Chapter 6
Randi had a hard time sleeping that night. Not that she wasn't plenty tired. She dearly welcomed the idea of a deep, peaceful sleep following her hectic, lusty afternoon entertaining Pete and Joyce. But the rest her body craved couldn't match the worries that plagued her mind. It was bad enough that Roger was in a horse's ass of a mood, but she also found herself worrying what kind of treatment Grace Denson would give the club's first swinger couple.
Grace had been anything but overjoyed to arrive at the club a little after seven to take up her duties for the evening shift. Randi's cause for concern was evident almost immediately when, in a light, harmless way, Pete had suggested that Grace join he and Joyce in the dining room for a topless meal. Grace's reaction had been utter repulsion expressed in a vocal outrage demeaning and insulting to the club's charter guests.
Roger had tried in his shy, fumbling way to smooth over the incident, but he, too, had turned stony silent when Randi eagerly dined topless with the paying guests.
It was now well past midnight and Roger was still harping on her shocking behavior. Randi sighed and tried for the countless time to appeal to his pragmatic business sense in explaining her action.
"Roger, this is foolish," she snapped, sitting up in bed and bracing her head and shoulders against the headboard. "It was you and Horace who dreamed up this little venture in the first place, remember? I was the one who got the cold glares and hurt looks because I questioned the move. Well, now that we've taken the plunge, I'm getting shit on for trying to make the damn thing work"
"You're missing the point and you know it," Roger argued. "It was never planned for my wife to leap into the activities of these people and sit with them in the dining room with her tits hanging out. Horace and I didn't plan this venture so you could become a whore."
"I resent that," Randi snapped back angrily. "So I took off my blouse. Big fucking deal. They really wanted Grace to do it, but she suddenly got virginal. How's that for taking care of business?"
"The business means nothing if it means you have to be degraded," Roger said. "I will not tolerate my wife lounging around the club half nude just to please the demented whims of some sex perverts."
"So we just sit back and let the club go under. Is that it?" Randi said, more determined than ever to cut through her husband's hypocritical attitude.
"Don't pretend with me, Randi," he said, a more savage edge in his tone. "I saw you tonight. You were having a great time slinking around with your tits hanging out, flirting with that couple. I never saw you so happy?"
"I was enjoying the company," she replied. "It was the first meal I've had lately where everything wasn't so damn serious and earthshaking. It was great just to eat and talk about happy things. And, to sit there with my jugs showing along with the redhead's, was a bit exciting and stimulating. But you wouldn't know anything about that lately!"
"Then you admit the whole thing wasn't purely business," Roger retorted. "You didn't do it for any noble reason like to save the club. You were interested in a cheap thrill."
"Well, maybe I'm entitled to a few thrills here and there," she snapped. "You sure haven't been willing to provide any." She started to say more but the shouting was getting worse and reason was quickly giving way to emotions. Nothing, she knew, would get accomplished if this continued except that Roger would again storm out of the bedroom and sleep on the sofa in the den.
"I'll stay away from the club if that's what you want," she said before he could respond to her latest verbal arrow.
"That won't solve anything and you know it," he said, his surly tone softening slightly. "We can't afford to hire extra staff help right now. I need you there, but goddammit, I feel as if I'm letting a kid loose in a candy store!"
Randi chuckled at his statement even though the topic was serious and his anger and resentment still raged just beneath his surface.
"Three more couples are due tomorrow," he continued, his voice growing softer as he spoke. "It will be our first regular day of operation and all of us, the Denson's included, should be there to iron out any bugs that develop. There's so much that Horace and I could have overlooked and not planned for."
In spite of the heated conversation, she couldn't help feeling sympathy for Roger as he recounted his worries and problems. She was, after all, his wife and partner. His concerns were hers and she didn't shy away from that responsibility now. She reached out and tenderly stroked his arm.
"Things will go smoothly," she said. "The whole purpose for today's limited schedule was to work out any problems and things went without a hitch. Tomorrow will be fine."
"I hope you're right," he said.
"God, you're tense, Roger," she said soothingly. "Sit up here and let me rub your neck and shoulders."
"You're right about Grace," he said, shifting his position on the bed, enabling her to press her strong fingers into the tightly-coiled muscles of his neck and shoulders. "She's a prude. Horace doesn't think she'll be a problem when the money starts rolling in. I've got my doubts."
"Horace will just have to handle her." Randi said, massaging over his upper back, working to ease the tension gripping the area. "She can't be allowed to insult guests of the dub regardless of how much money she and Horace kick in."
"Maybe if you try being nicer to her," Roger suggested through a mild groan, responding finally to Randi's massage.
Randi choked off a heated reply, not wishing to rekindle their squabble. Instead, she slowly dipped her massaging fingers lower on Roger's back, feeling the tension gradually ease his muscles. She listened as his breathing steadied, then leaned forward and lightly kissed the side of his neck.
"What you and Horace are doing with the club is going to save it," she whispered into his ear. "You'll see for yourself in a few days. Things are going to be fine. And, don't worry about me getting along with Grace. The difference between her and me is that I will put business first. You can count on me, Roger."
He sighed deeply and mumbled, "That's good, angel." He slumped slightly against her as she continued to rub his back.
The warmth and weight of his body made her cunt lips flutter, and she smiled. She took her lusty reaction as a good sign. At least Roger still excited her without even trying. Right now, she would take any small indication of underlying passion as a comforting hope for the future of her marriage.
She slipped her hands around his waist and rubbed his chest and stomach. She spread her thighs, making it possible for him to lean back fully on her. She daringly flicked her fingertips against the waistband of his pajama bottoms and he stirred, settling back against her.
She peeked a series of tiny kisses over the top of his right shoulder and tried to determine if he was drifting off to sleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing continued in the same steady, quiet pace. When she dipped her roaming fingers again down to his elastic waistband, he blinked open his eyes and she felt a sudden tension flex through his back and arms.
"No, no, darling," she cooed in a whispered breath. "Just relax. Don't do a thing. I'll do all the work. Let me get rid of all your tension and stress."
He replied with a deep sigh as Randi gently eased herself out from behind him and assisted as he stretched flat out on the bed. She traced delicate fingertips over his hairy chest, making swirling motions around his manly tits until the tiny buds pointed up into hard little darts. She proceeded slowly, cautiously, so as not to turn him off with any aggressive foreplay. She didn't know how far he would let her go, but for the moment, she was happy to be rubbing his naked chest. It was their most intimate act in the last several days and Randi was anxious to keep it going for as long as possible.
When she thought Roger had finally fallen asleep, she ran her fingertips lightly down over his flat stomach, careful not to tickle him. She suddenly wished that she had some of the lotion she had used in the afternoon on Pete and Joyce, but there was no way she was going to spoil the moment by getting out of bed. She had progressed this far, she reasoned, and she didn't want to jinx her next planned move.
She deftly slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms and felt the bristled curls of the upper part of his code patch. She swished her digits through the male bush while gently prying the pajama slacks down, exposing the area she was fingering. He stirred slightly and moaned softly, but his eyes remained closed even though she doubted that he was in deep sleep.
Randi swung her right leg over Roger's thighs and straddled him as she delicately gripped the pajama waistband and tugged them down over his slim hips. She did nothing else for several seconds except gaze at his soft, sleeping pecker. The limp hose was resting in the midst of his thick crotch forest. As she stared at it, it moved slightly like an uncoiling snake.
She rubbed her finger and hands up and down on the tops of his thighs, being careful not to touch his sensitive, slowly growing cock. As she worked, she kept her eyes locked on the fascinating sight of his prick ballooning. Big purple veins became prominent on the surface of his shiny stalk as his dick filled to half its capacity.
Her nipples tingled and hardened while her clit started to throb between her juicing cunt lips. But as her lust grew, Randi struggled to ignore the arousal attacking her body. Tonight, she decided, was going to be devoted entirely to Roger and giving him pleasure. She wanted to give him an unselfish night of release as if, for nothing else, to prove to him that she was still very much his wife and that she was willing to please.
When she could resist no longer, she cupped his balls in the palms of both hands and gently fondled their ripe fullness. This action caused his dick to immediately thrust into its full hardness and she appraised it with open awe as it jutted straight and rocket-like from the nest of bristled cock hair. Roger's was truly a powerful looking instrument and a shudder quaked over her as she admired its rigid length and impressive thickness.
Her steamy cunt juice flowed now unabated, drenching her quivering pink cunt curtained lips. The heat from his balls was adding to her arousal, but Randi persisted in her effects to administer only to Roger and his swollen cock.
Slowly, she eased her hands off Roger's nuts and ringed them around the flared base of his bulbous fuck-knob. She squeezed tightly, choking the bulging shaft and thrilling at the sight of his waxy white dome throbbing from the pressure. His huge dickhead seemed to expand and swell to even greater dimensions as she glided her gripping hands all the way down the engorged shaft to the thick, hairy base. The thickness of his dick-root caused her hands to stretch just to keep her grip firm, but she welcomed the test.
She steadied her grip on his pulsating cock-root and ducked her face over the conical knob. The delirious network of bulging veins spiraled every which way around the king-size stalk, inspiring Randi to quickly soothe this massive boner with her hot tongue. She closed her lips around his fuckknob and flicked her tongue-tip over the shiny surface, scorching strokes and licks against the spongy region.
She heard her husband groan as he twitched his hips, squirming them against the mattress while she heated up the attack of her tongue on his dickhead. She used her lips to eagerly nibble at the swollen head, teasing it with gentle, stinging snaps. As she worked, his entire cock started to tremble, threatening to force her interlocked fingers off his dickroot.
Then, his groans deepened and his eyes blinked open as he started humping his ass up and down on the bed. Randi squealed a delighted cry as she met the gingerly thrust of his ass by taking the fall, rich engorged chunk of dickhead into her mouth. She sucked it hard, then ringing the top of his shaft with her lips, she skated her tongue around the knob and dabbed into the slit.
Roger's bucking intensified and Randi reacted by licking her tongue up and down the underside ridge of his pulsating pecker. This brought gyrating shivers over the length of Roger's body as Randi hung on for dear life, clamping her mouth tightly around his pumping fuck-pole and squeezing her knees against his thighs, riding him like a bronco.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible and took every inch of his huge peter inside, feeling it nudge her throat. She felt another shudder course through his flanks and she dropped her hands to his balls in time to feel them tighten to the breaking point. As she slurped on his delicious fuck-meat, she couldn't resist the urge to rock back and forth over his thighs, igniting wonderful friction throughout her wet pussy. It took very few grinds before she climaxed, spewing her nectar out over her quivering cunt lips and jarring her senses with delightful ecstasy.
In the meantime, Roger was fucking her mouth wildly, stirring his horny cock inside the hot, gripping lips, sawing it in and out with such a joyous friction that his moans had long since become guttural cries of passionate glee.
In the next instant, Randi felt his stomach when it went rigid, then contracted three or four short, quick jolts. Jets of his hot, thick wad shot into her mouth and down her throat like a raging sea of creamy lava. She gulped the fluid frantically, swallowing the load eagerly, managing to savor its rich, salty taste even as it pumped unendingly into her mouth.
When the gushing jizz finally slowed, she coaxed more of it out by flicking her tongue against the base of his dick, tickling the top of his ball sac with her bottom lip. His spunk tasted so damn good that she hated to see it slow to a trickle, but she didn't let that stop her from sucking even harder on his spitting cock, milking his balls completely dry.
She even continued her sucking and tonguing long after the jism had stopped coming. She was sorry to feel his pecker wither slightly inside her churning mouth, but she pumped up and down on it anyway, drawing out the lusty experience. She munched on his wilting stalk even though his current squirming, she figured, was more an attempt to escape her mouth than any feelings of ecstasy.
"No more, Randi," he said in a raspy tone, gently patting her ass with his hand. "I'm drained."
She gave his dong a final hard suck then reluctantly let it slip from between her lips. She flashed a smile at him and licked a drop of his spunk from her lush, red lips. "Now, that's what I call a good midnight snack."
Roger grinned up at her sheepishly. "Well, angel, your methods are sometimes far-out, but I think you've settled me down enough so that I can get a good night sleep."
"I'm glad," she said softly, easing down on him and resting her head on his chest. "I'm glad, honey,"
It was long after he had gone to sleep before Randi's charged-up senses allowed her the same luxury. As she finally started to doze, she smacked her lips in an expression of semi-satisfaction. At least she had atoned for enjoying such wild sex in the afternoon without Roger's knowledge of consent. And, she told herself, maybe she had also earned a little freedom to sample some other delights tomorrow.
With that hopeful thought in mind, Randi fell into peaceful sleep, her right hand gently cradling Roger's limp cock.