Chapter 9
He opened the door and waited for the girl to go in before him. She walked in cautiously, almost in embarrassment. It was very dark, but he walked through the kitchen and den and stood at the hallway waiting for her. Then, he heard the soft strains from the stereo-music wafted softly through the still house.
"Dr. Simmons?" she whispered. "Is it all right..."
"Yes," he said softly. "My wife must have left the stereo on when she left. She does that all the time."
They paused in the hallway and she reached out for him; she came into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck for reassurance. He bent and kissed her tenderly.
"It's all right, baby. The whole house is ours. Jill won't be back until Sunday."
"I just can't believe it," she cooed, holding, close to him. "I can't believe that I am really with you and we are going to spend the night together ... in a bed."
"I know it," he nodded, thinking all the while that it was complete insanity, but that kind of madness that his life had been lacking for much too long. He did not care anymore, and he had a great feeling of uplift even now as he remembered what he had just done: he had told off old Dr. Dale good, something he had wanted to do for years. It puzzled him a bit, however, the way old Dale had carried on about Jill. The old lecherous devil had probably made a pass at her-hell, maybe she had even let him diddle around with her. Whatever it was, it didn't matter right then.
"Where are we going?" she whispered.
"To bed, darling girl," he said jovially, leading her down the dark hallway.
"John, are you sure..."
"I never thought you'd be the one to be paranoid," he scoffed, dipping over to nip her on the ear. "Listen, girl, you came along and liberated me, and now you'll just have to put up with the aftermath you've caused."
"I love it," she said, stopped, and they kissed long and wetly.
The door to the bedroom was closed and he stopped them there a moment to kiss her again. Even after all the passionate lovemaking that day, and night, he found his cock still ready to zonk on up to the higher regions of full erectness. She pressed her tight little box against his pelvis, did a couple of playful hunches.
"My God," she uttered. "You're getting me all hot again. Let's get to that bed before I come right here..."
He opened the door, encircled her waist, and they walked into the darkened chamber as though floating on air. He heard her giggle against his neck as she arched up to nibble him there. He reached for the light switch.
"What the hell," he exclaimed incredulously at the scene he saw before his eyes now. "WHAT THE HELL!"
Upon hitting the light switch, a fantastic scene unfolded as the room was flooded with light. There on the king-size bed was his wife Jill-in all the glory of her bestial nakedness -spread-eagled and in the throes of consuming passion. And there upon her long slender body was the shape of a muscular young man. His head was fastened tightly upon her spread vagina and his head had just been bobbing up and down in a frenzy. The girl on the bed was in the process, even at that crucial moment, of having a bombastic orgasm.
"Oh, my God, my God...," Jill moaned, still torn by the uncontrollable passion that gripped her. "John ... what are ... you ... doing... oh, my God!"
And as he stood shocked, he saw that she was too far gone not to finish what he had started there upon her heaving pussy. The youth pulled slowly off her and looked around to see the husband standing there in the doorway.
"Jill, what are you doing!" he barked.
"I ... John ... I ... what are you doing here?"
"And who's that? Oh, I see! It's you, Evans!"
"Dr. Simmons," Phil Evans said in a subdued tone. "My God! Is that you, Kathy?"
The girl behind the professor rather cowered back, but now that she had been recognized she stepped out a little and smiled sheepishly. Jill sat up then, not bothering to cover up her large breasts. Both of them on the bed were quite naked and both were flushed with the color of heightened passion.
"Goddamn, what is this!" John stammered. "It's madness! I guess we'd better leave ... and let you finish ... what you were doing."
His voice suddenly became contrite; he just stood there and tried not to look at his naked wife there enmeshed on the bed with her lover. Perhaps none of them were thinking at all then, because of the shock, but already a new and collective feeling no doubt had gripped them all. A slowly building sensation of relief came on all their faces. There was just nothing to say. They just all looked from one to the other to garner some recognition.
"Well, let's go," John said sheepishly.
"No, wait!" Jill said, her tone clear. "Don't go now. There's no use ... everything is out in the open. John, who is that girl?"
"That's Kathy," Phil said, trying to hold back a smile. "She's my chick ... or she used to be. Hi, baby, how you been doing? I haven't seen you lately?"
"You've been too busy with other things," Kathy said, actually smiling and speaking in her usual knowing tone.
"It looks like you haven't missed me much, baby," he answered back, still holding on to Jill's naked hips.
"Oh, I've been doing all right," she laughed, looked up at John. "Haven't I, Dr. Simmons?" She reached up, put her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down. Right in front of the other two she made him kiss her long and probingly.
"Well," Jill exclaimed with perhaps a hint of mixed emotions as she watched her husband holding another girl tightly in his arms.
"Well, what are we all going to do?" Phil asked. "It is a bit awkward. Listen, I'll leave if you want me to, Jill."
"I wouldn't think of it," she answered quickly. Whereupon she pulled him over, mashed her pert mouth upon his, and ran her hands down upon his naked groin. She fondled his semi-hard prick and stretched the kiss out for the benefit of the onlookers.
"Look, this is ridiculous," John said. "There's no use in playing this game. As I see it, there are no explanations in order, anywhere. So, I'm going to cut out of here."
"Don't be in such a rush," Kathy said, running her hands all over her thighs and hunching a little against his leg. "They don't seem to mind, darling, so why should we? And after all, it is partly your place too, isn't it?"
"Yes, you're right," he nodded. "What the hell?"
"What are you going to do, John?" Jill asked.
"I'm tired. I've had a hard day. So I'm going to bed. And since this is my bed ..."
"Wait a minute," Phil said.
"No," Jill said. "He's right."
"Look, everybody, why the big hassle?" Kathy said. "We can see that you two have been making out, and I'm not afraid to admit that Dr. Simmons and I have been having a ball. So, if we know it, what's the big hassle?"
John by this time had his coat and tie off and was kicking off his trousers. Jill looked at him calmly and only Phil was still at a loss over it all. Quickly then Kathy began peeling out of her skirt and blouse. When she threw off her panties and bra and stood naked against the naked man she had been making love to, the pair on the bed just looked up.
"Well?" John asked.
"Well?" Jill replied.
At that, John vaulted himself onto the ruffled bed, followed by the vivacious little chick Kathy. Soon the four of them were all close together and touching against each other's nakedness. Kathy rolled over, her leg sprawling over Phil's naked thighs, and climbed upon John's chest. His hands cupped her breasts, but at the same time he was mashing against his own wife's massive boobs.
"What are you going to do?" Phil asked Kathy.
"I'm getting hot, man," she answered. "Wow, this is exciting! Lord, look at all of this good stuff..."
"Come on, Phil," Jill said. "Come on. It doesn't matter. Come on, lover, come and put that big dick of yours in my pussy again. Come on and fuck me right here! Show them how you fuck me!"
"Dr. Simmons," Kathy cooed. "I want that cock of yours so bad now. I want them to see just how great we can fuck!"
Soon two pairs of bodies were rolling and tossing and humping all over the bed; after awhile it was impossible to distinguish who was doing it to whom, but as they proceeded to lose all their inhibitions, it didn't seem to matter. John found his wife's face near his and he reached over and kissed her; she responded fully, running her tongue deep into his mouth. They broke apart to see that Phil and Kathy were rubbing and hunching with each other's legs and were locked in a long wet kiss.
"John, darling," Jill said. "Why didn't you tell me before? Why didn't we..."
"Ssh," he whispered, running his hands over her swollen tits and finding her hot pussy with his fingers. "It's all right now, darling. We've got a lot of making up to do. It's just going to be great now, baby."
"You little bitch," Phil said to Kathy, splaying her young-cunt open with his fingers. "You've been fucking his eyes out, haven't you?"
"Yes," she smiled. "And you've been balling her all this time, haven't you?"
They both laughed uproariously, clinched together, and rolled over and over. The other couple became tangled in the wild melee, could not keep from entwining and meshing together.
They all began to love the one nearest, kissing first one partner and then the other. Wild hands roamed and played and dug in hidden crevices. It was madness, but it was not a separate thing anymore. Because it was the sort of thing that most people only fantasize about, they plunged and managed to become conjoined in unison of equal passion brought on by the uninhibited coupling. They all drove in to a plateau of delirious ecstasy.
"Come on, fuck me," Jill said to John. "Come on, this is the way! You there and you there! Yes ... I want to suck you and I want you to fuck me ..."
And the other little chick spread her thighs wide and accepted her old lover's tool while she positioned herself to take the professor's prick into her hungry mouth. They were all working now for mutual but individual division of sexual exaltation.
"Oh, it's great, John," Jill uttered. "Oh, I love it!" She closed her mouth on Phil's cock then and worked on happily and wildly.
"Yes," he said. "And from now on, baby!" he heaved.
The room became a din for moiling, unchecked, original love. As their fever pitch mounted, the place took on the aura of crazed turbulence; they were all working into a tight chain of erotic fulfillment.
And long after, they lay together, all entwined, and slept in fulfilled grandeur of satisfied peace.