Chapter 7
Louise Anders almost collapsed on the floor. She did not care if it was hard and cold, compared to the bed, she was in the throes of sweet satisfaction, and she was still hot with desire.
"Mike," she gasped, when she saw the bronzed near-nude figure of her husband. "Come here-love me-and love me-"
May was so terrified, that as soon as she could gather together her senses, she stumbled out of bed and crouched in a corner of the small room. Mike Anders had barged through the adjoining door, his face flushed with a strange expression. He glanced at naked May, taking in her mauled breasts, the still quivering hips, and the obvious proof of the sweet passion that had been shared in a lesbos love.
Would he beat her up? May shivered in terror. She knew that any husband who caught his wife in bed with another man would be without mercy in punishing both of them!
What would be a man's reaction if he discovered his wife was a lesbian-and barged in just when they were finished with their lesbian adventures?
"Hurry, Louise."
Strange! Mike Anders was not the least bit vengeful He gave scant attention to May. Instead, he now helped Louise from the floor and put her on the bed. In a moment, he had gripped the elastic band of her panties, started to peel them down her soft hips. He did it nervously, his head bobbing down to kiss Louise's breasts, to seize her nipple between both lips, then to bite down hard.
When the panties were peeled down around Louise's ankles, she jerked her hips to kick them off. At the same time, curly haired Mike unloosened his towel and let it slither down his masculine thighs. In bronzed nudity, he was like a magnificent Grecian statue.
May, hovering in a corner of the room, her conical breasts moist with anticipation over what she now knew was going to be a bizarre act, did not know whether to run away-or watch!
May saw the smooth ripple of Mike's handsome musculature; his shoulders were broad; his chest was deep with rocky crevices of development. His upper torso was shaped like a V, then narrowed down to masculine flanks, lean, but powerful with the lance of poised vigor in its dark scabbard, glistening with droplets of moisture.
There was a strange whisper as he moved his masculine flanks, kneeling on the bed beside Louise who was moaning softly, caressing him, making him twitch because she ex-pored him intimately.
"Now, Mike-now, my dearest." Her voice was filled with nervous anxiety. "I can't wait any longer...."
Mike savored every bit of it. His teeth flashed as he smiled softly. "You let me wait-I was watching through the keyhole-damn near drove me wild...."
He was watching? May was stunned! Mike had been watching the way the two of them bit the apple of Sappho and savored its juicy nectar in forbidden delight! Was Louise aware of it?
"I know-I know-" Louise forgot about May. Now she was solely concerned with her own sorely needed gratification. "I couldn't end it too fast. I wanted as much as possible." She reached out and touched Mike until he squirmed out of her reach.
"Not just yet," he said cruelly. "I'll make you beg for it." But he knew, too, that he was so charged up with stallion powers, he could not control himself.
May could hardly believe what she heard. It was as though she were a spectator in an audience, watching a play unfold before her. The portrayers had forgotten her. But May could not forget this. She would never forget this play of real life.
It was real.
It was RAW!
May watched as Mike Anders then picked up the moist panties. He held the silky puddle in the palms of both hands. He started to kiss the panties. Burying his handsome face in the smoky swirls, he loved the panties. At the same time, he managed to stand up. His strong thighs parted. There was a suspicious twitch of his athletic flanks and his breathing became hard and heavy.
Again, he moved toward the bed. This time, he knelt on the floor. His broad, athletic chest appeared above the bed from his kneeling position. Still holding the panties to his face, he reluctantly pulled himself away from this weird absorption. His eyes were glazed, liquid pools of heady passion. His handsome face was flushed. Each breath brought a powerful ripple to his chiselled pectoral muscles; his thick biceps kept bulging and loosening.
He kissed Louise, ever so softly on the mouth, then let his tongue make a trail between her breasts. She quivered, moaned, gasped. She was burning up. She had to be squelched-or she would explode!
Mike deliberately drew out the agonizing suspension. He teased her by tickling her breasts with the silky panties. Then he kissed her lower tummy.
As May watched, transfixed with astonishing amazement, she felt her own vigor stirring anew. But since she was not a participant, she could do little else but watch!
Mike now kissed Louise where she wanted to be kissed. "I love it," she gave a half-shriek. "I love it!"
Suddenly, Louise's sleek legs leaped up into the air. Her thighs were jerked apart by an unseen power. In that instant, Mike Anders gave her merciful release. He was like a probing asp, digging deep, while stroking her buttocks, caressing the sleek resilience of the flesh that was moist but as smooth as velvet-as white velvet!
Louise's breast bobbed around wildly. Oddly enough, they did not appear to excite Mike. He was more fascinated with the power he had to stimulate Louise-stimulate her in a forbidden manner.
Then, as the soft, moaning cries subsided, Mike withdrew. He had been kneeling on the floor, all along. He stood up shakily. He kept flicking his tongue over his wet lips. Suddenly, he stared at May, He discovered her!
May wanted to scream. Would Mike Anders turn into a brutal beast? There was no foretelling the weird response of these perverted creatures of lust. She knew she was defenseless. But Louise ... wouldn't she top Mike? She did appear to have a strange, almost domineering power over him.
Mike made no move to come toward May. He stared at her; breathing heavily, every muscle in his powerful body being brought into athletic play. He held up the silky soft panty, rubbed it across his broad chest. Then the panty went lower and....
... a glazed expression came over the young athlete. He nearly stumbled a few times, but his strong legs kept him firm on the floor. He was completely exposed in bronzed nakedness-with both lean thighs ajar.
The silky panty kissed his turgid flesh. He made a soft smile. His handsome, almost boyish face, was screwed up with suppressed desires. Now he used both hands to rub himself with the silky panty ... rubbing himself so intimately that he began to shiver.
His rock hard body erupted into a series of spasmodic twitches. Mike kept reeling on the balls of his feet, but he remained standing-and he kept looking at May-as if-as if he got a vicarious thrill out of disporting his own body before the girl. This was his wild way of getting his equally wild thrills.
He opened his mouth, gasped deeply. Then his chest became huge in powerful expansion. He made a few thrusts. Suddenly, he emitted a gasp, following with a few choked sounds. Again and again, his loins twitched and he kept rocking back and forth. A strange expression of ecstasy came over his face. There was one more sharp gasp and then the tremors began to subside. He slowly turned tranquil and calm again.
"Whew!" he gasped, almost falling against the wall in order to maintain his balance.
May wanted to sob out. She did not know whether to cry, to laugh, to get sick ... very sick. To be exposed to such unnatural activities all within the space of just a few days, was much too much for her.
Dazed May watched as Louise Anders roused herself, sat up on bed; the soft slopes of her curvaceous back were smooth and pink in the diffused light. Now she stood up. There were crease marks on the milky thighs. She put her arm around Mike. For a moment they regarded each other, then they kissed.
When they parted, Louise Anders took the silky panties that were still clutched by her young husband. He had not even bothered to put them aside after his shameless act-and in full view of both May and Louise. Mike experienced a few shivers as Louise laughingly teased him, knowing his sensitive spots. Then she held the panties in one hand. Linking their arms together, they turned and walked out of May's room, their flanks moving sensuously in a strange rhythm.
May was alone.