. He almost hated himself, he liked it so much. Her pneumatic body rose and fell on his member with exquisite timing. He felt guilty because he knew he had never felt pleasure such as this with his wife, Darlene. He had only made love to her in the accepted "missionary" fashion and he had not been able ever to last long enough to know the fine pain that sex could give.
He was experiencing it now, with Bunny, his boss's wife. He felt a delicious sense of illicitness and gradually the thought of his own wife lying down nearby with Pete began to diminish or rather, to change texture. He knew she was there and that Pete was probably having sex with her, but Bunny sliding his cock in and out of her sucking pussy was too immediate, too demanding of his attention for him to dwell on his former fury with Darlene.
For Bunny's pussy was engulfing his swollen member with an all-consuming suction. She knew how to pace her risings and fallings so that just when he thought he was going to burst inside her with the floods of his own orgasm, she pulled up, her buttocks rising like balloons, and his head would hit cool air and the sap would be lost in the depths of his organ waiting for further stimulation.
And then she herself was wracked with the shudders of pleasure as orgasm gushed through her pussy.
"Oh, Jim, baby, you just made me come," she moaned and ground her pussy down on his groin so that his shaft was sunk to the scrotum.
"Mmmmmm," Jim groaned, afraid to say anything, afraid Darlene would hear him. Afraid Pete would know that he was deriving intense pleasure from Pete's wife.
Bunny started swaying her buttocks and grinding down on Jim's swollen cock.
She ground and ground and he felt the sap rising in his stalk.
"Fuck me good, Jim baby," Bunny moaned, her eyes flared and glazed.
"Unh, unh," he groaned, knowing that he was going to shoot her full of his gism.
He felt himself going up the flume like a rocket burst. He reached out and pulled on Bunny's hips so that he could shove his organ all the way up inside of her.
"That's the way, Jim baby," Bunny moaned, "stick that cock of yours all the way up in me."
She ground down and he pulled her onto him. And then he shuddered as though struck by a lightening bolt. She held his cock up inside her as his sperm spurted into her womb. The tip of his member was very tender as the last of his seed percolated from its spigot. He could make out Bunny's savage shape above him as she stared down at his helpless form. He went limp inside her and soon tumbled from her grasp. He could almost feel her smile at him in the dark.
Bunny got off of his groin and lay beside him, taking his organ in her hand and stretching it taut in her fingers. "That was good, Jim baby," she breathed in his ear.
The hackles rose on his neck. "Ummm," he said, and reached over and put his hand on her breast. His mind was reeling with what had happened and with something else. He tried not to listen, but it was of no use. He heard. He heard them both. Darlene and Pete. She sounded like a stuck animal. He could almost see Pete parting her labia with his cock. He knew that's what was happening with his wife across the room. My boss is fucking my wife, he thought and almost giggled out loud.
It was all too unreal to him. This couldn't be happening. Could it? It could not.
But it was.
He listened to Darlene's groans and grunts.
He heard Pete's flesh slapping against hers. He couldn't look in their direction. He was afraid he would see Pete fucking her and that would be it. He was afraid he would go mad if he looked upon such a sight. He squeezed Bunny's breast, more for comfort than for pleasure.
"I'm afraid," he whispered to Bunny when he could stand the animal sounds of copulation no more.
"Of what?"
"I don't know. Of what is happening. To me and to Darlene."
"Relax, Jim," she soothed. "It's not so bad. You enjoyed me, didn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I-it's just that I can't stand to think of what's-of what Pete is doing with Darlene."
"Jim. Don't let it throw you. It means nothing. It's just sex."
"Just sex," he,whispered. "What happened to-to love?"
"Nothing. It just became broader, that's all. You'll see. I love Pete, don't you know that?"
"I-I don't know what to think. I-how can you do this with me, then?"
"Because I wanted your body. I wanted you to make love to me. Variety."
He started to laugh, but checked himself. He felt woozy from the beer and the draining of his vitality. "Bunny," he said, instead, "I'm still afraid. This is not natural. Not natural at all."
"Sure it is, Jim," she said, patting his member reassuringly. "It's the most natural thing in the world."
She leaned over and kissed him then, and Jim closed his eyes tight, trying to shut out the other sounds in the room.
'Yet he distinctly heard Darlene say to Pete: "Oh, Pete, give me that hot cock of yours."
And the room swam around in his head, a dark pool, unlit by the shattering flashes of lightning that perforated the storm still raging outside the adobe. Jim shook his head, but he could still see in his imagination the blond nakedness of Pete rising above his stricken wife, cleaving her with his malehood, sharing all the secrets he had shared in those damp depths between those clasping eager legs…