Claudine's villa, some fifteen kilometers inland from Monte Carlo, was a reflection of its owner's personality. It was fussy and feminine, but in the most perfect taste. The carpets were deep, the curtains frilly, and the colours bright and startling. It was here that Louise and Hector had decided to bring Andrew, since he was too well known in the hotels of Nice to have visited the Hendersons' in either his or her suite.
Elegant in flannels, with a paisley scarf at the open throat of his silk shirt, he was quite a different personality from the Andrew who served with imperturbable deference at the Negresco.
"How do you achieve it?" asked Louise, in delighted admiration.
"I wouldn't know. Ingrained, I guess," he said, smiling. "Don't forget, I've spent tree years here in Europe training. And at home in South Africa my whole family's in the hotel business. My grandfather started with one. Dad added two more. Now we've got five of them. You get to know your place, I guess."
"But you do it so magnificently."
"Thanks. Good testimonial, that. Coming from you especially. Why don't you put it down in writing? Dad'd be pleased."
"Do you get testimonials, then?"
"Sure. Got a fistful of the things from here, Switzerland, London, Paris, everywhere I've been. It's the way my people measure my progress in Europe."
He lounged easily in the chintz-covered chair and Hector studied him. The resemblance between the two men was quite startling. Both were tall, a shade over six feet, broad-shouldered, lithe and slim of hip. Both had the clear eyes and crisp, vigorous hair of men who care born to a life in which sport and outdoor relaxation takes an equal part with hard, exacting work.
"This affair this afternoon," began Hector. "You're quite sure you want to go through with it?"
"Never been more sure of anything," Andrew replied. "I can think of nothing that's intrigued me so much in all my life. My only worry, in fact, is what sort of effect it's going to have on yon?"
"Don't give it another thought," said Louise. "We've done this before with Claudine, the woman who owns this house. She's Hector's mistress, just as you are my lover. The whole thing is just something that Hector and I are straightening out between us."
"So, you see, you're actually doing us a favor by participating." Hector interjected. "Well! Any little thing I can do," grinned Andrew. "Could I suggest some champagne, then, while we get started?"
"Great thought!" said Hector. "We'll have it in the bedroom, shall we?" Andrew wheeled the trolley bearing the wine in silently over the carpet. Louise led the way into Claudine's bedroom. At the far wall of the room was a vast bed, sumptuous under its coverlet of quilted silk. Louise danced over to it, and gaily threw herself back against the pillows.
"This," she said, "is going to be quite delicious. I can hardly wait. I'm all excited already!"
Andrew filled three glasses and impudently proposed a toast: "To friendship, and the weirdest test that's ever been imposed on it!"
Laughing, they drank deeply of the champagne, refilling to sip again.
"Come," said Louise. "Your first move, Andrew – take my clothes off!"
She undid a zip at the side of her frock and offered herself to Andrew. Gently, he drew the dress up over her head. She shook herself free of it with a dancing of hair, and stood in her underslip.
In a moment Andrew had that off as well. Both men gazed in rapt appreciation at the magnificence of Louise's figure, clad now only in brassier and the flimsiest of nylon panties. Through its gossamer, the inverted triangle of her pubic hair was visible.
"How wonderfully you're built!" said Andrew reverently, as Louise herself released the clasps of her brassiere, and removed the confining cups from the vast breasts. Her tittles were superb, magnificent in size and in sculpture, statuesque in their proud breathtaking molding. Such breasts can be found on one out of a million women. Louise was that one woman.
Andrew bent to them, bestowing upon each a kiss that was more a salute to sheer beauty than a kiss for sex provocation.
"They can't be real," he whispered. "So full, so fine, so utterly superb!"
Hector looked on, an amused smile playing about his eyes and lips. He approved of Andrew as a lover. The man, he thought, certainly knew how to handle a woman. He was genuine and unsparing of compliment. And Louise was basking in the admiration of her lover; how well, indeed, she had chosen the man to satisfy her need for infidelity!
By this time, the swelling of Andrew's organ inside his trousers was more than obvious. Louise flicked coquettishly and gaily at its outline.
"Isn't it time you also got undressed?" she teased. Andrew was quick to obey. Swiftly, but carefully, he shed his shirt, his scarf and his trousers. Shoes and socks followed, all in the time it took Louise to remove her suspender belt, her panties and her stockings.
Both Andrew and Louise were now completely naked and she came into her lover's embrace, pressing her pelvis hard into the loins of the man.
What a magnificent sight they made, thought Hector.
His own desires were already stimulated by watching the gyration of his wife's hips, grinding openly into the hips of her lover, their bodies were lithe and athletic. Neither carried an ounce of superfluous weight. Hector found himself approving, too, of the skill of Andrew, probing there with his enormous erection amid his wife's cunt hairs.
In Hector's own loins, his penis was rising at the lechery taking place before his eyes, and he did nothing to hold back his erection.
For long minutes, Andrew and Louise wriggled in the sexiness of their embrace, and Hector knew from his own experience just what his wife was feeling. Her eyes would be closed in rapture, he knew, for she lost consciousness fast. Very rapidly, under the influence of sex, she was freed of her inhibitions, so that her eyes would become glazed and her head would loll as she gave herself up to the grip of her randiness. Hector knew all this so very well.
He knew it could be happening now, and he wished desperately to be in Andrew's place. But, grimly, he resisted. It was, after all, at their own wish that this weird situation had been brought about.
Wetly, Louise was kissing Andrew, slobbering her need for sex deep into his mouth. She seemed to be all over him, now standing upon one leg, then on the other, to wrap her free leg about him, urging him blindly to pierce her with his prick.
Wildly, she fell back upon the bed, dragging Andrew down with her as her thighs spread, offering her cunt with imploring abandon to the majesty of his mighty truncheon. Andrew held off, refusing the sacrifice she presented.
Why doesn't he fuck me? thought Louise. Why doesn't he bore down into me like I want him to?
Thinking the reason might he his desire for more stimulation, she reached for his cock, grabbing it with both hands. Andrew yielded it to her, bending slightly backwards to deliver its entire mighty length into her ministering fingers.
And proud it was. It was an endowment of which any man might be proud. It was fully nine inches in length, perhaps ten inches if every millimeter were made to count. In thickness it was just as formidable, with a fiery head capping the whole erection, and Louise masturbated it with devotion, wriggling forward so that in her ecstasy she might occasionally take it into her mouth.
Hector could contain his emotions no longer. Swiftly, he began removing his clothes and in a matter of seconds he had stripped to complete nudity. From where he stood, he could see Louise lying right through Andrew's squatting thighs, cramming as much of that mighty penis as she could hold into her mouth.
Andrew had yielded happily to her ministrations, and had moved so that he squatted over Louise's tits, the better to present his penis to his mistress' avid mouth. The whole of Louise's body thrust out and through her lover's buttocks, and she thrashed and writhed about in an agony of desire as she blindly sought for something which her aching cunt might contain. She was unable to reach her twat with her fingers, so it gaped, redly and uselessly, at the air.
But to Hector, it was all invitation itself. He knew so well that itchy thing between his wife's legs, its ability to excite, its hot, torrid warmth. Its smooth and wet depths lined with twitching muscle. Now, with a growl of passion, he descended upon it.
Louise knew nothing of the onslaught. As she felt the length of his tool disappear into the cavernous depths of her cunt, she loosed a howl of agonized delight into the room, throwing her head back among the pillows, spreading her arms in a crucified agony of lust. Released from her lips, Andrew's cock shot upwards, splashing droplets of spunk and spittle over the throat of the girl, and Andrew felt Hector mounting from behind. Andrew grinned with pleasure. Now, he thought, but without malice, now he would exact payment for the last time he himself had pleasured this woman by sucking her off. Now it would be she who would suck him off. And, of all the methods of fucking, Andrew preferred the oral connection of hot, passionate lips over the head of his prick, completing the magic that practiced fingers usually began.
Louise, feeling a penis whose contours she knew so well at work deep within her vagina, and seeing the magnificent erection of another penis not a foot away from her eyes, had become a demented creature. It was the first time in her life that she had been double-fucked.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she moaned, in the throes of lust. "Fuck me, you wonder fuckers. Bore into me, ram it into me! Fuck anywhere, everywhere! Cram it up my cunt, into my mouth! Ah, Jesus, if I could only cram both your tools into my cunt, together! Fuck me! Slit me open, both of you, piss on me, into me, I beg of you! Mouth-fuck me, Andrew! Let me suck you off! Let me be drenched, deep into my bowels, with semen, with hot, randy, steaming come! Mouth and twat together! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Desperately, she clutched at the cock so close to her mouth and closed her lips over it, strangling off the torrent of obscenities as she did so.
But Andrew, determined to prolong her thrills for as long as he could, and his own, rolled suddenly off Louise and out of range, leaving Hector only, banging away into the crotch of his wife.
"Let's change position," he said. "Look – like this. I'll lie down. Louise can bend over me, facing my feet, while she sucks me. Then you, Hector, can come at her from behind like a dog does."
Feverishly, Louise complied. She swung around, supporting herself on knees and elbows above Andrew, seeking to cram that throbbing prick down her very throat. To Hector, she presented her crotch, with its slash of reddened cunt shining through the froth and spume he had worked up in her, the entire hair-covered, white-flecked garden of sex surmounted by the tight-clenched rosebud of her anus. It was more than Hector could endure.
Gripping Louise by her waist, he forced his cock slitheringly into her opened, gaping cunt.
As she felt Hector slide up her vagina, she came off Andrew's cock.
"Ah, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, deep into my belly, Hector! And you, Andrew, give me this splendid thing, let me taste it, drink it. And when you come – both of you – come together, I implore you! Drench me with sperm! Fuck me full of your combined come! Squirt it deep into my cunt – right down my throat – ah, but fuck me, now! I can't wait, not a moment longer!"
By this time, the threesome were too far gone for any more restraint. Andrew wriggled his tool back into the lipsticked sheath of Louise's mouth. From behind Hector plowed greedily at the squelching cunt. Andrew was no longer permitting himself merely to be sucked. Incapable any longer of the passive role, he was now literally fucking into Louise's mouth, amid her tongue, her uvula, her teeth, thrusting with all the might of his rising and falling buttocks at her tonsils.
Louise herself was demented by the torture of her desire. She thrashed forward, giving of her body in great squirms of consuming passion, for already her climax was mounting. She felt its fire boiling up in her loins at the very moment that Hector, with a mighty "Ah-h-h-h-h!" discharged his load in long, hot spurts that shot like lance thrusts deep into the very depths of Louise's womb.
She, too, would have liked to cry out in the agony of her coming, hut she could not, for Andrew, too, was coming, discharging great gobs of semen into the greedy mouth of the wriggling passion-consumed woman who knelt over his penis. Semen seemed to spatter all over the bed, dripping from Louise's mouth, and spilling from her twitching twat into which Hector was still madly spending more than it could contain.
And then, with diminishing, convulsive movements, the trio lay still, each given up to utter relaxation.
Andrew was the first to stir. The massive ejaculation had stilled him, but not forever. He slid free of the two bodies that lay prostrate on top of him and grinned ruefully as he saw his prick, only a few moments ago so proud and vigorous, now lying flaccid and useless and all wet on its pendulous cushion of balls.
He grinned, too, as he saw Hector completely exhausted, spread over his wife's back and at Louise lying limp beneath her husband. She lay half on one side so that the proud and vast swell of one breast was visible, nipple and all.
Ah, the solid mastery, the sheer dominion of fuck! he thought. What utter exhaustion it can bring, what complete havoc it can wreak!
Lazily and completely relaxed, he poured a glass of champagne and sat down, still stark naked, to sip it. Neither Louise nor Hector stirred a muscle, and Andrew smiled as he reviewed the events in which he had just played his part.
"My God," he ruminated. "That was really something – and so damned unexpected at that!"
For all his sophistication it was still the first time he had ever copulated with more persons in the room than the woman he had taken there with him. And it had proved exciting beyond his wildest expectations.
What a wild woman Louise was when riding the crest of her sexual craving, he thought. She went quite berserk. She threw herself into the entire affair, literally threw herself into it, slamming her mons veneris at one's penis every whit as excitedly as the penis was being slammed into her. Throughout it all, she would moan and groan like some jungle animal. If not moaning, she would give vent to torrents of verbal obscenity, seeming to delight in how much spoken filth she could pour from her lips.
Yet, out of bed, she was as poised and elegant a woman as any he had ever known. Not a hair was out of place. Not a crease or a pucker in her clothing that the couturier had not intended should be there. What a woman! And yet, what a virago, what a termagant! He considered himself the most fortunate of men for having met her that fateful morning only a few days ago.
Because truthfully, this was something quite outside his experience, or even his imagination, that a woman should actually invite her lover to copulate in full view of her husband.
In his hotel experience, Andrew had come face to face with much depravity. He had learned the many quirks by which men and women allow their actions to be motivated. There had been rich, idle women married to aging old roues of husbands. These, he knew, would deliberately take their gigolos to bed with them, performing the entire sex act before their husband's eyes on purpose, to provide those ancient, worked out husbands with the vicarious thrill of a fuck which they were no longer competent to take part in. And he knew, too, of the cruelty and depravity of husbands who would take a whore to bed – to the same bed in which lay their wives. This, he understood, was born of a desire to humiliate. It could happen, however, out of a desire to wallow in the muck of purchased copulation, of bought fornication. Fucking in threes he had known about for a very long time, and he deplored it. It was the recourse of the senile, the bummed-out, the jaded.
Yet here was exactly the same thing, was it not? And Andrew knew, as he thought of it, that this was far from the same thing.
These two people, Hector and Louise, were perfect for each other – far from senile, far from being burned out, far from being jaded. They were healthy, adjusted people whom he liked and admired. Why, then, were they at this business of "testing" each other's infidelities, he wondered. Surely they were adequate for each other? And surely, if they wanted to condone each other's infidelity, they were well enough adjusted psychologically to condone it without this show of exhibitionism.
Yet was it entirely exhibitionism, Andrew wondered. And he knew it was not. Louise and Hector, he understood, were just that much bigger than other people – those hotel residents whom he was comparing them with. Being bigger, they would be capable then of enjoying fornication in greater numbers than just the two of them. Each had more to give than other people had. Each had more to share. What was wrong, then, about sharing their capacity for sexual enjoyment with a third – and even a fourth – person present? It was far from being a bad idea, Andrew mused.
Perhaps more people, like the Hendersons, each married to persons of near-human perfection, should live by the Hendersons' standards. Perhaps there should be more testing and supervision of lovers and mistresses. Perhaps there would then be less marital bickering and bitterness when infidelity was discovered, or even when infidelity was suspected. Why not come right out into the open with it, and do as the Hendersons had done?
As Andrew sat thinking about these things, Hector rolled over on his back beside Louise. She, disturbed, rolled over as well. Naked and perfect in their nudity, they lay there quite relaxed. Together they opened their eyes and saw Andrew, flat-bellied and splendid, eyeing them over the rim of his glass from where he lounged, equally naked, in his chair.
"Well," said Hector, pleasantly. "You make an early recovery, don't you?"
"Perhaps I wasn't asked to give as much as you two gave," Andrew replied good-humouredly. "I was merely sucked off, you'll remember? Yon two, on the other hand, had a complete fuck to recover from!"
Louise laughed at his observation.
"But do not worry," Andrew went on. "I enjoyed it. It's just that I probably don't do this kind of thing as frequently as you two perhaps. I guess there was more in me to give. I envy you two, you know."
He took a sip from his glass. "Why so?" asked Hector.
"Because look at you both. Physically perfect. I don't think I've ever in all my life known so beautiful, so magnificent a woman as Louise. Nor, for that matter, so splendid a man as you, Hector. What I envy about it is that you two have found each other, that you belong to each other. It's the mating of all time, and for that I envy you."
There was no hint of sarcasm in his compliment. As he spoke he busied himself pouring more champagne.
"Drink?" he offered. And they thoughtfully sipped in unison.
"Question is, what do we do now?" he asked, as they set down their glasses.
"What do you suggest?" asked Hector. "The same thing all over again? Personally, I'd rather be left out for awhile. I doubt if this thing's going to work again, not for a long time."
He flicked at the drooping, flexible sinew that lay beneath its mane of hairs at his crotch.
"It'll work," smiled Louise. "It always does, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but right now it's pretty spent – all washed up."
"Well, we can't let Andrew you like? Another go? I'm could be talked into it."
"That I don't doubt," said Andrew. "But I've another idea, Louise. I'm going to need you for it, but perhaps it'll let you coast, all the same."
"How's that, then?"
"Those breasts of yours. Those glorious tits. They fascinate me. I can't take my eyes off them. What I want to do is to slide my penis there, between them, till I come. God, but that would be wonderful! Only once before in all my life have I seen breasts half so magnificent as to want to fuck between them. Now I'm sorry I ever did – because I hadn't seen breasts like yours then."
Louise fondled her bosoms.
"And I," she confessed, "have never been fucked there. What'd it be like, I wonder?"
"Never know till you try it," said Andrew. He crossed over to the bed. "Take it," he commanded. "Just one or two sucks, and it'll he ready again!"
Louise did, feeling it swelling to its full power under her fingers, lovingly running her tongue over the flange as, swollen, it disgorged one or two drops down. What would a hit hushed, but I more of the fluid it had so recently drenched her mouth with.
"That's wonderful," breathed Andrew in ecstasy, "Now cup your tits in your hands. So. One in each hand. Press them together. Make a valley where they squeeze together."
Louise did.
"Now part them while I slide in," Andrew, bearing down on her where she lay preparing the cleft between their two vast, white unmarred surfaces. Into this warm cleavage Andrew slid his prick, driving it back and forth once or twice to lubricate the bed in which it was contained. There was something wickedly wonderful in the sight of so perfect a male erection, encased there between two such flawless breasts and Hector caught his breath in admiration.
"Now," said Andrew. "While you squeeze them together, I'll fuck away, slowly and deliciously, between them."
Louise did so, and the massive penis of Andrew disappeared enveloped almost completely by the white flesh of her breasts. Slowly, deliberately and deliciously, he stroked downwards and forwards until the red dome of his prick appeared, wet and angry-looking at the upper parting of the twin tit-mounds.
Andrew drew backwards again, and so he continued, forwards and backwards, as Hector looked on in mesmerized intrigue.
"Wait!" he called out suddenly. "Wouldn't it be better if Louise sat up? That way, the natural tendency would be for the breast to sag – to stand out, expanded, to the fullest extent."
"Sure," said Andrew not desisting for a moment. "It's just that I thought Louise might be too tire to endure it sitting up. But if she will, then by all means…"
Louise herself had been aroused by the queer, unaccustomed sex manifestation. By craning her neck forwards and looking down her body she could see the alternate appearances and disappearances of Andrew's fierce prick. It was a novel sight, a new kind of experience altogether, and she found herself reveling in it.
Deep within her cunt she felt the stirring again of sex, of the instinct which tortured her clitoris.
Obediently she sat up, and her generous breasts, instead of sagging, stood out in all their majestic pride, moistened where the monstrous rod had stroked between their natural cleavage. Come and love juice were everywhere on the skin of her bosoms. Strands of it reached elastically between her nipples as, eagerly, she cupped each tit in her hands to make ready the strange "cunt" Andrew had thought up.
He, standing up, presented the full length of his ten-inch weapon to the inviting valley, and as he came forwards, Louise massaged her generous breasts around his demonic engine of lust. This time, Andrew spared nothing. Increasing the tempo of his fornication, he fucked solidly in and out, the red tip of his tool appearing and disappearing so rapidly that it seemed to be permanently there, swelling and sticking out above the upper mounds of mammary tissue.
Louise, fascinated, did all she could to encompass his mighty prick. And Andrew, virile and God-like as he stood, arch-backed, away from her, drove on with the relentless, powerful strokes that were carrying him to the climax of his unnatural fuck.
Suddenly, on one forward, upward lunge against her chest, a splurge of white semen shot from the opened hole at the end of his prick, and after it another and still mightier discharge – two great gobs of snaking white-grey matter that sprang and splattered against Louise's throat.
Dementedly she seemed to grip at him with her breasts straining, and as he fucked furiously in his orgasm, more and more ejaculations spewed out, splashing against Louise's face, her throat, into her hair even. Greedily, where she could, she licked avidly at the discharge running down her chin, her cheeks, blinding her even in one eye, and lying like meerschaum over her throat.
And still Andrew fucked until the mass of his coming was spent and he could ejaculate no more. At least ten times his volcano had erupted its load forward and upward as he fucked away in an all consuming lust. Now he could erupt no more. Balls tight in their wrinkled scrotum, prick expanded to bursting point, he was finished. And he knew it. Yet he retained tenderness enough to whisper a fervent, heart wrung "thank you!" as he fell, sideways, exhausted, on to the bed.