Chapter 8
The return flight to New York after the two week working vacation, was like a voiceless nightmare for all four. Hardly a word, other than "pardon" (when the person on the inside seat wanted to get up) was spoken. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours and the journey seemed as speedy as a DC-3 might have made it, in comparison to the sleek jet in which they were traveling.
Once at home, Marty would walk out of the room any time that Louisa tried to speak to him. She went over and spent most of her time with Al and Susannah. At least, they understood.
And what brought about this sudden mood of silence, of bitterness and fury between Mr. and Mrs.
Martin C. Gebhart? It had happened during their last night in Acapulco. Marty was tense and nervous again, as he realized he had to go back to New York and face his future. He had managed to go to sleep at first without much trouble. But he woke up half an hour later to the sounds of laughing voices from Al and Susannah's room. And the extra female voice undoubtedly belonged to his wife, who was no longer in the bed beside him.
Within the next five minutes, Marty had heard all he needed to hear. He got out of bed, walked to the other bedroom, opened the door, and caught them in the act. His wife Louisa was sucking Al's prick while Susannah was sucking Louisa's asshole and had a hand around her right hip, fingering her clitoris.
As much as Marty tried to forget the entire event, there was no use. The picture remained indelibly imprinted in his mind. And although over a week had passed, Marty could not forget each detail as he paced the floor of the apartment, staring at the phone, daring it to ring. If he didn't hear something from one of the producers tonight, he would assume that the ungrateful adulterer and writer, Allenby Borden, had made his own arrangements.
Following Marty's initial outburst of rage and bitterness that last night in Acapulco, he felt himself sinking into a sullen apathy, a kind of inertia of the spirit. Actually, he thought later, the situation was ludicrous, an occasion for amusement rather than histrionics. The three of them looked so absurd, ridiculous, outrageous! If only he hadn't kept himself from becoming so furious at first, because in no time, he was able to view the situation with cold detachment.
Marty found that he had the capacity to divorce himself from the whole situation, cutting off any emotional involvement. It was true that he had worried in the past exactly what he would do if he ever caught Louisa in bed with another man. The idea of an abnormal threesome had never even occurred to him.
And now, he was able to view the whole thing impersonally. While the picture remained in his mind, it did not plague him any more. They seemed like characters in a play, totally without flesh and blood existence. The fact that one of them happened to be his wife only added to his curious feeling. His wife . . . Marty had examined again the tenuous bonds which were supposed to tie husband and wife together throughout their married life. He had never felt that way about Louisa-never felt at all possessive towards her.
Sooner or later, he supposed that something like that night in Acapulco would have occurred. What he hadn't anticipated was this deadness, this apathy about her infidelity.
She had quickly rushed to his side and told him that it was all part of her plan to keep Al on their side. Apparently she had some wild idea that if she seduced Al he would feel obliged to remain loyal to Marty (the poor, betrayed cuckold bit, Marty thought with wry amusement) and refuse to sell the play unless they agreed to his terms.
He was inclined to dismiss the story as an attempt to get round him: to cool his anger. Then, with amazement, Marty realized that Louisa actually believed what she was telling him!
She was rationalizing her desire for extramarital affairs by kidding herself that her seduction of Al would help her husband! Marty had been too surprised at this insight into Louisa's psychological make-up to tell her that she was contriving to influence a man whose behavior patterns were completely unknown to her.
Al wouldn't feel any additional loyalty to Marty because he'd fucked the man's wife! For God's sake, Marty thought, Louisa must have a crazy, romantic streak in her to believe for even one moment that such a thing was possible.
She could have been a bit more honest with herself and admitted that she was doing this simply because she wanted a different sex kick! But there could be no mistaking the surface honesty in Louisa's eyes. She really and truly believed that her little games with Susannah and Al weren't solely for her own pleasure.
Marty got up from his chair and mixed a drink: a double shot of whisky and a splash of soda water. He carried the glass to the window and sipped the contents slowly, looking out across the East River.
He turned away from the window. New York depressed him lately. Perhaps he'd seen too much of it and knew its inhabitants a little too well. Knew then-urge for constant diversion, their appetite for the sensational, their fickle and ethnic tastes.
His sociological expertise served him well in show business. His eyes and ears were attuned to the public's taste-Martin C. Gebhart had his finger firmly on the pulse of modern entertainment. He knew exactly how the pendulum swung. And in his choice and treatment of writer's he brought to the masses the very latest in styles, "daring" themes and topical plots.
It was beginning to bore him stiff.
He was tired of striking a balance between the real innovators-the truly creative but little known artists and writers whose worked he lifted-and the stale, middle-of-the-road hacks who churned out so much garbage.
He desperately wanted a change, a different way of life. Marty finished his drink and returned to his chair by the telephone. Armand Edwards should call at any moment now and tell him if he wanted the play or not. And despite his growing lack of enthusiasm, Marty was concerned about this particular project.
It represented more to him than just a chance to get his career on a better footing. Although Al had sworn to him (that night in the villa) that he wouldn't, under any circumstances, allow the play to be produced, unless Marty handled it, Marty knew that it meant far too much to the writer for him to make such a sacrifice.
If Edwards rang and said he wanted the play but was "terribly afraid old boy, that we don't think you're the man to handle Al and the promotion." . . . Marty had not the slightest doubt that Al would back out of his promises.
He was bloody certain, if their positions were reversed, that he would!
Edwards was their last chance. All the other producers had almost surely rejected the play. Whether it was the play, or whether they had heard about Al's close connection with Marty and that Marty had spoiled the man's chances simply by his association with him, Gebhart didn't know.
But Edwards, an old associate of Marty's and a fairly good friend, was noted for his liberal and farsighted attitude towards experimental plays. If he didn't like it they might as well tear the damned thing up!
If the play was accepted and he handled it, it would be easy to show them all that their stupid little scheming had nothing at all to do with his reinstatement.
Because Edwards had never met Allenby Borden, he had never, consequently, been in a position to bargain with the writer. Since this particular negotiation was going to be effected through Marty himself, they could hardly tell themselves that it was only thanks to Al's "loyalty" that Marty had got the job . . .
The phone rang suddenly. Although he was only a foot away from it, Marty let it shrill for a count of ten before picking up the receiver. The first lesson he had learned in this game was: don't appear to be too eager!
Edwards was on the line. They spoke for about ten minutes and when Marty said goodbye and put the phone down his hand was shaking violently. A wave of helpless laughter erupted from him, and he fell back into the chair convulsed with amusement.
When the initial spasm had worn off, Marty's eyes were watering. He mopped them up with a handkerchief and then paused, his hand still in front of his face, a sudden idea occurring to him. He smiled broader.
Why not? Why the hell not? And he began to elaborate the inspiration, his mind growing more and more excited as the details fitted neatly into place. The deal was wrapped up-all in his favor. Now, to have some fun with it.. .
They sat uncomfortably as far away from each other as possible, avoiding contact and reluctant to allow even their eyes to meet. This was the first occasion since their return from vacation that the four of them had met, and nobody seemed to know how the stilted atmosphere could be broken.
Only Marty seemed perfectly at ease. He poured drinks and passed them round, a smile hovering constantly about his lips, chatting as if the Mexican incident had never happened.
Without telling them of the phone call from Armand Edwards, he had invited Al and Susannah to cocktails, letting them assume that he was going to castigate them for their immoral behavior. They had scarcely talked at all, except concerning the play.
On their return, Louisa had tried many times to convince Marty that she had only done it for him, but he cut her short-rejecting her explanation and declining to listen to her at all.
Now, he leaned against the low mahogany sideboard and regarded them benevolently. Marty raised his glass.
"To Mr. Edwards and his angels!" he proposed. "Very intelligent people!"
Al came to his feet quickly. "You mean they liked the play?" he asked excitedly. "They've accepted it?
God-that's marvelous, Marty. Terrific! When did they tell you? I thought they were going to-"
Marty held up his hand. "Hey, wait a minute! Calm down. Did I say they liked the play?" His eyes changed suddenly. They stared coldly into AL all the warmth and humor abruptly switched off.
"They thought it was a load of crap!" he said slowly and distinctly. "In common with the others we sent it to, they rejected it. They turned it down flat." He snapped his fingers sharply. "Like that!"
Al sank back into his chair, looking beaten and crushed. He stared into his glass hopelessly.
"Then we've had it," he said softly. "That's it, it's all over . . . I'm sorry I put you to so much trouble, Marty-".
"However," Marty continued smoothly, "Armand Edwards personally told me that he thinks there's a germ of a good play somewhere in it-and that if I handle the incidentals it might make the thing worth doing.
"In other words," Marty looked at them carefully, making sure that they understood precisely what he was saying. "He had the foresight to see that with really good promotion (I've no false modesty, you understand), with some changes in the script by me, in fact, the play could be turned into a visually interesting experience.
"Which places me in rather an amusing position. You see, I don't know whether I want to salvage your play now, Al! I'm tired of this business and I've been thinking for some time of going into working with film and TV writers exclusively."
"Don't think you can blackmail me!" Al cried suddenly. "You reckon you're pretty clever, playing cat and mouse with us, don't you? Well, let me tell you something-"
He stood up again and moved nearer to Marty. "You're not the only good agent and promoter on Broadway! They can replace you-you're not unique, you know!"
Marty sipped his drink and smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you," he told Al coolly. "But in this particular case-I am! You know as well as I do that no one else wants the play. Right? And Edwards will only produce it if I'm a part of the deal!"
He gestured towards the telephone. "If you don't believe me, phone him. Youll find the number on the pad there and hell probably be at home now!"
Al hesitated, frowning.
"Go on-phone him!" Marty's eyes challenged the man, daring him to pick up the telephone and speak to Armand Edwards personally.
Al dropped his eyes. "All right," he said. "You win. What do I have to do?"
Marty walked past him and ran his eyes slowly over Susannah. The girl was wearing a very short mini dress; a bright, op-art creation in dazzling, clashing colors which clung silkily to her body and ended only a few inches below her crotch. With his back to Al, Marty said:
"You know, I've been thinking about that final night of our vacation . . . I was pretty slow, wasn't I? There you were, having a marvelous time together, and I played the heavy-the odd man out!"
"Let's have a flashback, shall we? Suppose we turn the clock back and play that scene again: from the point where I make my entrance!"
"That's not very funny, Marty!" Louisa got up from her chair in the far corner of the room and walked towards him. "I don't think that's very funny at all!"
"Who's laughing? Certainly not me!" Marty kept his eyes on Susannah. The girl raised her head slowly and gave him a strange, half-frightened, half-curious look.
"Take you, for instance, Louisa." His wife stopped, about five feet away from him. "You want sex pretty badly, don't you? You're not terribly fussy whether you're with a man or a woman-you just need to go further and further . . . trying out every possible combination and position!
"Stop fooling yourself! You didn't really arrange that little orgy for poor old Marty's benefit! And we all know it!" He was still staring at Susannah, talking to Louisa but exchanging a long, intense and mutual gaze with the girl.. .
"We also know that Al hasn't very much choice in the matter, don't we? Unless he'd prefer to withdraw like the gentleman he is and leave us to get on with it?" Al was silent. "No? Well, that leaves you, darling!" He moved two paces nearer to Susannah. "What have you got to say about it? Eh?"
Louisa grabbed his arm and swung Marty around to face her.
"What are you doing this for?" she pleaded. "Why, Marty? What's got into you? You don't really want us to do these things, you know you don't!"
He pulled his arm free. "I told you," he replied coldly. "I don't like being used . . . manipulated! I was the square, wasn't I? The innocent who wasn't supposed to realize what was happening under his nose? Go on-into the bedroom and draw the curtains: I want to see the entire performance this time."
It had begun as a plan for revenge on them, Marty realized. A sweedy humiliating vengeance for their scheming and-in particular-Louisa's patronizing way of "looking after his interests." But now, staring into his wife's eyes and knowing that she was slowly capitulating, Marty saw that these reasons were totally inadequate to explain his conduct.
She was right. He wasn't really like this: it was as much out of character as Louisa's flaunting of her body in the Acapulco villa. Perhaps her recently acquired sensuality was contagious! Maybe she, too, was hungry for novelty and a change of scenery-and it had affected Louisa in this particular way; she sought fresh kicks in different sexual experiences . . .
Marty didn't care very much what motives had inspired him to blackmail Al into a sex orgy. He had felt, during the minutes when he was staring into Susannah's eyes, a strong and rising desire to caress the girl's body.
His fingers itched, the palms of his hands were slightly damp with the urge. Marty wondered momentarily if it was the girl's intimate connection with Louisa that had triggered his sudden lust for her. He had honestly never thought about her as a sex partner until this afternoon, and had scarcely glanced at Susannah after surprising her with Al and Louisa.
Now . . . He felt that the reasons and motives behind his present state of mind were completely irrelevant. He was only truly aware of the trembling at his loins, the tense state of his prick as it stirred beneath his tight slacks.
Without saying a word, Louisa walked in front of him and disappeared into the bedroom. A moment later they heard the swish of the curtains being drawn. Marty reached out his hand to Susannahand the girl took it, allowing him to pull her up from the chair and draw her firmly against his body.
She put her arms around his waist, locking her fingers at the base of his spine and letting herself lean forward. Marty nuzzled his cheek against hers, stroking firmly up and down her back-feeling the warmth and softness of the girl's skin through her thin, silky dress.
"Let's dance!" he whispered into her ear. And started to force Susannah in a slow, sensual series of movements towards the bedroom.
She made no protest, gliding in his arms with a snuggling complacence, her head resting on his shoulder and her eyes closed.
Al was left standing in the middle of the lounge, holding his half-empty glass in one hand, the other raised in a futile gesture of ineffectual outrage. He watched Marty and Susannah pass through the open door into the bedroom and move out of sight. For the space of, perhaps, five seconds Al hesitated. Then he finished his whisky and followed them, slamming the door shut and plunging the room into semi-darkness.
Louisa had already stripped off her dress and was lying seductively on the bed clad only in her bra, stockings and panties. The last rays of the dying sun were filtering through a small gap in the curtains, but they cast only a very small amount of light-making their figures shadowy and vague.
"We don't want to make Louisa feel embarrassed," Marty whispered in Susannah's ear. He kissed the lobe tenderly. "Why don't you slip out of your dress?"
"Why don't you help me?" the girl suggested. She rubbed her body more firmly against him, her breasts pressing heavily into his chest.
Marty felt for the buttons, unfastening them as slowly as possible and caressing the warm skin which his fingers were gradually laying bare. He had to stoop a little to reach the lower ones as he drew her short dress away from her back his hands cupped the panty-clad cheeks of her ass, fondling them with probing, greedy fingers.
Susannah slipped the straps off her shoulders, then let the garment rustle to the floor between their bodies. Marty rose to his full height again, holding the girl tightly to him, looking down at the marvelously rich globes of her breasts. They stuck out proudly from twin, lace-trimmed cups-the white swells overflowing.
His hands roamed over her now nude back, found the thin strap of her brassiere and unhooked it expertly. She wriggled her shoulders, holding him slightly away from her body so that the bra could join her dress on the carpet. It dropped away from her breasts slowly, as if reluctant to leave the warmth of her flesh, and Susannah ran her fingers beneath them, jiggling the full and creamy orbs and whispering: "Do you like them?"
Marty nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the wonderful spectacle. She rubbed her thumbs deliberately over her nipples, causing them to perk up stiffly. Marty let his hands fall to the girl's buttocks again, gripping the cheeks more firmly and making them shiver and wobble under his fingers.
"Let's go to the bed," he urged her. "I want to feel them properly!" Marty's cock was writhing furiously now, making the front of his trousers bulge out ominously.
Susannah dropped one hand and let it brush softly against the protuberance.
"My!" she whispered. "You're really hard, aren't you? I think we ought to have those pants off, you know-your poor prick can scarcely move inside them!"
He led her quickly to the bed, lowering the girl alongside Louisa's scantily-clad body, where she immediately moved as close as possible to the woman and draped her arm around Louisa's shoulders. Her fingers were just able to reach the soft slope of Louisa's upper breast. They fumbled beneath the black brassiere and, by stretching her arm, Susannah managed to push them onto the woman's nipple, rubbing the red morsel into erectness beneath Louisa's bra.
Marty had paused to strip off his shirt and slacks before joining the girls. He was about to pull his shorts down as well when Susannah stopped him.
"Let me do that," she insisted. And he felt her soft fingers tugging at the tight waistband of his briefs, dragging them carefully over the hard bulge of his cock. She exposed his genitals completely, then let her hand tickle teasingly over the low-slung balls and upwards onto his shaft.
When they had caressed up to his belly, Susannah stroked his hairs gently, whispering: "Take them right off, Marty. Then push yourself against me! I want you so much . . . I The last words were no more than the merest murmur, a soft, liquid sigh.
He pulled the pants down his legs and climbed onto the bed, laying his hand on Susannah's waist-his fingers just above the white elastic of her panties. The girl slipped her other arm, around his shoulders, keeping her right hand in Louisa's brassiere, and drew him gradually on top of her nearly-naked body.
Marty lowered himself down, feeling Susannah's yielding flesh meeting his own: their bellies pressing tightly together, his prick pulsing against the hard pubic mound.
Louisa had unfastened her brassiere now and it was being slipped away from her shoulders by Al. Susannah's husband had stepped to the side of the bed and removed his own trousers and shirt. He now lay beside Louisa, wearing only his nylon shorts, the swelling of his prick bulging into the woman's thigh.
Her head turned towards Louisa, Susannah whispered: "Thanks," and proceeded to caress the naked breast thoroughly-her fingers twisting the orb upwards so that she was able to play with the nipple.
Louisa contented herself with Al's cock; slipping her hand between the man's thighs and closing her fingers tightly around the rigid, trembling weapon. She brought him quickly to a peak of excitement, her expert fondling-even through the material of his underpants-giving Al a sharp, delicious thrill.
The twitching of his prick became more and more intense, his shaft straining against the tender caress of Louisa's fingers. He put his own hand on her crotch, rubbing around the sinewy flesh below her mound, until his fingers pushed into the slit of her cunt-forcing the silk of her panties to sink inwards between the lips.
His palm resting firmly on her pubic mound, Al frigged his tightly-squashed fingers up and down the long, plump swelling of her pussy, increasing the speed gradually so that the woman was worked into a steadily progressive excitation.
Meanwhile, Marty had wriggled down Susannah's body until his mouth was over the girl's breast. He surveyed the tempting nipples avidly, then cupped one of her tits between his fingers and shaped it into an elongated pear. His lips parted, Marty closed the distance and sank his teeth greedily into the hard ripe nipple-worrying it roughly, shaking Susannah's breast from side to side as he alternately sucked and nibbled on her pearl-hard cherry.
His free hand fumbled for her panties, but she stopped him; grabbing his wrist and guiding it to her bottom. Susannah thrust herself up so that Marty could squeeze his fingers beneath her buttocks, then lowered her body down again-pinning his hand between the sheet and her ass.
Marty worked his fingers under the silk edge of her panties until they pushed into the sheen of her buttocks. He rubbed them lustfully up and down the cheek, then stretched them until they were able to reach into the heated furrow of her bottom and flick against the girl's moist, velvet-soft asshole.
Susannah, still fondling at Louisa's nipple with a continuous scratching action of her forefinger, took Marty's cock in her other hand and guided it against the inside of her thigh-right at the top where her curvy leg joined her crotch.
She fumbled the tight silk away from her cunt, folding the material so that it completely exposed the plump, juicy lips, then began to steer his prick into the revealed red slit.
Skillfully wiggling her hips and thrusting them downward, Susannah succeeded in getting Marty's penis firmly into her cunt. The fleshy folds snapped into place around the angry shaft, kissing his cock in a possessive, intimate mouthing-and he lunged slowly forward, thrusting his prick deeply into the girl's willing body.
Susannah waited until he had penetrated her to his hilt, then pulled her panties snugly back into position: fitting the tight silk around Marty's cock so that it pressed fiercely against the tender rod-just above his testicles.
And as Marty started to fuck her, the edge of her panties rubbed roughly into his prick: sending a sharp sensation of pain-pleasure through his genitals.
She raised her knees deliberately, lifting them until they were level with Marty's chest. He was still sucking urgently on her nipple-the swollen bud bruised and quivering in the heat of his mouth-and the girl's action, causing her panties to tighten and clench even more closely around his rod, made him bite into the hard, tasty bud with fury.
Al had drawn Louisa's panties off by now and was stroking his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. The woman was relatively passive, lying on her back, her breast being fondled by Susannah's hand, her own fingers rubbing gently at Al's cock-which she had pulled halfway out of his underpants: the crown and half of his length protruding from the top of his tight briefs.
Her legs were parted, revealing the sweetly shaped lips of her cunt; the garter belt biting into her soft flesh just above her sex-mound.
Al felt her fingers tingling as they caressed the electric silk of her stocking. Beneath the hose, Louisa's thigh was particularly fleshy and soft. The woman was relaxing her leg muscles on purpose, knowing that the man loved to fondle her thigh with the skin loose and supple.
Al moved his fingers onto the naked area between her stocking-tops and crotch, spreading his hand out to encompass as much of the gorgeous sleek thigh as possible.
They roved anxiously across the curve of Louisa's crotch, crooking at the second joint to slip between her cunt-lips and probe deliciously inwards. He sank all four fingers into her slit, using his thumb to give her violently sensitive clitty a taunting, rhythmical rub.
Louisa came to life at this caress, the man's ceaselessly tormenting thumb provoking her poor, tender clitoris to a wild, tickling frenzy.
She frigged his prick more urgently-shaking the visible top half between her forefinger and thumb, jerking it ruthlessly and causing the foreskin to move up and down over the helmet at a fantastic speed.
But this did very little to satisfy the woman. Louisa ached to feel his cock sliding into her body, to feel his hard, rigid length forcing the lips of her cunt to open . . .
Gasping for breath, she drew him on top of her, stretching her thighs wide and manipulating his weapon until it was poised at the opening of her agitated pussy. Not bothering to pull his shorts down, Louisa levered Al's horny staff into her wet slit, greedily bearing down on the fast-sinking cock.
It was beating with a mighty, quivering pulse against the hot walls of her cunt, the iron-hard phallus cramming Louisa's soft and liquid hole to capacity-
Al could feel his black shorts sticking with agonizing pressure into the tender spot where his balls were joined to his prick. The tight elastic waistband was constricting his testicles-and each time he withdrew from Louisa's cunt it seemed to stretch more tautly against them. Then, as his passion mounted and his fucking increased its momentum, Al realized that, imperceptibly, his pain had become pleasure! Far from hurting him, the tightness of his briefs felt incredibly sexy and stimulating! He renewed his strokes in and out of Louisa's cunt with vigor-careening his cock more and more violently into the woman's lusciously moist crack.
Now that Al was safely inside her, Louisa allowed her hand to stray across to Susannah's stomach. She pushed her fingers between Marty's body and the girl's and poked them securely downwards until they were able to touch, the raised protuberance of Susannah's Mount of Venus.
She fondled the hard, sexy mound briefly, then splayed her fingers and thrust them between the oily, urgently fucking prick working them relentlessly into the girl's cunt-squeezing her digits alongside Marty's piston-like shaft.
They were unable to penetrate Susannah fully, of course, but Louisa did manage to insert them a fair way into the girl: moving them in a firm, precise wiggling against the wet red flesh which surrounded Susannah's vulva.
She could feel Marty's cock pushing past her fingers as it rammed its fiery path in and out of the girl's pussy. The rigid, blood-colored weapon squashed through her open digits and gave Louisa an added thrill; combining with the pleasure of Al's fucking penis and making her experience an overwhelming ecstasy.
Before he grew too carried away, Marty thought it would be pleasant to adopt an even closer and sexier grouping. He deliberated on the possible variations for a few moments, then:
"Would you like to suck me?" he whispered into Susannah's ear. The girl was too engrossed in her enjoyment to understand him at first. He repeated the suggestion.
She nodded, half-opening her hot-lidded eyes to give him a tender, enraptured stare. Marty eased his prick out of her cunt and crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling over Susannah's face and aiming his glistening cock at the girl's mouth.
She stretched her lips wide and sucked the long, thick stem inwards, running her tongue lasciviously over the juicy shaft and wriggling her mouth sexily on her prize.
Louisa murmured softly to Al, her mouth brushing against his neck. And he slid his penis slowly out of her pussy and waited until the woman had positioned herself intimately between Susannah's thighs. When she had buried her face in the girl's crotch and was sucking deeply into Susannah's cunt-her head bobbing up and down, then from side to side, Al moved behind her.
He placed his hands firmly on her buttocks and stretched them as wide as possible. Louisa was kneeling with her buttocks stuck in the air, her back bent over and her legs akimbo.
Al knelt closely behind her and carefully levered his cock into her from behind-holding it steady and drawing the lips of her cunt open with his free hand. A little patience, a little judicious maneuvering, and he succeeded in penetrating her.. .
Once more he felt his prick roving with long, angry thrusts into Louisa's cunt. And beyond her he could see his wife-a view which was slightly obscured by Marty's thighs-as she sucked deeply on another man's penis. Somehow, the spectacle didn't bother Al. He thought of them at the moment as being one multi-limbed Being: a sprawling, insatiable monster whose appetite for selfish lust was turned in upon itself. Forever fondling, caressing and sucking at its own various mouths and genitals.
He knew that his climax was imminent; a harsh, urgent desire was spreading through him to shoot his come relentlessly into Louisa's tight-lipped cove.
Then Marty, his cock licked and sucked until his sperm could no longer be contained, would spill his seed into Susannah's mouth . . . where the hot, fatty milk must be pumped through her stomach.
Al, teetering helplessly on the brink of babbling insanity, clasped his hands tightly around Louisa's breasts, leaning forward over the woman and jetting his load gloriously into her-a tense, silver spray of thick cream which felt as if would never end.. .
The fast-flowing stream which gushed into her cunt tickled Louisa into a violent climax. With her tongue running wild inside Susannah's wet cunt, she reached the peak of her lust and tried frantically to remain there: straining her mind and her sex to prolong the orgasm indefinitely.
Her lips slithering on the slippery shaft of Marty's cock, Susannah climaxed with helpless joy-the tantalizing quivering of Louisa's tongue making it impossible for the girl to hold back another second.. . .
Sensing that the others had already passed the zenith of their pleasure, Marty required only three or four quick and compulsive jerks of his prick to bring it to the boiling point. He grabbed at Susannah's wrist and brought the girl's hand to his cock, forcing her to hold it steady while he spurted his fat cock down her throat.
Although the entire quartette experienced a feeling of relaxed closeness, Louisa was a little more than aghast at having watched her husband give his all for Susannah to swallow, after a married life in which he denied her this pleasure. As the four of them cuddled closely and enjoyed the delicious nakedness of each others' bodies, Louisa pondered Marty's most recent act and his very strong enjoyment of it. She had never seen such a wracked expression of joyful lust on Marty's face before.
She felt Marty's hand steal between her thighs and the fingers bathe themselves in the thick inundations of her cunt, which contained yet a good amount of Al's come as well as her own copious secretions. Louisa almost intuitively drew away from him, but the feeling was too good. It was always good to receive the littie pleasant sensations of a finger sliding around in the goo of her cunt after a nice orgasm.
"Marty . . . I want you to be perfectly honest and tell me something," she said boldly aloud, then immediately backed down when a thought suddenly occurred to her. "No . . . it was nothing. I can't even . . . remember what I was going to ask you.. . . "
Despite the pleas of the other three, including a great many teasing guesses as to what her "all-important" question might be, Louisa realized that it would have been a first rate faux pas on her part if she had asked the question. The answer seemed quite obvious to her now. Marty felt more lusty and free with Susannah, willing to force her to take his load of gooey come, because he had put Louisa on a pedestal. Louisa, according to Marty's brain, was too "decent" to take his load and swallow it. In that case, if he had answered her stupid question honestly, he would have had to say, in effect, "Susannah is a whore! Susannah is a perverted little sexual animal! I want to shoot off my come into her mouth and see her suffer the humiliation of swallowing it."
Cigarettes and drinks were passed around. Marty and Al mentioned a couple of things about the play, and Susannah's delicate fingers joined Marty's in Louisa's cunt for a sex-bath. Louisa moved her lips from side to side, enjoying the titillations. But her mind was still on Marty and his mind. She was trying to psychoanalyze him.
Louisa told herself that she would be very rational and logical. Previously, Marty had thought of her up on a pedestal. Yet he could hardly think of her in that regard anymore, not after having been so excited by watching another man fuck her into total ecstasy. No, she rationalized, Marty had changed. He could love her and be a considerate husband, but realize that both of them were human, that they were indeed sexual animals. More so than the average.
"Did it make you hot to watch Al fuck me?" she blurted out suddenly, hoping for a reaction.
"Did it what?" Marty gasped, appearing quite shocked. And then he realized that he must erase all the prudery that kept him so uptight for years. Of course, it had been sexy for him to watch her. Everything about his wife was more sexy now.
"Oh, come on, Marty!" Susannah joined m. "You act like an old stuffed shirt. If you're going to get me to suck you off again, you'll have to ease up a bit. If you're anywhere near normal, 'fuck' was one of the first words you ever learned. You probably saw it on the walls of a men's room when you first learned to spell."
"And just what the hell were you doing in a men's room when you were six or seven years old?" Al asked his wife with an amused smirk.
"A dirty old man lured me inside of one and made me . . . " Susannah, started, then burst out laughing as Al tickled her foot. "No, it was nothing so exciting, I'm afraid. My sister and I were playing in the park, and I just had to go! The girl's room was out of order, so after making sure there was no one in the men's side, she stood guard and watched out for anyone, while I went in and tinkled!"
"Susannah, darling," Louisa interrupted, changing the subject, "your fingers and Marty's feel wonderful in me, but I think it would be so much nicer if you went down and sucked ah of the mixed juices from my cunt. Really . . . I want your mouth. I'm in the mood for it."
"I'm flattered," Susannah said, shooing the men aside as Louisa sat up slightly and spread her legs so the girl could crawl between them. "That is . . . if Marty doesn't think we're perverted . . . "
Marty's eyes widened as he watched the naked Susannah squirm up between his wife's legs and begin to lick up inside her thighs. He felt his loins move, his penis jerk. The girl's long tongue lapped at Louisa's cunt-lips from an angle that allowed Marty full view.
"Beautiful thing to look at, isn't it?" Al asked from his stance on the other side of the bed. "I always thought I'd be jealous . . . but not so long as I can get in on the act. Now, let's see . . . after Susannah's had her taste of cream, shell probably lick Louisa up to a climax or so. Uh . . . I've been through this with them before . . . as you know."
"Yes, darlings," Louisa joined in, smiling rapturously and moving her lips in a slow and sensuous rhythm as Susannah eagerly worked at her pussy. "I'm certainly not going to want her to stop. But there's plenty of room for you boys. I do have a mouth, you know? And Susannah's ass looks deliciously vulnerable up there, doesn't it?"
The two men had to agree. As Susannah licked and lapped with loud sucking noises and sighs, her buttocks were raised, as she was on her knees in about the middle of the bed. Marty's eyes darted from Susannah's sexy and mobile ass to her mouth as it worked on Louisa's pussy, and then up to his wife's mouth. He noticed the hungry and lustful way she open, forming them into an "O" shape, then relaxing them.
"You're not going to beat me to that, Al!" Marty cried out. And in an instant, he was up on the bed, his knees straddling Louisa (his rear almost in Susannah's face) and his cock aimed straight for her mouth.
"Marty, darling," Louisa said, playing with the half-hard tool and lapping at the head once in a while, "I do want to suck you up hard. I want to feel it get completely hard inside my mouth. And then, I'm going to suck you, darling. I'll hold you right beneath the cheeks of your ass so it won't be hitting Susannah's face . . . and I'll do all the work. And.. . . Marty?"
"Yes . . . yes, yes!" he said breathlessly, expecting the question.
"Marty, I'm going to suck every drop of your come out and swallow it!" she announced firmly. "If you don't let me do that . . . I'll never let you fuck me again."
"Swallow it!" Marty responded, moving his hardening cock into her mouth. "You better swallow every drop of it! Suck it! Suck until my balls are emptied. That's what I want you to do, dammit!"
"That's getting in the spirit," Al remarked as he got up on the bottom of the bed on his knees and surveyed the globes of Susannah's ass, which moved slightly from side to side. "You know . . . I've always had a secret yearning to fuck Susannah in the ass. I would never have dared tried it before. But now that my inhibitions have been freed.. . . "
"You'll tear me open!" Susannah objected, pulling away from Louisa's cunt for a moment. "That huge cock of yours would tear me open!"
"Not if it's approached properly, my dear," Al said with a big grin. "And you might as well get rid of any ideas that you can talk me out of it. Marty? You do have some Vaseline or K-Y, don't you?"
"In the bathroom on the medicine shelf," Marty told him breathlessly, turning his head to be sure he would be able to get a look at what would be transpiring behind his back.
The wild gleam was still in his eyes when Al returned, and his cock was ramrod straight. First he approached the cheeks of Susannah's ass, very gently, pulling them apart and bathing the cleavage with his tongue, special attention to the sweet little hole. He could feel his wife move in response to each probe of his tongue. He knew that both girls were anal-erotic and would undoubtedly respond to ass-fucking.
Marty turned his head to observe Al grease up his hard cock profusely, and then apply a liberal amount of the lubricant to Susannah's asshole. He could not see her anus actually from his position, but little imagination was necessary.
"Ouch!" Susannah gurgled, her mouth full of Louisa's liquid cunt.
"It'll only hurt a bit," he promised. "I'll go easy . . . a little at a time."
Al pushed the head of his stiff prick until it pried open Susannah's pretty anus almost all the way. Then, quickly, he gave it a big, strong shove, but not a long one. Susannah moaned loudly, but the worst was over. The head of his cock was on the other side of the tight muscle that held the shaft of his cock so beautifully.
The in-and-out fucking motions were slow and short at first. With each stroke, he would try to gain just a fraction of an inch. He was more than pleased by Susannah's response, her pushing toward him, very slightly rotating her buttocks. And then it was into her, balls deep, and Al was in ecstasy. How glad he was that he had already had one orgasm that evening. Otherwise, he could certainly not survive the tight, wonderful feeling of her rectum for long.
As it was, everything seemed just right. Al was on his knees, fairly close to the foot of the bed, fucking his wife's ass. She, in turn, was leaning her upper body down so that she could suck and lick Louisa's tasty pussy. Louisa was half reclining, straddled by her husband at about her waist, and sucking his cock deliriously. Both Louisa and Al were able to reach down and play with one of Susannah's big tits. It was almost a perfect version of a multiple connected daisy chain, they all agreed later.
And then Louisa suggested one slightly new twist, after she had completed her third orgasm. She removed her hand from Susannah's tit and her mouth from Marty's cock, and said, "Susannah, dear, why don't you let me pull Marty's ass-cheeks apart so that you can alternate between my pussy and his asshole? I think he'd like that."
Louisa quickly engulfed her husband's pulsating prick with her lips again and reached around his hips to part the cheeks. Within seconds, Marty felt Susannah's long tongue begin to flit and lick wetly inside the cleavage, and search out the tight hole and force her tongue in as far as she could. She tensed her tongue and was able to achieve the feat of tongue-fucking him in his rectum.
"I'm going to blast off!" Al cried out when his sensitive cock could take no more of the delicious tightness of his wife's smooth rear entrance. "Sorry to . . . to break up the party . . . but. . . . Oh, God! I'm coming!"
Fortunately, Marty was at the stage where he knew that the very next probe of his asshole by Susannah, combined with Louisa's creative sucking and tonguing of his cock, would be all he could take. As for the girls, they were both in the mood for their final climaxes.
For almost a full minute, the room was filled with screams and cries of pure ecstasies. Marty had never felt such a forcefully satisfying ejaculation as when he discharged into Louisa's sucking mouth and let her continue to milk him dry. Marty found that his orgasm was extra powerful too because of the different act, the bald, bold sexiness of screwing his wife sodomistically.
As for the girls, their pleasures had been no less. Susannah always knew how sensitive her anus was, and learned for the first time that she was so sensitive there that Al's fucking her rectum could produce very nice orgasms, and for the final come, she concentrated both on her sensitive asshole and the pleasure of reaming Marty's ass and sucking Louisa's juicy cunt. Louisa, in turn, finally had a very terrifically strong orgasm as she was able to gulp down a very abundant load of her own husband's come, while enjoying the talented tongue of her lesbian lover.
Marty finally had to admit, as they dined at "21" that evening, how he had misled them concerning the decision on Al's play. He confessed that Armand Edwards thought the script was perfect, just like it was, and offered Marty two percent of the gross box office for publicity and promotion, in addition to the terms of his contract with Al.
Instead of being angry, Al, Susannah and Louisa were all quite elated. Marty had come out of his shell at last, and they looked forward to many more evenings together while the writer and his wife were in New York.
The show was a huge success, and the sexual foursomes seemed to improve with each session. But Al and Susannah had to return home for at least a few months. Marty said that he thought the show would still be running then. It was a disappointment to all, that they had to part, but one afternoon as Louisa was returning to the apartment from a shopping trip, she noticed a very tall, baldheaded gentleman saying goodbye to Marty at the front door. He was not a hkable looking person at all, she thought, so gaunt and rather "scary," the perfect typecast for an undertaker.
"Who in the world was your visitor?" Louisa asked after setting her packages down on the living-room carpet.
"Him?" Marty replied with a secret grin, after lighting up his pipe and pulling up his wife's skirt to see the pretty stockinged legs (something which he did often and impulsively since his "awakening"). "That was none other than Jacques duMont Verrier, the famous French playwright. I was finally able to sign him up for a play in English that will undoubtedly be one of my biggest hits yet. His English is terrible . . . so, I have a fifty percent deal with him for collaboration. And it's a property that Edwards or Hyman Krasnowitz will snap up immediately for top dollar!"
"Well," Louisa replied, taking off her coat and moving her crotch up to Marty's groin, "I hope you make a million, but right now I'm badly in need of some sex. I was so horny this afternoon, I felt an urge to grab the cock of the cute boy running the elevator at the department store. Let's do it, darling. Any way you say. I certainly do miss Al and Susannah."
"Don't worry about that," Marty told her, as they headed for the bedroom and began to undress. "Jacques duMont Verrier will be seeing a lot of us these next few months, and he's somewhat of a swinger in France. We should all get along famously in bed."
"Not-not that baldheaded gravedigger!" Louisa screamed, tossing away her panties and standing naked in front of her husband. "Oh, Marty, you wouldn't play a trick like that on me, would you?"
"He can't be all that bad," Marty said, winking at her as they crawled in bed to embrace. "And besides, his wife is the cutest little eighteen-year-old French model you've ever seen-redhead, lovely body, oversexed . . . "
"All right, Marty, just make love to me now, will you?"
"My pleasure.. . . "