Chapter 5
The next four days passed rapidly, and it was with a mixture of relief and regret that Martin and Gloria waved goodbye to Aunt Beth as a taxi took her to the airport. A few minutes later, seated at the dining room table, they thoughtfully sipped their coffee, feeling a certain uneasiness at finally being left alone together.
"It's been a busy week. I hardly know what to say," Martin said, his eyebrows wrinkled in disbelief.
"I know. If someone had told me last week that this would happen, I would've thought they were sick," Gloria answered, staring into her husband's handsome face, searching for answers to questions she couldn't even put into words.
Martin took her hand in his and said, "Sweetheart, you know I still love you. I don't pretend to understand why I responded to Beth the wild way I did, but it hasn't changed my feeling for you at all."
"Yes, Martin, I know ... because I feel the same way....I just don't know what happened to me," she sighed, and then smiling, she suddenly laughed. "I only know you really dug the two of us together ... and when we thought we were sexually liberated we were only kindergartners in the business of sex."
"Especially if we listen to Aunt Beth," Martin grinned, and then added, "Me, I say enjoy it ... I think you like lesbian love better than heterosexual love ... even mine."
"Do you really? How did you like it when I was sucking your penis while Beth was sitting on your face last night? I suppose that wasn't you I heard carrying on like a maniac," the young wife questioned, remembering that Martin had also fucked her at the same time he nibbled and sucked at her aunt's pussy. She could still see Beth's nakedly thrusting hips, slamming her vagina up and down against her husband's tongue. Martin had satisfied both of them at the same time, and then they had reversed positions ... Beth sucking Martin's long, hard cock while he licked at his wife's pulsating cunt.
"Oh shit, baby, that was really something. Wow, we were almost nuts ... I came so many times I was beginning to think my brains were going to start pouring out of my cock." They were still laughing hilariously together when Mabel came in from next door. "What the hell's so funny?"
"Oh, hi, Mabel," Gloria choked. "A private joke, honey."
"Wowee," Martin whistled as he stared at the skin-tight short-shorts their young neighbor was wearing. He could see her vaginal slit indenting the fabric over the sensual swell of her pussy mound, and he was sure if he looked hard enough he could see a brown fringe of pussy curls sticking out of the tight leg band. "Man, you're really a knock-out, Mabel."
"Aw, come on, Martin, I can't hold a candle to Gloria."
"Well, if I didn't have her, I'd be in your pants before you could get away," Martin teased, but his cock stirred restlessly at the thought of what the petite brunette's tight little cunt might feel like as it enclosed his penis in a soft warm clasp of love.
"Shit, I wish Dennis was more like you," Mabel said angrily. "He doesn't even see me."
Gloria stared at her husband leering at her young friend and a sudden thought came to mind. Wonder what the Harpers would think of swapping? Martin obviously would like to try Mabel out, and I could help my friend out at the same time. Help her solve her sexual problems! I wonder what Dennis would be like in bed? His wife says he's straitlaced and a prude. Maybe it would be fun to make a depraved man out of him, turn him into a sex maniac who just can't get enough!
She sniggered low in her throat, unaware of actually doing it, and was surprised when she heard Martin ask: "What the hell you laughing about?"
"Oh ... nothing ... nothing...." she said, blushing. "Just have a dirty mind, I guess."
"Well, I gotta run," the dark-haired girl sighed. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to go swimming later. I have to go meet Dennis for lunch, now. Oh joy!"
"Sure we'll go swimming, honey, but don't be so mean," Gloria reprimanded her. "You have to be patient. A year of marriage isn't enough time to adjust to each other."
"Balls," Mabel spat. "My husband won't change in twenty years. Bye." She slammed out of the house, and ran across the grass to her little red Datsun parked in the driveway.
Gloria's eyes followed her petite little figure through the dining room window. She had a serious expression on her face when she turned to her husband and said, "I wonder about Mabel and Dennis."
"What about them, sweet?"
"Would you like to have a party with them? A swinging party? Or are you satisfied to give up our quest for liberation?"
"Wow, I hadn't thought of it." He scratched his head thoughtfully, and grinned. "I bet that's one hot, unsatisfied little pussy."
"Do you think we should try?" Gloria asked, flunking of the disgrace it would bring them if the young couple wanted no part of their activity. "We'd have to be very sure, before we made any suggestions to them."
"I have an idea Mabel would jump at the chance. But what about Dennis? He seems pretty straight to me," Martin said, his mind already devouring the ripe little body of the wife next door. "Of course, you can turn any male on ... even Dennis Harper."
"He could be pretty tough, even for me," she smiled, knowing that Martin was teasing her. "But, I'll give it a try, if you want me to."
"We've gone this far and it hasn't hurt our relationship." He paused, then nodded, "Okay, let's see what happens." Martin was as unsure about their recent activities as Gloria was, and there were times when he was outright frightened ... scared half to death at the thought of losing his lovely wife. He'd loved her far too long to give her up now.
Suddenly, Gloria got up and went around the table. She stood beside her husband, then-smiling almost sadly-leaned down and hugged him to her. A moment later she was kissing him passionately, clinging to him as if she was afraid of the dark. Lifting her face to the top of his head, she kissed the light blond hair and whispered, "I love you so much, darling."
Martin felt her trembling body pressed into his chest and he put his arm around her waist and nuzzled her breast. "You're not afraid, are you, sweet?"
"I don't know! All I'm sure of is that I don't want anything to happen to our happiness."
"And neither do I. But, we're too close for something like this to change things between us," he soothed. "After all, it's only an experiment."
"I guess I'm just being silly," Gloria sat down in the chair beside him. She sighed deeply, then arched her eyebrows, "Okay, when shall we do it?"
"Let's be very casual about it." He became thoughtful. "Let's invite them to dinner tomorrow night, and then I'll feel little miss Mabel out first. I'll give you the go ahead if I have her cooperation."
"That sounds good. If she doesn't want any part of it, we might as well forget it."
"I think we should pour some booze down them, then give them wine at dinner ... and then cognac afterwards. That ought to set them up enough."
Gloria had to giggle. They were planning a swap party just as though it were a business deal. "You're wonderful, darling," she added.
"Gotta run, baby. I've already wasted enough time getting Aunt Beth out of our hair, so we can go on to bigger and better things."
"Bye, lover," Gloria whispered as she kissed him goodbye and then waved from the doorway as he drove down the street. She shivered as she closed the door, afraid of her confused emotions. It was almost as though she were being warned of impending disaster. Then, closing her mind to the threads of doubt entangling her heart, she busied herself with housework.