Chapter 2
"There they go again, Melvin," Ariadne Campbell called to .her husband as she peered around the bedroom drape and stared across their lawn at the Baker house.
Mel Campbell hurried to the gap at the opposite side of the drape. He could look directly down from their bedroom into the first floor den library. Sixty years had done little to dull his vision at sixty yards.
"Glad to see they're compatible again," he smirked as he strained to make out the two cuddling on the daybed in the book-shelved den. "Just can't get enough, can he?"
Fortunately for the eager voyeurs, Trudy al-ways set the atmosphere in the same fashion. Candlelight was a favorite for the Bakers and this was a break for the peeping neighbors who thought they were voyeuring unnoticed from be-hind the drapes.
On the paneled wall above a daybed, two candelabras were mounted and as Jack poured martinis and cubed the cheese, Trudy lit the eight tapers. Jack had picked the wrought-iron candela-bras in tribute to the remembered madness in this den when he took her eight times during the first evening they had become aware of neighbors watching. Like votive candles now, the lights gave just enough illumination to afford the Campbells a splendid view of the action.
"You'd think she'd have the modesty to draw the curtains!" Ariadne complained as she glued her eye to the crack between drape and window frame.
"Least they got over what had 'em separated." Mel chortled as Jack's arm circled Trudy's back and cupped round her side. He watched fingers caressing a ripe breast move to strum the taut center. "He'll have her out of that in jig time."
"It's disgusting!" sniffed Ariadne, nevertheless remaining at her post.
The Campbells had followed the sex life next door eagerly for more than a year. Ever since Mel first discovered he could see directly into the Baker master bedroom from their own and even-more easily into the den below. Most of the action took place in one of those two rooms and the Bakers seemed oblivious as they enjoyed each other in bizarre ways. Jack himself usually structured the pre-dinner show, as eager to show Trudy what cock prowess he had as Trudy was to exhibit her welcome of his almost grotesque oversize.
It drove Melvin Campbell up a wall to watch their play. If Trudy's disrobing of her husband didn't drive him to full hard, her sizzling nudity in action did. This day he was erect even before they'd begun.
Jack gloried in his wife's beautiful body and step by step in their ritual martini seduction he stripped her as she undressed him. At the end of each martini one more item of clothing was re-moved from the body of the other. The golden perfection of Trudy's satin flesh and the lighter gold of her hair glowed in the candlelight as Jack peeled her things. It made her frenzy for her husband easy to follow, once the neighbors' eyes accustomed to the shadows of the den.
Depending 'on what Trudy wore for the cock-tail hour, Jack usually averaged three to four olives before all clothing was gone, martinis forgot-ten and the two were naked and locked in coital madness. Today, with Trudy still in her hygienist's garb, Mel guessed three drinks would do it . . . the white nylon uniform, panties, bra. Even with the distance separating them, the Campbell's could see Trudy was distraught with wanting.
"Jack Baker, if you don't take me in the next five minutes, I'm going out and attack the first man I meet on the street!" she exclaimed.
Staring at the fabulous lines of her superb guilt for his play behind her back. He had no doubt of her fidelity and knew she would be crushed if she discovered how far his office play really had gone. The guilt made him lustier at home, and he reasoned by some curious rationale that that was good. His broadened sex life with Kim and Nomi only generated more heat for Trudy. He almost believed himself.
It tweaked him from out of nowhere. Precisely the same reaction might be making Trudy all that hot for sex. Could she be playing around? No way, reason insisted. At the office three days a week and busy at home alone two. No chance for hanky-panic. Renovation and redecoration planning of the old mansion ate up her two days at home. At the office, what was there? A stream of adolescent kids, mostly. Some older young adults, but he'd seen Trudy at the Cavitron and at her cleaning and scaling routines. She was an all business gal.
As if she'd read his thoughts, Trudy's mood changed from temptress to penitent. "Jack, do you ever get bothered? I mean, really bothered at the office?"
When she saw his face stiffen, she knew he was braced for accusations about toying with his assistants. She hurried on, "I mean, by any of your patients?"
"Gal, you know me, old super-stud. Anything in a bra turns me on. But not the patient. All I see is a set of dentures needing help and any other anatomical parts connected are purely coincidental." He stroked her bare thigh, then let his hand drift higher to the edge of her panties. "Why'd you ask? Suspicious?"
It was Trudy's hand on his jockeys that tugged first, spilling his rampant erection into view. She stripped the underpants off his body and simultaneously he dragged the panties from her hips.
"Gawd, that's beautiful!" Mel Campbell fingered his erection through his trousers, angling his heavy frame so that Ariadne wouldn't see his finger play. "Look at 'em, Arey . . . naked as two jaybirds ! " His laugh was brittle and he tensed to the inflaming wantonness of his dream girl. Sprawled gloriously nude halfway across her husband's naked middle, Trudy was toying feverishly with his genitals. She seemed to be trying to jam Jack's hard-on and testicles into the cleavage of her breasts.
Ariadne turned stiffly from the window and stalked with all her fifty-nine years of weight and frustration toward their TV room. "Come, Melvin. It's time for Reasoner and Smith."
"Few seconds," he muttered. "Want to see what's up." He massaged an anguished cock jammed in a rigid diagonal across his baggy slacks.
There was one instant of wriggling resistance from Trudy as Jack pulled her away from her preoccupation with trying to hide his cock and balls in the succulent valley of her boobs. Ignoring her happy squeals of pretend protest, Jack twisted her over onto her back, dragging her up-per torso across his lap to give him free play with her deliciously curvaceous front.
It was a sight the voyeuring sixty-year-old next door never had dared hope to see in his many times of ogling Trudy in the extremities of her sexual desire. Always before she had been wrapped with Jack in a coital ball of struggling male and female flesh. Wonderful, maddening, to the point where the virile, still youthful Campbell had often masturbated in a hideaway viewing point as he concealed himself from the omnipresent Ariadne.
Now before his eyes Trudy Baker was spread-eagled, arms dragged high above her head, hair spilled in disarray across her shoulders, explosively thrusting breasts leaping from her front, hips wildly rolling as Jack's demanding fingers pried her thighs apart. There on full display to entranced Mel Campbell was Trudy, on fire for cock and not yet getting it. Her glorious flesh glowed in the soft light as her deliriously contorted body agonized in desire-run-wild.
As inflamed as she was, the movement of the drape in the Campbell's bedroom caught Trudy's eye. "Jack, we're being watched!" she gasped as if it were the first time she'd ever noticed.
"You know it, doll!" chortled Jack, twisting her still more dramatically to give the audience full frontal view of her dizzying contouring as he prepared to give them a bonus treat. Trudy in solo orgasm.
"Juh, Jack! It's Mister Campbell.. .he's alone . . . cuh, can see his head . . . he can see all of me and . . . ohhhh, Jack!" What Trudy found weirdly exhilarating was the sudden certainty of audience. Before she had been fairly sure, but never certain. But there, glowing from some reflected light behind him, was Melvin Campbell's bald pate. It was almost a relief to be open after the secretive play in her office.
Jack bent her far back across his front, dragging her partly across his knees. His fingers were ten strumming, dancing, torturing devils, inflaming her breasts and nipples and pubic mound and finally spearing into her pussy cleft. He was finger fucking her before the whole wide world and she loved it.
"Jack! I'm coming, coming!" Her eyes stayed wide open through the whole of her masturbated climax, staring across at the visibly thrilled face at the window.
"Melvin, whatever. are you doing?" Ariadne turned slightly in her lounger and looked just in time to catch sight of her husband's busy arm, pumping the thickened penis he had dragged through the fly of his pants. Quietly she turned back to the TV, telling herself she was relieved the silly old man took care of himself without bothering her any more for such nonsensical needs.
"They're going to see you looking," she shouted, just to spoil his moment of fleeting ecstasy.
"No chance." Mel choked the breathless reply half under his breath. His ejaculation had soaked a corner of the drape but he didn't care. He wished it would fly across the yard separating them and splash that inflamingly gorgeous girl all. over her sizzling body. His eyes bulging with excitement never left the scene as he dragged a handkerchief from his. pocket, wiped first the leftover semen drooling at his cock tip, then mopped the sweat from his glistening bald pate.
It was too much. Jack had given her no breathing time at all when she crested, but slid her down across his legs, then split her thighs to either side of his hips. Her darling cunt center was totally vulnerable to his invasion and he wasted no time. His cock stroked through the hot and clasping pussy flesh, crushing past her clit, sending wild signals all through Trudy that her second orgasm was closing in with swamp-fire quickness.
She never failed to hit first climax as he crammed his huge prick through the stretched labia, but it was only the appetizer to her real rapture. The second time around was her wildest spunking. Jack's erection always seemed bigger, after he'd gotten off his first load, and this time Trudy knew his tactic would be to stuff every grabbing, convulsing inch of her vagina before he let his semen fly.
A strange exultation trembled, through her frame, knowing that Melvin Campbell was seeing her take another man's cock. Mr. Campbell might be a peeper, but he was a very nice gentleman with an awful wife. If it gave him some joy to watch, that was good. It was ridiculous, she knew, to think a man his age might be frigging himself with excitement over her coitus. But she hoped so. She threw her arms wide to both sides to give the dear man a good show of her explosively heaving boobies leaping and bouncing to her passion.
"I think it's revolting," snorted Ariadne, sagging deeper in her lounger and watching without seeing as the Lawrence Welk show came on the tube. "Melvin, come see this. Your secret love, the champagne lady, is going to sing now."
"Yeah . . . in a minute." Campbell tossed a nervous glance over his shoulder toward his wife, wondering if he could get away with a second masturbation. The fiery action had peaked and quieted for a few moments across the way, but inside Mel's lusty libido it was turned on again in total disregard for his sixty years.
Ariadne could stand it no longer and lumbered over to the opposite side of their bedroom window just as the scene in--the den changed. Trudy was on her knees, bent across the prostrate form of her man. Jack, lying on his back, squirmed restlessly as she kneaded her fingers through the dark nest of his pubic hair. She knew the tantalize game as thoroughly as he and for torturing seconds let her fingertips move lightly along the inner muscles of his thighs while she pressed warm, lingering kisses all around the barrel of his soaring cock.
Ever so carefully she hefted his testicles into view, weighing them in the palm of her hand, nuzzling through their curious furrows, then tonguing impudently against the soft fullness.
At last she puckered rich carmine lips to the darkly swollen glans and in a munching, pulling frenzy, chewed all around the protruding ledge of the cap. Thrashing to the wildness of her thirsty prowling, Jack's fists drove under his tail to force his erection at her puckered lips. Saliva drooled freely and Trudy traveled the prick with noisy slurping sounds, pausing to spear the eyelet at the tip with a saucy tongue. Then, ignoring the hypersensitive knob, she licked thirstily up and down the sides of the enormous cock barrel.
"Trudy, damn it, woman, SUCK! Suck me now!"
She grabbed his erection and held it away from her face, studying her husband's penis as though seeing it for the first time. Then, teasing mischief driving her to it, she wig-waggled the erection at Melvin Campbell who was staring toward his window for a brief instant. "Jack, I could come just looking at it!"
The front of her lower body ground against the deep pile carpet as she spread-eagled herself at his side. Bending across his thigh, she toyed the throbbing organ against her lower lip.
"I'm going to eat the nicest meat in the whole wide world," she whispered passionately. "Jackie, it's all the food I'll ever need."
"Goddamn it, Trudy, do it!"
Next door the Campbells watched her take not only the gleaming cap but inch after inch of throbbing phallus. An uncontrollable cry of sheer envy burst from Mel's mouth as he saw the girl's cheeks begin to contract and pull in the rhythm of the suck-off.
For a stunned moment, Ariadne stared in hypnotic trance at the sight of Trudy's artistry in fellatio. "Melvin, I never have seen anything more sickening!" she exclaimed when words finally came. "That young vixen is actually per-forming an unnatural act on that man!"
"Beautiful!" groaned Campbell. "Must have it right into her throat!"
In spite of his sixty years, Mel's penis was al-ready boasting fresh and total erection. But now, not giving a damn as runaway yearning grabbed him, he thumbed it through his opened fly and flagged it brazenly at the window. "Nothin' wrong with what that woman is doing, Arey!" He hoped Trudy's eyes might just by chance glimpse the stiff white bar of his prick jutting from his black slacks. "Like they say, you only go around once. I'd been lots happier if you'd been unnatural with ma when you had the chance!"
She snorted in total disgust and turned contemptuously from her astonishment at his bold exposure of himself. "You should be ashamed! You're acting like an adolescent boy. It's your second time tonight. Think I didn't see that other?"
Her neck flushed red with anger at his brazen masturbation in her presence. A man nearly ready to draw his Social Security benefits! She knew she ought to show him her revulsion and leave, but Ariadne glued her eye to the window to watch the madness of the layers.
Seconds later Jack was spunking wildly to the passionate siphoning of his wife. As he ejaculated, letting his semen race uncontrolled into her mouth, he was a man possessed. Seizing her hair, he tried to urge her to take more of his discharging cock. Blonde hair bouncing, she sucked ecstatically through the full violence of his rapture. While his tail humped in crazed staccato leaps, she ground her mons viciously against the deep pile, feeling the spontaneous charge of climax take her.
"Harrumpppphhh!" Ariadne swung from the drape and looked over at her husband as she stormed from the window. "That's perverted!" she exclaimed. "Perverted and disgusting!"
"What's so disgusting? You said that twice!" A flushed face was the only sign that Campbell had gotten it off successfully when he walked into the living room a few minutes later. He dropped into his barcalounger. "Kind of hypocritical for you to talk that way, watching like you do!"
"You'll see what I mean." She stared at the lean features of the older male singer of the Welk show. Melvin had that same kind of hungry look, but she was sure the cause was day and night different. Her husband was a freak about sex. "I guess you don't know what's going on during the daytime when darling Jack is away from home."
"Nothing is going on. You know it. She works at the dental office with him."
"Three days a week!" exclaimed a triumphant Ariadne. "She's alone two or three days over there and you saw that procession of men as well as I did last two weeks. That's probably why there's been no time for her husband till now."
Exasperation exploded angrily from an out-raged Campbell. "Whaattt the peapickin' hell are you talkin' about? That young lady is a fine dedicated wife and professional dental hygienist. You know as well as I that she's getting estimates for restoring that old house from those so-called suspicious men you see going into their place."
"Long hairs." Ariadne clucked condescendingly and let the silence reflect ten seconds of disrespect for Mel's opinion. "You can believe that if you want, but any one who will let herself be mauled like I just saw . . . Any woman who will treat a man's genitals like a lollypop is not to be trusted."
"Arey, you make up more rotten talk than your whole goddamned bridge club put together. That girl is a lovely, healthy female who wants to use her body the way the good Lord meant it to be used. So don't get pious with your perversion talk. You don't even know how it's pronounced." He slumped into the barcalounger and glowered at the Welk dance team on his TV screen. The girl dancing didn't have Trudy's boobs, but she had her hair and her tail, and the legs looked a little like those he'd just been staring at across the way.
In quiet aftermath Trudy was cuddled in the embrace of a spent Jack Baker. His play at the office and the fervor of his wife's seduction had exhausted him and he lay collapsed, feeling her spasms slow, then disappear. From where he lay he could see the audience was gone from the Campbell bedroom window and he nudged a silent Trudy to see if she had noticed. "Penny for your thoughts," he murmured.
"Been thinking about the office," she whispered. "I don't think I like how far some things go down there."
Here it comes, thought Jack. Get the man softened up with sex, then sock it to him. "Yeah, think I know what you mean. You're talkin' about my kidding around with Nomi the way I was this afternoon, aren't you? You're right, doll. I know we've got this agreement between us about tease and squeeze and horsin' around with the girls. But I went too far, I'm sorry."
His eyes were sad and direct as they probed deeply into hers, and Trudy shivered at the way he always seemed to anticipate her complaint. This time she wouldn't be anticipated. "I wasn't talking about that, Jack. Though I thought you were pretty gross to look guilty about it when I walked in. If it's all so up and up between you and your girls Friday, then don't be so embarrassed."
"Yeah . . . well--"
"Actually, it was me I was thinking about." She took a deep breath and went on. "I know we agreed that a dental clinic could be a happier place if we made it sexy. I still agree. I think cute minis on the females and a kind of sexy attitude is fine. Keeps patients' minds on happy thoughts. But something bad happened to me today."
"Such as?"
Trudy stretched to peck him lightly on the lips before continuing. "One of my boy patients got excited over me."
"You mean . . . " Jack shifted to an elbow and stared into her face. "He got it up while he was in the chair?"
She nodded, debating whether to go farther.
"Be damned if it isn't about time!" Jack chuckled happily and Trudy stared in confusion. "You gotta have been a teen-age boy to under-stand. Here's this fabulous stack job bending over your bod. She's staring into your mouth. If you're any kind of normal kid at all, you're gonna climb a wall. So, what'd you expect? Only to have an admiring audience through your dental career and never have someone get turned on?"
Her shudder traveled from her body to his and he saw moisture at the corner of her eye. "It . . . it wasn't so much that I was surprised that Jimmy was aroused. I guess I always expected, sometime or other, one of my male patients would get excited, but . . . " Trudy's voice trailed off to nothingness.
"But--what you didn't figure," Jack supplied, laying an arm across her hip and fingering the curve of her mons, ". . . you didn't expect you'd get excited yourself over some other guy than your husband getting hot over you, right?"
"I guess so. Maybe it's because we've . . . well, we haven't been very intimate for almost a month and I--"
"You got horny!" Jack pursued his advantage. Anything to stop a return to the behavior she'd seen in him with Nomi. "So, it's natural. And it's going to happen again. A bunch of times. You're just finding out why we pipe that soothing music through the place. Kids may dig big beat and electronic guitar outside, but when they're with us they get a little brainwashing with sharp, sexy clothes and smooth music and seein' a little action from their seniors. Meanin' us, baby. It's good, too. Makes what we're doing more than just re-pairing and cleaning teeth. We're giving them an attitude toward their future life."
Trudy wanted to slap his face in frustration. He was so glib and so slick with words! He thought he could justify just any kind of conduct. Time to slap him down. She looked at him angrily. "I'm not talking about that, Jack! I'm talking about what my feelings were this after-noon. I don't care about their attitudes or their future life. I was so bothered by that erect penis I wanted to touch it."
She knew she'd never forget his delighted guffaw as he pushed rudely from their embrace and staggered over to the wall bar. "So, why didn't you?" He tilted the pitcher to drain the last of the martini into his glass. "Hell, that's a dumb-ass thing for me to say. Sorry. So, thanks for being the faithful wife and all that. But you gotta expect some psyched-up males to show it when you're built like a million bucks."
Somehow the whole discussion had collapsed. He had faked her out of the chance to say what she really had on her mind. To start some honest communication about sex between them. Trudy suppressed the urge to flounce from the room, unable to ignore the gnawing certainty that her husband wanted her confused about her own sexual feelings.
For the first time she thought she really saw Jack as he was. A bastard. Her man wasn't only insensitive to her feelings about their marriage vows to each other. He was trying to confuse her for his turn-off times. Like the one he'd just put her through. She was suddenly suspicious. If he could roll the suggestion off the tip of his tongue that she go ahead and play with hot-blooded young adolescents, maybe he was already doing the same. Doing the same with selected female patients. For certain--well, almost certain--doing lots more with Nomi and Kim than sophomoric patting and cutesy pie hugs like the one she'd caught him in earlier this very day.
"Come see where I want to begin the renovation," she said, changing the subject impulsively. Jumping to her feet, she tugged his arm to follow her.
"You mean those dudes who've been hard selling doin' the old homestead over, finally talked you into it?" He loafed up the worn stairs to their bedroom, watching her super rear view as she moved ahead of him. From any angle Trudy in the nude was a bedazzling voluptuary. She paused at the rustic ancient overhang that divided the upstairs hall.
"Right here is where I'd like, to start. Build out two huge dormer windows, refinish the floors . . . see, Jack, they're sugar maple and just beautiful!"
"Baby, you're sugar and beautiful, if you want to know." He stood by her shoulder and his prick was a pendulous coil starting to bend away from his crotch in anticipation of more play. "So, you mean those days you're home you want to get a bunch of guys in this house behind my back."
"Jack, that's cruel!" She stalked angrily from him into their bedroom to find cover for her nudity. He'd taken one nasty dig too many and now what used to feel so natural between them, to go around undressed or in the scantiest garb, now felt simply naked and dirty. "I wish I .didn't keep feeling you were trying to set me up for some-thing you want me to do!" she stormed. When she emerged from the bathroom, housecoat-clad, she was still annoyed.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry," he apologized. The words bounced emptily off her already preoccupied mind.
Trudy Baker had decided. If Jack wanted to play it his way, she'd play it hers and do what-ever came naturally.
Another mind was moving toward decision in the house across the way. For wrathful seconds after Ariadne's snide suggestions about Trudy, Mel Campbell glared at gray-haired obesity sitting majestically in her lounger, staring at Welk. He debated reopening the argument, then realizing the futility, left the room. In the kitchen he peeled the flip top from a Michelob and for long minutes stood staring from the window at his manicured lawn. Early retirement and a bitch like Arey in the house made lawn manicuring a must for survival.
It was just like this woman to foul up the little entertainment life provided him with these days. She'd say some of these things to her bridge girls or her coffee klatch. Sooner or later the harmless little sex show would be gone. He could imagine drapes drawn in the Baker's den and bedroom windows. That would be hell!
Beer finished, Mel went directly down the cellar stairs to his little darkroom off his power tool room. Photography was his favorite hobby after woodworking and lawn care. The most sophisticated gear lot--the most impossible shots. Nikons with assorted zoom lenses, filters and everything needed to catch an unwary subject.
He pulled the drawer marked "sensitized paper--do not open!" and extracted a packet of enlargements. One by one he drew out the very can-did shots he'd taken that lucky afternoon when he'd seen Trudy sunbathing on the little flat strip of roof between garage and house.
There in that sheltered alcove she thought hid-den from neighbors' eyes, she'd stretched out on a towel. After half an hour of sunning, she'd re-moved first her halter, and then the panties. Naked to his distant camera. Never knowing.
He'd caught marvelous shots from the ventilator louver at the far corner of his attic. The enlargements were out of this world. Pinpointed blow-ups of her body at every crazing point, finished in his darkroom with no one in this world--least of all bitch Ariadne--to know.
Trudy's fabulous breasts seemed to leap from the glossy eight-by-ten and he moistened his lips, wanting to lick. Both nipples on the girl stayed taut and hard the whole half-hour he was photo-graphing her that day. He gawked at one perfect shot he'd caught the moment her thighs had opened. Less than a second to catch the picture of--her most intimate self. And he had!
His telescopic lens had caught the dark line of her cunt cleft. The. enlargement had given him exactly what Jack--maybe others--saw at the instant she was giving herself in intercourse. Ariadne's suggestion stormed viciously at Mel: Maybe there were others who got to her.
She was fantastically highly sexed and maybe Arey wasn't off base when she hinted hanky-panic was what was happening in concealed parts of the house on the days when Trudy was home alone. He'd have to figure a way to find out. If there was halfway truth to it, he'd take it from there for himself.
He gaped at the best of all the enlargements which brought her pudendum almost to life size. Labial lips slightly parted confirmed the certainty that even when she was only sunbathing, luscious Trudy was ready for prick.
"What a pussy!" he breathed aloud, fingering a new swelling in his crotch. Mel held the print to the light, and staring closely at the vulva which actually seemed to quiver, he stroked his penis to full hard. That always pleased Campbell. After years of shoving his organ into some of the best cunt in Connecticut in blissful disregard of Ariadne's lifetime of frigidity, he could still get a rail-on looking at such a picture.
But it wasn't just any picture. It was her. This night his thoughts were too busy to let him jack off another time in his desire for Trudy. A plan was beginning to build in his mind for getting into the old house and finding a way to see all. He twisted the lens of his camera and a moment,. later replaced the zoom with a portrait lens of another. With all his sophisticated photo gear, Mel never had been successful in getting-a shot of the love birds in action through the window. If he could get inside, when neither was around, he might be in business on the living scene with his camera.
"Could work," he mused aloud. "Just could get a helluva lot more than pictures, too."