Chapter 1
Martin C. Gebhart looked at his wife, Louisa. She was beautiful, magnetically desirable, a woman so sensual in her appeal that Marty sometimes wondered how he was lucky enough to be married to her. He knew that if he had not been a phenomenal success in his chosen work that he would never have met, much less married, such a beautiful and charming woman.
Now, his success was suddenly threatened. Now Marty knew his entire future could depend on what happened the next night at his party for the money men and the men who could persuade the money men. His career might be suddenly washed away. The tension was getting to him. Louisa, his young, beautiful, passionately adoring wife, the supple bodied professional dancer, would keep him going until the next night. She would keep him going by her very presence, by her body, her all-consuming desire for his body.
Marty slid his arm around her waist. His hands and fingers gloried in the silkiness of her flesh beneath the sheer pink peignoir. The closeness, the building desire for her body, almost overwhelmed him. He hungered for the special and sometimes unusual fillips that she put into her lovemaking. But at the same time, Louisa's techniques and fierce attention to detail in sexual acts sometimes scared him.
Dressed and in public, everything about her oozed gracious living and elegance. She was poised and drew people to her with charm, personality--and, yes, pure, raw sex appeal!
It was strange, Marty thought, although his breathing was reflecting his own reaction to the feel of her wonderful body, that he and Louisa were opposites in so many ways. She radiated a quality of absolute calm, complete serenity. Nothing seemed to disturb the inner tranquility of her life. Louisa was one of New York's most famous dancers (with such beautiful legs, the perfectly formed ankles and calves, no sign of muscular thighs, only shapely fullness, unless she was dancing a difficult number requiring a lot of muscular strain), but she never displayed the temperament and moodiness attributed to so many people in show business.
Louisa danced more because she liked to than from any kind of need for income. Since the ultimately death of her wealthy parents, she was well-fixed financially. Marty was quite aware that if her career suddenly floundered (as his had) and then failed completely (as he was trying desperately to prevent), she could care less. Uneasily, Marty wondered if she felt the same way about their martial relationship. She wanted him now. She was teasing and coaxing him. Would she still feel that way about him if-he failed completely?
Louisa looked even more urgently appealing when she slipped from his arms and lay on the bed, stretching her body teasingly, her pale green eyes closing, her exciting body so tempting in repose. She moved a leg and the peignoir rose, barely covering her crotch. Marty's breath caught as he marveled at the raised curve of her pubic mound thrusting beneath the hem of the filmy garment.
That was the effect Louisa had on him. Marty was convinced that he would never tire of looking at her sexual parts, seeing her nude, the new thrills that she brought to every act of their love-making. He began to rub the inside of her leg. His fingers sank deliciously into the softness of her white flesh. Louisa responded to his sensuous touch by moving her legs slightly apart-letting him see just a bit of her vaginal lips and the pubic hairs that excited him so.
It was difficult for Marty to make decisions at times like that. His eyes took in the view of her half-exposed crotch, her beautifully formed pussy. And then it was the silken sheen of her thigh that attracted his attention. The flesh was so tender, so warm. As he stroked upward, there was the slightly moist feeling of her top inner thighs. Finally, the tips of his fingers were almost touching the swollen, pouting, already wet lips of her vulva ("My cunt.. . my very own," he liked to whisper at those times Louisa took him to the absolute heights of passion!).
As Marty moved his fingers in a slow, titillating massage, his eyes stared at the faint mark his hand was creating on her flesh. Under the pressure of his fingers, four red weals appeared. They faded as his hand moved on, but then he pressed more urgently into her thigh and the marks on her white flesh remained longer. He felt a certain surge of passion, caused, undoubtedly, by the cruel or sadistic symbolism of the contrast between the white beauty of Louisa's flesh against reddish weals of his impressions.
As if responding in a harmlessly masochistic way to her husband's temporary indentations of her flesh, Louisa wriggled her body sensuously, causing the muscles of her legs to alternately stiffen and relax. At once, Marty slipped his other hand beneath her knee and slowly raised it, then stroked down the fullness of Louisa's under-thigh. He caressed the plumpness of her ass and let his fingers remain there-curling into the exciting foothills of her pubic hair.
"What about our reservations at '21' for dinner?" Louisa whispered low, her tone husky. Even her voice made Marty respond, stirring an impulse within him to almost take her by force, to savagely "throw" his hard prick into the soft, juicy sweetness of her "magic cunt."
"They'll hold them for us," he said, his breath short. "We have an hour and ten minutes until we're due there anyway. Let them wait!"
Marty was preoccupied, squeezing the round flesh between his fingers, feeling it give voluptuously. "You should relax a little, darling," she whispered huskily. "I know how to make you get rid of your tension . . . your anxiety.. . . "
Her verbal invitations were sometimes the exciting difference between Louisa and any other girl he had been with in bed (before his marriage). Marty immediately wriggled up on the bed until he was lying right beside her. With his right hand under her thigh, he cradled her head with the other and brought her mouth to his trembling lips.
Marty kissed them fiercely, pushing his mouth onto hers and immediately driving his tongue through their lips. It met against the pearly sleekness of her teeth, but she immediately parted them so that he could penetrate more deeply and wrap their tongues together in a frantic oral frenzy!
Louisa began to make breathy sounds, pressing her lips tightly against his and sliding them seductively from side to side. Her excited tongue flipped in and out of his mouth, tapped against his teeth, quivering and temptingly. Marty felt the tongue urging to penetrate him as fully as possible, and he removed his own tongue from her mouth to give Louisa more freedom to explore him as intimately as she wished.
Louisa had her techniques. They varied, but they were all highly effective. She made her tongue revolve in a slow, tantalizing action around his lips, circling the fleshy and sensitive inside of his mouth, poking behind his teeth with liquid speed and wanton deliberateness.
Marty could not take too much of her non-genital teasing. He pulled her sharply against him, turning her on her side until he could feel the firm thrusts of her breasts on his chest. Her body strained wildly against his, the hard pubic mound pressing and caressing his hard cock!
With one hand on her shoulders, Marty let the other slide gradually down the silk of her back. His fingers teased downward until they felt the base of Louisa's spine and the globelike swell of her buttocks. The peignoir ended there, like the tops of a pair of baby dolls, pushed up so that the full expanse of each pliable cheek was exposed to his view and feel.
Immediately, Marty slid his fingers onto the warm orbs of her ass. The cheeks were relaxed and wobbled slightly as his hand roamed over them. He cupped and raised the lovely white globes, moving in turn from one to the other. Louisa breathed sighs into his mouth. She caressed the back of his neck, running her long fingers up and down the sensitive nape and into his hair.
Marty eased his other hand down to Louisa's buttocks and massaged both cheeks tenderly. He opened and closed them, explored them with his fingers. Louisa's tongue was still in his mouth, still twisting sexily around and provoking him with its ceaseless, wet tease.
Impulsively, Marty pushed a forefinger into the deep cleavage of her ass, running it with slow deliberation up and down the warm, slightly moist valley. It slid over the small crater of her anus, and then continued to the wet, hot hole of her cunt. He then retracted his path, once, twice, three times.. . .
Louisa gave out with a deep sigh, took her tongue from his mouth, and looked at her husband with a slumberous, languorous expression of desire. Marty turned over on his back as she pressed her fingers into his hip. His hands fell away from her buttocks, and he let them rest at his side. Louisa held his eyes in a steady stare, locking them hypnotically to hers as she repositioned herself. Finally, she kneeled over his body with her peignoir opening at its neckline and her hands working feverishly at the belt of his trousers.
She never took her eyes from his as she slowly unzipped his fly and pulled down his trousers until he could kick them out of the way. Through the brief, black shorts, Marty's prick rose lustfully. Its crown, with the sharply pointed head, was clearly outlined beneath the tight silk. Louisa retraced the path of her hands up his bare legs, and stroked persuasively and firmly, keeping her fingers on the inside of his thighs and rubbing meaningfully into the muscular flesh. It was exciting to her.
The twin melons of Louisa's breasts were in full view of Marty's hungry eyes. They swayed gently as her body moved, hanging with ripe firmness. The tips were a thick, deep red where the nipples had already begun to stiffen. She began to massage the area of his thigh right below his crotch, her skillful fingers kneading the flesh in a beautifully sensuous series of strokes. Her hands were very slowly moving towards the thick protuberance of Marty's cock, which was now quivering strongly under the erotic restraint of his silken shorts.
When Marty finally felt that he would go crazy with frustration, Louisa allowed only her fingertips to brush against the stiff cock. The light touch sent it pulsing more violently than ever. As Louisa ran her forefinger quickly up and down the tender underside, he was hard put to control himself: with all his strength he wanted to rip the shorts right off and give his wife his cock. But Marty was also a glutton for the preliminaries to the sex act, just as Louisa was. In this case, she was the teasing sadist, and he, the passive masochist.
Marty forced himself to remain still and allow his wife's imaginations to take over the foreplay and point of penetration. It was never exactly the same with Louisa. He thought about that as she bent over him more closely and breathed lightly over his naked belly, the sparse hairs responding with gentle motion.
Louisa's hands gave away the fact that she was teasing herself too, as they darted downward and moved intimately over his covered penis and examined the outline of his balls. But she had still made no attempt to pull the silk briefs down. Marty tensed and untensed the muscles of his back, writhing his hips in an attempt to make her hurry. Louisa blew a sweet but highly frustrating loss at him. Her lips, puckered and wet, then swooped down suddenly to the head of his engorged cock, closing around the hard, throbbing corona and sucking hquidly through the thin silk which separated the stiff penis from her lips. Marty closed his eyes tightly!
Could he take it? The sensation of those soft, womanly lips on his cock was heaven! The steady pull of her mouth sent a violent surge of sexual pleasure coursing throughout his body. Her fingers were holding the lower half of his cock steady. She squeezed the hard stem, almost released it, then immediately squeezed with much more force and determination.
Marty was beside himself! He could feel her wonderful teeth nibbling softly at his penis, biting with the pleasure-pain sensation until his organ jumped around in her mouth. Louisa drew harder and harder on it. She literally soaked the material of his brief shorts as her saliva dribbled helplessly over her pursed lips. Working slowly, Louisa made the next step. She easily slipped one finger beneath his shorts and started to fondle his naked balls.
She stroked around and around the most tender parts, insistently and unrelentingly. Marty squirmed in delighted agony, the agony of ecstasy. And then her determined finger tickled up higher. Soon, Marty felt Louisa's sharp fingernail sliding over the base of his balls, making them jiggle from side to side and itch with a maddening, lustful irritation!
They both tried to control themselves, force themselves from breathing too heavily and letting go. She lifted his shorts away, raising them so that his balls were bared but his prick still encased in the black silk. His garment was so wet by now that Marty could feel Louisa's lips and teeth against his cock as if they were unhindered by any obstacle.
Louisa seemed to sense that now was a ripe time for her to bare his prick and suck it properly. She dragged the right side of his shorts up, briefly relinquished her hold on his penis, and let the fiery red rod burst into view. Although Marty's eyes were hot and misty, he saw through a pink haze that Louisa was licking her lips, savoring the promise of wrapping them around his nude prick. She tugged the brief shorts into his crotch and Marty felt its taut-ness biting into his flesh.
The shaft was now completely naked. The long, wide cock twitched from side to side as if being buffeted by a heavy wind. He raised his hand, the one closest to Louisa's crouching body, and slipped it into the top of her peignoir. He let his fingers cup the warmth of her breast from beneath. He pressed the soft flesh gently, then flattened his hand and pushed it upward, squashing the globe against her chest. The stiffening nipple burned into his hand and he brought his thumb and forefinger around it and squeezed very hard.
His sudden desire to take the hard nipple into his mouth and suck deeply and strongly, was expelled by an even more exquisite sensation! Louisa had taken his cock into her mouth, but rather than secure her lips around it, she had kept them open! His prick felt like it was in a steam room, as she forced the warm air from deep in her throat upon it!
Louisa became more absorbed in her work when she started to lick over and over on the crown, her tongue lapping in quick, feverish motions. Marty tightened his hold on her breast and clenched his fingers ruthlessly around the inflamed nipple. He wanted to be able to force Louisa to quit teasing and to suck his cock, make her mouth a cunt!
There was a strange gurgling noise when she finally gave in and tightened her mouth about the thickness of his prick and began to chew and suck slightly at the hard meat. Marty relaxed, the steady rhythm of her sucking lulling him into a pleasant, drowsy intoxication. His tension was easing away, and he was calmed from the anxieties of his career, his future. And with the even, regular strokes of her talented lips, the full and inspiring lips, Louisa brought him to a peacefully sensuous state that left him floating in air.
Louisa's mind paused in its indigenous enjoyment of Marty's throbbing cock to wonder again at the curious effect this form of love-making had upon him. Most men would grow wildly excited to have a beautiful woman fondle and suck at their cocks, to feel the sucking and licking at the meat with the expertise she knew was hers alone. Most men would be in a frenzy of mad passion, fucking her mouth as it it were a pussy, only so much more intimate and exciting.
Why, she wondered, would Marty grow more and more passive-first very highly filled with lust, then passive, content to he there and submit to the treatment without going mad with lust? There was certainly no doubt that he enjoyed it. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. He wore an expression of bliss; a steady, dreamy smile on his lips.
Why? And also why could Louisa never induce her husband, no matter how hard she tried, to shoot his delicious load of come right into her mouth? He absolutely refused her this pleasure, always removing his cock from her mouth when he could take it no more, and turning around to fuck her in the conventional way. Louisa longed and hungered desperately to taste his semen. She wanted to feel the rich, foamy fluid gush into her mouth and slide down over her tongue so that she could gulp and swallow that wonderful liquid.
Marty was the only man that Louisa had ever sucked, and she had found the sucking of cock more than enjoyable. But it seemed that the only way she would ever be able to taste a full load of come, would be to have an affair with another man. Promiscuity was rife among those in show business, yet neither of them had ever taken a lover. Louisa kept trying to tell herself that it was a small and unimportant thing. She would try to satisfy herself by the few juice buds she could extract while sucking his cock for long periods.
Louisa could not convince herself of this, however. She still longed for the fleshy taste of his cock, the rich, firm meat. It was so beautiful to have it in, her mouth. And how much more wonderful it would be to have her mouth flooded with his white come!
It was such a wonderful feeling. She ran her tongue more quickly around the ridge of Marty's foreskin-gliding it wetly over the vulnerable spots and wishing and daring to hope that this time he would be forced to shoot his come in her mouth before he could withdraw! But Marty was suddenly aroused and aware. He sat up abruptly on the bed and grabbed Louisa's upper arm, dragging her face cruelly away from his pulsating cock.
Louisa's mind almost blacked out from frustration for a moment. Her mouth, her body, cried for the pleasure, the beautiful pleasure, that had been so quickly snatched away from her. Her body trembled. Her emotions were so confused that, for just a split second, she felt like jumping up from the bed and refusing to let him fuck her. But the urge in her cunt was too intense to be allayed by spite or revenge.
Louisa immediately allowed him to sprawl on top of her and impale his rigid prick between her soft thighs. She clawed at his back with her fingernails, scratched at the shaft as he began to lever his cock directly into her soaking cunt.
"Oh, darling! Kiss me!" she gasped. "Kiss me!"
Marty obeyed, crushing his mouth against hers and thrusting his tongue violently into her at the same time his prick entered the tight slit of her cunt. In turn, Louisa raised her legs, lifting them and driving her ankles into the small of his back. Marty eased his throbbing rod fully into Louisa, his beautiful Louisa, and he felt the wetness of her slippery, rubbery walls grab at his prick and suck it tighter into the thick channel of her vagina.
It was Marty's turn for raw passion now as he began to fuck her relentlessly, sliding his prick fiercely in and out of her hot, gluey hole. The friction seemed to draw his sperm remorselessly and involuntarily from the depth of his balls.
Louisa had reached her climax almost the moment Marty's cock invaded her cunt. She was wet and sticky, the depths of her pussy bathed in love-juices. She had felt his semen begin to erupt, the boiling fat starting to spurt into her in long spasms. She wanted so much to hold him back, to delay his coming in some way. She wanted more, so much more of his fucking!
Marty, however, had lost control. He had been brought to the brink of orgasm for so long that when he felt his sensate cock sliding between the juicy lips of his wife's cunt, he could manage no more than a few strokes before his climax was upon him and he burst loose, letting open the floodgates to discharge his load of come.
He had felt for her breast, once more pinching her hard red nipple between his fingers. He had twitched his loins frantically in an abandoned, fucking rhythm. And he had launched his sperm-jets with all the power and fury he could.
His sperm had gushed into Louisa's cunt in four, hard, lengthy spasms. And she had clenched her buttocks tightly, holding his prick in the vice-grip of her vagina for as long as she could. All too soon, however, Marty's cock slackened and began to withdraw. Louisa fought back the waves of frustration, the mounting despair at having her pleasure terminated so abruptly.
Louisa was well aware that it happened that way because Marty had become overexcited in the early stages of foreplay and had been unable to control himself. At other times, he had been a very beautiful lover. Even though he would not give her his come to swallow, he was usually able to fuck her to several orgasms. The trouble tonight was with the supper reservation at "21", which was to celebrate her upcoming birthday in advance of the trip to Mexico, the "working" vacation.
A strange feeling overtook Louisa as she lay there beside her naked and exhausted husband. Something was going to happen, she felt, that would change things a great deal. She saw a vision of an old high-school girl friend being fucked by Marty!
And then Louisa laughed out loud at her own private thoughts as she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. The whole idea was utterly depraved, fantastic, impossible! Or was it?
The erotic visions returned when she tried to go to sleep after much good food, wine and brandy at "21". But even Louisa's wildest fantasies nowhere near matched the realities that she was to know for the next few weeks. And it would begin the very next night.