Chapter 8
Jan had breakfast ready again this morning by the time I arose. She seemed unusually cheerful when I kissed her good morning. "You're going to spoil me, honey, with all this super service."
"Have to take good care of the breadwinner in this family,"she replied lightly.
As I looked up at her over my coffee cup, I thought I'd never seen her so completely rested and relaxed. "You must have had a good night's sleep."
"Never better. I may go shopping this afternoon, Jim. I'd like to find another dress for the party at Hubbard's."
"Fine. I want my wife to be the choice of the evening. I have to shower. Thanks, honey."
Having showered and shaved, I was packing a one-suiter bag when Jan came in from the kitchen.
"You're going out of town?"
Startled, I looked up into her questioning eyes. Goddamn it! I'd meant to mention this last night. "Just a possibility," I replied. "Didn't I tell you last night?"
"No."
From the frown on her brow, I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but apparently she was teed off that I had failed to tell her. "I'm sorry. I've been so damned involved with this Hubbard account presentation, I don't know my ear from a hole in the ground. We've been having some trouble with the Qaussen account in Milwaukee and the boss decided I'd better get up there for a day. It's not a possibility that I'm going... it's a definite probability." The frown disappeared from her brow and she smiled happily.
"Jim, honey, I'm so glad the boss chose you to straighten things out. I'm proud of my man. Can I help you pack? " "I've got everything, thanks."
She accompanied me to the garage. "Are you going to drive?"
"Yes. Much more convenient when I get there." "Be careful, darling. And good luck. Call me from Milwaukee."
As I drove away, I thought, what a lucky guy I am to have a wonderful wife like Jan . . . and what a sonofabitch I am to lie about a business trip to Milwaukee as an alibi for spending a day and a night with Marie Dulong.
I spent less than an hour at the office, telling my secretary that I had to spend the day with a potential customer, and couldn't be reached, but that I would call in late in the afternoon.
Marie was waiting for line in front of her apartment in Evanston. I opened the car door for her and set her overnight bag on the rear seat, then walked around the back of the car to get in the driver's side.
I sat looking at her lovely figure in a sleeveless dress of marine blue. She carried a coat of matching color. "Damn! You look gorgeous."
"Thanks, Jim, you look real sharp yourself. Where are we going? " "That's up to you, honey. I was thinking we could run up to Milwaukee, if you'd like. That would take several hours going, and several hours returning-maybe six hours we could put to better use."
"Right! Any other ideas?"
"We could check into the Palmer House. That's right handy, and no time wasted."
"Good. I've never stayed there."
"Okay. I'd better stop in a gas station and call in for a reservation."
I had trouble keeping my mind on my driving, with this fresh and toothsome beauty beside me. The Palmer House had a one-bedroom suite on the top floor.. . yes, with a double bed . .. yes, for one night, thank you.
It was a quarter to eleven when the porter showed us into our suite. I locked the door as soon as he left. Marie was already out of her dress by the time I reached the bedroom. I clumsily assisted with the rest of the unveiling and took her in my arms. We kissed in an exploratory way, our tongues thrusting, my hands busy at her back and shapely buttocks. "Give me a minute, darling, to get out of these clothes. My cock feels like it's in prison."
While I undressed, she laid back the counterpane and top sheet. I stood bedside, naked, looking down at her toffee-colored loveliness, gorging my eyes on her firm upthrust breasts, centered by small pink buds rising out of rose-velvet circles. My glance traveled hungrily over the flow of smooth satiny flesh across the flat plane of her belly, down to the glowing furriness of her pubes. After my learning session with Helen last Monday, I could really appreciate the descriptive phrase that came to mind: real eating pussy!
"I hope I can do justice to this," I said, with no mock humility.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "With that man-sized prick! Honey, I hope I can take it."
She held out her arms and I lay down beside her. "I'm so glad you asked me last night to meet you. I'm going to enjoy these next twenty-four hours with you, Jim. I want to get that experience with Milt Hagen out of my mind."
"Didn't you two get along?"
"I've made it a firm rule never to talk about one man to another, but I just can't stand him. I'm still black, despite the color of my skin. I felt like he was trying to use me, like some nigger upstairs maid. I insist on being treated like a human being . . . and I don't like it up the ass!"
"Whoa! Baby! Don't get yourself upset. That's all over with. Let's concentrate on this business." My right hand palmed her breast, then moved quickly down to her mound. "Oh, I can't tell you how lovely you are. Let me try to show you."
My mouth sought her lips, and I crushed her to me, feeling the sharp points of her nipples in my chest. Her mouth opened and our tongues laved and loved and thrust at each other. Her left hand moved up and down my back, setting off little circles of spasms while the sole of her left foot caressed my calf. My feeling of inadequacy in love-making that had first reared up in my hours with Helen was again thrusting up in my mind like a sharp thorn.
I had always thought that shoving my over-sized prick into a hole it was meant to fill should completely satisfy any woman. Yet, since joining up with this swap group, even Jan had seemed to need more from her sexual experience than a pussy filled with cock. This woman was undoubtedly a connoisseur in the variations on the theme of sex, and up until last Monday, I had known, and been able to play, only the lead melody. I had determined to be no longer the yokel with the big prick and the delayed fuse, but to become a master in the stimulation and the satisfaction of the full range of erotic delights-excluding, of course, the kooky offshoots.
"Marie, honey, I need your help."
She raised up on her elbow, and stared at me, wide-eyed. "In what way?"
I hesitated for a moment in embarrassment. "This may sound silly to you, but I want to learn to eat pussy."
She smiled. "No, it's not silly, Jim. There's a lot more to it than just sticking your nose into it. And a woman really appreciates a man who is good at it. I'll be glad to help. Besides," she added with a chuckle, "I'll enjoy every move of yours while you're learning."
"How do I start? " Sitting up, she put a pillow behind her back. "At the beginning. Have you ever tried it? " "Yes. Once." "Did you like it?"
"I was very much surprised . . . yes, I did."
"Why do you want to do it again? Because you like it?"
"Well, partly. Mostly though, because I found out that the woman was very much thrilled."
"Good. The woman's pleasure is primary. That's the basic point. The same principle holds true in every aspect of our lives, Jim, if you think of it. The most pleasure any of us gets in life, is by making someone else happy. It's too bad that in love-making, damn few men realize this." Yes.
"I'm not going to give you an hour's lecture. I just wanted to make sure you grasped the basis of this. A woman, when she loves, wants more than anything else, to feel that she is loved, and in cunnilingus, a man does this best by actually making love to her flesh, to every nerve of her body. He is speaking his love with his tongue and his lips directly into the flesh of her body, searching out the areas that respond, the most sensitive parts, that he might establish a flow of sensual delight-it becomes, really, a wordless, two-way communication of their mutual love."
"That's exactly how I felt my first time."
"The rest of it is mechanical, Jim. If you are really making love to her flesh, you won't be monotonously licking her skin as a horse tongues at a salt block-you'll be nibbling and nuzzling and tongue-brushing your affection of her every sentient part that goes to make her the woman you love." Stretching out on her back, she smiled up at me. "Now, come, love me."
"You lovely thing, you," I whispered, crushing her to me. My lips found her mouth alive and responsive, and my tongue tip traced the outline of her lips, lapping at the underside, slipping between her teeth, meeting her stiff tongue, poised and ready to touch and play. My lips nibble up her cheek, kissing each eyelid, brushing lightly across her eyebrows, back and forth, sensing their delicate response. Now, my mouth over her ear, my tongue traces the outer edges, plunges into her ear. Lips nibble at her lobe, take the pulse of her carotid artery as they nibble down into her shoulder. At the urging of my fingers, she rolls over to lie on her belly and I kneel astride her, my buttocks resting lightly on her thighs.
As I lean forward, my genitals rest in the crack of her ass, and I sense the shudder of delight at their touch. My tongue is a stiff, wet brush on the smooth skin of her shoulders, making small circles over her scapulas, then my mouth nuzzles up and down her spine, into her sacral dimples. My lips sense the small ripples of pleasure twitching in response. Her buttocks are mounds of sensitive flesh and muscle that spasm with reflexive twinges as I gently bite and nuzzle all over them, down into the crack between, up from her coccyx, along her spine to her neck. At fingertip direction, she rolls over on her back, lying between my knees.
My cock, thick and stiff, is centered over the cleft of her breasts. She licks her lips, reaches up to take my prick and draws it down into her cleft, then presses her breasts together to enfold it in warm flesh. Her hand on my ass-cheeks urges me forward and she tongues the dripping dew as her lips close around the glans. Feeling her tongue working around the underside of the ridge, I push forward, thrilled to the warm, wet oral reception. Does she want me to come like this? But she draws her head back, releasing my cock.
"I love that, honey," she whispers. "We'll do it that way later."
I kiss her lips, nuzzle down into the clavicle hollow below her chin. Her finger traces a line across her shoulder and my lips follow it, out to the edge of her armpit, down the outer edge of her breast and underneath, up into her cleft, out under the other breast and up the outer edge to the armpit. Without further guidance, I retrace the route, nibbling, nuzzling, tonguing the sweet smooth flesh, loving the taste of it, savoring the floral scent of her perfume wafting up from the warmth of her cleft. I mouth with loving gentleness the tender flesh of her breasts, tonguing around the dark pink aureoles, mounding the hardened nipples up to my lips, suckling them, sucking, then opening my mouth wide to draw up as much of her breast as I can hold, feeling one hand on the back of my neck as the other cups the breast up, her fingers feeding my greedy and loving suckling.
As my lips move off her breast mounds, down the slope of her stomach to the expanse of her belly, she slides a pillow under her ass. My mouth moves over her belly, around her dimpled navel and I thrill to the ripples of pleasure my gorging lips set in motion. Into the mound of fuzzy black goes my tongue, the tip of it stalking through the matted brush as stealthily as a cat, finding the edges of her sweetmeat, moist and unfurred. My nose hovers above it, nostrils flaring to catch the exciting scent. As my tongue dips into the tender crevice, her hips rise, her legs spread and I slither around to settle my body between them. She lifts her feet straight up, and I look, close-up, into her furry crack, see the swollen outer lips of her cunt, red and glistening.
My tongue laps gently into them, blotting up the sweet dew, moving up to circle around her hardened joybud that triggers cries of ecstatic delight. My mouth moves over to her thigh, and I nose into the tender flesh, loving the scent of her, nuzzling up the inside of her leg, mouthing, loving, kissing up to her knee and back down again, brushing across through moist hair to the other side, up, up to the knee, and back down, slowly, more slowly, now, teasing the cuntal lips that twitch impatiently to welcome my loving mouth. Into her wet slot I burrow, feeling her hands and fingers caressing my ears, pulling my face closer. Her legs drop over my shoulders, imprisoning my head, her hips thrusting up, rotating, bucking. "Ooh!" From far off, her joyous moans, dimly heard through the confines of her clasping thighs, incite my tongue and lips to deeper probing while my nose presses into her clitoris.
"Ooh! I love it, honey. Love it! Eat me up!" My hands are in the small of her back, fingers working up and around to sense the tremors in her belly muscles as her ass gyrates, rolls and bucks, faster now, faster.. . "Oh! Baby mine, I'm ... OOH!"... I feel the tenseness build as she ceases all movement momentarily and my mouth opens wide, my lips spread in an unseen smile of joy against her cuntal lips as her cries of delight and her wild, bucking ass pounds into my face and I feel the flow of her passion's juices into my sucking mouth and down my chin, suckling every drop I can catch, still tonguing, tickling her tissues for the last of her love-dew, until her violent movements cease, and her legs slide off my shoulders. I slide up in the bed, lie on my back, and with my hands, direct her into a squatting position over my face. Then I lave the last drippings from her.
She settles down beside me, lapping the viscid film from my lips, chin, nose and cheeks. Then she closes her lips over mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, murmuring Mmm! Mmm! Raising up on an elbow, she grins down at me. "You liar, you!"
I smiled at her happily. "You liked it!"
"I blew my mind, man. That's as fine a loving as I've ever had." She kissed the tip of my nose. "What a phony you are . . . Marie, teach me how to eat it! Excuse me, lover. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
As she disappeared into the bathroom, I glanced at my watch, astonished to find it was half past twelve. I had promised to call Jan when I got to Milwaukee. Waiting, through the flushing of the toilet and the running of water in the washbowl, I picked up the receiver and asked the operator to dial my home phone. Marie came into the room and I put my finger to my lips. She knelt on the floor, leaning over to kiss and nibble down my belly, into my pubic hair, rousing my cock into instant stiffness. Her lips nibbled up the shaft to close over the swollen crown, when Jan answered.
"Hi, honey. I just arrived up here. Thought I'd call and tell you I arrived safely." As I listened to Jan, I glanced down to see my ass thrusting up off the bed, forcing my cock deeper into Marie's suckling mouth.
"No, Jan. I'm sure I can't make it home tonight. I won't be able to get away from here until noon tomorrow. What's that? Oh, sure. You know I'll do a good job. I'll call you tonight. Exactly at ten. Good-bye, dear."
Marie moved up beside me. "I like your wife, Jim. She seems like a very sweet, sensitive person."
"She liked you too. Say, honey, it's going on one. Would you like some lunch? " "Let's have a quick one." She giggled. "Come on, baby, get up here and lay it between my tits. That'll be my cocktail before lunch."
Kneeling astride her, my thick stiff cock buried in the folds of her breasts pressed together by her biceps, I thought what an idiot I'd been about sex-compulsively ignorant of even the different positions of intercourse, to say nothing of the infinite possibilities for erotic delights in the use of oral and anal cavities. Hell, I'd even resented the one time Jan had climbed on top of me and wanted to lay me in that position. What a surprise I had in store for her when I started to practice my newly gained techniques on her. I'd have to be careful to introduce them gradually, though.
My mind was tickled back to my present position by the tip of Marie's tongue at the head of my prick, lapping the dew from the meat. Her eyes were alight with joy as she opened her mouth to engorge the head of my prick. There was no question about her delight in sex. She tongued the underside and sensitive foreskin with obvious relish, and I pushed it forward deeper into her mouth, feeling the strong sucking take hold of it. Damn! This was enjoyable, the warmth of her breasts enfolding the thick shaft, the wet warmth of her mouth laving the head of it. I wondered how Jan would like this-wondered how long it would take her to master the art of sucking it-wondered if she would like it when she did try it. . . oh, Jan, honey, what thrills you have in store for you! And then I remembered! My God! This was Thursday already. I hadn't laid her since last Sunday night! Oh, Jan, baby! I'll make it up to you. Ooh! Baby! Take it, suck it, baby, take it! Take it!