Chapter 12
From the closet on the other side, of the one-way glass, Walter Briggs watched the excitement in the bedroom.
It had surprised Walter to learn that Harry Meyers had a girl friend. But the knowledge pleased him. He had thought Harry the pitiful victim of his wife's infidelity. Now that Harry was getting his own back, Walter no longer had to inwardly scorn Doris for the things she was doing to her husband. The score was evening up.
He watched with pleasure as Harry soundly fucked the shapely young blonde. The woman called Emily didn't appeal to Walter nearly as much as Doris did, but there was no denying that she was a good lay. She threw herself body and soul into her lovemaking.
It took some time before Walter noticed a presence peeking through the partly bpen door. He grinned to himself. So! Doris was spying on her husband! He wondered what was running through the young woman's mind, watching her husband screwing another woman. If he knew Doris, he imagined she was hopping mad!
From that point on, the center point of Walter's interest switched to the woman crouching outside the door. He could only see part of her face, but he thought he detected some movement out there. Was it possible that Doris was getting her jollies from watching her husband and the blonde?
What a woman! Walter could not help admiring Doris's gift for deriving pleasure even from the most potentially grim situations.
Shortly after the blonde straddled Harry's loins and began to raise and lower herself over his up thrust cock, Walter realized Doris was going to make a move. Gradually, she moved into the open until all of her was visible to his watchful eye. While the couple on the bed remained oblivious to her presence, Doris began to remove her clothes.
When she was naked, the redhead moved into the room.' Harry and Emily were positioned sideways on the bed, so Emily's back was to the door, and Harry's view was blocked by Emily.
Doris was upon them before they even knew she was there. She crouched on the end of the bed and grinned.
Walter watched Doris's saucy upturned buttocks swaying in his direction as she surveyed the adulterous couple. Neither Harry now his young lover moved. They just stared at the naked redhead, waiting for her to establish the ground-rules for the scene to come.
"Doris! What... ? Why aren't you at your class?" Harry's voice sounded indignant, but it was only the frog in his throat that kept him from speaking normally. He knew Doris ... and like most redheads, she had a wilful temper that the peace-loving Harry would rather live without.
"Hi!" the blonde mumbled in a tiny voice. She stared dumbly at the wronged wife. Her face wore the expression of a woman waiting to be hung. She swallowed hard and waited.
The others' discomfort made Doris feel supremely at ease. She was one woman who always knew what to do with the upper hand. "I see we have company, Harry." She patted Emily on the back. "Just help yourself to anything you want, Emily. What's mine is yours." She looked significantly down at Harry.
While the illicit lovers, and Walter, the unseen observer, watched awestruck, Doris calmly straddled Harry's fate. She sat astride him, facing the petrified blonde. As she squirmed her pussy suggestively down against her husband's mouth, she smiled reassuringly at the pretty shoe clerk. "Don't worry about a thing, Emily. I'm here for the kicks, too."
It didn't take long before Harry responded to the lewd situation of being mounted by two women at once. Once again, his cock grew iron-hard in Emily's clutching twat. He stuck his tongue out and began to lick the gleaming furrow of his wife's pussy. When her moans proved her readiness for his assault, he began to suck and lick her wet hole in earnest. It amazed him that her * cunt was already so damp. The thought struck him that maybe Doris had been watching them and playing with herself long before she made her presence known. The idea titillated him.
Harry had never dreamed of anything so daring as satisfying two women at once. But he was fast becoming totally immersed in his enviable task. He was pleased that Doris had been so understanding. His lust-addled brain began* to fantasize every imaginable threesome combination. What fun they could all have!
Even Emily gradually relaxed in Harry's wife's presence. When it became clear to the blonde that the redhead was as captivated by the lewd appeal of the situation as she was, she began to wriggle her ass once again. With a harsh, steady rhythm, she worked her loins up and down over Harry's blood-swollen penis. Her cunt-walls clutched the stiff rod greedily. Her lust-dimmed eyes began to survey Doris's lush naked body with wanton interest.
Doris recognized the look in the other woman's eye. The blonde was intensely turned on by the depravity of their threesome. While she screwed her pussy down into Harry's face, Doris leaned forward and closed her lips over Emily's.
It was the first time the young wife had ever kissed another woman. She found she liked it. A woman's mouth was so much more soft and yielding-than a man's. It seemed to invite her to come right on inside. The openness of the appeal made Doris's cunt flare with fiery passion.
Walter Briggs had never seen anything like it. He had been prepared for some thrills when he installed the special mirror in his tenant's apartment. But he had not anticipated seeing the older husband and his young wife wantonly making love to another woman. It had turned into an orgy!
Not content with just exploring one another's mouths, the women began to fondle each other's full firm breasts. Doris felt the blonde's pretty little nipples leaping to hard erection under her touch. Feeling the woman responding to her like that made her clitoris pulse hotly. She rubbed it harder down against Harry's face, searching out his tongue-probe with her swollen nubbin and groaning hungrily as he.licked her clitoris with feverish lust.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh ... oooohh, Harry ... it feels soooogood!"
He licked his lips and grinned at his wife's wanton compliment. Though he could not see his wife kissing his girl friend, he could tell by the sounds they were making that they were exploring one another's bodies. The thought made his prick throb hotly inside Emily Bambruck's clinging pussy. Made his tongue dart more abandonedly into his wife's wet wide-open cunt.
While she kissed the blonde's mouth hotly and squeezed her responsive nipples, Doris felt the lust-darts torturing her vulnerable cunt. Just a little longer now and she would be flying. "Oooooohhhh... god-d-d! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Her tongue darted hungrily into Emily's mouth. The urgent gesture took the undulating blonde over the peak into wanton orgasm. "Me too! Oh Harry! Your cock's doing it to me, darling!"
Harry had not known just how ready he was to blow until he heard the two wild women giving in to the taunting lures of release. He rammed his prick hard up into Emily's pussy and let his cum shoot into her greedy hole. The older man had never experienced anything so totally satisfying in his life. He was spilling his load while two lovely women groaned out their climaxes over his prone body.
Right now, Harry Meyers figured he was just about .the luckiest man in the whole wide world ...
"Shucks, I was hoping I'd get over here in time for the fun! Looks like you folks are all tired out!"
Walter walked over to the bed and smiled down at the sated threesome. Harry and the girl looked mystified by his presence, but Doris smiled mischievously at him. "Hi, Walter! I don't think it's too late to get in on the happenings." She reached over and slapped Emily's ass harshly. "You're ready for some more fucking, aren't you, Emily?" Now that she had lived out the fantasy of joining her husband's romp with his girl friend, Doris felt nothing but contempt for the timid blonde. She had played out the scene for kicks, but vanity demanded she spurn any woman who tried to cut in on her men. Doris had never got along well with women. She considered most of them dull and lifeless.
Walter had considered the pros and cons before interrupting the scene in the next apartment He had decided at last that Doris, whom he now considered in a strange way "his" woman, probably could use some help. She wouldn't be able to tolerate for long being the odd woman out in an affair. Her pride couldn't handle that. "Just wanted to make sure you didn't need any help, Doris. If you're all tired out, I'll just be going back home."
Harry finally found his voice. "I think that might be a good idea, Mr. Briggs. I don't think you were invited over here, and I don't think your presence is welcome at the moment." The shoe salesman could not fathom the nerve of his neighbor. Imagine! Trying to horn in on Harry's women! He must have heard the noise through the walls and decided there was a free-for-all going on.
The older man looked at Doris. "Is that how you feel about it, Doris?"
To her own surprise, Doris found herself one hundred per cent on Walter's side. And it wasn't just that she was getting back at Harry for bringing home another woman. Seeing the two men together, she realized that Walter was far closer to her idea of a real man than Harry was. "No, that's not how I feel about it. You're my guest here, Walter. You can stay."
Harry looked confused. "What makes you two such bosom buddies?" he asked.
Doris grinned slowly at her husband. "Walter and I are lovers," she told him. She enjoyed the expression of shock on Harry's tired features.