Chapter 12
"I wouldn't even want his child," she said viciously, "because it might turn out like him. And that's all I really wanted from him, darling, a child. I guess it was because it actually happened once ... I did get pregnant by him ... that I fixed on Guy." She hesitated, as if the words came hard. "But I believe everything Jenny told you is true. Oh, I. don't mean he's terrible or anything, just weak."
Don was completely bewildered. "But what is it then? Why are you sitting here like this?" He was afraid he knew. She'd been against swapping from the beginning.
"It's because of you, because I can't talk to you!" she burst out.
He tried to get his sluggish mind working but all he could think was that what she'd said was his complaint, not hers!
"But I've tried to talk to you all week and you shut me off."
"Oooohh! This is so frustrating," she said. "I talk but you don't believe it's important, or that I mean what I say! You won't even discuss adopting a child, and that's why I got the crazy idea of having one by someone else. I thought maybe once you saw it, you'd accept it as ours."
He shook his head and she said, "No, I realize that's out, I don't even like the idea myself. But having a child is important to me ... having a real family. You don't even give me any reason why not."
"I was ashamed, I guess," he admitted, "because I was sterile."
"You fool, to ruin everything for vanity!" When she put it that way, he could see he was wrong.
"Okay, well talk about it seriously," he said. "Well have a family, I promise you. And what else?"
"Oh, everything . .. Like your attitude toward my job. You won't take it seriously. I know it's not much of a job but all the same ..." her voice trailed off as if it were no use.
Don, even with his drink-muddled brain, had a sudden insight. All the time he was ready to condemn her for not communicating, he was the one who wasn't hearing what she was saying.
He tried to tell her that. It was hard to get out but she seemed to understand.
"I know you're drunk, honey," she told him, "but you'd better remember part of this conversation when you sober up."
"We don't have any real problems, just a mass of confusion," he told her and she agreed. "They talk about the seven-year itch, the time when marriages go stale. The ten-year itch must be even more serious!"
"I do understand a lot of it," she said, "and you're right, it's not that big a thing. But all the little things ... well, they do add up."
"Tell you what," Don said, "why don't we sneak in and get out clothes and then sneak out of here? Nobody will miss us."
"Yeah, and go get a hamburger? I'm starving!"
Half an hour later they sat in a drive-in, contentedly munching on hamburgers and french fries. Don's head had cleared and he told himself for the umpteenth time that he had to cut down on the drinking. He felt a pang of regret when he thought of the party, but Brenda was more important.
"Tell you what, honey. Why don't you phone Lita in the morning and explain it all to her? She'll understand better if you tell her yourself."
"Understand what?"
"Why you don't want to swing! What else?" "Oh, you stupid man!" She turned red in her rage. "What makes you think I don't want to swing? Did I ever say that ... I mean, since we started it?"
He had to admit she hadn't. "But I thought..."
"Unplug your ears and listen once!" Humbly he had to admit that he did, indeed, have a lot of listening to do. And he'd been ready to give her a lecture on communicating! he thought.
"Then you really do like these parties?" "Of course I do! It's just the tonic our marriage needs ... at least for a year or two. Who knows what'11 happen later?"
"After we have a family."
Her sigh came from deep inside. "Darling, thank you for saying that. I do love you, so very, very much."
At last he was getting on the track, saying the right thing. He wondered if all marriages had to go through a time like this, when the couple seemed to work at cross-purposes.
"So finish your hamburger and let's go!" "Go?"
"Back to the party, stupid! It should be going good by now!" And it was. Just as nobody had noticed them leave, nobody paid any attention when they returned. They felt conspicuous in their clothes and quickly shed them. Don knew he had been too worried earlier to enjoy himself but it should be a ball now.
A ball... balling. He wondered what happened to, the happy punster he'd laid earlier.
"See you around," Brenda said airily, running her hands down the sleek softness of her hips.
"Just one thing first." Nobody could do everything wrong all the time, not even him. "There's the most luscious piece around here that I've been trying to make for days and days ... her name's Brenda."
He walked her down the hall, his arm around her. And, just as if it were meant to be, the master bedroom was empty. Don pulled her inside and locked the door. "This one's a private affair," he said.
The bed lamp was on, giving just enough light for him to see his wife's luscious nakedness. He walked toward her slowly, the blood pounding in his veins, his dick swelling to hardness and poking out in front of him.
"You're the most exciting woman at this party," he said thickly. And knew he meant it.
He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the beat of her heart against his chest, touching the gentle yet fierce softness of her. It was as if this were the first time they'd ever been together. So much had happened, so many words and tears and bitter thoughts since the last time.
He squeezed her tighter as if he wanted to mold her permanently into his body. Her breasts, those white satin balloons he loved so well, were crushed against his chest. He felt as if somebody ... something ... was trying to take her away from him and he was defending his right to this marvelously desirable body. Her taut belly rubbed him and her tits poked into his flesh.
He bent to kiss her, at the same time shoving his hips forward so his cock was imprinted on her groin.
She rolled her hips suggestively and he grinned into her mouth, his cock throbbing at the motion.
Her lips were trembling under his. They parted as he forced his tongue between them.
It was beautiful and dream-like, as if they were alone in their own private Eden. She sucked at his tongue and the sensation instantly raced to his crotch. But for once he felt as if he had plenty of time, and he wanted to make her happy as she so often did for him. He turned her gently and seated her on the bed.
"Spread your legs, sweetheart," he whispered.
Bliss spread over her face as he knelt in front of her, pushing back her knees until she clasped them in her arms. His head went forward and penetrated her muff, finding the narrow slit already slick and open. His tongue lapped at her pussy and then he sucked her clit, making a vacuum around it in which his tongue worked actively.
Brenda gasped with delight. He gauged her reactions carefully, playing with her, keeping her right at the verge of climax for long moments. She was whimpering and squealing by that time, her hands digging deep into her ankles as she wriggled her bottom on the edge of the bed.
"Lover, lover, it's so good! So wonderful!"
He stopped and looked up at her. "It'll be even better soon!"
He wanted her to come now, and again when he fucked her. His heart was so full of love and thankfulness, he'd like to keep her here for days and make love to her. If he could, he'd make her come a hundred times! he thought.
He renewed his assault on her small but sensitive organ, pausing now and then to lick the pink cunt lips that trembled at his touch. He knew every sensitive spot. He kept it up until she moaned and fell back on the bed, her legs kicking out wildly.
He was on top of her before she stopped moaning, pushing her into place, poising his dick at the wonderfully familiar spot. Slowly and dreamily, he fucked her while waiting for her passion to rise again. He could wait, he could do anything to please her.
Her cunt was slick and hot from her orgasm. This time he worked on her gradually, bringing her to the point of coming time after time but stopping just before she toppled over the brink.
She twisted and cried under him, in between warm wet kisses.
He knew how this slow, deliberate fucking could rouse her in the end, to almost unbearable pleasure. Once when he'd done the same thing, she'd even fainted when she came. He wanted her to have all that happiness again.
It had been a tiring, emotional day and they both rested for a while, his cock still firmly in place. Don even dozed, waking to see her eyes alight with mischief as she pinched his buttocks.
That did it! he thought. He retaliated by squeezing her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, making them stand out high and rigid.
Then he fucked into her harder and faster. They knew each other and each other's bodies so well, they moved in fast-beating harmony. They moaned softly together and she wrapped her legs around his moving back.
"Now, Don, now!" she cried urgently.
"Oh yes! Here I come!"
He slammed down hard on her and with their bodies pressed tightly together, felt, the warm sperm shoot into her waiting cunt.
It was, as he had hoped, one of her more exciting climaxes. He could tell by the way she clutched at him, her nails clawing his back and her legs tightening convulsively. She moaned against his neck, saliva seeping out of the corners of her mouth.
"Don . .. Don ... I'll never leave you, you know that," she said faintly.
"You'd better not try! I'll chain you to the bedpost!"
They laughed together, knowing that a long crisis had passed but knowing too that they couldn't just let it go at that. They'd have to work at their marriage and not take it for granted any longer. He thought with amazement that it was such a fragile thing, their love and life together. But at the same time, it was as strong as a steel chain binding them.
Don looked at his watch which he'd forgotten to take off, and saw it was barely one in the morning. From the sound of things, the party was still going strong. Once out of his spell of sexuality, he could hear voices and music and glasses clinking.
The doorknob turned, and then slipped back.
"We're hogging the bedroom," he said cheerfully. "I'll unlock it but let's take a shower together before we join the party."
They walked out of the bathroom hand in hand.
The first person they saw was Guy.
Don checked himself, to see if he still felt a twinge of jealousy. Nope! he thought. Guy wasn't the problem ... he never had been. If only they'd had the sense to realize it.
Come to think of it, Guy was a damn good looking fellow and well built, too. He couldn't blame Brenda for wanting a taste of that.
Cheerfully unconcerned, he handed his wife over to her former lover.
"There's plenty to go around," he said, "just don't forget it really belongs to me."