Chapter 3

Jeff was amazed at himself. He laughed, waved his hand, and said, "She's on her way here." Rick cocked his head. "You're sure?"

Jeff managed to look at Rick with an expression that seemed to say, What's eating you? "Of course. It's just that we didn't expect you'd want to see us right away. She was at a friend's house. I called her and told her and she said she'd meet us here."

Jeff could see Rick's doubt melting down to a healthy caution. "Okay, let's go in. How long will she be?" "Don't know. She should be here any minute."

The house as Rick led him through it was done in a tasteful modern design. For the first time, he found himself wondering what Rick did for a living.

"I'm in television," Rick said over his shoulder as if he had read Jeff's thoughts. "What's your line?" "I work for a fund raising company. We raise money for all kinds of charities."

"Yeah, we do a lot of film work for various outfits. What's yours? Maybe we could do something for you."

As they talked, Rick ushered him into a room, a kind of playroom with a TV, stereo, and a billiards table. At the far end of the room was a small bar. And perched on one of the stools was Carol Johnson.

She was smiling at him, completely cutting off his words and whatever thought he had in his mind. There she was, sitting, smiling at him, a drink in her hand. "Hello, Jeff," she said, her voice husky and enticing. He stood looking at her, taking in her figure. If anything, the picture hadn't done her justice.

"Jeff just told me that his wife, Anne, is on her way here and should be here any minute," Rick said as he walked behind the bar and Jeff stared.

She was real, sitting in front of him in a long dress that was cut practically down to the navel and revealed her deep globular cleavage that seemed to shimmer and quiver as she shifted her position. He could see that the top of the dress was nothing more than two fairly wide strips of material covering her breasts vertically, allowing them to spill out on either side, and accentuating the way her bare nipples pressed against the cloth as if yearning to be free. With only a shrug of her shoulders, she could be naked to the waist.

As she slowly turned on the stool to get a better look at him, he watched as the silken material slowly slid from one leg, revealing the long skirt to be slit on both sides all the way up to the hip. Jeff watched, unable to take his eyes away as the leg emerged, sheathed in a sheer black stocking that only accentuated every curve. As the silk dress fell away silently he saw her thigh and the way it swooped down to her knee where it met her rounded calve. The stocking stopped halfway up her firm, beautifully formed thigh and was held in place by a scarlet garter.

"Well," she said, dangling her leg enticingly and leaning back on the bar so that her breasts jutted forward and strained against the flimsy straps of her gown. "Aren't I the lucky one. You'll just have to wait, honey," she said, never taking her eyes from Jeff, her head lowered as she looked at him through long eyelashes and a suggestive smile played across her lips. She patted the bar stool next to her. "Come over here and sit next to me and tell me all about yourself, Jeff."

He moved as if he were made of wood and had no joints, sliding onto the stool next to her as she swung around, her bare thigh next to him with the dress sliding between her legs as she spread them slightly, rubbing her knee against his.

"What will it be?" Rick asked. "I've got everything."

"Oh, I dunno," Jeff said, trying to sound casual. "How about a Scotch and soda?"

"May I suggest something?" Carol asked, leaning toward him so that he could look down her dress almost to her navel and see the breasts loose and full, quivering as she moved. He tried not to look, but he could see the pink nipple of one breast, taut and pointed.

"Sure. What?"

She held her glass up, half full of a milky green substance. "What we're both having. Absinthe. You know the old saying, 'Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder'? Well, that isn't all it does. It'll put you in the right mood. It's one of the few true aphrodisiacs around."

Jeff rubbed his palms together and nodded. "Why not? I thought it was illegal."

Carol gave her throaty laugh. "It is. And after you've had a few, you'll see why. Honey," she said, turning to give her husband a melting look, "why don't you give Jeff a good jolt for me, huh?"

Rick grinned and poured a clear liquid into a glass and then added a few drops of water. They sat watching the liquid cloud and turn a swirling kind of green. "Sip it," he said. "Just sip at it. It's plenty powerful and, believe me, it took a lot of doing to find even a bottle when I was down in Mexico." He laughed easily. "And even a lot more doing, getting it past the customs inspectors."

Jeff sipped and tasted the sweet heady flavor that suggested a kind of heavenly licorice, a kind of dark syrupy lewdness. "Say, that's good."

"Honey," Carol said, reaching a bare arm across the bar and squeezing her husband's hand while at the same time rubbing her knee and thigh against Jeff, "get our album out and let's show Jeff."

Rick sipped at his absinthe and said, "I will. Thought we'd get to know a little about each other first." "That'll come. Let him look at the pictures."

Rick looked down at his drink. "Okay," he said quietly. "As soon as Anne gets here."

Carol made a face, pouting her wet lips in a tantalizing way. "Oh. Wait until Anne gets here? We're to wait on your pleasure? What's the matter?" she asked, chuckling in a throaty way while her thigh kept rubbing against Jeff. "Are we getting just a wee bit jealous? Is that it?"

Rick gave a tight smile. "No, it isn't that."

"Well, what is it?"

"Well, it's peculiar, that's all. I mean, the two of them arriving separately. For all I know, he isn't even married."

Carol looked at Jeff, and she was so close he could smell her perfume. "Is that true? Is what he's saying the truth?"

"No," Jeff said, shaking his head vehemently and gulping at his drink. "No, sir, I'm married."

"And your wife is coming?" Carol asked, leaning closer, her body pressing against his as she blew him a mocking wet kiss.

"Absolutely."

"Okay. What's so wrong with us looking at a few pictures while we're waiting?" she asked her husband. Rick grinned again, nodding at Jeff as if apologizing. "Okay. It's just that we got burned once."

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

Carol answered as Rick went out from behind the bar and crossed the room, pressing a button so that a picture slid away and revealed a wall safe. "Once we got in touch with some guy who turned out to be a weirdo and wasn't married and all he wanted to do was watch us make love."

"What did you do?" he asked, unable to resist.

Carol gave him a sly look that broadened into a brazen smile. "We made love while he watched and then kicked him out. It took a little persuasion on Rick's part to finally get rid of him, though. Rick's good at persuasion." She laughed and straightened her back so that her breasts jutted out. "Look at me." Jeff did and drained his glass.

Rick came back across the room carrying a large, leather-covered photo album. He placed it on the bar between Jeff and Carol. "These are just some shots, still shots. The movies come later if everyone is in the mood." He noticed that Jeff's glass was empty and quickly and deftly refilled it, his eyes on Jeff's face. Jeff was looking down at the album, unconsciously fingering his glass and drinking from it in nervous gulps.

"This will give you an idea of what we like to do and also give us an idea of what you and Anne like to participate in." She paused, rubbing her thigh, pressing her whole hip against him. "We don't make anybody do anything they don't want to do. But, once you come in, once you agree, the sky's the limit."

"We have a kind of club," Rick said easily, resting his weight on his elbows and looking Jeff right in the eyes. "We've found swapping mates and having orgies have changed our lives. If you're right for this, it will change your lives. No more will you have to go around sneaking out to have a furtive affair with the ever-present danger of being found out. No longer will you have a suppressed desire. If you want to do something and a member agrees, then you can do it."

"But," Carol said with a throaty chuckle, "you have to do it in front of all of us. No private sex allowed."

"And you have to allow yourself to be photographed," Rick added.

"How come?" Jeff asked. His cock was swelling in his pants from their talk and Carol rubbing against him and the expectation of what he was going to see in the album. Also, his head was beginning to swim as he looked down to see Rick refilling his glass again, and a feeling thick, lewd, undeniablewas coming over him. There was something exciting, something obscene and conspiratorial about the way the three of them were sitting and casually discussing all sorts of possibilities.

"It turns the members on to see themselves and othersmaking love. The women like it especially."

"It sure turns me on. Later we'll show you and Anne the film of Rick and me with three other people. That one always gets me hot."

Carol took a drink and flipped the book open. There, on the first page, was a color glossy eight-by-ten, a close-up of Carol's face in profile. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of ecstasy on her face as her thick wet lips were parted, her mouth open as if she were sighing. Held in her hand, in front of her mouth, was a huge thick cock, erect and with the skin pulled back and the purplish mushroom head clearly in focus.

"These are pictures taken at some of our parties. You like that?" she asked, nudging him with her knee.

All he could do was nod and pull on his drink some more.

"I love it. I love to do that. I love to have sex with two men at the same time. Do you like that?" Again, her knee caressed his in a slow suggestive way.

Jeff was conscious of sweat forming on his upper lip and forehead, and everything in the room seemed a deeper, richer color. He felt his cock jerk in excitement in his pants as he felt the smoky liquor boiling and churning deep in his groin, arousing an intensity of feeling he had never experienced before. "I... I don't know. I've never done anything" He waved his hand vaguely, "like that."

Carol chuckled and said, "Take it easy on that absinthe. It's dynamite." She turned the page and Jeff couldn't help allowing his breath to escape him. There was Carol again in the same close-up, her eyes still closed. Only this time the thick cock was in her mouth and her soft pulpy lips were closed around the shaft, and Jeff could see that it was wet from where she had sucked on it. Her hand was still holding it straight out and, as she turned the pages, he saw different shots of her sucking deliriously and one shot of her holding the swollen prick right in front of her face and her tongue licking flatly around the head that looked as if it was going to burst.

"How about Anne?" she asked. "Does she like group sex? Is she bi?"

"Bi?" Jeff asked in puzzlement. Hell, he wanted to say, she isn't anything!

"Yes, does she swing?" Carol asked. "You know, has she ever gone to bed with a man and a woman?"

"N-No," he said, shaking his head and wishing he could think more clearly. The absinthe was having its effect and all he could think of was obscene sex. He wanted to wallow in it, sink into it up to his eyeballs. Right at that moment, with Carol's perfume in his nostrils and her soft tempting body rubbing against his, all he could think of was fucking her to death.

"Is this a first time for the two of you?" Rick asked.

Jeff gulped his drink and nodded.

"Ha!" Carol said in throaty exultation. "I knew it, a couple of virgins!"

But Rick's eyes were narrowed now and he watched Jeff very carefully, then glanced at his wristwatch. "Say, where is your wife?"

"She's... she's... she should be on her way here by now," Jeff offered lamely.

Carol and Rick exchanged a glance and Carol slowly closed the book. "Well, we'll wait until she gets here," she said, her voice cold for the first time.

"Where is she?" Rick asked once again.

"I told you, at a friend's house."

Rick grunted. "That friend must live in Nevada. Sure she didn't go home?"

"Of course," Jeff said, taking still another drink. "I gave her your address and told her to be here in half an hour."

Rick grunted again and reached below the bar, pulling up a phone and placing it in front of Jeff. "Then you won't mind if I call to see if she's coming," he said, his voice icy and even.

Jeff sat silently, watching him look up his number in the directory and dialing the number. Just before he got to the last digit, he held his hand out and said, "No! Wait!"

Rick hung up, a bitter smile twisting his lips as he looked at his wife. "I knew it. He's a liar. Another guy trying to get a free thrill." He came around the bar saying, "Come on out. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"Wait!" Jeff said, getting off the stool and lurching, surprised that he couldn't keep his balance. God, he thought, I'm drunk! "Wait a minute, I'm married, I swear I'm married!"

Rick had him by the collar and tie and his grip was unbreakable. "Tell us another. Out." He started shoving Jeff toward the door.

"Wait, let me explain!" he yelled just as Rick backhanded him and sent him reeling. "Honest, I'm married, it's just my wife and the way she is!"

"Rick," Carol called. "At least let him tell his story."

Rick gave him a shove and Jeff started tacking backward until his legs hit something and he fell back on a couch. "Okay, but it had better be good."

Jeff wiped his face where Rick had hit him and looked at the two of them. Rick was standing in the middle of the room, a cynical expression on his face as he lit a cigarette. Carol was still at the bar. She had swung around to face Jeff and the silky material of her long dress had slid off the other leg and hung between her knees so that both of her legs were bare up to the hip and he could see her unbelievably beautiful buttocks and rounded hip bones and he wanted her so much his whole groin ached. He let his head fall back on the couch and the words came out in a rush.

"I lied to you. I have a wife and she's frigid or something. The girl in that picture is Anne and she is built but is she ever a cold fish. I've been going crazy. I saw your ad and answered it and she doesn't know anything about it. I lied to you and I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry. I don't know what I had in mind, I don't know what I was going to do. Jesus, I can hardly believe myself now. It was stupid and I'm sorry and I'll never bother you again."

He got up to leave, glancing sheepishly at the two of them. They weren't looking at him, but at each other, exchanging looks of amusement and memory. "Sound familiar?" Rick asked his wife.

Carol grinned. "Yes, and I believe him. I think he's telling the truth."

Again Jeff found himself dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Rick was walking up to him and holding out his hand. "I'm sorry I got rough, but you did ask for it. You should've leveled with us from the beginning."

Jeff took his hard handshake and rubbed his chin. "I guess I deserved that. I'm sorry."

"Forget it," Carol said, sitting back at the bar. "Come on over and have a drink and tell us about it."

Jeff sat and drank more absinthe, getting progressively more drunk. His tongue loosened as he conquered his natural reluctance to talk about his lack of sex and poured his heart out while the two of them listened. He was surprised how long and honestly he talked and how seriously they listened, never interrupting and only occasionally exchanging glances. When he was through, Carol sighed and said, "It sounds like you're describing me two years ago."

Jeff looked at her, his eyes beginning to glaze a little. During the time he had talked, he had drunk two more glasses of the fiery absinthe. "Huh? You? Frigid?" He was sure they were pulling a joke on him.

"Listen, Jeff," Rick interrupted. "There is no such thing as a frigid woman. There are only repressed woman, woman who have been taught to think that anything sexual is evil. But believe me, there is no such thing as a frigid woman. Okay, how do you make a woman unrepressed? That's the logical question, isn't it? The answer is, it's easy."

Jeff frowned. "I don't follow you."

"Yeah, I know," Rick laughed. "Take it easy on the absinthe. Look, all you have to do is change her way of thinking."

"Oh sure." Jeff made a disgusted face.

"I'm serious. We'll help you. In fact, we'll help her. Hell, Carol was all tied up when I met her. I straightened her out fast, didn't I, baby?"

"You bet you did!"

Rick laughed and easy deep laugh. "Now I have to hold her back."

Jeff was bewildered. "You serious? Are you two for real? Are you putting me on?"

"Far from it," Carol said with a roguish wink.

"Listen, here's what we do. First, of all, we've got to arrange for the four of us to meet." His voice dropped and the three of them bent their heads together while Rick talked. Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. Rick was outlining a plan. He, Jeff Haines, was sitting with two people he had just met, listening to a diabolical plan whereby they would, all three, seduce his wife. And he found himself agreeing to it! He was agreeing to a plan that would culminate in the seduction of his wife!

And, on top of everything, on top of the lewd scheme, on top of the absinthe lying smoky and sexual in his brain, Carol Johnson was rubbing her thigh against his again!

The plan agreed to, Carol pulled away from the bar with a pretty pout on her face. "Hell, I wanted to play tonight. A thing like this could take weeks." She stood with her back to both the men, looking away with a sulky look on her lips and in her eyes. She stood with her legs slightly parted, and slits up the sides of the dress revealing legs that curved enticingly in the high heels she was wearing. Slowly, with her hands, she began lifting the dress; and Jeff, turning to see what she was doing, froze.

He was treated to a view of her legs as the dress was pulled higher and higher, above her knees now and still going up. Surely she would stop at the scarlet garters. But she didn't, the black clinging material rising higher. Jeff licked his lips and shot a glance at Rick behind the bar. The man was utterly at ease, standing with his arms folded and watching his wife's slow striptease. Jeff looked back to see the material stop, right at the point where Carol's rounded buttocks began. The dress seemed to stay there for an eternity and Jeff felt his cock swelling big. The room was silent, without a sound or movement, and Jeff was biting his lip, wondering what she was going to do next.

The answer wasn't long in coming. Slowly, the dress was hiked up higher, and Jeff's knuckles went white on the edge of the bar as her twin buttocks, naked, came into view. She wasn't wearing a damn thing under that dress! He searched his mind for the right thing to say to encourage her to go on. What? He couldn't think as his eyes took in her thick firm cheeks that came together, forming a deep crack between them. Half moons of shadows hung under the buttocks, making them seem soft and heavy.

The dress slid up over them as if it were caressing them and Carol Johnson stood with her back to the two men, naked from the waist down, the dress gathered around her thin waist. She was more than naked, she was lewd with the stockings and garters and dress only accentuating her buttocks as she began moving from side to side, and Jeff watched in horny fascination as he saw her cheeks undulate and move. She moved easily, completely uninhibited, conscious of the impression she was creating.

The movement of her arms tore Jeff's eyes from her swaying buttocks. She was pulling the straps off her shoulders so that she was bare to the waist with only the dress below. She turned and looked right at him, and her tongue licked her lips around her open mouth. He saw her naked breasts and his breath was coming hard and heavy through his nostrils as he took them in.

They were large and perfectly rounded. Snow white, they were tipped with pink nipples that were taut and jutting out and upward. They were like twin exotic fruits of delicious sweetness and, as he watched, one hand held the dress while the other slowly ran up her rib cage and cupped one of the heavy breasts. With her tongue between her white teeth, Carol seemed to offer the breast to him as she sidled toward him, pouting prettily, and rubbed her thigh against his knee.

Jeff shot a worried glance at Rick, who still was calm and composed, as if he was watching someone perform a fairly interesting card trick. Carol drifted to the stool next to Jeff, bent one knee and placed the leg over the barstool, her bare thigh resting on the black leather. Her hand let go of the slit behind her and it fell noiselessly, and her palm felt its way around to her stomach where she caressed herself and let the hand slide down to her crotch.

Slowly, one leg over the barstool, she began pulling the dress up again. First her dimpled knee and her firm thighs came into view, sheathed in the sheer black of her stockings, then the scarlet garters; and she pulled until just a corner of the dress was hanging in front of her crotch like some limp G-string.

Jeff held his breath and tried to swallow. His temples were pounding and his groin ached as he felt his cock get bigger and harder than it had ever been before. He couldn't take his eyes from the corner of the dress and, as he watched, his eyes bugging, she lifted it slowly and her cunt, surrounded by soft red hair, came into view. And she was excited. The lips of her vagina were pulpy and full, curving in a wanton pout not unlike the sexy one on her lips as she watched his reaction and slowly pumped her hips back and forth in a tormenting way, thrusting her pelvis out so that he could see the slit of her cunt and how it gleamed and glistened in the light, moist with excitement.

Slowly, her other hand still cupping her breast, she came toward Jeff, her leg sliding off the stool as she forced her body between his knees, wedging them apart so that she stood close to him. She came closer, pressing all her hot naked body against him, offering her breast to his mouth with her hand.

He was like a deer, nervous, startled, wary. Surely, any second, Rick was going to explode and there would be hell to pay. He rolled his eyes around to see him behind the bar. Rick shrugged and held his hand out, palm open. "Go on, make it. I'll watch."

Jeff closed his eyes and opened his mouth, feeling the tenseness of the nipple and the warm lascivious softness of the rest of the breast. He sucked on the nipple and twirled his tongue around it and heard her moan and felt her weight lean against him.

Then, as if she were fainting, he felt her body begin to sag, and he put his arms around her and tried to hold her up. Then he jumped as he felt her hands on the insides of his thighs, caressing them, feeling for his cock as she continued to sink. He let her go and she sank to the floor, kneeling in front of him and unzipping his fly. Her hand felt for his cock expertly and she gave a little cry of delight as she found it, and he felt himself jump and twitch.

Her hand making a fist around the cock, she pulled it out and looked at it as she slowly stroked it, pulling the skin back farther each time.

A noise behind him startled Jeff and he jerked his head to see Rick moving out from behind the bar. "It's all right," he said reassuringly as he crossed the room and sat down in an easy chair. "I just want to watch."

Watch! Jeff wondered what kind of nuts he had gotten mixed up with! Carol Johnson must be a nymphomaniac, he reasoned, and Rick himself must be some kind of pervert. To sit by and watch another man fuck his wife!

Carol continued to stroke his cock and it bulged to the point where it hurt him, but he felt a great wanton wildness building deep in his loins and he didn't give a damn. Whatever happened, he didn't give a damn. He found himself moaning. Whatever these people were, this would be an experience he would never forget.

He looked down at this beautiful redhead kneeling between his legs and at his own bare cock held in her hand and watched as she stroked the foreskin all the way back and his mushroom head, so bloated and swollen that it was shiny, was right before her mouth. He moaned and roiled inside as he saw her pulpy soft lips part and her red tongue slowly slide out and touch the tip of his cock, and a shudder of deep lewd pleasure swept through his body as he felt its softness and warmth and wetness.

Then, like a starving person, she opened her pretty mouth and her head darted forward. He felt her hot wetness as her pulpy lips wrapped around the shaft of his prick and she sucked. He looked down at her, saw her lovely large breasts and the slow rhythmic bobbing of her head, and saw her free hand groping with what remained of her dress, unsnapping the clasp at the side. The dress fell away from her slim waist and slipped over her subtly curved hips and down to her knees.

He took her head in his hands, tangling his fingers in her hair, and spread his legs wide and shoved his pelvis forward, ramming his cock deep into her mouth and feeling the hot sweetness enveloping his shaft. He closed his eyes and moaned with delight.

His breath coming hard and heavy, he had to look down at her again as his hips pumped, obscenely and he held her head in place with his hands as she sucked greedily, hanging onto his prick with lips that pouted in a lewd manner as he pulled his cock back. He could see that the shaft of his prick was covered with lipstick now as he rammed it back into her willing mouth and her tongue twirled around in her mouth, sending spasms of pleasure coursing up his spine.

She was spreading her legs as she knelt by the barstool, her free hand finding its way to her crotch. As both he and Rick watched, her hips began to pump with a loose, lewd, ball-bearing action and her hand caressed her cunt which was moist and pink, split wide with desire.

He glanced quickly across the room. Rick was watching the two of them, smoking a cigarette, a strange expression of his face. Quickly, Jeff looked down again and saw her stick her finger deep into her cunt and begin to saw in and out as her hips gyrated and pumped with a lascivious motion.

It was too much. With a guttural cry of desire, he forced her head away as she fought to suck more, fighting with all her might, her lips making a wet smacking sound as he pulled his tortured cock free. He had to fuck her! And she knew it! It wasn't that she didn't want him to fuck her, she wanted all the sex he could give and... more!

She tore at his belt and pants with a wanton disregard as he whipped off his tie and popped buttons on his shirt and threw his coat on the floor. She scrambled to her feet, her breasts jiggling as she helped him out of his clothes and they embraced and staggered and fell to the floor with Jeff crashing on top of her. The breath erupted out of both of them and they lay for a split second, seeing stars and catching their breath.

Carol felt his hard prick flat against her soft stomach, and she made a soft mewing sound and began twisting and undulating under him, trying to work the cock down to her groin. He massaged her breasts with his hands, feeling her legs split wide and her knees draw up. She was bending her knees as wide as they would go, splitting her hot moist cunt wide open, eager for him to slam his prick into her writhing molten depths and have him fuck her with all his might.

With a calculating cold-bloodedness born of a wild passion, he placed the thick head of his cock over her cunt and rubbed it up and down the length of her slit as she moaned and writhed, her eyes closed, her mouth open with desire. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Fuck me all night!" The word "Fuck" burned in his absinthe-fogged mind and he felt a dark lewdness tense his body as he continued to run the head of his cock up and down her lubricated slit, feeling her vaginal lips gape wider, feeling her body shiver with delight every time his prick ran over her distended clitoris. "F-fuck m-m-meeeeee!" she keened, her voice wild and high.

He felt her fingers tracing down his spinal column, feeling each inch as they explored lower. They moved past his waist, and he closed his eyes and tried not to moan with delight. He dared not think of what she was going to do.

With a frenzied movement, her hands cupped the cheeks of his buttocks and she tried to pull him toward her, trying, with all her might, to shove his cock into her wanting cunt. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me any way you want!"

Her words drove him mad. Her face was distorted and wild with passion as her head thrashed back and forth, sending her red hair whipping through the air. Then, as he tensed, he felt one finger find its way to the crack between his naked buttocks and burrow its way down until it touched on his anus. With a yell, a bellow, he rammed his cock into the pulpy hotness of her cunt. It sank all the way home into the deep mysterious depths of her being, and he felt it hot and hard with her moist pussy contracting and pulsating around his shaft as if it were determined to hold it prisoner in her cunt forever.

Forcing his arms underneath her and holding her tight so that her head fell back and her entire rib cage was lifted off the floor and her breasts jutted out and burned into his chest, he began fucking herslowly at first, slowly in a snarling desire. She responded wildly, gyrating her hips like a whore gone mad, eager to get more of his cock, if that was possible.

He lost all control and began fucking with all his might, his balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted them off the floor with each stroke and slammed her back down again.

It had been months since he had had an orgasm or even sex of any kind, and he felt his cum building with the might and undeniable thrust of a bulldozer out of control. He fucked with a wild abandon, his cock sawing in and out of Carol's cunt like a piston in a racing engine. Carol was being fucked toward her own ecstasy, wiggling her ass and thrusting her pelvis up to meet each one of his savage blows as her eyes closed and she let her head fall back and her mouth open in wondrous rapture.

"I'm ccummmmming!" Jeff gasped.

"No! Wait!" she wailed, throwing a look at her husband in the chair. He was sitting forward on the edge of his seat, watching the two of them on the floor with glazed eyes.

"I... I... I'mmmmm cummmmming!" he gasped again.

"No! Wait! Fuck me, oh, fuck me, darling!" she cried, redoubling her efforts, thrusting up with all her might, her cunt squeezing on his hard cock as if she would never let go of it.

Rick, seated, quiet all the time, was watching the scene with growing excitement. Jeff was fucking his wife brutally, lifting her off the floor and then slamming her down on the carpet again with dull thuds. And Carol was covered with sweat and writhing under him, her breasts jiggling and being flattened each time he crashed down on her. Her face was wild and her hips were pumping obscenely. Rick grinned a tight cruel grin. This was what he liked. Once she was in a state like that, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. He controlled his desire with a fine-honed edge of sexual fury. After Jeff had spent himself, he would join the action and they would have a mini-orgy under way.

He sat back in his chair. Enjoy yourself, buddy, he thought, because, in a little while, I'll have your wife, that Anne, the bitch, crawling on all fours and catching pennies in her mouth and she'll do anything I say.

Jeff was breathing hard and his heart was racing fast as he felt his orgasm growing until it seemed to fill his whole groin. Then, like hot mercury finding a channel, his cum raced as if it had been poured down a funnel and exploded, almost tearing the head of his cock off, and splattered into her tormented cunt. He felt himself thrusting, pouring white hot sperm into Carol as his toes tingled and the hair stood up on the back of his neck and he bellowed, "Aaaaaaagggggghhhh!"

And still the cum pumped out of his cock, filling her cunt and seeping out the sides and making it easy, so oiled and lubricated, for him to saw in and out of her. He pumped once, twice, once again, felt his strength going, his muscles turning into taffy, his bones melting into warm butter; and, with a long satisfied moan, he collapsed on top of her.

Carol was far from satisfied. She fought underneath him, gyrating her hips and urging him on. But it was no use; he was limp. With another long moan he withdrew, pulling his cock, still half erect, out of her and rolling over on his back and lying spread-eagled on the floor.

Carol was above him, a wild woman. He opened his eyes a slit to see her straddling him, kneeling, her hand holding his slippery cock and trying to guide it up into her cunt. Her breasts were heaving in a wild and exciting way as she leaned over him and gasped, "Fuck me, fuck me, make me cum!"

But it was no use and, with a feline cry of rage, she stood up, glaring down at him. He looked up to see her straddling him, her long shapely legs on either side of his torso, her hips thrust out. There, in front of him, was her cunt, and she was spreading her vaginal lips with both her hands, her arms bunching her breasts together as she looked down at him. He watched as she spread her cunt wide, and he could see its pink walls and the way it pulsated and contracted with lewd desire.

As he watched, she moved up so that she was kneeling over his chest and slowly began to crouch, her cunt spread wide and inviting, one fingertip wildly caressing her clitoris. She was right over his face now, her legs fully bent and split wide, and he reached up and seized her hips, digging his hands and nails into her flesh while she closed her eyes and moaned with delight at the pain and pleasure he was giving her. Then, then, without realizing what he was doing, Jeff Haines did something he had never done before in his life, something he never dreamed he would really do. Slowly he stuck his tongue up into her cunt and wiggled it around.

Carol went mad and began to moan and croon and pump her hips in a frenzied way, eager to get more of his tongue up her cunt. Rick, her husband, lifted his eyebrows. Haines was more of a swinger than he had thought. He got up, unnoticed by the two of them and went behind the bar where he got his camera. Coming around, he crouched on the floor, got them in focus, and clicked the shutter. He crouched all around them, coming closer, getting a close-up of Jeff licking her clitoris with the flat of his tongue as Carol threw her head back and moaned, "Oh! Oh, God. Do it, do it, make me cum!"

It was too much for Rick. He put the camera down and started to get undressed himself, taking off his clothes quickly, his great cock springing out erect and ready. He seized his wife under the armpits and dragged her off Jeff and across the room to the overstuffed chair. There he forced her across the chair, face down, so that her bare buttocks hung over one arm.

Jeff looked up from the floor to see Rick naked, standing over his wife. Carol's head was on the far side of the chair, her long red hair hanging down and partially obscuring her face. Her buttocks were nearest his face and he was staring up at them and watching, as if in a lewd dream, as she slowly split her legs wide, bending her knees.

Like that of most redheads, her skin was a milky white, and he saw her long thighs and her wide lovely buttocks bared and the cheeks spread wide so that her tight, puckered anus was vulnerable. Her cunt, surrounded by pubic hair, spread wide again so that he could see its glistening red walls and the way it twitched and contracted with desire.

And standing behind her was Rick, stark-naked, with the biggest prick Jeff had ever seen held in one fist. He was looking down at Carol's buttocks and begging cunt with a wild grin on his face. Jeff felt himself growing aroused again as he watched Rick put the massive head of his penis against her cunt, spreading the vaginal lips wide, into an almost perfect "O". He saw Carol lift her buttocks with a soft delicious moan and wiggle them in a lewd way, trying to get more of the head into her. Her cunt was split wide now, stretching the lips taut. Rick was filling her cunt with his cock.

Jeff got up and leaned on one elbow and watched, his own prick beginning to swell again. That smoky lustful absinthe in the pit of his stomach awoke, like some sleeping giant, and began to make him wild with desire. Rick was positioned right behind his wife now, spreading his legs and bracing himself, and Jeff crawled across the floor to get to one side so that he could see better.

It seemed as if Rick's huge cock was going to split her right in two as he leaned forward. With a lewd plopping sound and a cry of delight from Carol, the prick slid in, the head buried in her cunt, disappearing from view. Slowly, like some primitive battering ram, Rick sank his shaft deeper into her cunt and just as slowly, lewdly, Carol began pumping her hips and gyrating them. Her clitoris rubbing on the deep thick material of the armchair only served to heighten her lust and excitement.

Jeff rubbed his eyes. Could he believe all this? Was it really happening? He had just fucked Carol Johnson while her husband had sat by and watched. Rick had even approved! And now Jeff was watching Rick fuck her in the most obscene way. Although he had never thought of it, there was something so lewd, so obscene, so exciting and lascivious about fucking while someone watched, that it was tremendously exciting to watch the two of them fucking in front of him.

He crawled closer, wanting to see every little detail of Carol's humiliation. No, humiliation was not the word for it. She was too willing. It was depraved and wild, but she had yet to be humiliated. All kinds of primitive wild thoughts were racing through his absinthe-drenched mind as he crawled closer and looked up to watch them fucking.

Rick's great cock was buried to hilt in her moist hot cunt, and Jeff watched her vaginal lips, stretched tight around the shaft, and saw them convulsing as she used her groin muscles to contract around the cock and her buttocks screwed up as she spread her knees as wide as they would go. Slowly Rick pulled out his lubricated cock, then plunged it back home again. Jeff could see her vaginal lips roll out as he withdrew, and it looked as if she was clinging to the cock with all her might. Then, as Rick sent his massive penis back home, Jeff saw the lips grow taut and roll in until they were completely covered by pubic hair.

Each time Rick slammed home, Carol's body would contract and her breasts would lurch and jiggle in an obscene way and she would let out a little moan. Rick's cock was like a great piston on a ship just getting under way: slow and ponderous at first, but gradually gaining in rhythm and speed.

His legs spread, holding onto her hips with both hands, Rick was crouched over Carol now and really slamming it home to her, her body jumping and quivering as she cried out in wild delight.

She raised her head, pulled her long thick red hair out of her eyes, and turned, looking back and beckoning to Jeff. He got to his feet and walked around to where her head was and her arms seized him around the waist and pulled him to her. Again he felt her hot wet mouth close over his cock as her hands slid down and cupped his buttocks and he found himself looking at Rick, looking him in the eye as he fucked his wife and she sucked Jeff's cock.

He was wild now. A combination of too little sex for too long and the absinthe he had drunk made him wild and bold. He bent his knees and seized her head in his hands and shoved his cock as far as he could up her mouth and felt it hot and wet and tantalizing. He looked down and saw her naked body covered with sweat, bucking and rippling as the two of them battered her from either side of the chair.

He went wild, mad with desire and chortling with a recklessness he had never felt before. Always, when making love to Anne, he had been gentle and timid, frustrating his natural desires, for he felt that women didn't like that kind of thing. Now he felt her lips locked around the hard long shaft of his prick, and the harder he fucked her the more she sucked. And, as he watched, the harder Rick fucked her the more she undulated and gyrated her white buttocks.

Both the men had to use all their strength to hold her now as she writhed in an abandoned sensuous way, up on her knees now on one arm of the chair with her hands supporting her on the other as Jeff held her head in place and she sucked on his cock as if she were trying to pull it off his body, suck it on out and eat it. He felt still another orgasm coming as her body seemed to curl and grow tense. She made a sound deep in her throat and bucked once, twice, three times convulsively, and her body fell into a deep shiver as it sagged and he came into her mouth, his head thrown back, his mouth open.

Carol's cheeks seemed about to explode as she took the hot cum in her mouth and then swallowed and sucked for more. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked for more, and Jeff yelled as his body lurched forward and he came again and again as he saw Rick's thick lubricated shaft sawing in and out of her widespread buttocks.

Jeff felt his whole body turning to taffy again, and he spurted once more into her mouth, and, with his thighs quivering in deep delight, slid to the floor once again. His cock slid out of Carol's mouth, attached to her lips by rubbery strands of cum for an instant. He thumped to the floor and Carol followed him head first, making a contented rattling sound in her throat, her eyes unfocussed, her lips smiling, her body quivering in fine fast spasms from her own orgasm while her buttocks and breasts jumped under the impact of Rick's wild fucking.

He was fucking her right across the chair, her head touching the floor now and her breasts sprawling and jumping obscenely as Rick was all over her, fucking her with a brutal thrust, his face twisted as he rode to his own orgasm, roaring, throwing his head back and shouting, "AAAAGGGGHHHH!"

And then he collapsed on top of his wife and Jeff watched as the two of them slowly lurched, toppled, then fell in a soft sighing mass to the floor. Carol was on top of him and he felt her hot naked flesh burning into his. She managed to open her eyes a slit and give him a tired smile, her hips writhing over his cock ever so slightly. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her breasts bulging, crushed against his chest. "I'd like to try that again."

Jeff moaned, his eyes closing.

"Only this time, you and Rick switch."

Jeff wagged his head from side to side. "I can't, I swear I can't. I'd love to, but I can't!"

Carol was pushing up, getting off him as Rick slid off her back. She was terribly wanton and wicked looking, kneeling over the two men, her body naked and glistening with sweat. Her smile was lewd as she said, "You two just lie next to each other." She had a cock in each hand and was playing with them. "Leave it to me. I'll get you aroused again," she said, licking her lips and bowing her head to suck first one prick, then the other. "It's going to be a long night."

Jeff moaned and thought, Yeah, it sure is going to be a long night.