Chapter 3
Even through his lustful and drink-fogged mind, Don felt a pang of regret. This was the first time Brenda had ever used sex to accomplish a purpose other than their own pleasure. He knew she had been trying to put off his questions, hoping he'd forget them once his physical needs were satisfied. In some way he couldn't define, her actions were chipping away at the foundation of their love.
But those vagrant thoughts fled when he looked down at his flat, muscular torso and felt a flash of pride at the thickness and hardness of his swollen penis. Even after the earlier encounter with Lita, he mused, he still had plenty to give a woman. He wanted to be sure Brenda knew it, too. He stroked the pulsing, roekhard rod so the blood-engorged head swelled even more and his heavy balls swayed between his thighs.
Now that he was sure of her, he swung off her body and sat beside her. "Put it in your mouth," he said. "Can you still do it?" He was taunting, taking advantage of her need.
Instead of answering, Brenda knelt in front of him, shoving the coffee table back out of the way. She pulled gently at his hips until he was sitting at the edge of the sofa, his penis arching boldly forward and upward. He watched her bent over his cock. She was staring at it as if mesmerized ... as if totally fascinated by its purplish glistening head and the shimmering pearls of moisture that appeared on it. She licked her lips hungrily and, balanced on her ams, reached out to stroke the length of the hot organ. Her touch was light and delicate causing wave after wave of electric tingles to ripple over him. When her head moved forward and her tongue replaced her caressing fingers, he leaned back with a groan.
Whatever grudge he had been carrying in his heart against her melted away. He'd been patient ... he'd waited ... he'd given her a chance to show she loved him. Now ... even though it might not have been from love ... she surrendered herself to him, acknowledged his manhood without self-indulgence, allowed him to be the master of his own household once again. So many brief thoughts flickered through his mind that he wasn't sure if he felt revengeful, forgiving or simply lustful.
Whichever it was, it seemed as if a heavy load had rolled off his aching shoulders.
The thoughts disappeared in a hurry as her hot, rough tongue shot along the underside of his cock, finally circling the throbbing head. The only thing in the world that mattered was that exquisite thrill. His whole being was concentrated in that one organ ... every part of him involved only there. Excruciating pleasure-pain stabbed him as she closed her teeth gently on the head. He couldn't sit still; he had to twist and move his buttocks, shoving his hips forward toward her mouth.
She teased him a little longer, lifting his penis and rubbing it next to her cheek, crooning some wordless little tune. She rubbed it across her closed eyes, darting hot little kisses down the length of it.
Just when he thought he couldn't stand it one moment more, she put it back to her lips. He groaned deeply as Brenda rubbed it over her pretty lips, leaving a sticky trail behind. Her tongue slipped out, licking her own lips first and then running over the hot, swollen head and down the shaft.
"Suck it," he pleaded. "Suck it, baby."
She lowered her head and took it halfway into her mouth, her red lips closing around its white thickness. At the same time she reached underneath and squeezed his balls. More electric charges shot through him.
That was all he could stand. He seized her head ... the shiny dark hair slippery between his palms ... held her tightly and forced her up and down in a bobbing motion. The cushions of the sofa slid back and forth under him as he bounced her head rapidly. He was completely under the spell of his demanding desires and, apparently, so was she.
Don beat into her wet mouth as if it were a whore's cunt, aware of his hairy balls slapping below her chin and of the yielding warmth of her tongue and throat. He was seized by the uncontrollable rhythm that he forced her to join. Even while he fucked into her mouth he could feel the exciting pressure of her tongue flicking against the moist spongy tip of him, despite the way his bulging cock filled her mouth. He knew he was being too rough, that he was probably hurting her, but she didn't complain or try to pull away.
Slowly he realized that, whatever Brenda's motives in the beginning, what she was doing was more than an apology or a distraction. In her own way ... a way he loved ... she was expressing her deep love for her husband.
His loins ached with their need. He fucked harder into the warm softness and, only seconds later, felt the momentary rigidity come over his extended legs and moving arms. With one last burst of energy, he pumped into her and felt the frothy, steaming liquid shoot into her mouth and down her swallowing throat. Tiny trickles crept, out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
Don released his cruel hold. She was the best, the greatest, he thought.
The trouble was that only moments later, he began to think again.
He felt completely relaxed, suddenly sober, and yet knew that the distress in his mind would grow and grow until he had some answers. Might as well get it over with, he thought, let it all hang out.
They sat back on the sofa, still naked, and he lit cigarettes for both of them. Exhausted and languorous as he was, Don was determined to get some answers.
He patted her knee and said, "Your friend Lita invited us to a party Saturday night, and I said we'd go. Okay?" She nodded reluctantly. "Okay, on to the next subject. We've got to get some things straightened out between us, baby, you know that? We're going to have a little truth session, starting right now."
He paused, and dragged on his cigarette. "Either you've lost your marbles," he said, "or you're hiding things from me. Things that I've got a right to know."
Brenda had to admit defeat, she thought. At least up to a point.
She was sure that Don hadn't told her everything that happened earlier in the day, but he had said enough that she got the point.
"Your friend and neighbor, Lita, laid the make on me," he said bluntly. "God knows I don't want trouble, no woman but you is that important to me. Not worth a scandal in the neighborhood. But baby, I've been pretty hard up. Only you know the reason for that, but you know it's true."
She had to admit she did.
"Well, then. When I responded like any normal, red-blooded, sex-starved husband, it nearly blew her mind. She seemed to think I had something missing in the sex department. Now how about that?"
Brenda blushed deeply. Damn that Lita! she thought. She just couldn't resist finding out for herself!
"Darling," she said humbly, "it's all my fault. Please forgive me."
"Sure," he said, "just as soon as you tell me what's going on. And why you said that."
Her mind raced furiously. She could tell part of the truth and still keep her nasty little secret to herself. Don might think she was crazy but he wouldn't hate her.
"Oh, Don. It was stupid of me but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. I could have bitten my tongue off the minute I said it, but by then it was too late ..." Her voice trailed off. One look at his face told her she'd have to do better.
"You know all you've told me about swappers and swingers, Don?" When he nodded she swallowed hard and continued. "You know I was ... afraid to try it. But, well, we hadn't lived here three weeks before I discovered the neighborhood was full of them. Not just Lita and Bill but lots and lots of others. They wanted us to join their parties ..."
"And you didn't want to."
"That's right. Not so much that I didn't want to, but I was scared. So I said the first thing that came into my head."
Don was angry but at least this got his mind off her coldness of the past ten or eleven months. Brenda didn't blame him for being insulted ... half the neighbors were gossiping about his impotence. She should have thought of a better story.
But she was out of excuses, and almost at the end of her rope.
"Then this party we're invited to is for swingers?" Don asked.
"Yes. And I'm sorry about everything, Don. I'd like to try it, honest. Let's go to it."
He kept shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it, but Brenda sensed that he had accepted her story. They talked a while longer and he made her call Lita and tell her the truth. It was embarrassing, but nothing compared to Don's embarrassment; she knew that.
"In that case," Lita said, laughing, "why don't you bring your husband over this evening to meet Bill? Come around nine-thirty. The kids will be asleep by then."
Don thought of his double session that day, and suppressed a laugh. "See if they can make it tomorrow night, honey."
Lita seemed to think they were putting her off, so there was no graceful way out of it. Brenda told her they'd be there.
Don took a nap while Brenda fixed supper. She noticed when he came to dinner he was wearing a new sport shirt. She couldn't blame him for trying to look his best. She'd been a dud as a wife ... not only in bed but in every way. She resolved to make it up to him, including swinging if that's what he wanted.
It really shouldn't make any difference to her, after what she'd already done. She knew she was making Don pay for her mistake. It wasn't fair, die thought. Even if she had to force herself, she would go along with the program.
Brenda had nothing against swapping. If people liked it, that was great. She knew they must all think her a prude; the truth was something else. She was ashamed.
Boredom had affected her just as much as it had Don ... in fact, more ... at least he had his business to think about. But instead of coming out with it honestly, as he did, she'd found another path. So by the time he mentioned swinging, it was too late for her. She had already had an affair and ... most shameful of all ... an abortion.
It was something she and Don never talked about any more. They'd hoped to have children, but as the years of marriage slipped by and nothing happened, they had seen doctors.
Brenda was fertile, the doctors told them, but Don was not.
She couldn't remember the medical reason ... something to do with having mumps in his late teens. He never suspected it, of course. He was completely normal in every other way, but he'd never be a father.
So it wasn't just being unfaithful. That, she believed, he would have understood and forgiven.
Nor could Brenda bring herself to regret the whole thing as she felt she should. She never saw Guy any more but she still remembered the thrill and excitement of those days. Her heart would pound and her palms grow wet just thinking about him.
That made her feel even more guilty. She realized that she had been trying to suppress the entire sexual side of her nature because of that guilt, and the only person it hurt was Don.
In any case, it was over. And, if she was not mistaken, this evening would see the start of a whole new scene.
"You ready, honey?" Don's voice brought her out of her daydream. "Yes, let's go."
They walked through the warm summer night. Lita met them at the door and introduced her husband, Bill. He was a stocky man of middle height, smiling and friendly. His hair was blond and cut short. Brenda couldn't help appraising him as a prospective lover. He wasn't Guy, but he was attractive. She began to feel a tiny bit of excitement at the thought.
"What are you drinking?" Bill asked, opening a bar in the corner of the family room.
They all settled on beer. Brenda knew that Don must be feeling a bit hungover from his unusual daytime drinking.
The conversation inevitably settled on the events of that day, and Brenda had to take some teasing about her thoughtless lie. While neither Don nor Lita said so, the implication was clear that they'd enjoyed each other's bodies. Bill didn't seem to mind in the least.
Lita and Don settled on one sofa and she and Bill, across the big room, on another. She was acutely conscious of his nearness, his size and warmth, the masculinity of his wide shoulders and powerful hands.
Brenda thought it was no wonder she was excited; if Don had planned to prepare her for swapping, he couldn't have done better than he did that afternoon. She didn't believe he'd figured it out, but the result was there.
Bill's nearness was intoxicating, simply because she had gotten pretty aroused in her love play with Don ... but he was the only one who got any satisfaction. He'd never done that to her before and her guilt had kept her from reminding him. But she was hot and excited, lust causing her stomach to churn. All the innate sexuality she'd been repressing since the affair with Guy had been activated, so that she felt as if her crotch was on fire. She had to keep moving, squirming, in spite of herself.
The ironic part was, Lita and Bill would be sure it was from embarrassment. They would probably label her as shy, Brenda thought.
Bill's hand rested lightly on her knee. She could feel its heat through her skirt. She hardly dared look at him for fear her desperate longing and need would be revealed.
"What do you say, you pretty thing?" Bill teased. "Still afraid of me?"
"No, not really." She smiled up at him, trying to control her twitching body.
"Then let's you and I take a walk over to your house," he suggested.
She looked over at her husband and Lita, sitting there holding hands and obviously waiting for her decision.
"Let's go," she said.