Chapter 16
"But damn it, Carol," Adam protested, more in confusion than in anger, "you can't have a lover. You're my wife."
"Why not?" she retorted, "you have Beth as well as me."
"That's different. You and I share Beth."
"All right, I'll share Evelyn with both you and Beth, if she agrees to it."
They had been undressing for bed when Carol broke the news to her husband about her lesbian lover and it had jolted him more than she expected.
"Carol, Carol," he said, shaking his head in frustration at her unassailable conviction that was perfectly right for her to have a lesbian lover as well as a husband. "You're so... so... innocent in the ways of the world. I suppose that's my fault though. I got you into all this."
"It's not a matter of fault, darling," she assured him as she rolled her last nylon off and sat nude on their bed. "Really, you saved me from a very dull life and brought me into this very exciting one. My poor little cunt would have been wasted if you hadn't come along and rescued it."
"Hell, you make me sound like St. George," he countered, grinning in spite of himself.
"Well you sure have a nice big lance to fight dragons with," she quipped. "Just don't let any of them bite it off."
"Darling," he turned on a puzzled frown as he returned to the subject of her lover, "I'm stumped. Where and how in hell could you have found a lover? Did you just stop some woman on the street and tell her you'd let her eat your cunt?"
"Silly, of course not. In fact, I was with you at the time."
"With me? Then you mean one of the gals from the party the other night. Which one?"
"No, I don't. I just wanted to prove to myself and to you that I could go out and make friends of my own."
"I give up." She gave a pained shrug as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. "Tell me all about it."
Laughing at his consternation, Carol told him about the incident in the restaurant, and how she had met Evelyn in the washroom.
"For Chrisake," he gasped, "you don't mean you let her go down on you in a restaurant washroom? You could get arrested for that sort of thing."
"Of course I didn't, silly. I did let her have a look and a feel of my thighs and panties. You should have seen her tremble."
"Hell, I'd have been trembling too if I'd had any idea what you were up to."
"But you're being so stuffy, darling," she countered, still unable to understand what she considered his puritanical approach to the fact of her lesbian lover.
"Nobody has ever called me stuffy, darling, I'm not. You are just going to have to take my word for it. What you want is wrong and you can't have it."
"Why do I have to take your word for it?"
"Because you're only a child. I'm twenty-seven years older than you."
"If there is some definite connection between age and wisdom," she told him with just a trace of a smile, "then I must have missed it in my reading. I seem to recall that the handmaiden of advancing age is senility, not wisdom."
"Oh you little bitch," he snapped. "So now I'm senile, am I?"
"I'm not saying you're senile, darling, she smiled a little more openly. "Mind you I'm not saying you're all that wise either."
"Oh, I've really hooked me a live one here. I only saw the package and didn't realize what the contents were."
"Are you sorry, darling?" she asked, the smile leaving her face.
"Sorry, hell. I'm doubly proud of you. All I have to do now is learn how to handle you."
"I have no complaints about the way you handle me, darling. How would you like to give me a little handling right now?"
"I'd love to, but that isn't what I mean."
"It is what I mean and you aren't going to win this silly argument anyway, so why don't you just spank me and put me in bed?"
"Careful darling," he told her with a smile, "your wisdom is slipping. You should say put me to bed. Watch your English."
"Careful darling," she mocked him as she fell back on the bed and opened her legs, "my pussy is showing and I do mean put me IN bed or anywhere else, just put me."
He reached for her, but she didn't get what she wanted. Instead, he rolled her over on the bed, pinned her down with his left hand and began spanking her pretty bottom which heaved and bucked excitingly despite the pressure of his strong hand.
"Perhaps if I spank your pretty bottom often enough and hard enough," Adam panted between spanks, "the message will travel all the way to your brain and straighten it out for you. And while we're at it, if your lover shows up around here, I'll do the same to her."
"Ooh, that would be... ow... nice, darling. Evelyn just... ow... loves to be spanked. After you spank the two of us, we could both go down on her. I'm sure she'd love that."
Realizing that she was still teasing and getting the better of him, Adam stopped talking and went on spanking. Before long, Carol was crying much too loudly to do any teasing or, for that matter, any talking at all.
When Adam stopped spanking, he looked down to see his stiff penis swaying close to her lush bottom. Bending, he covered her behind with loving kisses, then pulled her up to her knees, fitted his tool into her and rode her hot behind.
Carol still felt the final spasms of her climax when he went off strongly, deep inside her. Dismounting, he took her into his arms and, arguments forgotten for the time being, they fell into a deep sleep.