Chapter 1
Gloria Jensen is a beautiful woman, and she's known it ever since the first beauty contest she won. Ever since then, she has been annoyingly aware of the fact she had a type of innocent, blonde beauty that could make vulnerable men powerless to resist her charms.
Her blonde hair needed no help from a hairdresser. It was a natural shade of shimmering yellow, and when she brushed it, it glistened.
It was only natural that such a play was made for her body at an early age. She married young. At nineteen, she had her first and only child, a son she adored. Tommy was so different from her in appearance you would never believe they were mother and son if you didn't know it for a fact.
When Tommy was only four, she divorced her husband on grounds of mental cruelty. In reality, the cruelty was simply that her husband Eric refused to let her spend all his money. Fortunately, for her, she felt so strongly about money that she hired a cunning attorney, who got her a super settlement, and then, she decided to strike out from North Carolina, and make the big move to California.
Tommy grows tall under the sunny skies of southern California, and he develops good muscles surfing at the ocean. In the meantime, Gloria has discovered a method of maneuvering her good-looks to further economic advantage. And, she makes no bones about the fact, she is out after all she can get.
Her first find was an aging doctor, who kept her in a beautiful apartment, and she let her own money build. Tommy accepted her older doctor friend, as a father-image. But, when he died, she was on her own, and had to dip into funds. Next, she met an importer at a Beverly Hills bar, and he kept her motor going. But, when Tommy turned fourteen, she knew she'd have to change her operations. Tommy was becoming noticeably sex-conscious, and suspicious when Johnny, the importer, would stay most of the night in her bedroom, and once or twice, she was sure she heard sounds at the door, but she never could catch him.
This forced her to find a way whereby, she might pursue what had developed into a profitable, comfortable life-style, in some other manner so her son wouldn't find out how she made her living.
One night, this fact, hit her with sharp impact. Tommy had just stepped out of the shower, and his body glistened with the water he was wiping off with a thick purple towel. Whether it was the contrast of the purple towel with the sun-tanned body, the rippling muscles or the evidence of his penis hardening, Gloria never could decide. But, this she did know. Tommy turned her on. She quickly stepped out of the bedroom, and her young, virile son called after her, "Don't you ever knock?"
"Why should I?" she shot back, "There's nothing wrong with a Mom seeing her son in the nude. I've been naked before you and you've seen me-"
"Not lately," Tommy laughed, "And don't risk it, Mom-not now-I'm old enough."
"Maybe you are," she laughed, "but I'm still your Mom, and don't you ever forget it!"
"You won't let me," he told her flatly. And there was a lot of truth in that, for Gloria did watch her son all the time. She wanted to make sure he amounted to something, and that was why she deliberately chose to conduct her affairs out of the apartment from here on in, as she didn't want to set a bad example for her son.
Now, and then she gave a fleeting thought about changing her direction. She'd acquired all the clothes she wanted, a new car, and some money in the bank. And, besides that, she was thirty-two, and with a fifteen year old son, she had to be thinking of college.
The next Saturday night when her current boyfriend dropped over, she introduced him to
Tommy.
"Tommy, meet Howard," she smiled, and the two of them shook hands.
"Glad to meet you, Tommy," Howard smiled, and Tommy replied, "Glad to meet you, too, sir."
Somehow, the look Tommy gave him troubled him. It was a suspiciously cold glance, and he felt sure he knew Gloria's game. When they were driving to dinner, Howard asked her bluntly, "Is the kid wise?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know," he smiled, "Does he know how you make your living?"
"He doesn't know anything," Gloria smiled, "I've seen to that-I have some pride, give me credit for that, darling."
"Sorry, baby," Howard smiled, patting her on the thigh affectionately, "but I have kids of my own, and they get wise sometimes. You see Ethel and I have a nice arrangement. I play around, and so does she. We don't want to split up because of the kids."
"Maybe I did the wrong thing by divorcing his father," Gloria lamented, "but I was a very young girl when he married me and he was mean."
"That's too bad," Howard consoled her.
"Well, it was my fault too," she admitted, "I spent money like crazy-ran up several charge accounts and-"
"You haven't changed at all, have you?" Howard teased, "You still love to spend money like it was made out of water, don't you?"
"Yes," she laughed, "That's why I run around with money-bags like you!"
"I know that," Howard said, and commented with a chuckle, "Don't think I have any illusions about our relationship, luv. Howard wasn't born yesterday."
He was parking his car in the parking lot of the Sea-View restaurant in Santa Monica, and after they both had gotten out, gone in, and ordered their dinner and a drink, Howard told her coolly, "I've invited Dolores to join us tonight at our motel tryst."
"You didn't ask me," she objected.
"Was it necessary?" Howard asked frankly.
"Well, I just like to know what's happening," she said, "And anyway, I could get jealous!"
"In your business?" he chided her, "It wouldn't become you." Gloria felt like giving Howard a kick under the table. He was so dignified, so cool, so diabolical when he wanted to be. It did disgust her no end. But, she knew she was in no position to make any issues out of anything.
Later, as they approached the motel, Howard stopped off for liquor, and then Gloria asked him, "What is Dolores like?"
"Are you interested?" he smiled wickedly.
"Bitch," she laughed, "No, but it's nice to know who you're going to an orgy with-isn't it?"
"I like surprises," he smiled, "But, Dolores is a secretary at my office who has been asking for it a long time."
"I believe you," Gloria said evenly.
"Well, baby-when a secretary reaches down there, unzips you, and pulls you around the office by your pecker, it's about time you take the subtle hint and do something about it."
"The male ego," Gloria smiled, "Will it ever learn limits?"
"Here we are," Howard said, tuining into the Seaside Motel, right on the beach between Santa Monica and Malibu. They both started to get out, but Howard told her, "Wait here-Dolores has already come here, and gotten the room, and I've got to check it out at a phone booth over there. I can't very well walk up to the clerk and ask him where the orgy is."
"He'd probably say, 'which one?'-" Gloria laughed.
Howard went out and made his phone call from the booth and Gloria watched him as he stood there. It didn't take him long, and from the way he was smiling, she felt sure everything was ready to roll.
"Dolores is already here," he told her, "Oh, you're going to like her-a-lot," he laughed.
"I don't like the way you said, a lot, " Gloria told him flatly. "I've confined my sex games for two in the past, and-"
"About time you try the orgy trip," he smiled, "You're not getting any younger and everybody is doing such wild things today-even in their own bedrooms. Maybe my wife will begin asking me to bring my broads home for her to share-"
"That'll be the day," Gloria smirked, "Count me out-I like fun and games, darling-but those marriage-go-rounds can end in murder!"
"Oh, come off it, a person can get killed walking across the street. It doesn't have to be anything involving sex at all."
Now, they were in front of the room that Dolores had told Howard to come to.
Knocking his signal knock, Dolores asked quietly, "Howard?"
"Yes," he whispered, "let us in."
Dolores opened the door. She was a sexy, dark-skinned Latin type with flashing black eyes that matched her shiny black hair, and she welcomed him quickly, "Come in-"
"Dolores, darling," Howard bussed her on the cheek, "Meet my girlfriend, Gloria."
"Hi, Gloria," Dolores smiled, and stepping forward kissed her on the cheek. Gloria couldn't tell if this was just warm greeting from a fiery, Latin woman or more.
"I've brought plenty of booze," Howard chuckled, "and did you bring everything?"
"You bet I did," she laughed, and then, glancing toward her floppy, imitation leather handbag, she smiled, "it's in there!"
Gloria wondered what she was referring to. Then, Howard began opening the booze bottles, and when he had poured drinks for each of them, he said, "Why don't we begin by showing each other what gorgeous bodies we've got?"
"T prefer being stoned out of my skull before I strip," Gloria smiled, "Hope you don't mind, darling!"
"Not at all," he insisted, "Just take your time. But, you won't mind if Dolores and I take our clothes off!"
"Of course not. I'm no prude," Gloria smiled.
"Then run around nude," Dolores told her flatly, as she began peeling. Once, Gloria got a load of the huge knockers on Dolores, she decided competition called for action, and she threw her head back, and laughed, "Why not? I like to show off too!"
"Good girl," Howard laughed, whacking her behind a hard slap.
"Hey, you sadist, stop it. Next thing you'll be lashing your belt across my bare butt."
"That sounds like fun," he chuckled.
"For you," she said testily.
"You too-once I condition your subconscious masochist streak, lover."
"Aren't you a sweet guy?" Dolores teased Howard.
"You should know," he countered quickly, "You've eaten my dong enough times."
And then, Gloria saw Dolores naked. Her saucy breasts, with their rosy-red nipples did look appealing, and as her eyes swept down to take in her vagina, she noticed she was shaved there.
"Is that a new style or something?" she asked her. "What?"
"Your you-know-what! It's all shaved off!"
"I told her to," Howard said, pulling down his shorts, and letting his huge, throbbing member jump up to attention.
Gloria did feel some disgust, for she indeed was learning quickly how men like to play women against each other. But, she still felt confident she could hold her own, and she was proud of her golden, hairy triangle, and after she tossed her half-cup bra aside, she let her juicy breasts bounce out to freedom.
"And now," Gloria smiled, pulling down her panties, "the golden triangle-"
"Otherwise known as Gloria's gorgeous cunt-right?" he smiled.
"Right," she giggled, and throwing herself across the bed, she put on a good act. "I'm ready-let's play games!"
"Are you now?" Howard smiled.
"Sure, baby," she smiled, and soon Howard accepted her invitation and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
Howard could read his women like a book. He'd played this 'two-women, and one man' game before, and he invariably found he got more mileage from his women this way, for they'd each try to outdistance the other with their action. And so, he began thinking about what he could do next to get them both involved because he knew he couldn't let Dolores wither on the sidelines for long.