Chapter 3
Phil and Donna did go into town, comparing notes and impressions. Later, before going back to the beach house, they stopped in the town's only cocktail lounge and had dry martinis. To anyone seeing them, any tourist, they looked like an extremely attractive couple on a relaxed vacation. Donna sipped her drink and tried to hide her anxiety. "Phil, are you sure we're doing the right thing?" she finally asked.
"Getting cold feet? Getting antsy already?" he asked.
"Yes, frankly. I mean, it was one thing what we did in San Francisco. We were strangers. We own that beach house and we're going to be here for years."
"Did you enjoy San Francisco?" he asked.
"I loved it! But, it was kind of a one-in-a-lifetime thing. I mean, we left. It was so risky. It could have turned out bad."
"It turned out great," he said, his voice low.
"I know, I know," she agreed. "But, where do we draw the line?"
Phil sat back in his chair, his face serious. "Wherever you want it, hon. If it bothers you, just say so and I'll call the whole thing off."
"It's just that I worry," she said, thinking of Anne Coleman on the beach and her figure sprawled on the towel, nearly naked, and the lust and lewdness it had aroused in her. She didn't want to tell her husband about it.
"If it worries you, don't do it," Phil said and she could tell he was disappointed with her.
She patted his hand. "You know I want to. I just worry about how far to go, that's all."
Phil looked at her. "You're my wife. I love you. We share our pleasures, right?"
"Right."
"So, you go as far as you want to go. All the way, if you want."
"All the way?" she asked, her lips wet, her dark lashes drooping. She was beginning to feel excited again, a moistness swelling and lubricating the lips of her vagina. She crossed her legs and squeezed them together.
"All the way," Phil echoed.
"How would you feel if you watched Jim Coleman fuck me?" she asked, thrilled and further aroused at her own statement and question.
"I'd enjoy it," Phil said simply. He looked at his wife with a serious expression. "I'd enjoy it tremendously. How would you feel watching me fuck Anne into an orgasm?"
A shudder ran through her body and she could feel her nipples contracting and growing pointed underneath her bra and dress. "I'd like to see that," she said in a breathy voice, wanting, but not daring to add, I'd like us to be on the bed altogether and everybody could get mixed up! The depth of her passion and desire shook her and she felt hotter than she had in years. Anne Coleman had a very desirable body and Donna could see herself caressing that body, driving Anne crazy and loving every minute of it while Phil fucked them both. Jesus, she thought, what am I thinking?
Phil Blocker, although never known as a particularly brilliant student, was far from stupid. He had a driving bold kind of cunning and intuition that made his gambles pay off. When he was playing football, he was known for his wild and abandoned way of playing; his insane gambles that, more often than not, paid off, and electrified the stadium and his team. For example, once, in a scoreless game in which both defenses dominated, late in the fourth quarter, Phil dropped back to field a punt from the opposing team. The kick was a good one, long and high and Phil let it go, letting it bounce and jogging along near the ball, with enemy players all around him, their eyes on the ball, hoping it would roll further back before one of them downed it. The ball took a final bounce end over end up into the air and, like a flash, Phil snatched it and was off, leaving the enemy staring at the empty space in surprise.
The stadium erupted as he wove his way upfield with most of the opposing team in desperate pursuit. It had been a ninety-two yard run and the only score of the game. "What made you do a damn thing like that?" his coach had shouted over the din of the dressing room.
"I don't know," he had shouted back, "it suddenly seemed like a good idea."
And, in business, with people on a social level, things suddenly seemed like a good idea and, more often than not, he went with his impulse and, more often than not, it paid off. He was the envy of the public relations field and the stories were legion about the unorthodox way he captured accounts. And so it was with Donna. He felt he could almost read her mind and he started scheming, right then, a way to get her into bed with Anne Coleman and have a ball with the two of them. He knew that he was slowly bringing Donna along and he was fairly sure she had a deep and consuming lust. She had the capacity for real depravity and he was going to do everything in his power to bring that lust out and enjoy it.
He glanced at his watch. "Hey, it's getting late. We'd better get back, have our lobsters and get ready for the big show tonight."
"Right," Donna said, smiling. She got up, eager to get back and enjoy the evening. It was going to be pretty wild-if she could help it.
Back out at the beach, Jim and Anne had just finished a dip in the ocean and they were coming back over the catwalk, each with their own thoughts. All Jim could think about was the coming night and the possibility that he might see Donna Blocker naked. Already, to his own self-disgust, he had thought of an idea and he told himself that it wasn't so much of a white lie as it was a possibility. He shivered and draped his beach towel over his shoulders. "I hate to say it, but I think I caught a chill."
"Really?" Anne asked, concerned. "Maybe you ought to take a hot shower and some aspirin."
Anne was thinking of Donna and the way she talked. Her husband sounded exciting to her. She hated to admit that another man could interest her but she was wondering about the two of them and she found herself curious. So, when Jim proposed that he sleep in the guest room so that she wouldn't catch his oncoming cold, she readily agreed. Everything was working out fine. She hated the idea of her snooping on neighbors, but it would only be just this once and the idea was truly exciting.
And so it was worked out. After a reasonable time of reading and listening to the radio, there were yawns and goodnights and the regret expressed that they were spending their first married night apart.
Jim, lying in bed, the lights off, grinned up into the dark, thinking he may have talked himself into a cold, for he actually did feel stuffy and tired. He lay quietly, listening.
Their beach house was silent. In the bedroom, Anne tossed restlessly, glancing at the luminous dial and hands of the clock glowing in the dark. Before she had gone to bed, she had peeked, parting the drapes and had seen Phil Blocker out on the sundeck, looking at the stars, drink in hand. He was tanned and rugged and handsome and she chided herself for comparing him to her husband. Since she had talked to Donna Blocker on the beach, all sorts of wild thoughts had gone through her mind. Brought up by strict parents who were very religious, she had little first-hand knowledge of sex and had often wondered about ... things. Now, for the first time in her life, she was going to get a chance to find out what other people did in bed.
She was filled with a restless excitement, telling herself that nothing would happen. Yet, as she had looked, the drapes to their bedroom were open, the lights were on and the bed was in plain sight. For her to see, she would have to get out of bed and stand by the drapes. Supposing Jim got out of bed for some reason and wandered in and caught her? Well, she thought, so what?
And, except for the pounding of the surf down on the beach, the house was silent for what seemed like endless dragging hours. However, when Donna Blocker walked into her bedroom, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress, both Jim and Anne were at their respective windows, holding their breath as they watched. It seemed almost as if Donna were on a glass enclosed stage, the light from the room seeming all the brighter in contrast to the darkness outside. She had an absent smile on her face and, as Jim noted, her gait was loose and swaying a bit.
She disappeared from sight, taking the dress off one shoulder in an unconsciously teasing gesture, revealing her naked flesh underneath.
It seemed to both of them they waited an unbearable time before she came back into view again and Jim felt his cock give a little leap of life as she walked slowly into view. She was wearing a long white negligee and he could see her form underneath it. Her figure was obscured, but he could tell she was naked underneath. She stood by the window and seemed to be staring off as she brushed her hair.
Then, as she tilted her head and stroked her long hair, the negligee fell open and Jim saw that she was indeed naked. All of her secret loveliness was there. Her breasts spilled out and they weren't as large as Anne's, but they were every bit as round and well-molded, like rich ripe melons ready to be plucked. They were high and her dark nipples were pointed and he loved the way they jiggled and shook as she stroked her hair.
His eye raced down over her smooth slim stomach and to her crotch, her wedge of black pubic hair and the way one hip bone jutted out as she leaned her weight on one leg. Far from getting ready for bed, she was getting ready for Phil. She was wearing high heels and jet black stockings that stopped halfway up her thigh and were held in place by two scarlet garters! There was something so lewd and exciting to him about seeing a woman who was more than naked; she was calling attention to her nudity, to her sexuality and he wished he could get Anne to wear something in bed.
But Anne was not paramount in his mind now as he knelt on the floor and felt his cock swelling up hard and horny as he watched Donna Blocker across the way put a hand on her hip, further opening her negligee as she slowly brushed her hair, her head tossed back, her breasts jutting out lasciviously, her hips lewd and provocative as she let her pelvis roll out and Jim could see the tight delicious curve of her naked buttocks and he had to rub the glass with his hand because his breath was fogging the glass cooled by the evening breeze.
Then Phil came into the room, unbuttoning his shirt, a dirty smile on his face as he looked at his wife and she turned her back to the window and held her negligee wide open for him to see. Jim's eyes were starting out of his head and his breath was coming in short gasps as he wondered what they were saying to one another.
If either he or Anne could lip read, they would have known what Phil was saying at that moment. "Sell yourself, baby."
"Mmmnn," Donna murmured, turning slowly so that she faced the windows again, her naked body caught in the lamplight, revealing every contour and sensual curve of her body. "Don't think I haven't."
"Enjoying it?" he asked, taking his shirt off.
"Oh, God! I'm so hot." She turned back to her husband, letting the negligee slip from her shoulders. "Do you think they're watching?"
"I'm sure of it. Out on the deck I saw the corner of their drape move and also I saw a dark figure move in another room."
"God, I feel like such a slut."
"And you like it, don't you?" he asked, getting out of his pants.
"I love it. Phil, are you sure we're doing the right thing? I mean, I could go crazy doing things like this," she said, her finger tips playing with her naked nipples.
"That's the way I want to hear you talk," he said, stepping out of his underwear and standing naked.
Across the way, in the darkness of her bedroom, Anne bit her fist to keep from making a sound when she saw Phil Blocker naked. He had the biggest prick she had ever seen! It was so huge and obscene as it stood erect, its thick mushroom head swelling! His whole naked body exuded a power and lewdness as he stood there with his muscles tensed and a cruel look on his face.
Donna stood looking at her husband, her eyes half closed, her lips wet and her hands cupped her breasts, seeming to offer them to him. "Oh, God, Phil, it seems we're opening a Pandora's box."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low.
"I mean I want to go all the way. Have an orgy. I want to do everything. Anything. God, I've never been so hot before. I'd like to have a gang-bang. I mean it. I'd like to fuck until I couldn't think any more."
"Well, take that negligee off and we'll begin!"
Across the way, Jim had slowly, painstakingly, opened the window so his head could stick out and he breathed the cool sea air as he leaned out, pressing his prick up against the wall as he watched Donna Blocker's negligee slip to the floor and she stood naked and lewd in her high hells and black, thigh-length stockings topped with scarlet garters and he saw her bare buttocks-those twin white cheeks that moved so invitingly as she walked toward her naked husband, smiling at his face as she reached with one hand and seized his huge cock and squeezed it while she stood close and her red tongue slowly slid out and licked his lips. Then he was crushing her naked body in his arms and their mouths were locked and her hips were grinding into his groin as his hand came down and caressed her buttocks and, as Jim watched, she stood with her stockinged legs wide apart and Phil's hand and fingers sunk slowly into the soft crack between her cheeks and he probed for her anus.
Donna pulled her hips away from her husband and Jim saw her thrust her hips out and wiggle them lewdly, allowing Phil's hand to burrow deeper.
She gave a little cry as she felt her husband's finger sink into the rubbery tightness of her anus and explore the tender pulpy walls of her rectum. She had her arms around his neck as she felt his other hand come down and rub over the swollen lips of her vagina.
"Hey," he said, "you're hot already," as his finger glided up and down her glistening slit.
"Am I ever!" she panted. "I told you I was. Oh, I hope they're watching!"
"Don't worry," he said as his fingers parted her twitching lips and plunged home into her palpitating cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Donna sighed as she rotated her hips and pumped her loins back and forth in a slow lewd way, feeling his fingers slipping and sliding in and out of her cunt while his other hand rammed the finger home in her anus and she felt it tight and exciting.
She felt her body turning into a kind of molten excitement; she felt an arousal coursing through her loins like she had never felt before and she felt the growing of a huge orgasm that, once it started, would threaten never to stop.
"I've got plans for you," Phil said as he worked his fingers and felt her hips pump faster and with more abandon.
"Ohhhhhhh!" was all Donna could reply.
"Before I'm through with you, you're going to have that orgy."
"Yessssss! "
"You'll get fucked so much and get so hot you'll do anything I say."
"Yesssss! "
"And some night, I'm going to get you in bed with another woman."
"Ohhhhhhhhh yes! "
"You'd like that?"
"I'd love that! "
"And some night I'll get you in bed with three men and watch them fuck the life out of you."
"Ohhhhhhhh! I... I'm... I'mmmm cummmmmming!" Donna said, her knees weak and her whole lovely body shaking so that her breasts quivered enticingly.
Jim, breathing hard, had his cock out and in his hand now as he tore his eyes from the scene across the way and darted a glance at the door. He hadn't even been listening and Anne could come in and catch him like this. So what, he thought and turned to the window again.
Donna Blocker's hips were pumping and undulating with a life of their own as he watched. God, he thought, what a hot number she was! As he watched, he saw her kiss her husband on the mouth and slowly bend her knees and fall to the floor, her hands sliding down over his chest and stomach and then gripping his big cock. Her tongue had left a wet zig-zag trail across his chest and stomach and she was now down on her knees, licking his thighs while her hands slowly pulled the skin back on his still growing prick.
In her bedroom, Anne felt her breasts heaving with excitement as she watched with her mouth open. Donna Blocker was acting like a whore and her husband seemed to be enjoying it. Already, they had done things she had never even dreamed doing and now it looked like Donna was going to do something Anne had always thought to be an unnatural act. Once, a girlfriend had told her that that was what homosexuals did to one another. And now, she was watching a husband and wife do it!
She couldn't tear her eyes from the size of Phil Blocker's cock. It seemed too big to be real and when she tried to imagine such a thing in her own cunt, a shiver of fear and desire went through her body and she felt her own cunt getting moist and beginning to twitch. She squeezed her naked thighs together and found it only intensified her desire, making her feel more restless and wanting to move her hips.
In the other house, on her knees, Donna looked at her husband's prick held tightly in her hands and at the drop of cum, clear and white, on the end of it. It was right in front of her face and she let her wet tongue slowly stick out and she licked the cum off with the tip of her tongue and tasted it, smacking her lips. "Suck it!" Phil hissed above her, his strong fingers tangling in her long black hair.
As Jim watched, he saw Donna straighten and arch her back so that her buttocks stuck out, tight and provocative and he saw her rib cage thrust up so that her breasts jutted out and she moved her shoulders back and forth in a lewd rhythm so that the nipples of her breasts brushed and rubbed all over his cock. Then, as Jim watched and began to stroke his own cock, he saw her take Phil Blocker's wanger and wedge it between her breasts, burying it in the sensual softness of her cleavage. She smiled down, tilting her head and, with her hands, she cupped her breasts and bunched them around the cock, trapping it with her own soft flesh.
Then, as Jim almost moaned aloud, he saw her tongue lick out and the flat wetness of it run all over the mushroom head. Then, lifting her breasts, she took the thick head in her mouth and sucked obscenely on it.
Phil, his legs spread and his knees bent, his hands clutching her hair, slowly began to pump his hips back and forth, fucking his wife in the mouth while she sucked, her eyes closed, her breasts swelling and bunching obscenely as Phil pushed his hard groin up against her.
Jim felt himself hornier than he had ever been before and he stroked his cock harder and faster, wishing he could do such a thing to Anne. Anne? hell, he thought, I'd love to do it to her, to Donna Blocker!
They were growing wilder now and Phil was increasing the rhythm and savageness of his thrusts, sticking the thick shaft of his big prick halfway into her mouth. Donna's lips were tight around the wet shaft as she felt it slipping back and forth, ramming home into the back of her mouth and she couldn't-didn't want-to hold her pose and her hands fell away as she sucked with her eyes closed and she spread her legs, kneeling with her knees far apart and, as Phil held her by the hair and one hand stroked the thick rock-hard shaft of his cock, her other hand found her own throbbing cunt and her fingers played with her oiled clitoris and her hips gyrated as she increased her own horniness.
Anne watched, her breasts heaving, her hands beginning to run over her own body under her negligee. She wondered what it would be like to act like Donna Blocker, to pretend-just once-that she was nothing more than a slut, a whore. She thought it must be exciting to be so abandoned and lewd and, unconsciously, her fingers were kneading her negligee up, baring her legs and thighs.
Across the way, Donna was sawing two fingers in and out of her cunt as she sucked, her lips tight and her teeth delicately biting on the hard shaft. Her cunt felt aflame and nothing she could do satisfied it. In fact, as she watched Donna, Anne felt her own desire growing at the dizzy pitch as she began to move her loins back and forth and felt, with a guilty twinge of lewdness, her own fingers delicately touch the swollen lips of her own vagina.
She stood, trembling in fine spasms as she watched the pagan scene across the way. She watched as the two of them gyrated faster and wilder, reaching a stage of wildly brutal abandon as the muscles bulged in Phil's arms as he clutched his wife's head in his hands and fucked her in the mouth with all his might, hammering his cock home into the back of her mouth, causing her to choke and the veins in her neck to bulge.
Anne pulled her negligee up higher and separated her legs a little and let her fingers slide along her own moist slit. Never had she seen anything so savage and brutal and Donna seemed to be loving it!
And Donna was, sucking with all her might as she sawed her fingers back and forth, thrusting them as deep as they could go into her cunt and wiggling them around while her thumb twirled over her clitoris. Phil fucked her so hard that they lost their balance and fell heavily to the floor. Instantly, Donna was up, over her husband, crouched on all fours with her buttocks toward the Coleman's window.
Jim, in the den, his cock in his hand, saw Donna Blocker's lovely buttocks exposed. He moaned softly as he took in her thighs so firm and spread apart and the lovely curve of her twin cheeks with the deep cleft between them and there, there for him to see, was her tiny tight anus, puckered with excitement. And more. There, below her anus, at the swooping apex of her thighs, was her cunt. And, as he watched, he saw her spread her knees even further apart and he saw her cunt open. It spread lasciviously, red and glinting with moist excitement.
She crawled up her husband's body and took his prick in both her hands and licked it as she positioned her knees on either side of his head.
Jim felt the tip of his cock getting wet from cum and he couldn't help rhythmically stroking it as he watched Phil's arms come up and cup her buttocks in his hands and pull her groin down on top of his face. At the same time, Donna Blocker opened her mouth wide and took his huge prick in her mouth and sucked.
Anne, in the bedroom had her negligee up around her waist now and she stood by the drapes, watching, her buttocks pumping as her fingers slid hypnotically up and down her cunt and she wondered what would happen if Jim came into the room now to find her with her naked buttocks. Her two bare cheeks undulating in an inviting manner. What would he do? Would he take her and do the obscene things to her that Phil Blocker was doing to Donna? And, she thought, her body quivering with desire, how would she act?
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was impossible for two people to act in such a lewdly animal way. They were on the floor now, with Donna on top of her husband, their bodies pressed together as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down, on his cock, while her buttocks undulated and pumped as he licked on her cunt and their bodies writhed and moved together in a dance of pleasure and obscenity.
In the other house, Donna felt the delicious hot lickings of his tongue as she gyrated her hips, trying to get that tongue deeper in her cunt, and felt the first surgings of an orgasm and flirted with the notion of letting it come, her hips twitching, then decided no, not yet. She pulled away from her husband's wild grasp with a wicked smile and scrambled to her feet, saying, "Wait!" and running to the bathroom.
Anne felt her eyes glued to the naked figure of Phil lying on the floor. His chest was heaving and his cock was huge and red and wet and bulging. She couldn't take her eyes from that cock. She couldn't help herself now as her breath came light and fast and she spread her legs even further and, for the first time in her life, she put her finger up her own cunt and felt it slide in and send lewd shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. Tentatively, she sawed in and out as she stared at Phil Blocker's prick and imagined herself there, in the room, alone with him.
She felt dizzy from passion and closed her eyes for a moment and licked her lips. What am I doing? she wondered. A portion of her mind told her that she shouldn't be watching, that what she was watching was obscene and wrong. Yet, another, growing, side of her told her that it was exciting.
Donna came back into view holding a large bottle in her hand and Jim sat up again, clutching his prick. She stood over her husband and provocatively put one foot on either side of his head so that when he looked up, he saw her long legs and curved thighs and cunt and firm slim stomach with her breasts jutting out as she smiled down at him, one hand on her hip as she slowly gyrated her hips. She tilted the bottle and Jim watched closely to see a clear liquid spill out and splash on Phil's big chest. Then Donna knelt by him and was smearing the liquid all over his body. Oil! Jim knew it was oil as Phil sat up, took the bottle and poured it on his wife's shoulders and smeared it all over her breasts so that they glistened in the lamplight.
"Jesus," he muttered as he watched them covering each other with oil. He watched Donna stand while Phil smeared shining oil all over her stomach and buttocks, massaging them as he did, letting his fingers slip into her tight crack and cover her anus with oil.
Donna stood, turning slowly as he covered her with the oil, spilling then smearing it on her stomach and thighs. And on the insides of her thighs and on her groin and even letting his fingers spread the lips of her cunt obscenely. He smeared the oil on her legs down to her stockings then stood and handed the bottle to his wife.
Anne's finger was imbedded in her cunt up to the second knuckle and she was using the muscles in her thighs and groin to squeeze her cunt around the finger as she felt her torment only increasing. She had to have something more. She felt she had to have a cock fucking her or go crazy as she watched Donna spread the glistening oil all over her husband's big muscular body and lovingly take his prick in her hands and cover it with slippery shining oil.
They stood there, their bodies so lewd as they caressed one another, their hands slipping and sliding all over. Anne wedged another finger into her inflamed cunt and sawed in and out with a driving desperation as she watched them move toward the bed.
The water bed! The one Donna talked about!