Chapter 10

I stretched and rolled over onto my back, blinking my eyes open. I didn't want to wake up, but I didn't fight against it; I just lay there and let my brain slowly come awake. Finally, sensing something, I turned my head. I was sleeping on the divan these nights (doctors orders, you know); I saw Laurie sitting in a chair across from me. She was stark naked, which was not unusual, but her legs were spread out so that my first view was of her pussy. I raised my eyes up past her swaying tits to her face; and then I sat up quickly. She had an A printed on her forehead in red-in lipstick.

"Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Don't you remember The Scarlet Letter.' Any married woman who fucked another man was labeled an adultress and had a red 'A' painted on her forehead!" she said almost bitterly. Then she pushed herself to her feet and raised a hand to her forehead, smearing the A until it was unreadable. "But then, if a woman's husband brings that man home and makes her fuck him; then she isn't really an adultress, is she?

"Oh, Mark!" she cried out, "How could you do such a thing?"

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" I spit out, pushing myself up and swinging my legs off the divan. "I did you a favor, goddamnit! I gave you an honest-to-god hunk of cock to fuck instead of that goddamned dildo! You ought to thank me, not pull a stupid scene like this!"

"Thank you! My god, what kind of a man are you?"

I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want to tell her that I was the kind of man who had simply gotten tired of his wife, who not only wanted but needed a little variety. I didn't want to tell her, if she didn't remember, that I had tried again last night, really tried, but that I had gone soft in her mouth. I took the line of least resistance; I pushed myself up and went into the bathroom. I showered, went into the bedroom and dressed, and then left the apartment without speaking to her again.

I drove down to the corner and into the service station, parked to the side and went into the telephone booth. Her home number I could remember, but I had to look up P. H. Moulter's office number. After a couple of rings I heard Miss-Redhead-with-the-big-tit's efficient voice. She was sorry, but Doctor was with a patient ... but when I identified myself her voice changed ever-so-slightly and after a moment's pause she assured me that Doctor could see me at two-fifteen. I looked at my watch; that gave me a little over two hours.

"Okay," I said, "I'll be there."

Stepping out of the booth, I saw someone standing by my car. It was Lance Morrow. "Hi!" he said cheer fully. "I was just on my way up to your place and saw your car."

By daylight he looked even younger than he had the night before. He had the fresh, clean look of a high-schooler just out of the showers, and to look into his face you wouldn't have thought that our dealings had been in sex. As a matter-of-fact, you wouldn't have thought about him and sex at all. You would have been more inclined to imagine him interested in football or something of that nature. You sure wouldn't have thought of him pronging another guy's wife while the guy looked on!

"Come on," I said, "I've got to get some coffee under my belt."

Driving along, he smiled and asked, 'You score last night?"

"Yeah," I answered, and looking over at him I realized that he would be interested in the details (or did I just want to tell him about it?). Anyway, I told him about it, giving him a graphic description, and it had its effect on him. His rod stuck up hard against his pants. I had to laugh; this was obviously a fucker after my own heart! "So you see," I concluded, "when I've got my prick in the right gals mouth, no strain!"

"Jesus," he half whispered, rubbing his shaft "Man, I'd like to get in on a scene like that!"

With him in his condition-and me not far from it-I drove into a drive-in rather than going to a restaurant. Besides that, I figured that he would enjoy the scenery, the young girls in their tittie tight blouses and ass long skirts. (Or should I say ass short skirts?) He did.

"Man," he said, "after six months of seeing nothing but men, of beating my own meat when it got too much for me, I just can't get enough! Just look at the knockers on that cutie over there!"

When a sharp little blonde came over, leaning down so that the upper part of her tits were almost in my face, I thought he was going to cream his jeans. I laughed and ordered our coffee, and while we waited for it I told him about Laurie's dramatic scene of the morning. He frowned. When I'd finished he said, "Well, I'll have to admit that I enjoyed screwin' her, but I'm sorry it developed into a hassle for you."

"No strain," I answered, and I meant it. I wasn't going to let it become a strain; if Laurie didn't like it, well, tough tittie! I looked down at his crotch again and thought again that she should have thanked me-after all, it isn't every husband who'd be kind enough to furnish his wife with a good-looking, clean, well-hung ldd like this!

"What'd you get sent up for?" I asked. "Or would you rather not tell me?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked out through the windshield. "When I get low ... broke, y'know? ... I sometimes hustle. It ain't so bad. It's usually good for anywhere from five to twenty bucks, 'nd I just he there and tell myself it's a girl suckin' me off. Well, one night I hustled the wrong guy ... a cop."

As simple as that. No apologies. But he obviously didn't want to dwell on it, or maybe even think about it. He said, "Y'know, after you let me off last night I hit another stroke of luck. There was this broad checking into the hotel, she was thirty-five or forty but kind of nice. I helped her take her suitcase up to her room and she invited me in. I guess you know what happened!"

I looked across at him and laughed. "That's a lie, and you know it!"

He laughed back. "Yeah. I only wish it had happened! I still got me a lot of stored up loads to dump!" He rubbed his half limp cock. "This old thing's going to leap up every time it sees a broad until I get caught up!"

"And no guys in between?" I asked, thinking of Tim.

"Not on your life. Unless, of course, I can't find at least a part-time job before then. 'Matter of fact, that's what I was going to do this morning, look for a job, but...."

"But you thought you'd come back and see if there was a chance for seconds," I finished for him when he didn't.

Our eyes met for a moment, and he nodded. Yes, he had hoped for seconds, but little Laurie had ruled that out.

We had been riding around. Now I looked down at my watch. "I've got an appointment in a few minutes. You want to sit in the car and wait for me?"

"Might's well, if you don't care."

There were several people in the waiting room, which I took to be a bad sign. I was more convinced of it when the redheaded nurse led me down the hallway and into Moulter's office rather than the examination room. "Doctor will be with you shortly," she said, and closed the door behind her, and it was a final closing of the door to a "quickie" even!

I hadn't been there long when P. H. literally burst into the room, a radiant smile on her face, closing the door behind her. It seemed only natural to take her into my arms, and I did. Our lips met and she put her arms around me tightly, pulling me hard against her.

"Oh, Mark," she said, "it's such an awful day, but I'm so glad to see you!"

"I called last night...."

"I know. At least I figured it was you who wouldn't leave a message. Oh, darling, if you hadn't hung up so soon, if you had told the operator who you were, she had a message for you to meet me later."

"Fine time to tell me!" I laughed; then I pushed her gently away. "Look, if we aren't going to have time to do anything; then I want to talk to you about something."

"Be a good boy, be good to me, Mark, and let me mix it up. Okay?"

"Meaning?"

"Sit down, my love, and talk to me as you wish!"

I sat down, not knowing what to expect, but it didn't take long for me to find out what she had in mind. She went to her knees between my legs, reached out and rubbed me to a hard-on as she looked into my eyes with a smile. "Tell me what you wanted to talk about, my love," she said, opening my zipper and hauling my rigid whang out, leaning over to kiss the head as a sort of greeting. She wrapped her fingers around it and looked up at me, a smile of pure pleasure on her face, a glowing in her eyes.

I told her briefly what had happened the night before, the scene with Laurie and Lance. There wasn't time, nor did there seem to be the necessity to give her details as I had of earlier activities. "So forget about our screwing," I concluded, "Just tell me what you really think is wrong and what I should do!"

"I told you I'm no psychiatrist," she answered honestly and seriously, "but it seems pretty obvious to me. You tried to assume your obligation, to be a good husband, but you're simply not the one-woman land of man. And little wonder," she half laughed, squeezing my hot cock, stroking it fondly a couple of times. Then she was serious again. "Maybe you're right Maybe you never did love her, or maybe you've lost that love ... but at least you can get along with her. Why not just accept it, Mark? I'd be willing to bet that if you let yourself go, with no feelings of guilt, if you just ... well, flew high, I guess is a good enough expression ... maybe in a little while you could go back and complete the act with her. It's ... I think you have a psychological block. When you start to do it to her, your subconscious tells you that she's kept you from doing what you really want to do."

I nodded my head. It made sense. Then I looked down at her and smiled. "Is that the doctor's orders?"

She leaned over and pressed her cheek against my whang, pressing it hard against my leg. "Yes, that's doctor's orders, especially if you fly high up into a certain high-rise apartment!"

She turned her head and ran her lips up and down my shaft; she let it go free, then put her mouth over it and slid her lips down it. She moved them up and down a couple of times, then pulled them away and got to her feet

"Jesus," I spit out, "you're not going to leave me like this, are you?"

"Duty calls, my love. Can you wait, or do you want to meet me at the apartment as soon as I can get away?"

I shook my head. Man she was too much! Then the old slot machine reels seemed to work in my head again, clicked into place, and I said, I'll meet you at the apartment. But let me ask you. That fella I told you about, the one I took home last night, he's in the car. Want me to bring him along?"

Her eyes changed almost imperceptibly, widening for a moment, then she said, "That ... that could prove rather interesting! If you don't mind."

I laughed again. "Fun for all and all for fun, baby!"

"Good. Six-thirty?"

"We'll be there with balls on!"

She laughed and left the room.

Lance's eyes almost bugged out as we walked into the lobby of the high-rise; having been there before, I could walk with more self-assurance. I walked right up to the uniformed man near the elevators and nodded. "Dr. Moulter."

He didn't use the telephone. He merely nodded back and pressed the button, opening the door. Moulter had obviously given instructions on her way through-which meant, of course, that she had already gotten home. If he thought anything about two young men who weren't very fancily dressed, he didn't let on.

"See!" I said as the door to her apartment opened and she stood framed in it, "didn't I tell you she was beautiful?" She was. Again the doctor was all gone, there was nothing but lovely, beautiful woman, blonde hair fluffed out, bare throat showing above a light blue housecoat that showed every luscious line and curve of her body. "P. H.-that stands for "Prick Hardener'-this's Lance Morrow."

"Lance," she said in a sort of sultry voice, sticking out a hand for him. He gulped and took it, in too much of a state to even answer, then almost tripped over his own feet following us into the apartment. Seeing it, a low whistle escaped from between his lips. I'll fix us a drink," P. H. said.

"Good! While you're doing that, we'll just shuck off and get comfortable," I answered, sitting down and starting to take my shoes off. I looked up at Lance, saw his hard-on already starting, and winked. "Get with it, boy!"

When she came back with three glasses and a decanter on a tray she found two naked studs sprawled in comfortable chairs-and two hard cocks standing at attention. Her eyes brightened and her mouth formed into an admiring O; she almost missed the coffee table as she lowered the tray to it. "Join us, baby. You look awfully overdressed!"

She laughed softly, but she didn't hesitate. Untying the belt, undoing the zipper, she stepped out of and let the robe fall into a puddle at her feet. Lance looked at her with open-mouthed admiration, his cock quivering. I had told him that she was a little older and well built, but I hadn't gone into detail; now he could see for himself that she had a luscious set of tongue-lickin' good knockers, beautiful curves and mounds, and the piece de resistance between her legs as inviting as a guy could want.

"Oh, dear," she said, standing near the coffee table after she had handed us our drinks and taken hers, "what do I do?"

"You be good to old friends first," I answered, knowing full well what she meant. She laughed and came over to me. Lowering herself onto my lap, I felt her tit hot against my chest, her firm leg pushing my prick down. I squirmed a little and it raised up between her legs; she clasped them together around it, the shaft barely touching her sweet mound. "How do you like Lance's cock, P. H.? It's slightly over average, too, y'know!"

"Slightly over! It's lovely."

"Good balls, too, huh? Lance, stand up so she can get a better view of what's to come!"

Lance gulped again, but he pushed himself to his feet. His hard-on, good and thick, stuck up against his belly; his balls hung down like a bull's. His body was young, almost hairless and firm. "Lovely," P. H. said admiringly.

"Now, how you gonna choose between us?"

"Choose between you! I thought ... I thought...!"

I laughed and squeezed her. "Honey, you thought right. You're gonna get cock from all directions t'night!"

We finished our drinks and headed for the bedroom. She threw the spread and blankets back, leaving only the scented sheets, and crawled up on it. Lance and I crawled up on either side of her, and the ball game was on! We were feeling and groping, kissing (hell, I think we even kissed each other a couple of times), changing positions every once in awhile. P. H. was having the time of her life, squirming around, grabbing cock, taking whichever tongue happened to be working into her mouth, getting herself royally manhandled. It got pretty high pressure, and I knew there had to be an end to it-an end to it for the joy of it, then resting up to start all over again!

"Okay, Lance, boy, I'm gonna be nice to you. You get the first shot at that pussy, if you think you can handle it!"

I rolled over on my back, pulling P. H. with me, and she got the picture right away. (Maybe she was remembering some of the tales I'd told her, putting them into action!) She got on her knees between my legs, cupped my balls in one hand and grasped my prong in the other. Her hot lips touched the hot head of my cock, then slid over them. Lance, meanwhile, got between her legs; straight up, on his knees, he took his whang in his hand and started running it up and down her cooze, probably clear up to her puckered little asshole. Then he shifted a little, bending over her buttocks, and I could tell that he was starting entry. I could tell from the look on his face when he got it going good, when it was safely in; then as he started his rhythmic motion, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of her fast-learning mouth on my whang. I felt like I was in heaven and I didn't want it to end-as nice as the little blonde had been the night before, this was better! Being naked, stretched out on a comfortable bed, with a truly sharp woman working on it was the greatest! And there was added enjoyment (or excitement) from knowing that at the same time she was getting a hunk of cock shoved at her from the other end.

She did a lot of playing, of mouth loving, working on my balls right along with my cock, but then I knew that things were happening down below because she took my cock back into her mouth and started working on it with full intensity. She was sliding her mouth up and down it for all she was worth, and I felt the feeling growing; my hips started moving, pushing my prong up to meet her on-coming mouth, pulling away, pushing up again. The intensity increased, then as I heard Lance gasp out his, "Oh, fuck!" I thrust up and felt the gism shooting out with head-splitting sensations. Lance was humping her like a jack rabbit. She was swallowing my load as it spurted out, her own body quivering. Then he fell forward, grabbed onto her and rolled over onto his side. He was a cocksman from way back; he quivered his thick meat into her until the last drop was obviously drained out, then sort of melted. She had hung on, too, and now, breathing hard but with softening meat still in her mouth, she lowered her cheek to my body. Round one was over and we were all down for the count! I was too spent to even fully appreciate the feel of her warm tits against my leg. It seemed like about an hour before I was finally able to say, "What about it, doc? You like these three-ways?"

She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue against the head of my cock. I took that to be an affirmative answer! I reached down and squeezed a tit

"What say we have a drink?"

Lance sprawled on the couch, his buttocks right on the edge, drink in hand. P. H. sat on the floor between his legs, turned slightly so that she could use hand or cheek on his cock, whichever she wanted at the moment. I was on my belly on the floor between her legs, up close enough so that when I wanted to I could lean down and nuzzle her pussy, tongue it if I wanted. It was a relaxing period, but none of us could completely relax. I guess it could more rightly have been called a period of half-suspended animation while the beautifully designed (and thank god for it) machinery inside our bodies built up another load. It was a good time, though; I think that we all were simmering from the feeling of orgasm, but at the same time thinking ahead to the next session. Maybe they were wondering what it would be, but I had already decided. After all, I was the teacher, P. H. my student, and Lance a buddy I'd brought along to share the pleasures!

When I felt enough life back in my body I set my glass aside. I slid a hand under each of P.H.'s legs and pushed them up, spreading them slightly. That way I could really go head first into pussyland, and I really got it. I opened my mouth completely over it, running my tongue around through her pubic hair, nibbled at it enough to tease, then started lapping. I ran my tongue from deep between her legs clear along that nice crevice, retreated and did it again; I straightened out my tongue and sent it into her. She wriggled, loving it, and that only gave me added incentive. I used my tongue like it's supposed to be used, and before long she was moving her entire midriff. But she hadn't been idle; she had apparently gotten busy on Lance's shaft, and now he turned around, swinging a leg over her as he got to his knees. She was sucking cock and getting eaten and liking it. Now, both of them stirred up again, I was ready to go!

She had liked the tittie fucking. Well, I was going to show her a new technique! I was going to show how I could fuck her, and in doing it make a cock between her tits come to a climax! The no strain, no energy wasted routine for them! I got Lance spread out on his back on the floor, got her up on him with his turgid cock between her tits (with her, of course, pulling them tight together as she had for me); then I got between her legs. I grabbed a hip in each hand and pulled up-not so she was clear up on her knees, but just up enough that I could slide my whang between her legs, get it buried between her lips and then drive it the rest of the way in. I felt her hot flesh fold over it, take it all-well, as much of it as she could before my belly hit her nice little ass!-then I started giving it to her. I took long, lusty thrusts, sending it as deep as I could get it, withdrawing until just the head was left in, thrusting it in again. I kept pumping, and each drive sent her upper body up a little over him, each withdrawal let her withdraw. It felt good for me and I was just about ready to ask Lance how it felt to him when his hands told me; they came down and landed on my shoulders, and with each of my thrusts his fingers dug into me. I knew that meant that her hot, firm, prick squeezing titties were giving him the kind of sensation I had anticipated; the kind of sensation that her lovely cunt was giving my tool. It enthused me, I fucked with more determination, and in a matter of moments we were all grunting and groaning; then Lance let out his usual just-before shooting, "Oh, fuck!" I drove my cock as deep in her as I could get, and her throbbing pussy gladly accepted it. I felt her shooting; and then I felt myself shooting, and the quivering under us left no doubt that Lance was shooting off from between her tits, splattering his own stomach with gobs of sticky come. The three of us shuddered with orgasm; then I fell against her, pressing her harder against him. It had been great. It really had been greatl We didn't unfold from that one for quite awhile!

Finally P. H., with the new-found freedom and sense of humor that was endearing her to me, said, "You know what's better than a nice hunk of meat? Two nice hunks of meat?"

Lance and I both chuckled, too tired to laugh outright. Well, not tired ... too contented. I'd have been willing to bet that the hottest number in town (if there were any hotter than P. H. at the moment) could have swung on either one of our whangs and not gotten it the least bit hard. A hundred luscious babes with big tits and pulsating pussies could have walked through and our peters would have stayed like they were-flopped down from total exhaustion. But we weren't dead; we were only recuperating again!

We ended up lying in a row, P.H. in the middle with Lance on one side and me on the other, our legs over hers, our limp cocks lying on her belly.

"To think," she said almost wistfully, "that I denied all this before. Oh, Mark, you have no idea how thankful I am that you came along!"

I reached down and rubbed her pussy. "Thank my goddamned temper mental cock, honey! If I could still screw my wife I never would have gotten there!"

She reached for my cock, squeezed it. "Thank you, tempera mental cock!" she said, and we all giggled.

"What're we goin' to do next, Lance?" I asked. "You got any good ideas?"

"Well, now, let's see! How about if...." He didn't get to finish it. The telephone rang. P. H. tensed a moment. It rang a second time. She seemed to be struggling with herself-you could feel it in her body-then she said, "Damn!" She pushed herself up, shaking her head. She pushed herself gracefully to her feet, walked across and picked up the phone. In that professional voice that I could remember well, she said, "Dr. Moulter." She listened, then showing no emotion in her voice, she said, "All right, I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up and looked down at us. Her face hardened for a moment. "Fuckin' goddamned bitch!" she suddenly spit out. "Why did she have to go into labor at a time like this?"

But she was a doctor first and a woman second. She went out of the room, and a few moments later we heard the shower going. Lance rolled toward me.

"Hell," he said, "it looks like the fun's over with."

"Yeah, it looks that way. At least here." I rolled over and pushed myself up. "Well, guess we might as well get dressed. Unless, of course, you might want to roll over on your belly."

He laughed, assuming that I was joking, and pushed himself up. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure whether I was joking or not; but when he started to dress, I did.

P. H. came out, dressed in a simple skirt and sweater, low-heeled shoes. I could imagine her slipping into a lab coat and becoming an efficient doctor again. Jesus, she was like a chameleon, changing so quickly you almost couldn't see the change. She took Lance's hand-didn't ask for it, but took it-and looked into his eyes. "It was nice, Lance. I hope that we meet again ... soon."

She dropped his hand and turned to me. Her eyes seemed deep, there was a hint of a smile at her hp corners. "Mark, you'll call me tomorrow, won't you? And in the interim....well, remember the doctor's orders!"

I took her in my arms, crushing my lips against hers as I pressed our bodies together, and I had the feeling that this might be the last time I'd be holding her. After all, when a man needed variety ...!

We went down in the elevator together, down to the lower level. The door slid open and she stepped out. She looked back for a moment, into each set of eyes, down to each crotch, then the doors closed between us. It seemed an appropriate ending, because in that last look there was a moment of promise ... and even if promises don't come true, they are based on what was and can lay a groundwork for what will be. I might never see P. H. Moulter again, but I had turned her from the living dead to the living; I had opened a door for her. And she had helped me. She had given me an understanding of myself. We might go fucking our way merrily along separately, but in a way there would always be part of her in me and vice versa.

"What did she mean about 'doctor's orders'?" Lance asked as the elevator moved back up to the main floor and the lobby.

I'll tell you later," I answered, because I didn't feel like going into a lengthy explanation just them.

As we walked down the sidewalk toward the car, Moulter's snazzy little sports car came zooming up out of the basement garage, hesitated a moment and then fairly lunged into traffic. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw her blow me a kiss as she turned the wheel to get into traffic.

I mentally blew one back to her.

"What now?" Lance asked.

I stood on the sidewalk and looked at the city, as much of it as I could see. For the last six years it had been just that, a city, but now I was seeing it as I had as a teen-ager. It was a jungle, and in that jungle there was an animal called "poontang," just waiting for the hunter to find it! For the last six years this hunter had been caught in a trap, but he was free again and ready to hunt.

I put my hand on Lance's arm. Tell you what I'm gonna do! I got to go home and tell my wife what the doctor said, what the doctor's orders were; then I'm going out and obey those orders."

He didn't know what I meant, but it didn't make any difference. The important thing was that I make Laurie understand. Not only understand but accept Heading back for the apartment I started forming the words. I'm not a dog on a leash, sweetie, you can't keep me pulled in. You've got to give me freedom. Do your own thing, but don't try to keep me from doing mine. But you know, maybe if you'd try...."

Maybe if she'd try, Laurie could learn how to swing, too, but if she didn't ... well, the doc had made me face the truth. I was a swinger. I had to be. Jesus, when a guy can't even get an erection he might just as well be dead!

I looked down the street in the direction the little sports car had gone. I smiled.

"Thanks, doc," I said silently. "Thanks for bringing me back to life!"