Chapter 6
He showered again, for the third time that day, but he'd needed it. Never had he given himself so completely to any woman. He'd been drained as orgasm after orgasm had weakened his body. But, somehow, Greg felt good. His body was clean, his mind drained of many hang-ups that had been bothering him over the past several weeks.
He now knew for certain that he had no potency problem. Christ, how well he knew that! If the right woman drew him out, she could get as much as she needed from him. Even such a magnificent creature like Sigrid could almost satiate herself with him, but he admitted that no one man could give Sigrid everything she needed. She was too much woman for that.
Still, he felt fulfilled. She'd tested him thoroughly and shown him that he still wanted and needed total sex. She'd shown him that he could get as hot as any man and that if he were missing sexually at home it certainly wasn't all his own fault.
That was why he'd agreed to her crazy scheme. He owed Sigrid his thanks for drawing him out, even though he knew it had been morally wrong and nothing could change his mind about that. He'd been wrong to do it but he' was pleased that he'd acquitted himself so convincingly.
But he wouldn't do it again. No. He was through playing games with neighbor women, or with any women other than his wife. But he had a debt to Sigrid. If she had to be shown that there were human beings in the world who could not be led into sexual sin, then he'd permit his own Karen to show her.
He smiled as he dried himself after the biting shower. Yes, Karen would show that Amazon. She'd prove to that hunk of female that not everybody was as weak as Greg, and he knew that he was stronger than most. After all, this was his first-and last-straying from the fold since his marriage. Karen would be much more of a tough rock.
And Sigrid claimed that that puny son of hers could do the job. Indeed, it was her contention that little David could induce Karen to come after him, to seduce him. He laughed aloud as he looked down at himself. His cock was long and dangling, apparently spent Christ, it had earned itself a rest.
So Sigrid really thought her son had some magic that could make a sexual saint like Karen come to him, make her beg him to give it to her...and ail this right in front of the rest of the family and Greg himself. Impossible.
But the mere thought stirred something in Greg and again he looked down at himself as he walked into the bedroom. By sweet heaven his cock was coming to life.
There was a small tingle down there and the big knob began to lift. It didn't lift far, but far enough to prove that he wasn't dead. He frowned. Did thoughts of his wife battling seduction by a kid make him hot? God, maybe he was getting weird about sex. Maybe Sigrid had opened some dark doors in the back of his mind.
He dressed quickly' in a clean sport shirt and pants. Then he made himself coffee while waiting. He glanced up at the kitchen clock. Karen would be home from her shopping trip soon and then the test would begin. He toyed with the notion of letting her in on the secret, but he discarded it. After all, there was no chance that Karen would fall before that punk kid. No, she'd show Sigrid honestly that she was invulnerable to any man except her own husband.
Husband. So Sigrid had lost hers. Greg smiled. He could have been cruel and asked her how come she couldn't hold a man, but Greg didn't want to hurt his neighbor. After all, she'd given him. a great deal and, so long as he didn't go back to her another day for seconds, he supposed there would be no harm done. And, even though Sigrid had promised never to squeal on him, he couldn't afford to make an enemy of her. He thought about life as Sigrid's husband. Then he realized that she'd probably broken her husband's will, his spirit, his sexual capacity to handle her. She'd said that she'd socked him for plenty at the divorce settlement. Obviously the poor guy had been glad to get her off his back...literally.
Greg finished his coffee and washed the cup and the pot. He knew that Karen was terribly neat and he didn't want to leave anything about that would put her in a mood. He wanted her cooperation when she got home. Yes, he was going to use his own wife to teach that God-damned Amazon a lesson she'd never forget. Karen would teach her-without even realizing it-that sex wasn't everything for everybody, that some people had moral standards that didn't go beyond their own mates.
He went into the small living room and looked out toward the pool, the street and across to the beach and the ocean. It was a beautiful afternoon, one in which he would normally have gone to the beach or sunned himself at the pool. Instead he hadn't gotten out of that giant's apartment. He enjoyed being outdoors on Saturdays because he got so little sun and exercise during his weekdays in his law office.
It had been only that morning that he'd looked down and spotted Sigrid in the pool, but it had been she who had started things off by coming to him about her pilot light. He smiled. He'd lighted her pilot, all right. He'd set her on fire and he'd caught fire in the bargain. He then frowned again. But he had to admit that he didn't think she had come to him with the idea of putting the make on him.
No. She'd merely wanted his help and then, when she saw him getting all hot and bothered she'd decided to do something about it. Then she had been switched on and they were off to the races. So, it had been his fault, really that the whole affair had gotten started.
All right, so he'd use Karen to help end it all and he'd back up his wife's sound morality with a resolution of his own. He wasn't going to see Sigrid again, not to light her pilot or fix her plumbing or to put out a fire in her crotch. She'd need to find somebody else for that chore.
He blinked as he saw the VW coming up the street. It turned in and disappeared' under the large apartment house. He could imagine Karen working the repaired garage door easily as she put the car away. He knew she'd be pleased about that, but even so his palms were damp. After all, he and Sigrid had a secret which he wasn't going to share with his own wife. But there was a reason. He'd promised to submit his mate to a fair test...and he would.
He sat down and started reading the paper. In a few seconds the front door opened and Karen came bustling into the room, her arms loaded with packages.
"Hi, darling!" she exclaimed, her cheeks pink from her excitement. "How was your day?"
Greg glanced up casually, but he never could really look at his wife casually, even after three years of marriage. She was behind packages, except for her face and her legs. Her face was excited, her legs were exciting. God, but she was a slim and willowy woman, a stylish beauty that any man would want. Next to her Sigrid looked like a linebacker. He bit his lower lip. But she might play with, the Chicago Bears-one or two at a time-but never for them.
He watched Karen turn to the couch and begin to unload her parcels. As she leaned over he watched the mini stretch tightly across her bottom so that he could see the line of her pants underneath. He saw the backs of her thighs slide into view and they were so wonderful. Then she straightened and turned.
He looked at the front of her, at her waist, her surging breasts tightly packed in her bodice. He'd often wanted to suggest to Karen that she not wear a bra, but he knew she'd be shocked at such an idea. But he knew a bra only held her breasts in, not higher. They rode nicely without the need of a bra's support.
She was the perfect beauty queen with the measurements of a Miss America. Five seven, 120 pounds, soft blond hair that fell over one side of her face when she leaned over, blue eyes that could be warm or cold. She had the morals of the perfect Miss America, too. Bert Parks would be proud of her.
She tilted her head as he stared. He was still thinking of the line of her pants that showed through her miniskirt. "Hey, did you hear me? Your ever-lovin' wife's home."
"Huh?" Greg started and then he smiled. "How could I miss you? I was just admiring the merchandise."
Karen actually flushed. "I know. I've been thinking about our pre-dinner date all day. If you'll just give me a couple of minutes to get these things put away."
Again she turned her back on him and leaned over the packages on the couch. Again he looked at her panty line and the backs of her legs. His prick began to stir and there was an itch in his crotch.
"You thought about our date?" he repeated, feeling stupid. He wanted her to come out with it.
She looked over her shoulder and then she came to him, slipping into his lap easily and lightly. He thought about holding the Amazon in his lap and the picture boggled his mind. "Of course I thought about it. I even hurried home especially to give us plenty of time. I can feel that little worm inside me. It's itching to get out." She sighed and kissed him lightly on the mouth, her soft breast stabbing his chest. He liked that. "The little worm hasn't itched much lately...but today he is."
"Karen.. . "
"So" she interrupted. "First I've got to put some things away. I bought that dress, and another one. I'm going to hang them up before they wrinkle. I also got you three pair of undershorts but I couldn't find the right saw blade size. I'm sorry, honey."
"That's all right," he replied, keeping his voice calm. Christ, the prospect of the party was getting to him. He wanted to call it off and fuck his wife instead. "I'll pick one up on my lunch hour Monday."
He watched her run out of the room a couple of times as she put things away. He nodded as she displayed his shorts. At last she was finished and she emerged from the kitchen.
"I see you made some coffee. Want to join me in a cup?" she said, her voice light. He could tell she was on edge, too, that she was anxious that their little "date" go well. They'd failed one another so much lately.
He shook his head. "Forget the coffee. I've got something to tell you."
"My, we are in a rush." She came to him and sat down on the couch, her body against his. He could feel her slight trembling. The poor kid had lost her confidence and it was especially apparent now that he'd regained his. He knew he could stick his prick into a knothole and go off, if he chose. He could go off just by thinking about sex, if he really tried. He was a loaded sixteen-year-old all over again. Thanks to Sigrid.
Again she leaned across him and kissed him on the lips, this time with more warmth. The stab of her breast was more sharp, as though her breasts were beginning to fill with passion, becoming larger, more firm, their nipples beginning to poke against her bodice.
She leaned away and linked her fingers in his, toying with his hand as she held it in her lap. He could have turned his hand over, groped it straight into her box and watched her jump with surprise. But he would never do that. He looked then at her naked thighs-she never wore stockings in the summer, she didn't need to with her smooth, tanned legs. He looked at the high hemline as her dress hiked up almost to her crotch. She wore minis to please him, because he'd convinced her it was a crime to hide those legs. Then he looked where the dress was right across her crotch. The "Y" was apparent and the delicate mound was inviting.
But Greg blew out his cheeks and held off. Did he want to screw her right now and to hell with Sigrid? No, he'd given his word to his neighbor and he owed her his honesty. And, when the brief fiasco was ended he and Karen would come back here more steamed up than ever by the frustrating delay. They'd have a good laugh about the groping tactics of the Taylor kid and then they'd hop into bed for a long, sweet bang.
"Karen..
"All right," she giggled. "If you insist. I just thought you'd want to talk for a while." She gripped his hand more tightly. "Let's go."
"No, I do want to talk." He licked his lips. "I met our neighbor today. The woman next door, the one who moved in last week."
Karen kept her hold on his hand, but it wasn't quite so tight. She smiled up into his face, all innocence, never dreaming that he was hiding anything. "Oh, Mrs. Taylor, is that her name? I'm afraid I haven't been a very good neighbor. I should have gotten my fanny over there to see her and her children. I think she has a son and daughter. That's what the landlord told me."
"I think so," Greg continued. "Anyhow, she caught me in the garage..."
"The door works wonderfully, dear. You should have been a mechanic instead of a lawyer." She giggled. Of course, she was proud to be married to a professional man. She was that sort of a woman. She wanted her husband to wear a necktie to work, to have an office, a secretary, standing in the community.
"Anyhow," he continued, breaking in on her. "She got me to come into her place and light the pilot in her water heater. Well, we talked and she said she was glad to have such friendly and handy neighbors. When I left she asked us-you and me-to come over for a drink before dinner. I think she wants us to meet her kids, too."
He'd spilled it out beautifully, he knew. It all sounded so innocent, so natural, so casual. Come over and meet the nice lady and her beautiful children.
"Well, isn't that nice?" Karen said at once, obviously touched by the invitation. "Now I do feel guilty, We should have had her...them here first." She stuck out her lower hp. "She was talking about today, now?"
Greg nodded.
"There goes our party."
He sighed.
She squeezed his hand. "Until later, anyhow. We just won't stay too long."
"Precisely what I had in mind." He leaned down and she raised her face for his kiss.
She broke the kiss. "Goodness, I must be a mess. I'll need to change."
"Nonsense. It's no big deal. Believe me, after what I saw, she won't be in any floor-length hostess gown." He tried to keep his voice light
But Karen teased him, her eyebrows raised suspiciously. "Oh, and what did my big, handsome, capable pilot lighter see?"
As she got up he slapped her on the fanny. "Get in there and do what you have to do, but be quick about it. I want this party to be over in a hell of a hurry."
She laughed as she left the room, twisting to look over her shoulder. Again he could see the line of her pants and he cursed the party. Hell, they could make it good together, right now. It was the right moment. He followed Karen into the bedroom.
He lounged in the doorway as she sat at her dressing table, fussing with her hair. She used very little makeup. She looked better without it, so she only touched up her lips. He liked her blond hair natural, too, and she didn't put anything on it, except a brush every morning and every night
He looked at the curve of her back and the proud tilt of her buttocks as she sat up straight at her stool. Then he came over to her and touched her shoulders.
"Hey, let's forget that party," he muttered.