Chapter 5
After Jeff had had a half-hour's cat-nap, he awakened, and told Jan, "Well, I guess I'll be cutting out now."
"Do you really think you should?" she asked anxiously.
"Honey, I want to get acquainted with people here. It's a big city, and it isn't easy to get acquainted with anybody. They're all in such a big hurry. It's terrible, to see people rushing so fast you never get a chance to speak to them."
"Alright, brother," Jan smiled, "You must do what you must do. Now, hurry on-and have a ball!"
"I will," he smiled, and a flick of sorrow went through him as he realized how dependent Jan had become on him ever since Mom was gone. But, he knew he had to develop his own independence, so he went out on his own anyway.
Arriving at The Barn, he went in and ordered a beer, and the beautiful-nude blonde he'd seen earlier was nowhere in sight.
Now, another tough, almost crude girl was wiggling naked, and he didn't find her appealing at all. Paying for his beer, he glanced down at his watch, and it was just closing time. He stepped outside, and hadn't gone a block before a girl rushed out to his side.
"Hi," she smiled, and instantly, he recognized her as the sexy blonde he'd watched do her nude thing.
"Oh, gee, am I ever glad to see you again," he smiled at her, "I thought I lost you."
"No, you didn't lose me," she laughed, "II just had to go some distance from the bar. Bennie, the bartender is a spy for the boss, Gertrude."
"Oh, a woman owns the joint?"
"No, Gertrude is a man," she laughed, "but he pays good money-so I don't care what he calls himself or how he dresses."
"Well, I'll give Gert credit for good taste when it came to picking you out for the place. You had class."
"Are you sure you don't mean ass?"
"Both," Jeff laughed, "You've got a classy ass!"
"That's a real compliment," she smiled, "Are you a bottom man."
"What?"
"A man who digs a chick's rear-end," she laughed, "Lots of those guys around. Won't fuck anything but backdoor."
"I like it every way," he smiled. "Bet you get plenty from some of the rich old fuckers."
"Not just old," she insisted, "Plenty of young cats like yourself enjoy action. As a matter-of-fact I'm married to a hot, young stud."
"You are?" Jeff gulped nervously, "What am I doing with you?"
"Don't worry," she said, "It's not a conventional marriage if you know what I mean. I mean we live together, so we call it married-and he doesn't mind if we have three in a bed."
"But I'm not so sure he won't get jealous and try killing me or something-it can be dangerous!"
"You don't have to worry. David is very friendly, and he thinks it makes it more exciting to watch a man fuck me. Of course, he expects a little token of appreciation," she added coldly.
"How big is small?"
"Twenty-five dollars will do," she shrugged, "Of course if you're rich, you should pay more. That's only fair. But, Dave and I understand every guy who wants to get his rocks off may not happen to be loaded."
"That's a fact," he agreed.
A whirlpool of thoughts were buzzing through Jeff's brain at this moment. How dangerous was it to go to her place and have sex? This was the thing that bothered him. Did he dare? Then, he concluded-if you are afraid of everything in life, you'll miss out on living.
This prompted him to go ahead.
"Where do you live?" he asked, wondering if he'd have to go a long way in some subway.
"Right here in the village," she told him. "See-over there!" She pointed across the Washington Square Arch, and there was the modern apartment building.
"You do very well for yourself, don't you?" he smiled.
"Not bad," she told him frankly. And then, they went over to the apartment where a night-guard stood duty.
Going past him, she opened the downstairs door with her pass-key, and they went upstairs.
They got off on the twentieth floor, and walked down the plush carpeted hallway to the door of her apartment. She opened it, and the first thing that met Jeff's eyes was her so-called husband David stretched out on the sofa watching a TV show intently.
"Hi, Dave, honey," she said, going over to him and kissing him. Then, when they'd finished, Dave glanced over at Jeff.
"And who is this?"
"This is Jeff," she told him, "He was at the bar tonight. A new face, and I thought I'd bring him around."
"Oh, great," David said, "I always say, two is company, three is an orgy-don't I, dear?"
"Yes, dear-heart, that's what you always say. Now, Jeff, would you like something to drink?"
"Or smoke?" Dave smiled, holding up some marijuana.
"I don't go that route," Jeff said, "Now, mind you-to each his own hang-up, but the weed isn't my trip. I'd like a scotch on the rocks if you've got one handy."
"You name it," the blonde dancer smiled.
"Scotch is my favorite-by the way, what's your name?"
"Laura," she told him. "And you've met Dave-and Dave, I forgot whether I told you-his name is Jeff. Now we all know each other."
"Not as good as we're going to before sun up," Dave laughed. "Make mine vodka and orange juice honey."
Laura fixed the drinks for them, and she said, "Now, I've got to take these clothes off. I feel so uncomfortable with clothes on."
She wasn't fooling. She went to her bedroom, and didn't return until she'd done a complete strip. And then, she bounced back into the living-room, proudly throwing her chest out, the bosoms rolling with every step.
Jeff's jaw dropped. Dave picked this up.
"Nice, huh-yes, she's the good wife!"
Unable to understand how any man could share such a super-sexed housewife, Jeff asked, "Sure you don't mind if I-"
"I thought Laura told you. I turn-on when men ball my wife. Haven't you ever heard of men who get a charge out of watching some young stud shove his prick up his wife's cunt?"
"I've read about it-but I've never experienced it," Jeff told him quite frankly.
"Then, you're in luck," he smiled, "Today you're going to do her-why don't we both undress ? "
For a moment, Jeff hesitated. He didn't mind stripping in front of his Mom, and in front of his sister. Also, he could do it with Betty, and other chicks he'd made it without this was embarrassing to be in a strange city, and have a housewife sit naked beside him on the sofa, and have her husband asking him to undress. So, when Dave got up and began unbuttoning his shirt, this prompted Jeff to do-likewise.
"Don't make a production number out of stripping, you two," Laura laughed. "And you don't have to worry, Jeff-my husband is straight. He only digs women, but he gets some kind of charge seeing me get fucked. Guess it's just the normal voyeur in him surfacing. You know we're all part-voyeur."
As Jeff unzipped his pants, and sat down to remove his socks and shoes, he asked, "What's a voyeur?"
"Don't you know what that is?" Laura asked in shock. "I thought everybody knew."
"Didn't you ever read the book 'The Voyeur'? " her husband asked as he slipped out of his pants, and was now down to his shorts, which jumped nervously with his imprisoned penis eager to spring out from its cotton confinement.
"I'm a dum-dum," he laughed. "Tell me!"
As Jeff pulled his shorts down, letting his huge, throbbing male member spring to freedom, Laura was awe-stricken.
"A voyeur," she said falteringly, "is somebody who gets his kicks watching somebody else. That is what a voyeur is!"
Noticing how much she seemed to be enjoying watching him that very moment, Jeff gripped his huge penis, and said, "You like this, huh?"
She nodded.
"Well, hang-in, there, baby-cause it's ready to explode!"
"Wait for me," Dave smiled, as he slipped out of his shorts, and examined Jeff.
"You picked a winner, honey," he smiled at his wife.
"I did that," Laura nodded, and then she said, "Baby, let's go into the bedroom and get started!"
"Alright," he said, and Laura led the way with Jeff following behind her, and David following behind Jeff.
As she opened the door, Jeff understood why she suggested they make for the bedroom.
It was lined with mirrors, and it was possible to check out the action from every angle.
"You know what I'd like to do to you first off," Laura said.
"What would you like to do?"
"Suck that sweet behind of yours, baby, suck it good!"
"I like having someone eat my ass out," Jeff said, "Sure, now-all you have to do, baby doll is tell me what position you want me to get in. I'm ready!"
"I think we should have some more drinks," Dave suggested suddenly, "How about you, Jeff-Laura?"
"Good idea," Laura replied, "We'll have our drinks before we begin."
Jeff got on the bed, and stretched his legs out. Laura sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing him carefully. She liked the long, handsome legs. She delighted in the firm, round behind she could see as he sat in this position. She imagined how much excitement it would be to let her hot tongue lash all around his hot anus, and then stab him there.
His huge penis stood on end, and Jeff gripped it, and squeezed, as a crystal drop of cum oozed out of the head of it.
"Doesn't that look delicious?" he laughed at Laura. But, Laura wasn't laughing.
"Don't tempt me darling, that comes later.
We begin with some real nice preliminaries."
"like a sweet ass-sucker" he laughed.
"Dave goes wild when he sees me suck another man's ass out, and I don't want to deprive him."
"What a thoughtful wife you are," Jeff told her frankly.
"Not thoughtful at all," Laura disagreed, "This just happens to be the life-style we've chosen. It wasn't forced on either of us. But this is the way we turn-on!"
"Groovy," Jeff said, as he saw Dave returning with a couple of bottles of booze.
"Scotch for you-vodka for us, and I'll get some ice cubes in just a minute."
Placing them on the dresser, he stepped out. Jeff observed his penis remained erect during all the time he was setting up the drinks.
Then, he came back with glasses, and ice cubes and poured the drinks. Then, the three of then sat on the king-size bed, drinking.
"Here we go," Dave smiled, "Three for the fuck-show!"
And then the three of them drank up, toasting their sexual celebration.
"How long are you?" Dave asked. "I'm seven-almost."
"I'm glad you added almost," Laura laughed, "You're six and a half inches, honey, and we both know it. We've measured it enough times."
"I'm eight and a half inches," Jeff smiled proudly, gripping his penis proudly.
"You know, my boy," Dave suggested slyly, "You've got enough power in that pecker to make a lot of women happy-you know that, don't you?"
Feeling awkward to have another man commenting so glibly on his sex organ, he shrugged, "I guess so!"
"If you say so," she smiled, "but you're much too modest!"
"He won't be modest when he discovers all the fantastic things he can do with that cock of his," Dave commented.