Chapter 3
Tom rose from his desk to greet the handsome man that had just walked into his office. He extended his arm, and they shook hands warmly. "Dick, how are you? Good to see you!"
Dick settled himself comfortably in a brown leather easy chair by the window. He crossed his legs and pulled a cigarillo from his pocket. Tom lit it for him. "I'm doing just fine, Tom." He looked slyly at the other man. "I see you've got a new secretary out there, man. She's a knockout. Any attachments?"
Despite himself, Tom blushed a little. "She's her own woman, Dick. It's up to you, but I've got to warn you that every guy that comes up here has his eye on her."
"I can see why. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be homing in on your territory if I had a go at her. I wouldn't want my Name to become mud around here. You guys give me a lot of good work."
Tom liked the older man, but he always felt self-conscious when Dick started talking about women, as he almost always did. For some reason, Tom felt Dick expected him to share his own attitudes toward the opposite sex. He knew it was silly, but Tom felt like a bit of a square around Dick Major. He grinned at the other man, tried to appear nonchalant. "As long as you keep giving us the kind of work you have so far, you've got the pick of the office. With the ladies' consent, of course. As for me, I've got all I can handle with one beautiful wife."
Dick pulled long and hard on his cigarillo. He watched smoke rings curl up toward the window. "Don't get me wrong, Tom. I love my own wife as much as the next guy. It's just that I'd even get tired of filet mignon if I had to eat it every day ... if you know what I mean." He handed an envelope to Tom. "See what you think of these."
Tom arranged the photographs Dick had brought on the desk. His mind was still on his friend's words. "You know, Dick, when I was a kid, I used to eat peanut butter sandwiches for lunch every goddamn day. And I never once got tired of them. I guess maybe that's the difference between us."
Dick smiled. "Yeah ... but I bet when you grew up and found out about salami and pastrami and corned beef on rye, you started branching out a little, right?"
Tom grinned ruefully and turned his attention to the pictures. "These are good, Dick. Really good. You make this woman look like she was born in red velvet and diamonds."
"That bitch probably was. I'm sure as hell she hasn't got a pussy, for one thing. If she has, it's probably emerald-studded and sealed tighter than Fort Knox." The knowing smile on Tom's face irked Dick at first. Then his features relaxed into his usual lazy some women would say "sexy" - grin.
"In other words, she wouldn't let you score with her, right?"
A long sigh escaped Dick's throat. "Man, I didn't even get out of the bullpen."
Tom seemed to relax. He settled into the high-backed chair behind his desk and put his feet up while he continued to peruse the pictures. "Well, Dick, the only thing I can say in consolation is that there are plenty more where that came from. About a hundred million in this country alone, I guess, if you're not particular about age or capacity."
"That's where you're off-base, buddy. I'm very particular. I pick only the best and the prettiest. After all, you don't bury twenty-four-carat in plate nickel." He patted the crotch of his trousers complacently.
"The only problem with you, Dick, is you're too goddamn modest." There was a slight edge in Tom's voice. Dick was a great guy in many respects, but around women, he was like a wolf let loose in the sheepfold. Without mercy.
"Say, Tom, I didn't tell you the good news. You and I are going to be neighbors. The wife and I are moving in on the weekend. Just four doors away, Sammy told me."
Tom was pleased. He didn't know many of his neighbors. Dick would be fun to have around. At once, he thought of his beautiful, horny wife. Better make sure Dick didn't get to her before she'd been forewarned. "Hey, Dick, why don't you and your wife come by the house for dinner tonight? It'll be a great chance to get acquainted with each other's wives ... Ann doesn't have many friends in the neighborhood. I'm sure she'll be glad to meet your wife."
"Sounds good, Tom. I'll call home and get things straight with Susan."
Ann gave Tom a chill greeting when he got home from work that night. She pulled away when he tried to kiss her.
"What the heck's the matter with you?"
"Nothing ... nothing, my darling husband. Only I'd appreciate it if you'd ask me before you invite strangers over for dinner the same night. I like a little time to get things together. I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off all afternoon."
"Well, for a beheaded chicken, you look beautiful."
Once again she avoided his lips. "You can cut the compliments. I'm not in the mood." Suddenly her voice softened. There were traces of tears in her eyes as she looked at her husband. "I wanted it to be just the two of us tonight, darling. I wanted it to be nice and ... romantic." Once again, several days had gone by without Tom's indicating any interest in sex. Ann was feeling nervous and high-strung. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't help interpreting sexual indifference as total rejection. She needed to make love to Tom to know things were still okay between them ... among other reasons.
He felt a pang of tenderness for his lovely wife as he realized the real cause of her bitchiness. His first response was guilt. It wasn't that he didn't find Ann desirable. He did. It was simply that he had a hundred different things on his mind. He just couldn't feel sexy every day of the week. Watching her broken-hearted pout at the moment, though, was turning- his cock to tempered steel. "Tell you what, honey ... As soon as the Majors have left tonight, I'm going to. fuck you till you can't see straight." He reached down and clutched her pubic mound through her evening dress.
His hand on her cunt made Ann's pussy flare responsively. She wrapped her arms around her husband and lay her head on his shoulder. "Okay, darling. I'm sorry I get so grouchy. It's just that I can't help wanting you." She looked into his eyes and grinned, her humor restored. "For one thing, you're the sexiest man I've ever set eyes on. When I see the way other women look at you, I realize just how lucky I am."
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "Have you looked in the mirror lately, beautiful? Not one woman in a thousand could hold a candle to you ... which reminds me. This Dick Major is one of the best known leeches in the business. So try not to be offended if he flirts with you a little. He can't help it. He sees a woman ... he's got to try to score with her. He's practically compulsive."
Ann tried to look slightly disapproving, but she was definitely intrigued. So, she was going to meet a real playboy! She felt a little guilty for automatically speculating on what kind of a fuck this Dick Major would be. But after all, playboys were supposed to know all the tricks of pleasing a woman. She looked at her husband and silently apologized for her mental betrayal. "What does his poor wife think of that?"
Tom straightened his tie in the mirror and brushed his hair carefully into place. "Apparently she does the same thing. They have what is called an `open relationship'. Fancy Name for good old fucking around." He turned to face his wife. "How do I look?"
She smiled absently and stroked her chin with her finger. "Fine, darling. You mean they both have relationships with other people? Don't they like each other?"
"Seem to like each other fine. Dick's eyes light up whenever he talks about her. Listen honey, don't let all this bother you. I just told you about Dick so you wouldn't be offended by him or anything. But once you get past the bullshit, he's a great guy. I'm sure he'll be a good neighbor."
Ann was about to speak when the doorbell rang. Tom went to answer it. Ann could hear voices in the hallway as she descended the stairs. She was feeling nervous as a schoolgirl. This Dick Major sounded incredibly intriguing a man who really liked sex ... who made it a priority in his life.
She tried to still the flutter in her heart as Tom introduced her to Susan and Dick Major, but it was no use. Dick Major was as good-looking as he was infamous. She latched her arm through his and led him into the living room. "Tom's told me a great deal about you, Dick. I'm very glad to meet you. I think you're such a good photographer."
Dick let himself be led, as docilely as a puppy. He hadn't been expecting the stunning blonde that was Tom's wife. She made the knockout secretary at Tom's office look like an old crone. "You flatter me, Ann. I am a good photographer, but I've never seen a picture pretty as you."
Ann giggled girlishly. She chatted pleasantly with both Dick and his wife. Tom was too startled at first by his wife's response to the Majors to contribute much to the conversation. He bad expected Ann to be shocked by the Majors, cool, distant. Instead, she was warming up to them as though they were long lost cousins. He consoled himself with the thought that she was just being a good hostess. But he couldn't help wondering ...
A couple of martinis made everyone feel more comfortable. Tom began to notice what a good-looking woman Susan Major was, with her classic bone structure, her large dark eyes, her curly brown hair, almost as short as a boy's. Every movement she made was pure grace, pure sensuality. She reminded Tom of a large, well-groomed cat. He was flattered by the fact that she was doing a lot of her purring in his direction.
"Dick has mentioned you many times, Tom. But I had no idea how young you were. I'm very impressed. I spent a lot of time with advertising people, and I know how hard you have to work to get to your position."
"I've been lucky really. Had some good breaks at the right time."
She flashed her big bright eyes at him. "Modest, too. I admire that in a man."
Susan and Tom found they had a great deal to talk about. They were both familiar with the big-American-sell, and they were both about the same age. They were comfortable with each other. Dick was over ten years older than Susan, and while that was no hindrance to their relationship, sometimes Susan grew lonesome for her own age group for people with attitudes that were by birthright akin to hers.
The evening was a total success. Ann brought out a casserole and a salad and they ate from paper plates on the living room floor. Dick and Ann talked about her poetry. It wasn't often she found someone outside her group who would discuss poetry with her. Susan and Tom talked modeling, design and advertising. It was well past midnight when the Majors left. All four of them felt their hearts beating faster, their minds stimulated by the evening that had just passed.
No sooner had she shut the door on the Majors than Ann turned to her husband and began to caress his strong arms, his belly, his cock. "Why don't we just leave everything as it is, and go take our clothes off, darling?"
Tom was startled. Once again, the suspicions he had been entertaining earlier in the evening took hold of him. "Mighty anxious, aren't you?" His voice betrayed irritation.
Ann was taken aback. She drew away from Tom and looked at him inquisitively. "What's the matter with you, darling? Didn't you enjoy yourself tonight?"
"Sure, I did."
"Then, why so grouchy?"
The obvious confusion in her face relieved Tom's mind. "I'm sorry, babe. You're right. I am a grouch. And I did promise to fuck your brains out tonight, didn't I'" His eyes twinkled.
"You sure did." She grabbed his hand and led him toward the stairway. "Let's go do it, lover boy."
Tom caught up with his wife and swept her into his arms. "Let's do this right, beautiful." While Ann giggled and struggled to be let down, he carried her up to their room and threw her down onto the bed. "Take that dress off, woman. You think I've got all night?"
Trembling with excitement, Ann removed her dress and tossed it onto a chair. Tom was quicker. He was completely naked before she had even managed to remove her bra. He stopped her before she could unclasp it. "Hold it. Let me take care of the rest." He kneeled on the end of the bed and growled down at her. "Jee-zuz, you're a good looking woman."
Tom was feeling sexier than he had for a long time. Part of the stimulation was the alcohol he had drunk during the course of the evening. Part of it was the subdued flirtation that had gone on between him and Susan Major all night. Though he didn't dare admit it to himself, she had turned him on ... a lot. He could imagine how she would look quivering half-naked on his bed, her big sloe eyes staring up at him.
Ann had her legs drawn up to her chest like a babe in the womb. She was intensely aroused. Dick's admiring looks all evening had made her feel very attractive, very sexy. She wanted to play virgin with Tom. She wanted to be taken hard. Only that would satisfy her raging sensuality.
"Don't hurt me!" she murmured in a little-girl voice.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, baby. Just relax and let me take care of it." He crouched over her and forcefully spread her legs apart. He crawled in between them, so she couldn't pull them back together. He wanted her wide open and vulnerable. His hand grabbed at her crotch. "Say ... those panties are wet! You looking for something, baby?"
The arousal in her husband's voice titillated Ann. She really did feel like an innocent virgin - a hot one. She gazed up at her husband's handsome mustached face and thought of the lean photographer. She remembered the way he moved and talked and smoked his cigar. Sexy!
"Ooohhhh!" A low groan escaped her lips as her husband's fingers crept inside her panty crotch and caressed the hairy outer flanges. "Uuuhhhh ... ooobhhhhh!"
"Hey, does that feel good, baby? Do you want it?" Tom's wide grin was unmistakably lecherous. He shoved his fingers deeper, prodded at the rubbery entrance to her cunt. Suddenly his mind flew back to Susan Major. He wondered if she was a hot fuck ... he was sure she was. Something in those eager eyes of hers told him so. He wondered what it would be like to have her groaning under his touch ...
Ann ground her cunt down against the probing hand. Her pussy was so wet she could feel her juices coating the insides of her thighs, around her crotch band. "Feels good, Tom! I want it! I want your cock, baby!"
"You do, eh?" Tom reached roughly around behind her and unsnapped her bra. Shoving it up around her neck, he closed his lips hungrily over one inviting pink nipple. At the same time, his finger slipped deep up into her pussy-hole.
"Oooohhhhhh!" The sensations were incredible. Ann was quivering with the perverse joy of being taken forcefully, passionately, by her husband like this. His mouth on her breast, his finger in her cunt - both were setting up excitement-waves that ricocheted back and forth throughout her hot hungry body. Tom's weight pinned her down so she was scarcely able to move. Her very immobility was an added incentive to her lust.
Totally unexpected, Dick Major's sensual face popped into her mind's eye. She imagined him grinning down at her excitement. She imagined his cock hard and ready for a long night's orgy. Her imagination toyed with the titillating perversion of being made love to by two men at once. Tom and Dick two beautiful men how wonderful that would be!
Even in the throes of passion, Ann felt a little guilty about her wanton thoughts. But still they turned her on. Still her blood boiled with the taunting thoughts of what was happening to her and what more could happen to her, if only she dared!
"Oooohhhhh, Tom darling! ... I want you so bad! My cunt's aching for you, baby!" Eyes closed, teeth nibbling at her lips, she rocked her head from side to side, reveling in sensation. Tom was sucking each of her nipples in turn into throbbing erection. His fingers were dealing wet fire to her tremulous pussy. No matter where he touched clitoris, lips, cunt each feeling was more intense than the last. Each flutter of spongy pussy-flesh brought her closer to ecstasy. "Oh, jee-zuz! Jee-zuz, it's good, Tom!"
"Baby, you've got such a beautiful little cunt! Such gorgeous tits! Shit, my cock's aching like hell! I've got to have you, baby!" Tom was beside himself with passion. He hadn't wanted his wife this intensely in a long time. It was a good feeling to abandon himself completely to his baser desires. He poised himself over her, guided his pulsing prick to her waiting hole, as he tore off her panties.
With one forceful shove, his cock ripped far up into her, spreading her cunt-walls in delicious wave after wave after wave of yielding pleasure. "Ooohhh God, it's good-d-d!" Ann's voice faded into an hysterical whine. Her entire consciousness was focused on that filling, spreading presence deep inside her greedy cunt. The deeper it moved, the more compelling was the grunting surge of passion breaking from her belly.
"Oh God, God I'm cumming-g-g! Uuhhhhh!" For just a moment, Ann let herself relax and ride the warm flow of release. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around her husband's buttocks. She shoved him into her again and again, kicking his ass with her little feet. Only dimly, did she realize what she was doing. She had crossed the bridge into the land of uncontrolled excitement. Her cunt was open and hungry for more and more - for everything the man had - and more. "Mmmm! Uuuhhhh! Hhnnhhhh!" Her cries were incoherent grunts of enjoyment.
"Oh jeezuz, baby ... it's good up in there! Your pussy's really holding onto me! Shit, I love it!" Scarcely aware of who he was or whom he was fucking, Tom shoved his prick again and again deep into his wife's clutching pussy. The spasms of her continuing orgasm made her walls cling to his cock like a second skin. It was an intense feeling, one that defied description - and resistance.
Amid moans and wails and hurried panting, husband and wife ground their loins together. They were both riding a high peak of pleasure the kind of pleasure that comes from total abandonment, total receptivity. Their evening with the Majors had opened them both up. They were accepting each other more fully, now that they had encountered a sensual couple who assured each of them of their own sexiness. The evening had inspired them both ... released their long-suppressed hunger.
Tom's cock reached far into Ann's cunt and massaged the tip of her cervix. Ann answered by thrusting her ass even higher, so she was taking him even deeper. The clash of their loins when they both thrust inward was an intense experience for the woman. Her clitoris flared and relaxed many times, flooding her being with ecstatic release.
"Oh Tom! Tom, I love you!" She ground her cunt energetically up against him, willing him to cum in her, to fill her to overflowing with his hot juices. She could feel his cock swelling. Her pussy was forced farther apart. Her vagina exploded once again. "Uuuhbh baby, you're doing it to meeee!"
"Me too, Annie baby! I'm cummm-ing-g-g!" He lunged hard up into her. Her knees almost met the bed on either side of her head. She was wide open. She was swallowing everything he was shooting up into her. And it was a lot. The man felt he had never cum like this before in his life.
"Oh, Tom! Tom!" Ann cooed into her husband's ears as they lay enfolded in the glorious aftermath of climax. She felt so warm, so full ... so complete. On impulse, she slid down on the bed till her nose was even with Tom's sticky cock. She stuck out her tongue and began to lap at his juices, still clinging there.
When his organ was licked clean, she looked doe-eyed up at her husband. "I wanted all of you, baby. All of you I could get. I love your cock, Tom!" She licked her lips lewdly. Her erotic actions were turning her on once again. She could feel her pussy throbbing, with memories and with hopes for the future.
Maybe Tom would want to fuck her again.
She crawled back up and lay curled in the crook of his arm. There was a lazy grin on Tom's face. His eyes were closed. Ann realized he was drifting off in the carefree lull of orgasm, the way he liked to do.
A moment later, his breathing became soft and regular. He was asleep. Ann sighed a long sigh of disappointment. It had been a wonderful love-making session. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted more.
She slipped her hand down to her pussy and rubbed gently. If only someone like Dick Major, for instance - were here right now!