Chapter 10
The swap party Walt and Jen had promised to arrange was not to be held at their place, after all. It was set up for the following Saturday night, four other couples having agreed to arrive at various times ranging from eight in the evening to midnight or a little later. George Hammond, who had no wife but was in the clique anyway because he was so popular with both the man and the women swingers, had offered to host the orgy at his partition-less house in Sausalito. Glen and Beth were to be picked up at their apartment about six by Walt and Jen, then the compatible foursome would ride to the party in one car.
When Beth awakened that Saturday morning-before her husband, as she almost always did-she lay quietly in bed, smoking and daydreaming about the erotic evening ahead. Since the party was to be at George's house, Beth decided she would have to tell Glen about her modeling for him before they went over there. She hadn't done so as yet-not because she was afraid he might disapprove but because she'd wanted to wait and surprise him by showing him the detective magazine with her picture on the cover. She knew now it was going to be accepted, because George had phoned her after developing and printing his shots, to tell her they'd come out great and at least one of them was sure to be bought.
It would be impossible to keep their association a secret from Glen, under the circumstances. He was plenty sharp enough to notice the affection that neither George nor she would be able to hide, and he would realize they knew each other quite well. But Beth still wasn't going to tell her husband about her bondage-induced orgasm, nor about the marvelous time she'd had on Monday, screwing with George after he'd finished taking the pictures. Glen would learn about that at the party, after it was well under way and had turned into an all-out orgy. Beth and George had cooked up a little plan over the phone which would let Glen and everyone else at the party know just how much bondage turned her on. Even thinking about the terrifically erotic scheme thrilled her right down to the tips of her painted toes. She could hardly wait for the day to pass and the party to begin. She got so hot thinking about it that she awakened Glen by going down on him.
When they arrived at George's shortly before eight that evening, he swung open the front door for them, grinning from ear to ear and announcing happily, "I'm sterile as a goddamned cuckoo! Come in you lovely people ... come in!
Glen wondered why this black giant should be so overjoyed about his condition. He stood back, looking guardedly at George as Jen and Beth kissed him hello and Walt shook hands with him. His appearance was somewhat upsetting to Glen. The shaven head, which Glen had to look up to see, gave George an aura of occultism and mysteriousness. The black velvet robe he wore added to the effect. When Glen shook hands with him, he felt slightly uneasy despite the friendly smile George flashed him and the warmth of his words and voice. He shrugged it off. After all, Beth had modeled for the man and she seemed to think as highly of him as Walt and Jen did. Glen decided it was only George's unusual appearance that had given him the eerie feeling; the shaven head and flowing black robe did make George look like the head priest at a Black Mass.
George took Jen and Beth by their hands and moved toward the bar, with Walt and Glen walking along behind. Music was playing softly from an unseen stereo, a pleasant sensual sound with an African flavor. The bar was well-stocked now and George set about mixing drinks, asking each guest what he or she wanted and fixing each drink without reference to a bar guide.
"What happened to vegetable juice?" Beth asked, surprised when George mixed himself a highball instead of opening a can of juice.
"This is a party," he grinned. "I don't party much, but when I do, I like to let my hair down."
"What hair?" Walt demanded, and they all laughed as George led them over to the living room area.
"I'm dying to see the pictures," Beth said as she sat down in the center of the couch and crossed her legs carelessly. "Aren't you, Glen?"
Glen nodded and George went to get the pictures, calling back, "I've already mailed the best ones off."
He returned with a manilla envelope and gave it to Beth as he sat down beside her. Beth took out the pictures, devouring each one with hungry eyes before she passed it to Glen, who in turn studied each shot closely before passing it on to Walt and Jen. Glen felt a bit uneasy looking at the pictures of his wife bound and gagged, especially the ones which showed her darkened panty crotch. He wondered about that but said nothing, not wanting to show his ignorance of professional photography techniques.
"Well, what do you think of them?" George asked.
"They're erotic as hell," Glen said.
Beth exclaimed, "I'm just thrilled to death! Oh, shit, I just can't wait till the magazine comes out!"
"You photograph well," Walt said, grinning at Beth. "You gonna use her again, George?"
Jen, glad for Beth but a bit envious, said, "They're great, but how come you've never used me, George?"
"You never showed any interest, Jen. And yes, Walt, I'm going to use Beth a lot more, if she wants to go on with it."
"Oh, I do," Beth said. "You don't have any objections, do you, Glen?"
Glen wasn't sure he liked his wife's posing for such pictures, but she was so thrilled about it he didn't have the heart to say no. He shared her thrill vicariously, just as he did when she was turned on sexually. "If you want to, baby, it's all right with me."
"I want to model too," Jen said insistently. "I know I don't have as much to show as Beth, with her lovely big boobs and all, but I'm no slouch, either."
"Hell no, you're not," George told Jen. "You have a lovely body. Not everyone goes for big tits, you know. I'll try you."
"When?" Jen asked, wanting to make George commit himself.
The doorbell rang. George got up and went to let in the new arrivals, talking to Jen as he walked. "Call me Monday. We'll set up a time. I don't have another assignment at the moment, so it'll have to be for some free-lance shots."