Afterward, Nancy Barber snuggled down between the two virile men. She had never felt happier than at this moment, but something disquieting had happened, she remembered, just at the moment Frank, pummeling into her, had brought her to soaring orgasm, while at almost exactly the same time she had been desperately swallowing Jim's thick semen jetting into her mouth.
"What was Cheryl's problem?" she asked, turning to Frank.
"She was upset, walking in on us and seeing all three of us going at it like that," Frank explained.
"Still holding out, eh?" Jim asked. "I was hoping that Charlotte would be able to soften her up for tonight!"
"What's happening tonight?" It was Frank's question.
"I was hoping we'd have an open-swinging session… with everybody balling!"
"Well," Nancy was thoughtful. "I don't know about Gene, either."
Frank volunteered the information, "Gene was with Cheryl earlier, but I don't know what happened… whether he made it with her or not."
"Hell, the way she reacted, I bet nothing happened!" Jim said.
"That's what I think, too!" Nancy added.
"But, if she isn't ready to swing tonight, it could put a damper on the whole thing!" Jim observed.
Frank thought about it. "Maybe… if I talked to her and explained what's happening."
"That's no good!" Jim exclaimed. "It's better if somebody else breaks her in! Like me!"
"Jim! You shouldn't! You still need rest." It was the nurse in Nancy speaking, again.
"Like hell! I feel fine, but first I'm going to have some more fun with you!" He reached out for her and clamped her lithe willowy body tight to his own raw-boned muscularity.
"Really, Jim! After all!"
"I told you that I was a stud, didn't I?"
Frank moved in close to her, his hardening penis jerking against the softness of Gene's wife's buttocks. Christ! Frank told himself: if there's going to be more fucking, I'll stick around for the fun!
Time flew, and later, completely satiated, Frank and Nancy left the Hardings' bedroom, Frank heading for the living room and a drink, Nancy to her own room to change her clothes.
"I want to get into a dress, and besides, Charlotte may need some help in the kitchen. We've got to eat, too!"
They left Jim asleep.
"What about tonight…?" Frank asked worriedly, as they stood together briefly in the hallway.
"We'll just have to play it by ear," she told him and disappeared into her and Gene's bedroom across the hall.
"Hi, sweetheart!"
Her husband Gene was lying on the bed; she knew instantly that he had been drinking… that he was-probably already half drunk. His smile was mean, belying his cheery greeting.
"Why couldn't you stay sober, Gene?" Nancy snapped, feeling an unwarranted irritation.
"It helps to pass the time… while my beautiful wife is getting the ass fucked off of her by one and all!"
"You're getting vulgar!"
"Yes," he went on, slurringly, "I'm vulgar… but you're obscene! I saw you over there, sucking off our host… while Frank was fucking you from behind… like a bitch in heat!"
"Gene!" she grated between clenched teeth. "I told you how it was going to be, and if you keep on like this, insulting me every chance you get, I will leave you. I'll get a divorce as soon as we get back home!"
"Hell! It's like being married to a whore, anyway!"
Nancy's face colored pink with her blush and rage. "Gene! Stop it! I won't stand for any more of this!"
"And neither will I!" He came off of the bed, grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her bodily onto the bed. "You're out fucking everything that's got a cock… and in between times you're making it with lesbians too, while I don't even get a smell!"
Nancy refused to cry out at his rough treatment of her. He had manhandled her before, and this was the last time he would do it, she decided. Her mind was made up right then. She would sue him for a divorce, as soon as she got home!
Dry-eyed, she looked up at him and said, "There won't even be so much as that… from now on! I'm leaving you, right now… so don't dare touch me, again, or I'll have you up for assault, too!"
Gene knew that she meant it.
"How can you leave me… when we're stuck here in this stinking lodge?"
"I'll move in with the Hardings!"
"I ought to fuck you silly, right now!" Gene growled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
"The only way you know how… by force…?" Nancy asked dryly. "That's really what's wrong anyway! You don't really know how to make love… make a woman want to fuck with you. Every time's more like a rape than loving sex!"
Gene stopped dead. The quick, straight arrow of truth stung him. It was a conclusion he had reached himself, but now in his confused drunkenness, he was making the same stupid mistake again.
"You'd prefer a tongue on your cunt… is that it?"
"Yes!" she told him truthfully. "A loving tongue… followed by a loving cock. Then I'd be ready and willing!"
"You mean… like it used to be with us… just you and me?" Gene asked, hope rising in him.
"We're beyond that… at least I am!" she told her husband. "… But, if you could change… learn how to turn me on, the way I like it… maybe we could…"
"Stay together…?"
"Yes… but only if you'd swing, too!"
The conditions his wife was laying down didn't seem so difficult after all. Within him that bubble of hope swelled even more, lifting him, and he swore to himself that he'd do everything he could to keep his marriage from floundering.
"You're on!" he told her jubilantly, his mind clearing of the alcoholic cobwebs, leaving him with a heightened, giddy feeling devoid of the sloppy drunkenness of a few moments before, when he was being mean and sarcastic.
"… And, I'm going to start by trying again with Cheryl Paynter!"
Nancy sat up on the edge of the bed, regarding her husband in a new light. She smiled up at him and said throatily, "I know this sounds funny for a wife to say to her husband… but I hope that you can do it! So far, not counting you, now… she's the only one who'd be left out of the party, tonight!"
"Which party…?"
"The one Jim is planning for tonight, with open swinging for everybody!"
"I'll do my best!" Gene declared, as he turned and left the room. "Wish me luck, darling!"
Gene Barber was pretty sure of what he would find going on in the Paynter's bedroom. When Charlotte had gone rushing down the hallway after the distraught, young wife, he had known that the AC/DC wife of their host was not doing so only to console her, but he was not quite prepared for the erotic scene taking place on the bed as he pushed quietly into the room to become a voyeur for the time being.
Cheryl Paynter was on her back, her legs splayed obscenely, as her loins gyrated upward against Charlotte's mouth, locked tight to her vaginal opening, and Charlotte's lustrous, jet-black hair was flowing down over the alabaster whiteness of Cheryl's thighs. It didn't take much imagination on Gene's part to realize that Cheryl Paynter was hanging on the expectant brink of orgasm as she was being licked and sucked and tongue-fucked to the heights of rapture. He heard the mewling moans of passion coming from the throats of both women, and counteringly there were also the more muted sounds of moistly moving tongues and lips. Below, as he watched avidly, his penis came to vibrantly instant life, growing throbbingly erect in a matter of a few moments. Damn! They're really going at it!
Suddenly, he knew: the real way to turn any woman on… is to stimulate her clitoris, preferably with mouth and tongue… until she is so far gone that nothing could stand in the way of her being fucked! And, Gene became a believer on the spot!
Intertwined, mutually giving and receiving, licking and sucking mouths on searing cunts, throats mewling and moaning out their pleasure, the two women were oblivious of Gene's presence as they approached the apogee of their mutual climax.
Cheryl, writhing desperately beneath Charlotte's expertly tantalizing tongue felt it begin for her in the long, shuddering convulsions of her body, which caused her pelvis to jerk upward spasmodically as wave after surging wave of welcome release broke in her like surf on a rocky seashore. It spread through her body and mind like a symphonic rhapsody of sensation. Fighting free of Charlotte's loins, she twisted her head aside, and she didn't recognize her own muffled voice screaming, "AAAAAaaaaaauuugggghhh! Oh, God! My G-o-d-d-d! I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm-m-m-m-m-m cummmmmmiinnngg! I'm cumming! Now! AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaauuuggghhh!"
Watching it happen, his eyes glued to the two writhing women on the bed, Gene's cock leaped inside his pants. It took all of his will power to force himself to watch only. God! Cheryl's vocal affirmation of her complete satisfaction made him want to be a part of it. He wanted to slam his cock into her right then and bring her to a second roaring orgasm; however, some sixth sense told him that now was not the time. Wait! Damn it! Wait until it's over for both of them…! Then, by God, I'll get in on it!
Above her, Charlotte's cunt ground down against her face, and as from a great distance Cheryl heard Charlotte's plaintive cry, "Oh, God, Cheryl! Keep on licking me…! Just a little more! I'm almost… ready to cum!"
As she was drifting off in a euphoria of sensual satisfaction, Cheryl realized dimly her woman-lover's plight. Ooooh! I can't let her not cum! Not now… after what she did for me! Her tongue lashed out to the other woman's throbbing clitoris to lick with renewed vigor even as her own gradually subsiding orgasm washed over and through her shimmeringly. She was sure at that moment that she had never experienced a more delightfully profound climax, brought on by what only a few minutes before she had denounced as dirty and obscene, wrong in every moral sense. Now she was not sure; she only knew that it had brought her pleasure beyond measure.
Then Charlotte was convulsing above her, her mouth opening wide, as she cried out her ecstasy. "Oh! Ooooohhh! OOOHHH! It's almost here! I'm… almost… ready… to cum! Noooowww! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa uuuuuggghhhhh!"
Jim Harding's wife collapsed in a heap and rolled from her topmost position, instantly reversing herself to stretch out beside Cheryl. Reaching out, she clasped the young wife to her and kissed her gratefully. "Oh, that was just lovely, Cheryl, darling! Just absolutely wild!"
Chokingly, her emotions still uncontrolled, Cheryl could only gasp in reply, "I can't believe it! It… was completely out of this world!"
… Then, from the corner of her eye, Frank Paynter's wife caught sight of Gene Barber. He was undressing, already down to his shorts. As he stood up naked then, she saw the massively hardened erection lancing out from the hairiness of his loins, his balls swinging free beneath it and above his paunch hung down over his abdomen almost obscenely.
"Gene!" she gasped. "What are you… doing here…?"
The rotund lawyer smiled amiably down at them, as Charlotte, too, turned to look at him. "Watching you two get at it!" he told them. "Wow! What a performance!" He came to the edge of the bed and eased his bulk onto it.
Charlotte knew his intention, the meaning of his presence, instantly, "And, now you want to join the party, right?"
"Right!" he grinned. "Any objection?"
Jim Harding's wife's eyes swept over him, and turning to her back, saw that he was watching Cheryl's horrified face. She found him not too repulsive. All he needs to do is take off about thirty pounds! Underneath the flab on his frame she recognized what was once an excellent body. He was just out of condition from sitting behind a desk, eating too many high-calorie foods and getting little or no exercise.
"I've no objection," the black-haired beauty told him, smiling a little lewd smile. "In face, I think it'd be kind of fun!" Her hand drifted over and went between his legs to grip the thick hard length of his wildly throbbing cock.
"But… I-I don't want to…" Cheryl began, objecting.
"Hush, darling," Charlotte said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but maybe you'd like to watch? Have you ever watched anybody fucking…?"
"N-No… no, I haven't…"
Gene's avid, brown eyes were devouring Cheryl; it was her he wanted… her he wanted to plunge his pulsing cock into and fuck half silly, but it was Charlotte who was offering herself… was ready and willing now. Cheryl's refusal stung him, and in view of his earlier actions with her, he didn't blame her. At least, now, he was trying to understand.
"Damn it, Cheryl, it's you I want to fuck!" he blurted. "And, I can't blame you… for not wanting to… after what happened, but maybe you'll change your mind… later…"
"You've got me…" Charlotte reminded him. "I'm still all hot and bothered, and I could cum, again… in just a little while…" She spread her thighs, her naked loins undulating up at him invitingly. "So why don't you take me, first?"
"I won't change my mind!" Cheryl said adamantly, as she sat up and moved to the opposite edge of the bed.
She became a watcher then as Jim Harding's wife held her arms to the lawyer, and he came in between her willing thighs, the lance of his massive cock pressing lewdly into the still moist slit of her pussy to lie log-like hard against her still swollen clitoris.
He was kissing her then. Cheryl saw their mouths weld together in a moist open kiss, and she imagined the erotic things their tongues were doing deep inside. Gene's hands were caressing Charlotte's body, cupping the voluptuous fullness of a breast, his fingers rolling the pink nipple to spiky hardness while the areola puckered into a crinkle around its base.
Cheryl felt embarrassed, being there so close to them and watching every move they made. She remembered how she had felt the one time she had consented to go to a pornographic motion picture with Frank. She was embarrassed almost to tears with the display of nakedness and unbridled sex; although, she had known in advance that it would be like that. Her husband had refused to let her walk out, and she had sat through it, not really looking at the images on the screen. Ugh! It was just horrible!
But now there was a difference… a huge difference! Her body, so highly aroused just moments before, as she had soared to the stars with such delight, in an orgasm induced by Charlotte's tongue, was still on a high level of arousal, and as she watched the two naked bodies, writhing on the bed, she became aware that her own body was reacting: there was that beautifully delightful warmth glowing in her loins and the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips told her that whether she wanted it or not, her body was preparing her for another sexual encounter. Oh, no! I-I really… don't want that!
She could have left the room. All she had to do was get up off the bed, throw on her clothing and leave… but she didn't! Almost hypnotically, she watched as Gene Barber began to slither down over Charlotte's body, his mouth kissing and sucking her soft, full breasts, one by one; then, he was moving on down, farther, until his mouth was on the other woman's heaving belly. Charlotte adjusted her thighs, spraying them obscenely wide and pulling them back hard against her chest to allow the lawyer full access to the feast of her vibrantly throbbing pussy.
Then, his mouth was there, his tongue shooting out to lick at the black-haired beauty's hardened clitoris. As Charlotte gasped convulsively with the erotic contact of tongue and clitoris, Cheryl, knowing now what the other woman was feeling, how delightful it was, felt a little left out. The needful throb of her own newly aroused pussy was like a forlorn cry in the darkness for help. Hardly knowing what she was doing, Cheryl reached her hand out to Charlotte's breast. Suddenly, she was kissing the other woman's breasts, sucking the still moist nipples, wetted by Gene's mouth, and she was moaning deep in her throat, attempting to stifle a passion within her that would not be contained. Then Charlotte's arms were around her, smoothing and caressing her, and she heard her murmur hoarsely into her ear, "Honey… I know you're all hot, again! If you want too… you can come on up here… where I can get at you… and I'll lick your cunt for you… okay?"
Cheryl raised her head from the other woman's breast and looked up at her gratefully… "At the same time as he's…?"
"Of course, darling! Come on! All you have to do is straddle my face… with your head towards the head of the bed!"
"… B-But… how about when Gene'll want to…?"
"Fuck me?" Charlotte finished for her. "No problem!"
Hearing the moist, sucking and licking sounds of Gene's mouth on Charlotte's wetly flaring cunt and seeing the passion in the black-haired woman's face, Cheryl couldn't wait to be a part of it. God! How she wanted that blissful feeling again, the wonderful sensations charging like high-voltage electricity through her body to bring her to that exalted summit of sexual release. What's happening to me? I feel like I can't get enough of it! With nubile agility, she positioned herself expectantly over Charlotte's face. Then, as her hips gyrated down toward Jim's wife's sensuous lips, she looked down to see that pink, tongue snake out and up. "OOOooooh!" she breathed, her gasp a long, drawn out ode to sensuality. "That's good! It feels so good, Charlotte, darling! Do it! Lick me, good! Lick my… cunt!"
Never before had she pronounced that word! Now, however, she said it and meant it. It seemed like the right word to use. Lightning flashed along her nerve endings, and everything seemed to concentrate below in the pulsing sensations of her fully aroused clitoris as Charlotte caressed it wetly with her tongue.
Behind her, she was aware now that Gene was moving. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he was kneeling between Charlotte's passion-quivering thighs, the hard rubbery head of his cock being guided straight into the other woman's vaginal opening by her own hand. Then, he was thrusting it deep and hard into her… and Cheryl felt the shock of it in the other woman's body below.
Then he was goring deep, his hips rising and falling, as his cock slid in and out of the black-haired beauty's cuntal sheath. She heard the rasp of the lawyer's breath and the slap of flesh on flesh as his loins slapped up hard against Charlotte's nakedly upturned cunt.
She couldn't watch any more. Turning her head back around, Cheryl closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of a heartfelt wish that had crossed her mind. Oh, God! I don't really want that! I don't want him to… to fuck me, too!
But, it was there, in her mind. She had actually thought it. She had wondered whether Gene would be able to fuck her… after he had fucked Charlotte. If she cums right away… and he doesn't shoot his sperm into her… he could… do it to me… too! God! Would I let him? Do I dare? She didn't know. Then, there was one thing of which she was sure, she decided; it was Frank, her husband, she wanted. Oh, I wish he were here… so I could show him how very much I do love him! He had said so much in that one word, because! The only answer he had given her as she demanded an unreasonable "Why?" from him. Why? Because I haven't been much of a wife to him, lately!
Beneath her wide-splayed legs, where Charlotte's tongue now was dipping deeply into the seething interior of her vagina, she heard the quick, rasping breath of passion, and she guessed that her hostess was rising again on the swift pinions of imminent orgasm. Behind her, Gene, too, was breathing hard, and in the stillness, Cheryl was sure that she could hear the moist lewd sound of his penis thrusting in and out of Charlotte's steaming cuntal passage. Somehow, in her mind the soft, barely audible whisper of man-cock in woman-cunt was translated in her mind, the action giving rise to the word that ricocheted around inside her skull: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK! It was another of those words she knew but would never say – even to herself, for she considered them crude, vulgar, nasty and dirty. But, when you listen… that's what it really sounds like: fuck!
Suddenly, beneath her, Charlotte was no longer tonguing her; the black-haired woman was convulsing spasmodically, her head flailing from side to side, and as Cheryl glanced back over her shoulder, she saw that Gene Barber was plunging into her deep and hard, sweat popping out on his brow with the effort and his breath coming in huge gasps, while Charlotte's soft, full and classically tapered thighs splayed out wide on either side of his pile-driving hips.
"Oh, God! Gene! Fuck me… hard! I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g! I'm c-u-m-m-i-n-g! IIII'mmmmm ccuuuuummiiinnnnggg! AAAAAaaaaaooouuuggghhh!"
Then, Charlotte's hands were on her buttocks pushing her from her straddling position above the black-haired woman's face. Cheryl didn't understand it. The only thought in her mind was the terrifying idea that she was going to be denied the pleasure of her approaching orgasm, for she was already at that high peak of arousal, where she tottered on the spewing edge of a volcanic crater. She wanted it! God! How she needed it!
Somehow, she clambered away, and in the next instant, she was on her back, her own thighs spread wide and obscene, her loins gyrating with her passionate need, and she was holding her arms out to Gene, imploringly. Her voice, unreal, muffled, was saying words she had never dared say before. "Me next… Gene! Fuck me… next! Oh, God! I'm just about ready… to cum!"
Gene Barber stared at her in disbelief. He stopped and looked down at Charlotte, seeing her face, serene now, as her climax washed through her, relaxing her passion-trembling limbs.
"Fuck her, damn it!" Charlotte choked out at him. "She's begging you for it!"
Moving his bulk, quickly, agilely, he withdrew his wildly expanding cock from the sheath of Charlotte's clasping vagina and kneewalked up between Frank Paynter's wife's tapered thighs.
Cheryl was not thinking, now; she was acting only on pure instinct, as she reached down to grasp the warmly pulsating shaft of the lawyer's cock to direct it to the needful hole of her cunt. As the chunky cock-head nudged in between the inner petals, moist from her exudate and Charlotte's saliva, she moaned out a heartfelt sigh of expectancy, her ecstasy knowing no bounds as she knew now that she would not be frustrated in her passionate desire. "OOOoohh! God! Finally!"
Instinctively, she pulled her knees back hard against the petite firmness of her breasts, just as Gene went into her with a rush, his cock dilating her cuntal entrance cruelly and his thick length sliding deeply into her until the head of it flicked past her cervix and buried itself up against the blind back wall of her cuntal passage.
She groaned this time with the pain. "OOOooh!" But, as his pelvis smacked hard up against her naked, upturned buttocks, she was sure that she could feel every ridge of his cock-flesh against the soft interior walls of her vagina. The rapture of the sensations flashing through her caused her to undulate her loins back up to him after an instinctive retreat.
"Quick… Gene! Fuck me… hard… and fast! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
He did! He drove into her hard and fast, plunging deep and forcefully and attempting to find the absolute depth of her cunt with his plumbing cock.
Countering him, her hips writhed beneath his pounding cock, as she took all of him deep into her seething cuntal sheath, ecstatically and only dimly aware that she had already made the ultimate transgression into adultery. At that moment she didn't care. All she wanted was what she was getting. The moral question, so important to her before, would have to be answered… later. It was all so thrilling… so wonderful to lie there and be fucked within an inch of her sanity.
Charlotte watched quietly for a moment or two, but then as she raised up to support herself on an elbow, lying on her side, she reached out a hand to caress Gene's rising and falling buttocks, a finger slipping down into the hairy crease of his buttocks to tantalize the puckered flesh of his tiny anal opening. He reacted to the erotic sensation it produced in him, and he felt the heightened effect of it, never having known how good it would feel.
"What the hell…?" he growled.
"Just giving you an extra little charge!" she leered at him.
"Damn! You can say that, again!" he grunted, feeling as though his pulsing cock driving deep into Cheryl's squirming loins beneath him was expanding almost to the bursting point. It made him want to plunge all the more wildly, and it seemed to him that he had never felt so virile and potent as he did right then.
"Do you want me to go on?" Charlotte murmured.
"Sure! I suppose so…"
Charlotte was on her knees, then, kneeling beside them, and she was dipping her middle finger into the droplets of copious moisture gathered around the cruelly stretched opening of Cheryl's vagina, where Gene Barber's rampaging cock slid in and out with jackhammer force. Finding his anus again, between his flexing buttocks, she pressed her finger against the crinkled flesh and pushed in hard. Gene stiffened and gasped, but he didn't stop pounding cock into the tight-sheathing cunt of Frank Paynter's wife.
It was a new and strange sensation to him. Christ! That's sexy as hell! Then, as his anus adjusted to the strange presence, he felt the pressure of her finger against his prostate, stimulating it and propelling him toward almost instant ejaculation.
Cheryl beneath him, felt a rapture she had never known as his massively thick length drubbed in and out of her wide-held cunt, filling her completely, but the fact that it was not her husband who was filling and fulfilling her, made of it an act of pure raw sex. It was only her own lust which made her accept the man slaving away above her… a lust she now knew was almost uncontrolled.
Then suddenly she arrived. Her climax burst over her ecstatically as she convulsed, the spasms of her orgasm racing through her body with the speed of electricity, and she was in a never-never land of exquisite beauty for a fleeting moment, a glimpse, she thought, of what Paradise must be.
Open-mouthed, her scream of fulfillment burst from her, "AAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuuggghhh! OOOooooooohhh! Myyyyyyyyy Goddddddd! IIIIIII'mmmmm cuuuummmiiiinnnggggg! Fuck me! Hard! Fuuuucccck mmmeeeeeee!"
At the same time as Frank Paynter's wife began her writhing, screaming orgasm, beneath him, Charlotte, knowing that now was the time, shoved her middle finger in Gene's anus all the way to the palm of her hand, revolving it around in the spongy tissue of his rectum, titillating his sensitive cock-flesh into instant ejaculation.
Gene Barber came and came and came… almost endlessly, it seemed, his cock expanding and jerking as his white-hot sperm was pumped through the rock-hard length of his still pounding cock to splash deep up into the clasping sheath of her ecstatic cunt. "AAAAaaagggh!" he groaned; then, "Christ! I'm still cumming!"
He collapsed, his weight coming down hard on Cheryl's petite body, and Charlotte's finger was ripped from his anus. "Goddamn!" he swore with his overwhelming satisfaction. "I've never cum like that, before!"
Beneath his pudgy body, Cheryl squirmed to be free of him and with a reluctant groan he rolled to his side from on top of her.
Charlotte snuggled down beside him on the opposite side from Cheryl and whispered, "How'd you like it…?"
"Great! But, Christ, I don't know how much of that I could stand! I feel like I'm drained dry… for sure!"
"That's what you fellows always say, but you're always ready for the next time, after you've rested for awhile," their hostess told him. "So, I suppose you'll be ready for the party, tonight!"
Cheryl, who had hung on the brink of unconsciousness, her climax more intense than any she had ever experienced, was just returning to reality as her senses began to function once more. Along with that reason returned, also, and she felt a deep shame in what she had just done.
"Party?" she queried. "Do you mean… more sex… and everybody doing it to everybody else?"
"Yes, darling," Charlotte answered. "And, now that you've gotten your feet wet, maybe you'd like to be a part of it."
"That isn't what was wet!" Gene cut in.
"Hush, clown!" Charlotte warned.
"Ugh!" Frank's wife shuddered. "I don't think I could do something like that… so cold-bloodedly!"
"You just did!" Gene challenged.
"I couldn't help myself!"
"Then, just let it happen… like just now! That's all you have to do!" Charlotte counseled.
"I-I… don't know. I feel so… so terrible about it not being able to control myself."
"What's to control? Sex is to enjoy… and when you like, why fight it?" Charlotte reasoned. "Besides, Frank is hoping that you'll want to do it…"
"Yeah, I imagine he is!" Cheryl was sarcastic, but at the same time, she found herself wondering. Could I? I'll almost have to, now… if I want to hang onto him. "I'll have to think about it!" she added.
Nancy found Frank Paynter in the living room nursing a drink.
Looking up at her as she came down the steep, rustic stairs, he asked, "Well, what's happening up there, now, Nancy?"
"I think your wife may be getting a preview of coming attractions for tonight!" she told him, going on into the kitchen to finish getting the evening meal ready, which Charlotte had started.