Chapter 7
"Whaat? You're crazy! I won't do it. Why, that's the most obscene thing I've ever heard of!"
Lyle eyed his irate wife. "It's not the most obscene thing I've ever heard of. There was this wife, see, who went to visit her husband's boss in his office and sucked his cock in front of his secretary."
"Lyle, damn you!"
"Shut up. I want to finish. Then, at a party, she did the cutest sixty-nine with that very girl while the boss watched. And of course she fucked him and sucked him off again."
"And what about her goddamned, fucking husband?" Elizabeth shrilled.
"Leave him out of this. He's a victim of circumstances. If he hadn't married such an ambitious, bitchy woman, he wouldn't have goofed off at the office and screwed himself up. Or at least he would have gone out and gotten himself another job ...but, oh no, his little dream of a wife wouldn't let him. Entirely of her own accord, she took a hand-or should I say a mouth?-'m the situation."
"You're disgusting!" she spat
"All right Now that we've both called names and gotten it out of our systems, there's the real and urgent question of what we're going to do right now. Brower's determined to get us together with Don and his wife for a no-holds-barred orgy, during which you and Jennifer will compete for the old fart's favors."
"Don't call him a fart," Elizabeth said, surprisingly. "He's more man than you'll ever be."
"Horse shit. But that's beside the point. Are you going to me party? Or am I going to quit my job, after you went to such extreme lengths to get me reinstated?"
"Oooh, damn ... damn!" She sank into a chair and held her forehead.
"It won't be so bad," Lyle said. "You certainly won't have to do any more than you did the other night, because you did everything then. And it'll be interesting to watch Jennifer Waverly in action. I'm looking forward to that"
"What makes you think she'll agree? And how dare Brower assume ..."
"He didn't assume anything," Lyle said, cutting her off. "She and Don invited him over to their home the other night, and she threw herself at him, just as you did. But at least Jennifer had the good taste to do it in private, at home, rather than where a secretary could walk in and get a big, fat eyeful."
She ignored the dig and demanded, "How do you know
Jennifer did that?"
"Brower told me." Lyle grinned. "He said there was no reason why any of us should have any secrets. He thought it was only fair to let me know where I stood in reference to Don. Promotion wise, he meant."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, you really started something, baby. You had no idea where it would lead, did you? But now we're in it and ... "
"All right... all right! I'll go to the fucking party. What do I care?"
She got up and flounced from the room. She went to the bedroom and put on a wrap.
"Where are you off to?" Lyle asked, as she passed through the living room en route to the front door.
"None of your goddamned business," she declared, and slammed the door behind her.
Don shook his head. He really had himself a marriage! It had never been great, yet it was rapidly getting worse. But it had one important advantage: It was his ticket to a new kind of fun, via the orgy route.
He looked forward to the opportunity to wallow with Jennifer while Don watched ... and to watch while Don fucked the hell out of Elizabeth. He hoped Don gave her merry hell! She deserved it.
Elizabeth drove to the closest telephone booth, which was at a service station on the boulevard, three blocks from her home.
She looked up a phone number she'd jotted down the other day and hurriedly placed the call. A woman answered.
"Lynn?"
"Yes. Who's this?" "Elizabeth."
"Well...baby!" the other woman purred. "Looking for some fun tonight?"
"I'm looking for the kind of tranquilizer that doesn't come out of a bottle," she said, and asked boldly, "Can you help me?"
"I'm ready, willing and able. Come on over."
"What about your husband?"
"The prick's away, as usual. Well have the house to ourselves."
"But is he likely to come back? If so, we could meet at a motel or something."
"Listen, when Fred goes out for the evening, he doesn't me back until two a.m. I'm sure you'll have to get back your hubby before then."
"All right-as long as you're sure it's safe."
"It is," Lynn said. "And hurry! I can't wail to see you." Her words, and the soft, throaty way they were uttered, fired Elizabeth. With this kind of encouragement, and with a husband like Lyle, she could turn into a first class Lez! God, maybe I'm one already.
Still, when Brower had fucked her, she'd responded.
She supposed she was, in Lynn's words, a switch hitter. Perhaps that was the best way to be. It gave her the best of both worlds.
Only she wasn't getting enough of the best from the world of men. Well, perhaps at the party she would. It might not be so bad, after all, as long as she and Jennifer were placed on an equal basis at the outset. She'd show that silly redhead before it was over.
But tonight she would have something more tender.. . something sweet and warm and juicy. Tonight she would have Lynn's lovely cunt. And even better than that, Lynn would tongue and suck hers. Oh, they would fly to the fucking stars!
The two women went into a warm clinch on the bed, and Lynn's husband watched from the other side of the two-way mirror. He'd resigned himself to a dull evening before Lynn had received that phone call. Now, suddenly, it was to be a fun night, a real fun night, because this time he would show himself to the voluptuous brunette who lay naked with Lynn.
He would let her watch him as he finished jacking off.
She would be repelled by the sight, no doubt, but that didn't bother him. The important thing would be for her to watch it Lynn had guaranteed to keep her on the bed until he was through masturbating.
That, presumably, would be the last they would see of Elizabeth. Well, she was expendable. Lynn was very good at picking up new ones.
Fred counted himself a lucky man to be married to such a clever and cooperative woman.
Lynn tenderly massaged Elizabeth's round, hobbling breasts. The blonde tweaked her nipples and tugged at them, making them taller and fuller than ever, "Suck .. . suck ..." Elizabeth hissed, and pushed the other woman's head down to her tits.
Lynn happily took a large, firm nipple in her mouth and made love to it with her lips, teeth and tongue. Elizabeth creamed delightedly. Lynn went to her other tit and licked its rubbery, rose-beige peg. She browsed over the soft shivery boob.
Elizabeth had her hand on Lynn's ass and was gently stroking her compact, rounded buttocks. Lynn worked her hand in between Elizabeth's thighs and fingered the slick, pliant lips of her pussy. Thick, sticky moisture rolled along those meaty folds.
Lynn's exciting mouth roamed Elizabeth's chest and middle-licking, sucking and nipping at her tingling skin. Lynn placed her lips around Elizabeth's navel and sucked gently. She reamed the little, crinkly cup with her tongue. She licked lower until she contacted Elizabeth's pussy hair. She browsed along the upper edge of the fluff, waggling her tongue in and out of it.
Suddenly she moved Elizabeth's thighs wide apart and bowed her head into the fragrant, warm valley between them. With a moan of pleasure, Elizabeth turned more fully toward the other woman and wrapped one of her full, soft thighs around Lynn's back. Lynn moved her lower body closer to Elizabeth's face.
Fred watched from just a few feet away. His cock was poker stiff in his clothes. His hand moved to his fly, opened it, and let his pecker out. He caressed it lovingly as he leaned tensely forward in his chair, his face almost pressing against the glass.
Elizabeth reached for Lynn's ass and pulled the other woman up close to her. Her face met Lynn's downy, sex-scented cunt. Elizabeth's lips worked Lynn's cunt lips apart, and Elizabeth's tongue sank into the slick, juicy quim.
She sucked as she received Lynn's sucking. She tongued Lynn's vagina and clit. She lapped up the juice that began to flow in copious volume.
Lynn's loving mouth sent wave after wave of excitement coursing through her, and she responded by giving greater excitement to the other woman. She nibbled at the lips of Lynn's pussy. She licked them up and down. She spent long moments nudging and twirling Lynn's tense clit with her restless tongue.
Fred took in all this, and his hand slid slowly up and down on his throbbing cock. The stiff, thick whang stuck up from his lap like a rocket. His balls gathered tightness. New blood coursed into his cock, making it even fuller and harder.
His eyes glazed a little as he stared fixedly through the glass at his wife and the other woman, while they sucked, caressed and writhed together. As their mutual excitement mounted, their mouths clamped down more ardently on each other's pussies. They squeezed each other's buttocks. Their tongues fluttered between the moist folds of cunt flesh.
Sensing that their involvement was about to reach its . peak, and being on a par with them in this regard, Fred got up from his chair and hurriedly left the bedroom where he'd been sitting. He took a few steps down die hail and entered the master bedroom, where the women lay.
Neither of them saw him at first. Elizabeth had her back to him, and his wife was buried too deeply between Elizabeth's plump thighs to see anything. He moved closer to the bed, his hand still gently stroking his large erection.
He stood next to his wife's head and was able to watch her spread lips working against the other woman's open cunt. Occasionally, when Lynn gasped for air, he would catch a glimpse of her flickering tongue.
There was something especially erotic about the sight of a rosy tongue sinking into an even rosier cunt. Fred worked his cock more vigorously.
He didn't have long to go now, and he wanted to make certain Elizabeth saw him before he lost his load.
He let out a rasping cry, "That's great! Great!"
Trembling at the brink of orgasm, Elizabeth didn't seem to hear him right away. But it took less than two seconds for the sound of his voice to penetrate her mind, and for her to realize what the sound meant: She was being watched by a man!
She raised her head from Lynn's love nest, and there, in the mirror before her, was the shocking image of a man with his cock sticking out of his open pants. He was stroking the massive hard-on. His eyes brightened when he saw her watching him. His mouth lolled.
As Elizabeth stared in shock, Fred let out a harsh groan and milky sperm leaped from his pecker, arcing out, over the bed. It fell in thick splats against Lynn's body and her own.
She gasped and let out a squeal. She tried to extricate herself from Lynn's embrace, but the other woman continued to grip her ass as she tongued and sucked at her suddenly desensitized cunt.
The drops of semen kept raining down on Lynn and herself as Fred's entire body shook and his pecker jerked in his fist. His eyes were glazed now, but he kept staring at her in the mirror, squeezing and stroking his cock.
As she watched, the ejaculation ceased. Lynn gripped
Elizabeth's head and pushed it between her thighs again. She crossed her legs over Elizabeth's back to hold her in place and attacked her wet, soft cunt with even greater zeal than before, tonguing her clit briskly and taking great, lapping sucks from Elizabeth's honey hole.
This got to her and, in spite of what she'd just seen in the mirror, she resumed making love to Lynn while her own passion surged once more toward a climax.
Fred slunk out of the room.
The women ate each other's cunts ravenously and achieved a dual climax, throbbing and heaving their loins against each other's faces. The honey flowed like spring rain, and they drank large gulps of it.
They were sated.
But Elizabeth's sense of satisfaction was dulled by the vision she'd had in the mirror and die feel of the man's thick cock-cream splatting against her thighs and ass.
She pushed clear of Lynn and sat up.
"Who was that?" she demanded. "Your husband?"
"Oh, did he come in?" Lynn inquired innocently.
"You know damned wed he did! Just what is this, anyway?"
"Take it easy." Lynn smiled and sat up. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"That's not the point," she said as she wiped off the man's semen with a tissue. "He had no business being here. And it isn't very pleasant to be splattered like that."
"Fred enjoys watching me with other women," Lynn said matter-of-factly as she joined Elizabeth in wiping off the goop. "And it seems to me that it doesn't do any harm."
"How long was he standing there?" "Not very long, probably."
"But if he enjoys watching ..."
"Most of the time, he watches through that mirror." Lynn pointed. "What?"
"It's made of two-way glass. From the other side, it's like a window."
"And you mean to say he was watching us all the while we were in here?" Lynn nodded, smiling blithely.
"And the other time, too?" Elizabeth was getting angrier and angrier. "Mm-hmmm."
"Lynn, you bitch!" "Easy ...easy."
Elizabeth snatched up her clothes and began dressing hurriedly. She just wanted to get out of there. It seemed she couldn't trust anyone. The whole fucking world was out to screw her!
Well, she would get back at them. She and Lyle would go to that party with the Waverlys and Brower, and she would make Jennifer look like a slouch. She would keep working on Brower until Lyle was assured of the big promotion.
Then after he got it, she would begin paying him back for all this, because it was all his frigging fault.
"Don't go 'way mad," Lynn said as Elizabeth prepared to leave. But die look on Lynn's face indicated that she didn't much care. She seemed faintly amused by the whole thing.
She was a female version of Cyrus Brower, Elizabeth decided, taking advantage of people with sardonic amusement. Those were the kind who seemed to make out best in this world-they had their fun and were never scarred.
But Elizabeth would have her day. She would see to that.
She slammed out of the house without another word to Lynn. She got into her car and drove in a state of cold fury, back to her unhappy home.