Chapter 3
A warm, exhilarated Joyce Hale stepped out of the shower.
As she picked up a brisk white towel and began to run it firmly over her naked body, she observed herself in the mirror.
It made her proud to look at her lovely trim form. She had the kind of body that men hungered for, what with the long, sensuous creamy legs, her voluptuous breasts, and the trim waist.
It made her feel good to know that a man like Eddie, who had dated a number of models, preferred her. He wanted to marry her. And as she thought about him and his preference for her, she found herself getting a little bit warm between her legs in her snatch area.
As she finished drying herself off and placed the towel back on the rack, she let the fingers of her right hand work their way down toward her pussy.
She massaged her mound several times, twisting her lovely white hips as she did so.
She liked to diddle herself every now and then, lying back in her bed, luxuriating as she played with her pussy.
Joyce wondered whether she ought to do that on this particular occasion. Eddie had wanted to date her that evening, but she had declined, telling him that she was just too tired out from a long day at school.
"Why don't you qiut that damned job," he said. "We can get married right away then."
"I've got a job to do. Don't think about your cock and balls. Think about what I want."
She knew that her answer had disgusted him, but she was getting tired of hearing him pop that same question. Just because she was having a little difficulty with her high school class didn't mean that she ought to quit.
The one thing that was really beginning to make her nervous, was the manner in which some of those young men, fully developed and highly knowledgeable in the realm of sex, would look at her stimulating form. They would have those same hungry expressions on their faces that Eddie would give forth with when he was good and hot.
She could go into her bedroom, lie down, and finger her snatch while she closed her eyes and thought about Eddie. Many times she would do that, since it was less physically exerting than having Eddie actually plant his prick in her. She would save those hot fucking sessions with Eddie generally for the weekend, like that last weekend at Palm Springs.
She could tell, however, that Eddie, a highly sexed man, got disgusted over her inability to put out more during the week. He was the kind of guy, she knew, who wanted to get his rocks off every night.
She picked up her robe, tossing it around her and walking towards the bedroom.
Just as she was about to stretch out in bed and listen to a little late night music, she heard the sound of the doorbell.
A quick glance at the clock informed her that it was almost eleven. She thought it strange that anybody would be calling at that hour.
She tied the sash which held together her canary yellow robe, then walked swiftly toward the front room.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"It's Eddie!" She immediately recognized the voice.
Joyce threw the door open, observing a grinning Eddie standing in the doorway next to a tall, lovely buxom redhead clad in a red pantsuit.
Judging by the expressions on their faces, Joyce quickly ascertained that both of them were drunk, Eddie and the girl.
"Hi, baby, I brought a friend over," Eddie said, immediately stepping inside Joyce's apartment.
Joyce sized up the sexy redhead, whose large brown eyes appeared to be dancing as she looked in Joyce's direction and smiled. Joyce couldn't help but feel deep resentment. After all, what was her fianc‚ doing out with this gorgeous young redhead ?
"What's the meaning of this, Eddie?" she said irritably. "It's getting late."
"Like hell it is," Eddie laughed. "It isn't even eleven o'clock yet. I figured there's plenty enough time left for some good fucking."
"You've got to be out of your mind. I have an early class tomorrow. I can't have sex. Besides, you brought a guest along."
"I can assure you that she won't mind," Eddie laughed, looking at the redhead and winking. "Incidentally, Joyce Hale, I want you to meet Gilda Evans. We met tonight in a local cocktail establishment and we haven't been able to stop talking. I told her all about you, and she was eager to meet you."
"Is that right?" Joyce appraised her. not even attempting to hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"No need to get uptight, baby. Sure I wanted to meet you. I love happy romances. After all, I'm married."
"What are you doing traipsing around with Eddie T
"I liked his looks and I liked the size of his erection," she laughed. "Just because I'm married doesn't mean that I'm tied down."
"You sound like Eddie." Joyce shook her head.
"Maybe that's why we got along," Eddie said.
As Joyce stood there fuming. Eddie took her by surprise by walking over and undoing the sash of the canary yellow robe. Before she was even aware of what was happening, he was tugging at it.
"Don't take that off," Joyce fumed.
"Come on. Don't be such a goddam spoiled sport," Eddie said, overpowering her and tearing off her robe.
"I'm not going to undress in front of a strange woman."
"Why, baby?" Gilda laughed. "After all, you've got a pussy just like me. And two nice, ripe tits."
"Very ripe tits," Eddie said.
Eddie completed the act of removing his fianc‚'s robe. It made Joyce uncomfortable to be standing there in the buff before this strange woman.
Then Joyce began to notice the manner in which Gilda Evans was staring at her. She had the same kind of hungry, leering expression on her face that she had seen on the faces of so many men who had admired her, from Eddie all the way to young men that she taught at the high school.
"You weren't kidding one bit," Gilda nodded, looking at Eddie. "This chick is built. Would I ever like to slip my tongue into her slit."
"Now look, I've heard just about enough," Joyce burst forth angrily. "I thought you said you were married."
"I am," Gilda nodded.
"Then why are you sounding like a goddamn lesbian?" Joyce fumed.
"It's very simple, my dear," Gilda smiled, eyeing Joyce's lovely breasts. "I happen to take my pleasure where I find it. Sometimes that means making love to a man, either my husband or some sexy guy that I happen to meet. But it could also mean something else. It could also mean that I'm on the lookout for beautiful women, too. I like running my fingers and my tongue over nice smooth tits. I obviously can't get that sensation from a man. And there's no way that I'm going to get the sensation of running my tongue against a hot pussy. It's so intimate. You see, darling, I've got one myself, and that makes the whole thing more interesting."
"It isn't that hard to figure out, baby," Eddie laughed. "I figured that it would be fantastic for us to get involved in a three-way. As a matter-of-fact, that's how I talked Gilda into coming over here. I wanted her. She's got a cute butt and a great set of tits. So I talked her into getting involved in a three-way. I said that if she dug women, she'd dig you, and she told me that I could get in on the action if she liked my fiancee."
"Your fiancee passed with flying colors, darling," Gilda smiled at Eddie.
"I knew you'd say that," Eddie nodded. "After all, I know I've got myself quite a piece of ass."
"You sound like a damned male chauvinist pig," Joyce turned on him angrily. "I bet that's exactly what I am to you. Just a hot piece of ass."
"You're much more, honey. But when my cock gets hard, you become a piece of ass." Eddie laughed.
Joyce and Gilda watched as Eddie swiftly unzipped his trousers with the fingers of his right hand, pulling out his hard pecker, which he pumped up and down on.
"You're absolutely disgusting," Joyce said. "I wish that you'd both leave so I could get some sleep."
"Oh no, dear, it's a little late for that," Eddie said.
Joyce's body stiffened as Eddie walked toward her. The next thing she knew, he was sliding his tongue resolutely inside her mouth.
As he permitted his tongue to dart enthusiastically against hers, he reached down and let the fingers of his right hand manipulate skillfully over her breasts.
He kept up the fervent breast contact for a few strokes, then let his fingers go to work on her snatch.
He moved his fingers resolutely against her pussy, realizing confidentially that if he kept up such movements for a little while, Joyce's resistance would lessen.
After Eddie removed his tongue from Joyce's mouth, he exclaimed:
"Honey, let's go into the bedroom."
Joyce was temporarily under the influence of
Eddie's sexual powers and, as he grabbed her hand and guided her toward the bedroom, she complied without saying anything. But she still felt strange about Gilda being in the room.
Gilda tiptoed into the bedroom behind them, watching as Eddie glided his lover down inside the bed.
He ran his fingers through her lovely blonde hair, then planted his lips against hers. He liked the collision of his lips against hers, and as they remained pressed firmly together, he toyed with her nipples.
While Eddie was kissing his fiancee, an aroused Gilda could no longer withstand the sight of such erotic activities without taking action.
Her fingers went to work with electric excitement on her pantsuit, and soon she had completely removed it.
Eddie looked over and observed Gilda climbing out of her garter belt. His cock hardened with great anticipation as she bent over, showing her lovely buttocks.
He recalled how he had been drawn to her ass as he observed her sitting down on a bar stool at the local cocktail establishment. His prick had hardened instantly at that point, and now it was hardening more than ever as he observed her stoop over and undo the straps which held together the garter belt.
Eddie listened to the straps snapping, then took one more good look at those firm buttocks. He envisioned himself with his fingers around them, probing them skillfully as he enjoyed himself thoroughly.
His strategy was to keep Joyce hot long enough to give Gilda a chance to finish undressing. He could tell by the look of electricity in Gilda's eyes just how much she wanted Joyce, and he knew he would receive great voyeuristic thrills by watching the two girls collide in bed.
If only, he thought, he could tone down Joyce's opposition to the point where she would let Gilda do things to her sexually. It would be an important beginning stage toward sexual liberation, something that he felt his fiancee definitely needed.
He wanted to have sex with her any which way, or in any combination. Right now that was impossible, but with just a little work, he felt that what was impossible for the moment would become a practical reality in time.
Gilda removed the garter belt, then slipped her fingers around her black lace panties.
Eddie was so hard just watching her out of the corner of his eye that he practically orgasmed as she glided her fingers toward her panties.
He observed her toying with the elastic, and as she moved the panties down her smooth, trim legs, he reached down and tugged at his prick several times.
"This is too much, being around two such beautiful girls," Eddie laughed.
Joyce became so jealous of Eddie's diverted attention that she reached out and delivered a scorching kiss to his lips.
She ran her fingers through his hair, doing her best to make him realize that, in the final analysis, they were a twosome and nobody else counted.
But with somebody as lovely as Gilda around, a man as passionate as Eddie couldn't help but be stimulated on two fronts instead of one.
As she stepped out of her panties, and as he got a good look at her mound, Eddie released his arms from Joyce's waist and jumped to his feet.
"Hey, I really like that pussy," he chuckled. "It's as clean as a whistle."
Eddie observed Gilda's shaved box, exploring it with the fingers of his left hand.
"It couldn't be any cleaner," he shook his head. "Who shaved that?"
"It was my husband's idea. He did it."
"What a smart man."
"He thinks it looks real sexy."
"It does. I have a pretty good idea what he--likes to do."
"He dives on my muff every chance he gets," Gilda chuckled. "He does it at least once a day."
"And he--likes it a little better without the hair," Eddie nodded.
"That's right. He--likes to just turn his tongue loose on my pussy without my hair being in the way."
"You know, I've been thinking of doing that to my lover here," Eddie pointed proudly toward Joyce. "I've been putting it off, and she's been giving me arguments about it. I think the time has arrived to shave her pussy."
"Go right ahead," Gilda smiled. "I'll just take off my bra and watch. As a matter-of-fact, don't be surprised if I start fingering my snatch. That's a powerfully erotic sight to see. Particularly with such a beautiful girl."
"I'll sure go along with that," Eddie chuckled.
"Nobody has asked me about this," Joyce pouted.
"I'm sorry, dear, but we've talked about this many times," Eddie laughed. "I have to agree with Gilda and Gilda's husband. There's really something to be said for shaving a girl's snatch. I'll enjoy sucking your box all the more. You certainly like it when I dive on your muff, don't you?"
"Yes, but I don't know if I would go for having my pussy shaved. Particularly in front of Gilda."
"Don't worry about me, sweetie," Gilda winked. "I admire that body of yours. I'd really like to watch it."
"Give the girl a break," Eddie chuckled.
As Joyce lay in the middle of the bed, her legs spread, looking down at her pussy, Eddie walked into the bathroom.
He returned moments later holding the razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other.
Eddie looked down at her golden pussy hairs and laughed.
"You won't have these hairs for much longer," he said. "Not after I get to work with this razor."
Suddenly Joyce felt waves of titillation shooting through her. As she looked at Gilda's perfectly shaved box, she wondered what it would be like to have her fur thatch removed.
Eddie was moving toward her, applying the shaving cream to her vaginal area.
Joyce looked up at Gilda, who was quickly removing her bra. The redhead was anxious to complete the act of undressing, after which she would exercise her voyeuristic impulses by watching Eddie shave his fiancee's snatch.