Chapter 5
Lita and Don lay side by side on the bed, his arm around her. He wondered what she was thinking about, if she was disappointed because he wasn't more aggressive.
Damn, it was Brenda who put him in this spot! Don thought. They couldn't just meet another couple and swing, like he wanted to. Her and her bright ideas. First he had to prove his manhood this morning with Lita and that had led to the drinking and the blow job with Brenda. The result was that here he was ... lying naked next to this desirable, willing woman ... with as much energy as a wet noodle.
It was either nothing or too much!
Suddenly he had a twinge of fear. He thought he knew what Lita must believe. She probably thought that his wife hadn't been wrong after all; that he did have a sex hang-up! First he was angry and then he began to laugh.
"Well!" Lita was offended. "I've had a lot of reactions from men but I never had one laugh at me before."
He apologized and then looked at her measuringly. He'd like to tell her the whole story ... not only so she'd understand why he wasn't up to any more balling tonight ... but in the hope that she could throw some light on Brenda's strange behavior. Maybe another woman would know. And maybe it would keep Lita from feeling the way she did now, slighted and hurt.
"Listen, Lita, I really do owe you an apology. If I'd been thinking, if I'd had my head on straight, I'd have put this little party off for a day. Actually I wanted to, but it was too hard to explain. I thought we should take advantage of Brenda's being in the mood."
He stroked her smooth flank absent-mindedly, seeing the little trail of goose bumps that followed his hand. Her body was so enticing and he ached with wanting her, but his fatigue had killed the excitement he ordinarily would have felt.
Lita raised herself on one elbow and looked at him. "Yes, I understand that part of it. But why put this evening off?"
Don laughed. "I'm thirty-two, Lita, not sixteen. And in the course of this one day I've screwed you, gotten drunk and sobered up, and had Brenda blow me. To tell the truth, I'm worn out."
He looked to see if she understood and she was laughing.
"I have an idea," she said, mischief twinkling in her bright blue eyes. "Just you wait here a minute."
"I saw this in a movie, believe it or not," she said when she returned from downstairs with a loaded tray. "First of all, here's a drink to relax us. A good stiff one."
Don leaned against the headboard and took a sip. Stiff indeed, he thought; it was practically straight Scotch. But it tasted good and he felt its effects almost immediately.
Lita stood by the bed, her naked body erect and her boobs standing out and heaving with each breath. So many small girls are too skinny or too plump, but she was a perfect miniature Venus. In spite of his weariness, he couldn't keep his eyes off those perfect breasts with their rosy nipples and deeper rose aureoles. His glance drifted down to her slightly rounded belly and below it, to the triangular muff of auburn hair. Whatever she was cooking up, he hoped it would do something to him ... arouse his sexuality so he could take advantage of the situation.
Of course, he consoled himself, they were going to keep on swapping, so it wasn't as if this were his last chance.
"Finished with your drink?" The light of lewd imagination shone in her eyes and he sucked his breath in at the incandescent glow. Whatever Lita was up to, it had turned her on already, Don thought.
"Lie down now but keep your head on the pillow so you can watch."
She bent over him with an aerosol can in her hand. By God, he thought, it was whipped cream! A shiver of anticipation ran over him as he guessed what she was up to.
She tipped the can over his crotch and pushed the button. Don jerked as the thick white spiral of whipped cream shot out, cold and soft on his penis. It was a weird sensation!
Lita giggled as she sprayed the thick creamy stuff on his cock. Then she lifted it to coat the underside and his balls. There was something excitingly lewd about the way she handled his limp equipment, leaning over the bed with her tits dangling, her hands quick and expert. He felt the cold foam, and it was queer and thrilling. Don grinned and squirmed, as he felt a stirring in his lazy organ.
"I've heard about this," he admitted, "but I never did it before."
He knew she was going to lick it off and he was suddenly impatient. "But what about the sheets?" he asked doubtfully.
"They'll wash... now hold still! I can't eat a sundae without the chocolate sauce!"
His crotch was white with whipped cream, and now she spooned out the thick liquid fudge on top of it. He had to laugh because it was so odd and incongruous, but even as he laughed he felt his heart begin to hammer and his breath come harsh.
"Now ... the final touch!"
And with that she plopped a round, red maraschino cherry just above where the head of his cock was buried in the creamy confection.
Lita bounced onto the bed, her hands separating his thighs and holding them apart. Don folded his arms behind his head and watched her, filled with the lascivious novelty of the moment.
Her small, even teeth closed around the cherry and she chewed it solemnly, a tiny trickle of juice running down her perfect chin.
"Ummmm, delicious!"
Her tongue lapped at the chocolate as he lay still, enjoying the unique sensations. But he began to think she'd never get through the layers of dessert and to the meat of the matter!
"Best sundae I ever had," she muttered between mouthfuls.
The crazy stunt was working! Don laughed to himself. As her tongue swept up the foamy, white sweetness, it rasped softly against his swelling cock. The combination of cool cream and warm tongue sent shivers through him and made him clench his hands into fists and groan from deep within. It was a wild sensation, Don thought.
Slowly and carefully, she licked his cockhead clean, exposing the throbbing dark red ball of the head.
"I can taste you right along with the sundae," she whispered, "and you're going to be the best dessert of all!"
Her breath was warm on his cock and balls and the inside of his thighs. She licked carefully all along the length, so the blue veins in the underside throbbed and sent electric tingles through him.
Don itched to get his hands on her now. He loved to get head but he'd already had that today. Now he wanted to shove his meat into her cunt, and get his hands on that vibrant body bent so lewdly over his crotch.
"Come here," he said thickly. "Come here to me."
Smiling at him, Lita moved up along his body.
"Don't you want a sundae, too?"
"Yes!"
She handed him the chocolate and the whipped cream and he decorated her breasts with swirls that spiraled in toward the rosy nipples. He filled the spaces with dabs of thick chocolate and crowned it all with cherries that oozed their red juice in little trickles.
"Your own cherries taste even better," he said, gobbling up the sweet delicacy.
Lita's back arched in ecstasy as she felt his tongue circle her trembling breasts. When they were completely clean and still damp from his tongue, he sucked on one tit until it turned as scarlet as the maraschino cherries, then turned to the other one. She moaned and gasped under his touch, her body wriggling uncontrollably. "Spread your legs," Don commanded. Obediently she lay flat and pulled her ankles up under her thighs, so her crotch lay open to him. With the can of whipped cream in hand, he maneuvered down the bed. She could feel his hands on her pussy, opening the cunt lips and then using the fingers and thumb of one hand to keep them spread. She jerked as if an electric current had shot through her, but that was nothing compared to the feeling that followed as the cold, airy cream shot into her.
"Ooooh, Don," she whimpered, her hips and buttocks jerking almost out of control.
Don put his mouth between her legs and licked the cream from all the little crevices, tasting her lubricating juices mixed with the sweetness. It was entangled in her cunt hairs and he sucked every tiny bit into his avid mouth.
When his tongue hit her clitoris she stiffened, knowing she was already on the thin edge of orgasm. The whole day had affected her so strongly in so many ways. First, the unexpected conclusion to her morning flirtation. Then the mixed emotions from Brenda's phoned confession.
In spite of all that, she'd thought, an hour ago, that she'd discovered the secret; Don really did have a sex problem. But obviously she'd been wrong.
When he lay there earlier, naked and near but unavailable, Lita had gotten hotter than ever. She never could resist a challenge.
But now that he was obviously hard and ready, the pendulum of her emotions swung again almost to the point of instant orgasm. Even as she thought it her mind went blank and her muscles stiffened for a long second. Then the spasms shot through her, intensified by his constant lapping at her slit.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Don laughed softly. "Look who's going bang-bang all by herself."
"That's okay," Lita answered, grinning happily. "There's lots more where that came from."
Don couldn't wait any longer. His hot, swollen cock demanded the feel of her slick sheath around it. But since they'd been so inventive and fanciful, he didn't want to simply fuck her the same way he had this morning.
"Turn over and get on your hands and knees."
"Bow-wow," she said, smiling, as she followed his instructions obediently.
There, waving in his face, was the smooth, round, firm ass he'd eyed so hungrily earlier. Could that have been only this morning? Don wondered.
But then it had been covered in layers of clothing ... in the short skirt and the white tights. He remembered how they'd made love with the silky tights draped around her boots. Now he had all of her, all naked, all his. He leaned forward and kissed each gleaming oval lustfully.
Lita had played this game before. She put her head down on her folded arms and spread her legs.
He got on top of her and slid his thick cock between the cheeks of her ass, lingering there a moment. Some day, he thought, I'm going to try that. I'm going to fuck some doll in the ass before I'm done. But this wasn't the time. He was too close to coming; he couldn't stay hard long enough to penetrate that puckered, tight brown opening.
Instead he found the slit of her cunt and pushed forward, sliding easily into the well-greased passage. Holding her by the tops of her thighs, he began to pump slowly, then faster and more confidently. She bucked back against him, her ass slamming into his belly.
Don flicked his hips in a tantalizing movement that drove his pulsating rod deep into the hot, clutching channel. He smiled when he heard the fleshy smack of their damp flesh. Rightly or wrongly, his masculine pride had been deeply offended twice today ... first at Brenda's degrading lie, and then earlier tonight at his inability to perform. He knew that happened to all men at times, and particularly in the unusual circum- stances he'd faced. But that had nothing to do with it, really.
Because this was one game where no excuses were accepted.
For a time he'd felt as if his wife had castrated him in actuality, not only in her unfair accusations. Now I can prove her wrong! Don thought triumphantly.
Then all conscious thoughts faded as pure sensation took over. He battered his heavy cock again and again into the velvet depths of her moist cunt. His hands held her in place, clutching so that they left deep red imprints where he'd grapsed her flesh.
Under his wild assault Lita writhed in thrilling agony. In spite of the awkward position, she gloried in sensation as the rubbery head of his cock pummeled the chasm of her soft, yielding body. She followed his movements back and forth, side to side, aware of the pain from his strong hands but not caring in the slightest as long as this delicious battering continued. Shoving her crotch up to meet him, she vaguely sensed that she was contorting her body into an impossible position. But that too was part of the thrilling moment.
"It's good, so good," she panted. The insatiable, gluttonous passion made her words come out in little puffs of sound.
He felt his orgasm building and his hips pumped spasmodically, driving his powerful weapon into her bucking body. Suddenly his sperm-filled balls spewed their white, hot, frothing load deep into her. He heard her groans and sighs at the same time and as his limp body fell over onto the sheets, lita fell away from him. Her breath was coming harshly and he knew they'd reached that high peak together.
When they could breathe and talk again, they lit cigarettes and sat companionably talking, leaning against the headboard.
For the first time that evening, he felt a pang of sympathy for his wife. No matter how annoyed he might get, he loved her and wanted her to be happy. He remembered thinking that he might talk to lita about the problems, in the hope that one female might understand another female mind. But now he felt that might seem disloyal.
"What a day," he sighed contentedly. "And that's just the beginning, remember?" Lita smiled, then frowned. "At least I hope it is. I hope Brenda doesn't change her mind."
"She won't," he answered with certainty. "Tell me about the party Saturday night, Lita. How do you work the details?"
"It all depends on the hostess," she answered. "Sometimes we all get naked in the beginning and wander around until we feel like making it with somebody. Other times we match up some way, like drawing straws."
"And what will our hostess Mrs. Graham choose."
"I'm not sure yet," she confessed. "I'll probably end up doing it the easiest way, letting everybody do as they please."
The little nagging worry about Brenda came back to spoil his relaxed pleasure. He knew he hadn't solved the mystery yet and he was determined to find out what had changed his loving, carefree wife into this cold, secretive stranger.
Sleepily he got up and dressed, smiling in memory of the whipped cream sundae. "No matter what you do, Lita, you're one hell of a hostess. All I can say is, I sure hope whipped cream is on the menu Saturday night."
"And that," she said, "gives me one hell of an idea!"