Chapter 9
Sue Drake was bent over the kitchen sink, listening to the children of the neighborhood playing and shouting happily.
Children were luckier than adults, she thought. They could change from one game to another without much trouble. To change an adult game brought so much upheaval and agony that they avoided it or put it off as long as possible.
Her mind and body felt sticky. A shower would relieve her body. She wished there was something that could relieve the tension of her nerves, of her desires. Ever since that first session with Jeff, her whole body seemed to be on fire most of the time. She stayed in the shower for a long time, letting the cool water play on her body. She turned the water to warm and soaped her breasts. She slid her hands over them, caressing and kneading them-and fantasizing that Jeff had control of her hands. And she gasped as she inadvertently squeezed the sudsy nipple. She thought how nice it would be to take a shower with Jeff, to have his hands move over her soaped flesh, and then she blushed slightly when she thought of soaping his thick organ and playing with it. She stepped out finally and put on her robe, a thin affair that she left open in the front.
Her thoughts remained on Jeff and the tingle in her body caused her face to redden from the passion she had aroused in herself in the shower. Heat stole through her body. She crossed her legs and let one swing rhythmically as the excitement grew in her. She placed her hands on her breasts and kneaded them gently as her imagining went wild picturing Jeff, then pushing him out, only to have him return. Her hands were now on his hands. She closed her eyes. Now he was standing before her naked, his big rod arced away from his body and the head pleading for a kiss from her.
One hand crept slowly from her breast. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers, then she pried her lips apart and let the middle finger slide into her mouth. While she toyed with one nipple, she sucked hungrily on her own finger, driving it in and out of her mouth in a gentle fuck-motion.
Now she could feel his lips on her breasts, his tongue flicking on the hard nipples, his teeth biting them gently. His kisses were hot on her titties, between them, and now coursed down her excited body until she felt his tongue dipping into her navel and making little circular motions there.
With a groan, she clutched both hands between her legs. Her hips moved up and down as she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide. Her finger found its way between the moistened lips, to her clitoris, and she massaged the tiny protrusion more and more frantically as her body became electrified, on fire with desire.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes. The lightning struck with a crash, spasms rent her body, and she almost toppled off the small stool.
She righted herself. She could not look at her reflection in the mirror. She covered her flaming face with her hands. Ever since that day in the empty house at the project she had been twisted and torn by new emotions and desires. He had ignited a flame inside her. Never, in her wildest dreams, did she ever think a man held so much pleasure for a woman.
She started as the door opened. In the mirror, she saw Arthur enter the room. How washed out and unmanly he looked to her after the thoughts of Jeff. She quickly covered herself, hoping he would not notice the flushed appearance of her face, nor the nervousness which suddenly possessed her body.
"Grant Copeland called this afternoon," he told her. "He wants us to come to a party at his house this Saturday." He paused a moment. "I turned him down."
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh?"
"You know what kind of parties he throws. You wouldn't like some of the things that go on there." He said it casually, but he was watching her intently as he spoke. "Yeah, I can just see you there. They'd get you in one of their games and you'd want to run out." He laughed derisively.
"Games? What kind of games?" she asked.
"Oh, they play all kinds of games. Some of them get right down to the nitty-gritty. You know, husbands and wives trading around for the evening."
"Trading? For what? Dancing, or just to talk?"
He burst into laughter. "You've got to be kidding. God, you're naive." He laughed some more.
"I don't understand," she said lamely.
"No, I guess you wouldn't," he said. "Well, when I said they traded around for the evening I meant that everybody went to bed with someone else. You know, this husband with that one's wife, this wife with another's husband. And so on." He looked at her sneeringly. "A man can find some real women at a party like that."
"How do you know so much about it? Have you been to one?"
"Oh, sure," he said casually.
Although she had been with Jeff several times, she still felt hurt. Perhaps it was because he was flaunting his lust in front of her, trying to hurt her even more than he had by ignoring her as a wife. Or maybe it was because she read in his words that their marriage was coming to an end.
And then he added, quite calmly, studying her reaction, "By the way, Jeff Marston is going to be there."
She could not conceal her surprise. He caught the sudden tensing of her body. He smiled.
"Surprised to hear that Jeff would go to one of those?"
"Yes, sort of," she said. "Does he know it's that kind of party?"
"Oh, sure he does. He's been to several of them already. They tell me he's quite the stud around some of the older women. Pretty much in demand. I hear he's hung like a bull." He made a fist and crooked his arm up shortly.
Sue fought to keep herself under iron control. She had a vague feeling he was testing her, that he knew something about she and Jeff. "What about Maria? Is she going? Or doesn't she even know about it?"
"Maria? Hell, she's not the kind who would go to anything like that. If she ever found out she'd probably toss his ass out into the street."
"You're her brother. Why don't you tell her?"
"Oh, no, I'm not sticking my nose into someone else's marital problems. I feel sorry for her, sure, but she's got to find out about it herself."
"And your father? You and he are so close I'm surprised you haven't gone running to him with it. You and Jeff don't get along. It would seem like an excellent opportunity to get rid of him, knowing how the Colonel looks on anything even remotely immoral."
"Same answer. If the old man is supposed to know, he'll find out."
She was silent for some time. She thought of Jeff and wondered if she had made a mistake about him. Maybe he was just another sex-hungry stud who went around poking it into every woman he could find. Then she said, "You don't think I'd have the nerve to go to one of those parties, do you?"
"I know you wouldn't," he sneered.
"Would it surprise you if I said I'd like to go?"
"Surprise me? Hell, I'd faint! All some guy would have to do is look at you and you'd run screaming out the door." He was dying to tell her she had been seen kissing Jeff, but he had to play the game his way. "You've always thought you had something pretty special between your legs, some kind of an untouchable commodity. No, you don't have the guts to even go and watch, let alone take part."
"You think so, huh?" she asked, turning to face him directly.
"I know so."
"All right, I'll go with you," she said firmly.
"Hah! This I've got to see," he said. "You'll chicken out when it comes time to go. And if you do go, you'll faint the first time a guy puts a hand on one of your precious tits."
"No," she said, calmer than she had hoped. "I won't back out. You can inform your friend, Grant Copeland, that you'll be bringing your wife to the party." She studied him briefly, then swung back around and dabbed at her makeup. "Satisfied?" she asked, glancing up at his face in the mirror.
"I've still got to see it," he grumped. But he was happy. Everything was working out perfectly for him. He went out of the room with a smile on his face.