Chapter 9
"Mind if I come in, Dottie, honey?" Ella Courtnay propitiatingly asked, as she stood with the guest bedroom door partly open, watching Dorothy Tilden reclining on the bed, an arm over her face, her other hand clenched into a fist of anger.
"Who is it? Oh, you, Ella. All right, you might as well. Close the door, though. I'm not exactly up to receiving visitors." Languidly, the slim, honey-haired blonde matron sat up, smoothing out her yellow rayon dress over long, shapely thighs. "Don't tell me Matt sent you in here as a kind of goodwill ambassador?"
"Of course he didn't. I came on my own. You were so upset that I was worried about you, Dot-tie."
"Thanks, but you needn't have been. Men!" the blonde disgustedly exclaimed. "They've got a double standard-two for them and none for you. I'll bet if he even caught me flirting with the milkman, I'd never hear the last of it. But it's all right for him to sleep around, and if I even want to talk about it, he puts on a martyr act."
"Oh, come on, Dottie, it's not that bad." The brunette sexpot sat down on the edge of the bed beside Dorothy Tilden and put an arm around her slim waist. "Know something? A lot of them just talk a good fuck, that's all. They have to do it to keep up their morale, so we girls will think they're real cocksmiths...am I shocking you with four-letter words, Dottie?"
"I'm not exactly a child, Ella. I've heard the words before. Exactly what are you getting at, anyhow? Dorothy Tilden suspiciously glanced at the young brunette.
"Just this, Dottie. If a man's real good in bed, a girl can make allowances. Now, you take me. I was all set to go to the altar with a guy I thought was just dreamy. A terrific dresser, a good line, the sort of guy who could take you to the best restaurants and make headwaiters fall all over themselves giving you service. Only he was a dud in bed, and I found it out before we took the fatal step. Darned good thing I did, too. But I mean, if he'd been super that way, I'd have looked the other way if once in a while he cheated, so long as he came back. And that's the secret, getting him to come back."
"Oh, that's all very easy for you to say, but...."
"I haven't finished, Dottie. Now, I know it's none of my business, and I just came here for a few weeks, but Uncle Jack told me that Mrs. Ames is just about one of the worst gossips on the face of the earth. So why do you get all upset when you're not even sure it's true about Matt. My gosh, I think he's a real sweet guy. Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Well, you seem to be doing all right for yourself so far. Fire away," Dorothy Tilden said resignedly.
"Before you had this flare up, were you and Matt hitting it off in bed?"
"Now wait a minute, that's being a little too personal!" Dorothy Tilden's cheeks were fiery with blushes.
"Oh, come on, Dottie, this is woman-to-woman stuff. Was he okay in the screwing department?"
"Well, yes, I guess you can say so. I don't have any standard of comparison, because he was my first guy...."
"All the more reason you want to hold onto him. A girl never forgets the guy who first laid her, and if he was terrific in the sack, she's got an even better reason for keeping hold of him. I can tell you this, I was cuddling a little with him while you were in here sulking, and boy! he could have had me in a jiffy if I'd wanted him to."
"Ella!"
"Don't 'Ella!' me, honey. It's the truth. But suppose now he did have a yen for a little pussy outside of marriage, what's wrong with your giving him some of his own medicine and playing around a little yourself?
"You mean you're scared to. I've got you sized up already. You're a real sexpot yourself-don't shake your head like that-you are. The way you quiver when I even put my hand on your waist, that's one sign, and you've got a simply terrific figure."
"Ella...please!" Dorothy Tilden embarrassedly gasped.
"Well, you have! But to go on with what I was starting to say. Suppose, for instance, Matt wanted to play around but you knew all about it. Then you could play around, too, and he'd know all about it, and wouldn't be sore. How would that be?"
"You mean...you mean wife swapping?"
"Sure. Happens all over. It's the best way, because you'd be surprised how many gals go back to their hubbies with a few new tricks to show them; and then they learn their hubbies have learned a few new things, too. It's like having separate honeymoons, and everybody's happy. Of course, it has to be done with people you can trust and you like. I don't mean you have to go around just screwing anybody."
"But I.. . I don't really want to...."
"Okay, we'll let that go for the time being. Now let me ask you another question, Dottie. Did you ever make out with a girl? You know, like when you went to school, maybe you had a crush on your gym teacher or one of your girlfriends, and maybe you had a pajama party and slept over. Did you ever?"
"Oh no. I ... I ... besides, I don't know what you mean, Ella."
"Oh, come on, Dottie. Haven't you ever read any books or heard about it?"
"Well, maybe. But I never did. . and I never really did know anybody who did, either."
"I'll bet I could show you how sexy it could be, if you'd let me try, Dottie. To tell you the truth, I've had a yen ever since you first walked into Uncle Jack's place. I think you're the sexiest woman here, and that's no lie."
"Oh, Ella, you're kidding!" But there was a noticeably deeper flush now to Dorothy Tilden's carnation-tinted cheeks, and she averted her eyes, and her breathing had quickened.
"You know what happened to me in my senior year at high school, Dottie?" Ella softly insinuated, tightening her arm around the blonde's slim waist.
"N-no."
"Well, see, I was on the girls' volleyball team and there was this terrific coach. She was maybe twenty-five, and I swear she was a gorgeous blonde just like you, Dottie."
"Oh, come on, Ella. Now you're the one that's giving me a line."
"No, I mean it, cross my heart!" The brunette sexpot leaned closer to Dorothy Tilden, her lips at the matron's ear, as she continued in a confidential, husky murmur. "But, anyhow, one night this gorgeous blonde coach invited me up to her place for supper and she cooked it all herself; and then we sat down on the couch, and first thing I knew, she made a pass at me."
"And then...what did you do?"
"I let her, natch. I wanted to know what it was all about. And boy! Did she ever send me up to Cloud Number Nine! In fact, I couldn't see boys for dirt, until she finally left town. I was just about broken hearted over it when she did, Dottie."
"But ... what did she do? I mean ... how could...? " Dorothy Tilden faltered, her face scarlet with confusion.
"Want me to show you, honey?" Ella Courtnay slyly insinuated.
Dorothy Tilden shivered, then looked at the door. Her lips tightened, remembering the row with Matt. "All right. Maybe when he starts looking around for me, he'll think I'm with another guy. Then maybe he'll get jealous, and then it'll be my turn. All right, Ella, show me!" She said defiantly.
"Glad to, Dottie." Ella Courtnay put her hands on Dorothy Tilden's shoulders and kissed her gently on the mouth. The blonde matron quivered, her eyes widened, and at first she resisted.
But as the soft, moist, red lips continued their osculatory cohesion, and as suddenly Ella's tongue nimbly probed between Dorothy's lips, the latter shivered and closed her eyes and then impulsively locked her arms around Ella's back.
When the kiss was done, Dorothy Tilden's face was as fiery as an Hawaiian sunset.
"See what I mean, Dottie? Now, you'd better take your dress and slip off so we can be comfy. I'll take off mine, too," the brunette sexpot purred. Wriggling off the bed, she hoisted minidress and half slip, and stood in black nylon bra and matching panties, the narrow tabs of a snug garter belt clinging to her gauzy nylons.
Dorothy Tilden's eyes widened. "Oh, you ...you're lovely, Ella!" she breathed. And then, almost shyly, she drew off her yellow dress and slip, standing self-consciously in peach-toned nylon bra and panties,, a white satin garter belt snugging her flesh-toned nylons. Though her waist was slim and her bottom boyishly compact, her titties were opulently rounded and closely spaced, and through the sheer nylon bra, the brownish-orange aureola and the well-developed crinkly buds of her nipples were enticingly revealed.
"Oh, Dottie, you really are like that Miss Henshaw! Oh, what gorgeous bubbies you've got, darling. Take off your bra and let me see them, please," Ella Courtnay whispered.
"Ella...we shouldn't.. . I don't...."
"Oh, come on, honey! You're driving me crazy.
Here, I'll do it for you." Reaching behind Dorothy Tilden's back, Ella deftly unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.
Instinctively, the blonde matron cupped her bubbies to protect them, but Ella gently forced her hands away and bending her head low over the other girl's breast, took one of the nipples into her mouth and sucked it lovingly, flicking the tip with her tongue until Dorothy Tilden moaned and squirmed, feeling her own nipples harden into tumescence.
"Play with mine, too, honey," Ella encouraged her.
And, seeing that Dorothy Tilden still hesitated, she reached behind her and removed her own bra, and then reached forward to embrace Matt Tilden's tall, honey-haired wife. Their naked bubbies mashed together in a sweet cohesion, and Dorothy Tilden moaned as Ella's tongue grew still more voracious in its amorous delving.
"Stretch out in bed so we can both be more comfy, sweetheart," Ella murmured.
Gently, she took Dorothy by the shoulders and drew the blonde down onto her back and then stretched over her, renewing once again the ardent French kissing. With a sobbing little gasp, the honey-haired matron convulsively locked her arms around Ella's bare back, and returned the kiss with avid interest.
"like it, Dottie?" Ella purred as she desisted from the kiss for a moment, her hands kneading the sides of Dorothy Tilden's erratically swelling bubbies.
"Oh, Ella. . what are you doing to me? Oh my God!" Dorothy Tilden moaned.
"Lift your ass a little, sweetheart. Let's get our panties off and really fuck," the brunette sexpot whispered. And as Dorothy Tilden obediently arched her hips from the bed, Ella's fingers swiftly yanked the nylon panties down to the blonde matron's hips, then, kneeling up a moment, fucked her own panties down and flung herself back down atop her tyro partner.
Once again her mouth attacked Dorothy's and her tongue drove between Dorothy's lips as her furry cunt began to grind against the dark-blonde mount beneath. Dorothy's eyes bulged, her arms convulsively squeezed Ella's bare back and her knees began to jerk and twist as Ella's fucking friction accelerated.
And then, twisting her mouth away from Ella's, she lifted her head and uttered a wild cry of abandon as her body quaked in the throes of hot, seething come.
At that moment, the bedroom door was flung open and Matt Tilden stood on the threshold. The little night-lamp on the bedside table was the only illumination, but it sufficed to show him those two entwined naked bodies on the bed.
"Well I'll be damned.... " he hoarsely ejaculated.
Then, yanking down his zipper and baring his swollen prick, he advanced to the bed, dealing Ella Courtnay a resounding smack on her bottom. As she yowled with pain and surprise, he growled, "Get off, and let a man do the work!"
Ella promptly rolled over, one had ruefully rubbing her flaming posterior. But she was smiling.
"Go to it, lover! I'm here to help, if you need a replacement," she encouraged.
"Matt ... you wouldn't dare! Ella, don't let him ...stop him! Oh, my god! Oh, Matt ...Ohhhhh!" Dorothy Tilden cried. For her husband had flung himself down atop her, and, hampered as her legs were by the still-clinging sheath of her lowered panties, she was unable to prevent his kneeling between them and thrusting in his prick with a single dig up to the balls inside her moist and quaking cunthole.
Then, his hands reaching under to grip the cheeks of her resilient ass,' he silenced her with his avid kiss and began to fuck her.
Jack Caspar's party was a huge success. Now there were no deterrents to the open formation of the Spanking Society, Ltd.