Chapter 8
Mel Campbell was a delighted voyeur. The renovators had uncovered the secret passageways between the walls of Baker mansion and left them as they were for historic curiosity's sake. Undiscovered by Jack was Mel's access to the house through the tunnel from the outside cold cellar.
Trudy knew of the underground passage. Mel had detailed his way in to her home and she loved it. When the inevitable discovery of the passages was imminent, it was Trudy who suggested Mel block up the cellar access way from the tunnel with planking. No one dared to rip out the old logs that would have given away Mel and Trudy's secret. Hand hewn, the logs were historic artifacts.
The renovation of the huge frame house was complete right to the exterior painting in the original pale yellow with jet black shutters. Williamsburg style. The old home had the look from the outside of pre-Revolution. And from the inside where Mel now crouched listening to the action of the modern day Bakers, it had the sound of a very much-in-love husband and wife at play.
It looked like the remembered romps Mel had watched so long from across the Baker lawn. He wondered if his wife were frustrated by the heavy embroidered drapes now closed across den and master bedroom windows. Campbell was sure she was. Ariadne had once pretended disgust, but she had thoroughly enjoyed the exhibitionism of Trudy and Jack as they played with each other in disregard of the neighbors. Now Trudy had had her way and the old home was just as it had been in 1770. Windows draped, house redecorated and refurbished, it appeared as in the days of the colonial Bakers.
To passers-by it looked almost antiseptic, thanks' to the purity of the restoration work. To the one man privy to the goings-on behind the scenes, the antiseptic air was purely illusion. Mel could feel the anticipation of this weekend all through the old house. He had felt it ever since the arrival of the two girls who were Jack's assist-ants at the Baker Clinic.
He knew about Nomi and Kim. In her outrage at her husband, the day of her first intimacy with her neighbor, Trudy had told Mel all about the office games. That was a puzzler. He had entered through the second floor access of the now not-so-secret passage to be with Trudy only two days before. They had talked after they had loved, but she hadn't said a word of weekend guests coming.
Now, crouched in his cleaned-up nest in the passage, inches away from the master bed, Mel watched the mistress of the mansion. Trudy was nude, face down on the satin sheets, and Jack was pumping himself feverishly into her tail cheeks. The sweetly cushioned perfection of her buttocks bounced to the frenzy of her husband's anal assault.
It was an intimacy between Trudy and her neighbor-lover that Mel, had begged for and she had agreed to. The master bed was relocated flush against the wall behind which the passage ran. She knew Mel's fierce frustration at home and it was another special bond between them. It also heightened the intensity of her play in the days since she began allowing Jack's overtures to score, to have Mel only a breath away at times.
He always signalled with one brief ring on the phone when he was coming over to prowl and peek. She would hear it confirmed by the sound of a familiar board in the lower passage creaking his arrival. No risk of Jack's getting suspicious. The old house had a hundred weathered groans. Mel's sound just joined the catalogue of ancient noises.
The unseen visitor watched enviously the animal hunger in Jack's expression as he glutted his passion in Trudy's tail. As the peak neared, Trudy, feeling the pulsing excitement quickened in the man, straight-armed up from the prone position to let Jack play with her breasts as he copulated into her ass. It was the only way she found fun in anal intercourse and sometimes it took her to climax.
Mel gaped, enchanted by the sight of Trudy pressing up from the mattress, staring directly into the crack in the paneling behind which she knew another male was watching. He wore an erection harder and needier than Jack's, but he wasn't risking self-play. The action was too close. He .might be heard if he masturbated, and the whole intimacy he had created with Trudy would be blown.
"Baby . . . baby, oh my God! Yesss!" Humping frenziedly into her buttocks and strumming her sensitized breasts in fuck-happy mania, Jack shot bolt after bolt of warm semen.
Almost instantly he was off the massive bed, heading for the bathroom. No word between them, no interest in whether Trudy was even partly satisfied. Just take it and run, thought Mel, frustrated for her happiness and his own.
"You there?" she asked softly when the bathroom door closed behind Jack.
"Can't you get the sonofabitch out of the room? You've got two hot witches in the guest room. He ought to be able to get it off on them and leave you alone for me."
"I'll tell him," murmured Trudy, her head cupped in the crooking of her elbow, her body still face down as Jack had left her.
"Like to get in on whatever's cookin' around here this weekend," Mel growled softly.
"Shhhh. Maybe you will. I've got an idea we'll put it all together or tear it all apart before Sunday night."
"That long?"
"Do you like anal love, Mel?"
"Not my bag. Always feel like the gal is going to squeeze her tight little sphincter and give me a super vasectomy."
"Good. I don't like it either. We should get married."
"You are, remember?"
"That's what this weekend's going to decide. Whether Jack remembers or whether he wants out for his sexy black and his little Irish witch."
Mel's sniff sounded reproving. "You've certainly been giving him lots of chances alone with 'em. Down at the pool, in the den. You tryin' to see if he's unfaithful? He's not buying . . . least, not at his home."
"I just want to have him show me out in the open what he sneaks at the office."
"Shhhh." Mel's turn to hiss the warning to watch the decibel level of their whispering. "They're watching."
"Whaaat?"
"I saw shadows in the hall. Close your door if you don't want the cuties to watch. Maybe I'll just go entertayyyyy . . . oh, ohhhh." Mel's barely audible murmur faded to silence as the bathroom light went out and the door swung open.
"You hear something?" Jack demanded of Trudy as he tumbled into bed.
"Uhunnnnhh." She stretched sensuously, curling over onto her back and drawing the sheet halfway across her body before his hand stopped her.
"Don't! I have something more interesting for you than sleep."
"Talk, talk," murmured Trudy, feeling the conflict of emotions. Wanting Jack and wanting to make an honest man of him. What that meant was crystal clear to Trudy. The office patty-cake was office orgy, time and again for him. His hypocritical drivel about a sensuous environment making the office less dentist-like was pure cover-up for fun and games. with the girls. Now even the patients! Time to expose the way it really was.
He was good. Such a fantastic lover! His hands were gentle and his lips warm and both were. everywhere on her body. Almost driven from her mind, the other purposes of her welcoming Jack's return for more sex play came seering back with the sound of a squeaking floorboard in the hall.
Writhing and. pretending mounting passion to his cunnilingus, she fondled excitedly at the tumble of sandy hair as he burrowed into her crotch. Pretense converted to the real and she let herself go to the tongue-stirred orgasm. But as passion took command and vision blurred, she saw the crack at the door to their bedroom widen. The girls were voyeuring, just as Mel had said.
She quieted slowly, breasts heaving, legs crossing and uncrossing to the leftover storm of nerve-tingling excitement running through her empty vagina.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, baby doll?" He wriggled up the length of her body and cuddled her in his arms.
"Tell whoever that is at the door to come in." Her hand darted to the switch built into the head-board and flipped on the outer hall light.
"Oh . . . wow!" Kim's pretty face, framed by dark hair, was terrified.
"Come in . . . come in!" Trudy made no move to retrieve her modesty as she intertwined a leg with Jack's and waved to the hail. "It's a big bed. Let's all cuddle."
Behind, in the passageway, a low gasp told Trudy that dear Mel Campbell was about to give birth to a cow.
"I'm suh . . . sorry!" Kim, clad in peek-a-boo shortie gown, was teary-eyed as she crept across the edge of the bed. Blushing furiously, which Trudy found hard to conceive was at the sight of sex, she crouched waiting for an even shyer Nomi to join her.
Nomi's dark face seemed even darker in the soft light from the bed lamp. No reading that face, and Trudy didn't really want to understand it.
"Come cuddle," she repeated. "You by Jack, Nomi. Kim, you by me."
Two stunned, disbelieving dental assistants obeyed like robots. When they heard their boss's wife order them to take off their things, to be naked as she and Jack were, their astonishment turned to shock.
"I don't understand." Kim's voice was tremulous and her pretty eyebrows were arched in bewildered confusion at the strange turn in Trudy's behavior.
"Don't tell me this is the very first time you've been near a husband and wife playing?" Trudy leaned to kiss Jack's cheek as her fingers found the object they'd been prowling for. Under her pillow before Jack had come to bed, she had secreted Janice's dildo.
"Something for everyone!" she exclaimed triumphantly, snatching the fleshy play cock from under cover and waving it before the incredulous audience. "See, I have some very mod ideas about sex, too."
The expressions told her the girls recognized the dildo instantly. No way to measure the confusion she had just added to the thinking of Nomi and Kim.
"Where the hell did you find that?" roared Jack, counting on bluster to carry him through what had all the potential of his own homegrown Watergate.
"It isn't important. What's more important is that somebody better start being on the up and up." Trudy's voice lowered deliberately and she felt the intensity of the stares. "I don't know any female in the world who appreciates being left out."
Double entendre?. Kim knew it was. She remembered Trudy's face at Jack's door. The others hadn't seen. She remembered the sleepless nights she'd had, waiting for Trudy to accuse. It was about to come. Something in Kim wanted to get it over and just as she opened her mouth to say so, Jack acted.
"Hell, call me your male chauvinist pig! But I got something here to put that crazy toy dick to shame. And since my wife invited the company in, I'm going to grab an audience. Girls, watch a dentist show you his favorite form of drilling!"
He threw himself across the unresisting succulence of Trudy. Muttering incoherent bullish sounds, he tried to get her to wrestle to show the conquer power of the only male in the room. All at once the kooky turn that Trudy had given their weekend entertaining grabbed and inflamed him. Maybe she was about to blow the games he'd been enjoying and get it all out in the open. That'd be a spoiler. Sneaking the sex behind Trudy's back had been great fun. It could go damned dull with the good housekeeping seal of approval.
She lay arms and legs widespread to the will of the man. Flanking them on either side were the wild witches of his extramarital life. He had to come on as super cool and Jack was ready. He crept into the valley of her legs and nudged close to her crotch, then leaned and tugged at the dildo, still clasped tightly in her fist.
"Gimme, doll! You're about to get a real man!"
"Talk is cheap."
Legs pressed together, he kneed in and under her tail, grabbed the taut thighs and dragged her up over his legs till her sex center .was snug against his loaded testicles. Spearing up from between their tightly glued-together bodies was Jack's tumultuous erection.
He looked from Kim to Nomi and there was a mischievous smile on the face of the lightly shaded black. "Don't ask me why, girls," he said with almost believable reverence in his tone. "my wife wants you with us while I love her. I don't understand, but you've got to be special for her to want you here."
Trudy closed her eyes to hide the hate at the pious pretense. Jack was hopeless. She knew it when he made mocking pretense of any special love between them to the very girls who were his office lovers.
She knew when the weekend was over she was going to be into a whole new dimension of her life. It was decided. As she wriggled against the magic feeling of Jack's testicles soft and full against her pussy cleft and ground upward from the sheets to give him the invitation, it was pure animal. She wanted a hardness stuffing her passion slit.
"Ohhhh . . . beautiful!" breathed Kim, flat on her tummy at Trudy's side, looking across the cemented bodies of the two enmeshed in inter-course. Her eyes met Nomi's and saw the devilry, and slowly Kim's tension eased away. Whatever came, Kim could feel no hostility from the woman who was the wife of the man who had often been into both Nomi and herself in this same way. An-other time, another place, Kim knew her intimacy with Jack could be cause for mayhem. Somehow it didn't exist here, even though Trudy knew.
The coitus suddenly slowed and the audience, including the audience beyond the wall, saw that Trudy had tightened against more penetration of Jack's penis.
"There's a way for love for all!" squealed Trudy, bracing against the mattress as Jack tried to force her to relax her taut thigh muscles. "Kim, are you shy?"
"About some things. Why?"
"Let's have special friends' fun. Jack and me can go ape with you watchin'. But that's not right. You get to go bananas, too--you'n Nomi. Here . . . come up by my shoulder . . . real close! You, too, Nomi."
Jack gawked mystified at the compelling loveliness of the two girls, kneeling side by side, arms around each other's waist, staring down into Trudy's face.
"You are going to love this." Their hostess exuded excitement as she brandished the stiff dildo over her head. "I'm going to get love and give love at the same time. Objections?"
Who dared? Two who had frolicked with pretend phallus as part of almost daily lesby play were thrilled.
"Me first then!" Trudy Caught an entranced Jack completely off guard as she urged a surprise pelvic thrust against his barely lodged prick and disconnected. "I have to lubricate this big old thing myself," she said matter-of-factly when he howled at his eviction.
Three astonished faces watched in disbelief as Trudy brushed the live cock crown leaping at the edge of her pubes out of the way, then thrust the dildo into herself. Long, clean penetration. Low moan of climax when she had taken only inches of the fake phallus. They saw her writhe to self-stimulated spasms, breasts straining, knuckles whitening to the ferocity of her pumping the play prick into her needy sheath. Then the spunk fever passed, and she rested limp and quiet for a moment.
"Jack-baby is burned," she taunted quietly, her eyes closed against his glaring. "It was probably a bad idea. Sorry, darling."
"Hell!" exploded the suddenly energized husband. "So, aren't you going to show me how a girl uses that on a girl?"
"Course. While you make me happy I will. But first you have to do something about your favorite parking place. Least it was."
"Still is, you nut!"
Grappling wildly, and frustrated by a game plan which made no sense to him, Jack angled, then plunged his brimming ripe penis through yielding labial lips. Her legs snaked sleekly around his waist, and again he was trapped. He could at will thrust into her, but the angle of her vagina, muscles relaxed, killed the friction she knew Jack loved.
Stretching and simultaneously twisting, Trudy shoved the dildo playfully through Kim's hyper-sensitive vulva. Her houseguest's mood had done a total turnabout and she welcomed the fake phallus eagerly, rolling and grinding against it as it penetrated the threshold of her vagina. Seconds later she was in orgasm and Jack, mounted on Trudy, gaping at Kim, felt a storm of jealousy that whipped him to try to hurry his wife to her own climax.
There was something damned maddening to Jack about two girls more preoccupied with a plaything than with his real thing. It infuriated him. He had loved all the females in this room time after time. It was offensive to have an imitation male organ getting more attention than his own from three who knew real cock!
Suddenly he was in the grip of his own orgasm. Frenzied ejaculation into Trudy, then a savage cry of the jungle as he saw Nomi bend across his wife, breast-loving her impulsively to deepen the sensation of Trudy's answering orgasm.
"Jack . . . JACK! What are you doing?" Trudy's shocked stare riveted on his maniacally pumping fist, masturbating through the last of his orgasm, aiming the erupting cock directly into the faces of the two other girls.
"Show you! Show you how a real man feels!" he howled, jerking frenziedly at himself, flagging the cock to give his semen barrage a wild spraying trajectory.
The act tore all the controls from the man. Milk white semen sparkled in Kim's dark hair and across Nomi's cheeks. With a cry of frantic want, he tore himself from the scissors of Trudy's legs and plunged from her body to wrestle the other two girls to their backs. It was the start and Trudy knew it. She also knew it could well be the finish.
Nomi's very frightened eyes were on Trudy's face when Jack splayed her dark and lovely thighs to his will. It was Jack who at the last minute caught himself at the very edge of mounting the pretty black, and stopped to catch his wife's expression. He got no encouragement. Trudy rolled to her side, face turned from him, busying herself with her little modification of the dildo. Just as Janice had said it would work, the thick monofilament made a transparent belt. The effect was shocking as Trudy looked down her front.
"Okay, everyone!" she cried, rolling to her back again and springing to her feet. "Now we have two men and two girls."
Electrified silence greeted the sizzling female wearing the oversized plastic phallus. Glistening pink and soaring skyward from its attachment to the slope of her prominent vee, the plastic prick was frighteningly alive. "Now, we've got kinky times for everyone. Since my husband is so anxious to be the great lover, I'm going to make special rules for very special houseguests; Just for tonight! Jack can copulate with anyone who'll have him, after I get through with him."
Head thrown back and nude body arched, she high-stepped around the bed like the drum majorette she had been ten years before. But now she was wearing the baton, not carrying one. Her enchanted audience watched fascinated as the superbly carved female adorned with the grotesquely alive dildo pranced. Hard-nippled, breasts high flung, fist tightly gripping the shaft and stroking it suggestively, her long lovely platinum-silver hair bounced freely as she strutted around the three in the center of the bed. Trudy was an unhinged female.
"You!" she shrieked at Kim, tumbling the curvaceous beauty to her back and falling across her eager body. "I've always thought you must be wonderful for a man."
Kim stared up at the wildest look she ever had seen in another female. There were reasons that Kim knew that her roommate still didn't, why Trudy could, wish them harm. Fun converted to uncertainty and uncertainty to fear as Trudy pounced on the rich, blue-veined fullness of Kim's breasts. Her hands cupped round the animated globes' like two claws and a suddenly terrified Kim felt the potential power in the clutching fingers. No hurt, but she knew it could convert to that in an instant.
Gaping down her front, she saw Trudy's wild, fierce concentration on the trapped boobs and, in spite of her fear, her breasts responded with fiercely burgeoning nipples. Blossomed cones prodded boldly between widespread fingers and the feel of the turgid cherries seemed to bring Trudy back to focus.
"Little prickles," she cooed, bending across Kim's front to kiss the pink transparency of the rigid nipples. Her hands. caressed the boobs tenderly and Kim writhed helplessly, legs spreading in response to the strumming of her breasts.
"You're going to make me come!" she panted, feeling a sudden thickness cramming through shocked cunt lips.
"We're going to make each other come." Trudy, captivated by the delicate fragrance and sweet taste of Kim's breasts, was at the same time caught up in a new thrill. She was playing man, even as she felt total woman.
From his vantage point at the crack in the paneling, Mel Campbell gawked at the sight of woman copulating with woman. Trudy wormed and thrust against the resisting vagina, inching the dildo deeper and deeper into Kim. Helpless cries of rapture spilled as Kim began to quiver in end-over-end orgasm.
The eight of Kim's agonized breasts straining deliciously against the finger and lip torture as she took more and more of the demanding dildo, was too much for Trudy. She had to feel the trauma she was creating in Kim's upper body. Clasping her tightly, Trudy mashed breast to breast against Kim, simultaneously quickening the copulation rhythm.
The animal magnetism of the two gorgeously stacked nudes, bodies locked together in an impossible fuck mania that grew more torrid at every thrust, swept to Jack and Nomi.
"Goddamn look at 'em!" He captured the willing black and dragged her to his arms, spreading her to his heat and planting himself to the hilt in one urgent, impaling stroke.
Nomi's scream of joy momentarily froze the coital craze of the girls wrapped in each other's arms less than a foot away. Through the mist of her blurred vision, Trudy saw what was happening between Jack and Nomi, but the overwhelming sensations driven back against her clit by the dildo pressure ripped any thought but one from her mind. She was actually copulating with another girl! She was man and Kim was made and it was outlandish fun.
"Ayyyyeeehhh! Mrs. Baker! Mrs. Baker! Look!" Nomi was a wildcat pinned to the sheets by Jack's horny length. Her fingers clawed Trudy's shoulder for attention. "Look at us . . . we're doin' it! We're cuh . . . committ . . . Yeah! . . . right in front of her!" The sweep of climax washed through Trudy and took and blew his last words into a mishmash of nonsense as she let herself go. On and up her ecstasy soared, and each time they tried to stop, the new pulsing of one or the other kept the climax flowing.
Finally it leveled, slowed and quieted. Vision returned and the room stopped spinning. She was conscious of a hand holding hers, squeezing urgently to get her attention. She turned her head to see Jack's taut muscled body still rocking in coital embrace with the dark voluptuousness of Nomi.
Seeing her watching, Jack began to grind against the seething softness that was Nomi, all the while gripping Trudy's hand. "Thought you'd never come back to earth," he muttered. "Wanted to have you watch Nomi girl come."
Calmly, carefully almost nonchalantly, Jack was making his move to convert his marriage to three-on-one. "Hang on to me doll," he groaned when Trudy tried to pull loose from his grip. "Want you to tell me what you feel when we come."
Their orgasms took Nomi and Jack at the same instant, but it was more than just the crest of orgasm. More the crest of a tidal wave washing away the love of a girl for a guy. Trudy snatched her hand away from his and, murmuring little incoherent words of gratitude to playmate Kim, squirmed to the head of the bed.
She leaned against the rough paneling, never feeling the coarseness of the wood on her shoulders. Just beyond her was the wall that separated her from her secret lover. Mel was all that kept her from running from the room. Rapture sounds between Jack and Nomi mounted and Kim was totally engrossed in watching the mingling of dark and white flesh, squealing happily to the obviously building sensations.
"Baby! Lookee!" groaned Jack, bracing his weight as he arched above the trembling rigidity of the dazzling black. "Look! She goes stiff as a board every time we come."
Every time! The confession was out!
Trudy stared at the two, fascinated by the great white phallus Jack had almost fully with-drawn from the burnt-almond beauty beneath him. Was that what it was for her from now on? Get in line for your share of the man's love? Govern your life by your need of that cock? She stared at Nomi pulsing in the paralysis of an overwhelmingly wonderful emotion. Seeing it, Trudy knew she would always need it and need it and need it. But not Jack's way--at the end of his line or more interesting-for-the-moment females.
"Mel?" she whispered softly as Nomi moaned happy sadness to the end of another moment of glory.
"Right here," came the answering whisper beyond the wall.
"Get ready." Trudy crept to the far side of the king size and, curling in a tired ball, dragged the sheet over her lower body to give the message to the trio whenever they might get around to looking.
"Hey, honey!" Jack was hovering over her shoulder and she opened a sleepy eye. "Not mad, are you, Trudy doll?"
"Uhunnnnhh . . . just tired."
"Poor baby." His lips brushed her forehead and he tugged the sheet up over her shoulder. "We'll let you get your beauty sleep." She wanted to spit at his phoney paternalism.
There were giggling whispers on the far side of the bed and seconds later the mattress shifted gently as they made the move she hoped they would. Seconds later the door of the master bed-room clicked behind their departure for the guest rooms.
"Come, Mel," she murmured. "Please come very quickly."
There was a sound of movement behind in the passage and seconds later a familiar squeak as the trap above the bed opened slowly. She rolled to her back, squirming from under the sheet, and stretched yearning arms to the love she saw in the face of Mel Campbell.
Odd hesitation in the man. "Know what you're asking for, don't you? Your boy could get very nasty, if he finds out. I might not be around to help when he does."
"You mean you'd run?" The tease was back in her eyes as she squirmed in nude wantonness. "I always knew you were a coward, hidin' back there."
Mel landed with a noisy thump on the floor and crept across the edge of the bed toward the writhing invitation. "Coward, hell. I mean your husband might ,hear when I'm not around to protect you. And don't kid yourself--he's a chauvinist sonofabitch! He can try to screw the whole world, but you just try it with one other."
"I don't want to." Her voice was sultry with desire. "I just want to do it with you, Mel. I want to be caught doing it with you. right now. I want to make enough noise on this bed to bring him back to see!"
"I'll be damned!" Mel was rocked for a second. Crouching at her side, fiercely aroused and ready for anything, the implications of being caught stormed his sixty years of watching the rage of jealous husbands.
Trudy read his startled expression wrong. "Your wife," she murmured softly. "You can't risk Ariadne finding out. Of course." Her arms reached to draw him close. "How selfish of me! Please, just love me quiet and fast and go."
Tender fingers rested lightly on her Venus flesh. Erotic electricity danced through her vagina as Mel splayed her labial lips and tongued sensuously around the hypersensitive clitoris.
"Please!" Her moan reached to the marrow of Mel's life as he hadn't yet lived it and the harsh truth stung him. Mel Campbell hadn't really lived at all. Not once in sixty-one years!
The hell with Ariadne and the hell with Jack! And the hell with the whole world that had been making him conform his life away!
He tongued Trudy's darling clit to hurry her climax, worshipping every shock spasm that racked her succulent body. When she was quieted he kissed slowly up the satin, torrid curves, loving and licking and maddening a writhing, wanting Trudy.
Under the hollow of her chin, Mel breathed a light kiss against the perfection of her throat. "Let's be cowards together," he whispered. "I'll be scared he might kill me. You be scared I might get inside you and never let go."
A lows shuddering sigh drifted as Trudy felt her yearning cunt lips spread wide by the hungry invader, Whether they would keep it a secret hidden in the walls of the old house or whether they would scream their rapture and bring Jack running . . . what difference?
"Please, Mel!" She ground urgently against the impaling cock shaft. "Take me! Take me very hard!"