Chapter 5
Kay was happy about the invitation to the Priestley's for dinner. To get an invitation on that social level was a good sign that Jerry was on his way up in the firm. Kay meant to use the evening to press her own cause; would there be any way to keep Jerry off the road so much?
The dinner was fine, and the evening went very fast. Both Kay and Jerry had far too much to drink; she, because she was having such a good time, and he, because he was afraid of what Monica might say or do in front of Kay.
Over after-dinner drinks, Harry suggested that they all pile in one car and take in a show.
"But it's close to midnight," Jerry objected.
"That's just when this kind of show begins," Monica said, with a leer directed right at Jerry.
He was sure he knew only too well what kind of a show it was when Harry said it was at a private club he had just joined about a year before.
"C'mon, Jerry," his boss insisted, "don't be a spoil sport. It's near your place. We'll take in the show and then just drop you off. Monica and I will bring your car around in the morning on the way to golf."
"I ... I don't think so," Jerry replied. "Kay's had a little too much sauce, and I'm tired...."
"Oh, come on, Jerry," Kay said. "It'll be fun!"
"Of course," Monica added, an ominous note in her low-pitched voice, "we do have some interesting home entertainment...."
That did it. Jerry knew only too well what the woman meant. He readily agreed to take in the show and a half hour later the four of them sat in a booth in front of a darkened stage. A pitcher of exotic drink sat in front of them and Kay was putting it away much too fast for Jerry's peace of mine.
"Honey," he whispered, "don't you think you should take it a little easy?"
"I'm afraid not to drink," she whispered back. "I can guess what kind of show this is going to be, and if I'm not loose I'm liable to become a prude and embarrass us in front of Monica and Harry."
Jerry accepted this, not knowing that Kay was actually looking forward to the show, no matter how lewd it might be. All evening she had been comparing Monica and Harry with Phil and Sue. The comparison wasn't half bad, and she had been thinking about what a kick it would be if Jerry's new boss turned out to be a swinger like his old one; then she and Jerry could have a lot of sex kicks, and he could go places with the firm at the same time.
She took another sip of the exotic drink. What an unusual taste, she thought. But it was good. She sipped again.
They sat silently for several minutes, drinking, lost in their own thoughts. Harry, noticing that Kay's glass was almost empty, refilled it. His own glass was nearly untouched.
"To health and fun," Harry toasted.
Jerry echoed the statement in a weak voice, and drank as he felt Monica's hand squeeze his inner thigh under the table.
Suddenly, from the direction of the stage, the pulsing beat of a single drum began. Gradually, a single spot of light began to illuminate one side of the stage.
Kay was mesmerized as the majestic figure of a huge, olive-skinned man gradually appeared in the soft illumination. He was seated, cross-legged, on the far side of the stage, clasping the drum he played between his bare legs. Wearing only a loincloth, his arms and chest glistened in the warm light. Kay scarcely dared to breathe as she watched the light begin to pulse in rhythm to the enormous man's beat, flickering eerily off of his naked skin with each throb.
The vibrant scene seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her. She was beginning to feel light, airy, and her temples pulsed with the thumping drumbeat.
Suddenly, she felt warm and secure. She began to experience a vibrant, yet calm, feeling that rose upward from her toes and downward from her breasts to settle in the furry mat between her thighs.
She felt good to be sitting close to Jerry. She squeezed his leg and felt his arm go around her shoulder. She leaned closer and was pleased when he smiled. He nodded toward the stage. She had been so lulled by the drink that she had failed to notice the appearance of a slender, blonde young girl.
Monica and Harry saw the way Kay and Jerry looked with anticipation toward the stage. They smiled and exchanged knowing glances of their own.
The blonde, not over fifteen or sixteen, was sitting on the end of a bed in the center of the stage, her hands folded, staring blankly off toward the audience. Her lithe figure was illuminated by a steady beam of light in much the same manner as was the male drummer. Suddenly, the tempo of the drum increased, and everyone ... including Kay ... watched intently as the slender girl bent down and grasped the hem of the filmy gown she was wearing. Rising, she slowly slipped the gown upwards, exposing her slim white legs and then her slender thighs.
Kay could hear eager sounds of delight from the males in the audience as the gown snaked its way over the girl's head and her graceful but not fully-developed body emerged. Her budding breasts burst into view and, in the stage light, her small quivering nipples appeared like tiny raisins. Raising her arms up over her head, she pulled her waist-length, golden hair up, then allowed it to cascade over her sensuous shoulders.
Then, stretching languidly, she turned to face the drummer and gave him a wanton smile. She was completely naked now.
"What's she going to do?" Kay asked Jerry, unable to suppress the tingle of excitement in her pussy.
"I don't know. Shhhh," he replied, not looking at her. His face was perspiring. He knew that he should yank Kay out of the booth, tell the Priestleys to both go to hell, and leave.
But he couldn't.
His cock was getting hard and he was just as curious about what was going to happen as he was afraid of it.
With a sudden, fierce intensity, the drumbeat changed tempo. The steady sound made Kay's thighs quiver. She clamped them tighter together to avoid detection. It only made matters worse. The lips of her pussy squeezed together over her clitoris and she could feel the juices start to flow in her cuntal walls.
The youngster on the stage was holding a bottle of oil. She poured a small amount on her fingertips. The pretty teenager smeared and massaged her breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples to sudden throbbing hardness. Then, spreading her legs, she exposed the thin pink slit of her vagina. Pouring out more of the glistening liquid on her fingers, she lewdly parted the hair-lined lips of her cunt, applying the substance, dabbing it on her clitoris and along the inner ridges.
Setting the bottle aside, she walked to the bed and stretched out on her back. Slowly, she began caressing her ripe body, working herself toward a burning passion as her lithe ass-cheeks twisted against the satin-covered bed as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and the whiteness of her naked flesh began to turn a blushing color.
Kay's pussy was soaking her panties now. Her mind was boiling. She tried to sort out her own feelings from what the girl's must be. She flushed slightly with guilt as she felt a fleeting desire to be where the cute, naked teenager was, experiencing the same thing. Squirming her buttocks nervously, the young wife felt the edge of the booth cushion come into tingling contact with the soft swelling of her cuntal lips, a contact that was intensified by the nylon panties and smooth dress she was wearing.
She tried to sit straight and stop her squirming, but she was powerless to stop herself, and she ground down with greater force against the cushion rim as her breath quickened.
Without thinking, she moved nearer to Jerry, and made no protest when his hand came to rest tenderly but firmly on her right breast.
"She's getting me all hot," Kay whispered in Jerry's ear. "I wish we were home in bed watching this."
"Why?" he chuckled.
"So I could suck your cock at the same time," Kay giggled.
The teenager on the stage writhed more wildly than ever now, as if her pussy were being attacked by some beast.
The girl's heated gyrations drove Kay wild. She wondered if it was affecting Monica the same way. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the older woman gazing with intent rapture at the stage. Her hands were out of sight beneath the table and her right shoulder was moving a little.
Could it be?
And then Kay was sure of it. She could hear the steady thud, thud, thud that came in perfect harmony with the movement of the woman's shoulder. The woman was masturbating her husband under the table.
Just the realization of what Monica was doing turned Kay on all the more. She pressed down against the cushion again. Harder and harder she pressed, until the hem of her dress was bunched up and pressing into the crack of her ass-cheeks.
Meanwhile, Jerry had tightened his hold on her breast, clenching and unclenching its firm, full roundness with a rhythm that matched the erotic writhing of the girl on the stage. The young wife could feel the wetness slowly spreading between her thighs, and she moved forward a few inches to gain more solid contact with the cushion. She found it impossible to still the driving urge in her loins.
She looked at the stage again after what seemed a long time. She was surprised when she saw the golden-haired girl begin to run both hands over her body, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the juncture of her soft, hair-covered young thighs. The blonde groaned at the thrilling contact of her hands with the moist slit between her legs and she pulled her legs up. Then, with a deep sigh, she let them fall, gaping wide on either side of the bed. Her fingers crawled on her nipples and pinched them roughly, making the sensitive flesh shiver and contract in their erectness.
Kay wriggled uncomfortably in her seat when she saw the girl slowly tease her middle finger into the glistening pink slit of her pussy and begin stroking the swollen bud-like clitoris with her thumb. Jerry's hand clutched her breast tightly, and she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier.
Oh boy, she thought, am I going to get some good fucking when we get home tonight! Silently she thanked the Priestleys for bringing them to this place and getting Jerry so sexually steamed up.
On the stage the young blonde was fingerfucking herself like a demon. In and out of her cuntal hole flew two fingers of her right hand. Then the two fingers were joined by two more and the teen-ager was pushing nearly all of her fist in and out of her splayed cunt. The fingers disappeared and emerged again and again with a moist, sucking noise, causing the girl to sigh and moan with pleasure.
Kay's body stiffened momentarily as she watched. Only Jerry's firm grasp on her trembling, aroused breast kept her from leaning forward to hang on the edge of her seat as she hungrily watched the young girl.
But the naked little blonde on the bed was now hopelessly possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly shut as she shamelessly writhed her cunt against her driving fingers in an ever-increasing frenzy of lust.
It almost was more than Kay could stand witnessing this act right before her eyes, someone should fuck the teenager ... do something to help her.
Kay hardly noticed when Jerry skillfully unbuttoned the top of her dress and slipped his sweating palm inside her bra to cup and hold her warm, naked breast.
Now, starting to lose all control of herself, Kay's heart was pounding savagely in her chest; she was certain that Jerry must feel it thrashing under his strong hand. He rubbed his fingers lightly over the nipple, stopping to pinch it to hardness and causing a ripple of delicious sensation to flow through her each time he did. Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation in the hollow pit of her trim young belly grew in maddening intensity. She was beginning to perspire, and she could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her stomach. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm and push her sex-flushed breasts more firmly into Jerry's hand. Another trickle ran down the valley back between her buttocks, falling onto the tight pink flesh of her asshole.
Oh God, how she wanted to fuck. She felt as if she could lift her skirt, right there in the booth, and slide onto Jerry's cock. She was tempted.
"I'd love to take your cock out right here and suck it or fuck it, darling," she whispered in his ear.
"I wish you could," he croaked. "Just wait till we get home!"
"That's what I was hoping you'd say."
Pushing her bare breast harder into his hand, Kay glanced back to the stage.
The young girl's body was aroused to the point of all-consuming passion-now. Small rivers of perspiration were building and running down the blonde's body, glistening in the spotlights and reminding Kay of her own heated body. A sense of identification with the girl was stronger than ever, sending stronger ripples of sexual need through her own trembling limbs. She could feel Jerry becoming increasingly excited and she was sure that he could feel the frequent grinding of her vagina down against the cushion. Embarrassed, she made an effort to appear as though she was merely changing position, but it was becoming nearly impossible to conceal the fact that she was just as stirred up as he was.
He was fondling her huge breasts more heatedly now, pinching her nipples harder until they throbbed with need. Shame came over Kay when she realized that she was actually jealous of the girl onstage; she yearned to have something or someone in her own moist passage.
Suddenly there was an anguished cry from the girl on the bed. She was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair sweeping across the satin spread. She was experiencing the first blinding throes of searing orgasm, and she fucked back greedily against her fingers like a she-demon gone mad.
Kay stared in fascination as the young girl began to thrash and buck wildly as the cataclysmic upheaval exploded deep in her young belly. Her firm little ass cheeks glistened in the warm light, displaying the soaked curls of her pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of her pussy as she lay struggling for breath.
One final thump boomed from the drum and then it, too, became still. In a last act of depravity, the drummer walked to the bed and swiped his long fingers over the little blonde's oozing cunt-lips, gathering some of the love juice. Leaning forward, he seized the panting girl by her hair and drew her head back to wipe the sticky liquid on her open, trembling lips.
"Jesus Christ," Kay said aloud, "let's get out of here. I couldn't stand it if he gets it in his mind to fuck her!"
"I agree," Monica said, laughing. "If it goes on much longer I'll be tempted to get up on the stage with them!"