Chapter 6

The meeting with Bosset went well. I managed to squeeze almost as much as I wanted out of him in terms of money. He agreed with my ideas about the publicity blitz; but though Jenny agreed to publicize the book, she flatly refused to pass herself off as a sex symbol, or to change herself in any way whatsoever. But I figured we could eventually get her to come around a little; or maybe we could grab the public by playing up the contrast between her strait-laced appearance and her steamy poems. Anyway, I felt it would work out.

But I didn't feel so good about our personal relationship. As soon as we were outside the Forest Press office, she said a cold goodbye and walked away from me. I didn't try to go after her. I felt depressingly certain that whoever the lucky bastard was who would de-virginalize that sweet body, his name would not be Bernard P. Culligan.

In my frustrated state, I hurried back to the office in hopes of getting it on with my everre-liable secretary. But Peggy had left me a note to say she had taken off early to do some shopping; she hoped I didn't mind. I did mind, since her chief function-her only function-was to be there when I needed her. But she knew I sure as hell wasn't about to fire her.

Well, I could always go home to Amy. Not that she was a last resort. Far from it. In fact, as I thought of my beautiful, blonde, sexy wife, I started getting randier than ever. What the hell, I thought, I might as well leave early. Nothing was going to happen that afternoon. Out of habit, I called to check my answering service and as usual the operator heroically kept herself from laughing when I asked if there were any messages. Then I called my wife.

"It's me," I said when she answered. "I'm coming home early. And I'm horny as hell."

"Wonderful!" Amy said. "Should I take off my clothes now or wait till you get here?"

"Surprise me," I said and hung up.

But I wasn't really surprised. She was waiting for me on the big couch in our living room, gloriously naked. I never got tired of that sight. I drank it in for a long, sweet moment and then, for the second time that day, removed my clothes. When I was as naked as she, I joined her on the couch.

"Ahhh," I sighed as I ran my hands over her silken body. "That's good. Really good."

"Mmmm," Amy agreed, stroking my erect cock. I recalled Jenny doing the same thing earlier. It had been nice, but Amy really knew what she was doing. And how to do it.

"You know," I said, playing with a breast and watching the pink nipple harden, "I almost fucked a virgin today."

"Almost?" she murmured, tickling my balls.

"Yeah. Almost. But this is-"

"Aha," Amy said. "No wonder you're all heated up. And I thought it was my girlish charms."

"Womanly charms," I corrected. "They're better. I love you. And I want to fuck your brains out."

"My, my, such passion. It runs in the family, I guess."

"What?" I stopped what I was doing. "What does that mean?"

She smiled at me. "I got a phone call today. From your brother."

"Irving?" I rose up on one elbow. "What the hell did he want?"

"Well," Amy said sweetly, "he wants to fuck my brains out, too."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I was literally choking with rage and for a minute I couldn't speak. Then I said, "You-you mean he-he actually ... "

"Yes," Amy said, still stroking my hard-on. "He said that, after all, you made it with Sylvia, so he thought it was only fair. Turn about and all that."

"I'll kill him," I said hoarsely. "I will really and truly kill him. That son of a bitch!" I jumped up and headed for the telephone. "How does he get the nerve ... "

"What are you doing?" Amy queried.

"I'm calling the bastard up! I only wish I could kill him over the phone. That fucking weasel!" I was so mad I couldn't think of Irving's number and I hit the phone in frustration.

"Bernie!" Amy was laughing. "It's not like you to be jealous."

"This is different. My own brother! The dirty-What the hell's his number, damn it?"

She gave me the number. I dialed savagely.

"But you did fuck Sylvia, didn't you?" Amy asked, still amused.

"That was part of a deal, damn it! A business deal. Come on, answer, you son of a bitch!"

"What was Sylvia like?" Amy wondered aloud.

"She's a kook. A goddam masochist. She likes to be tied up and have Irving hit her with his belt and then screw her in the ass with his fucking huge ... " I stopped myself.

But too late. "Really?" Amy said curiously. "You mean Irving has a really big one? How big?"

"Shit," I said. "I don't know how big. What the hell ... "

"Not bigger than yours, surely?" Amy said.

"Jesus Christ!" Nobody was answering and I slammed the phone down. "Look-I don't care how fucking big his fucking dong is. He's a little shit and I'm gonna ... "

"Really?" Amy asked. "Bigger than yours? My goodness."

I glared at her. "Now look," I yelled. "I don't want to hear any more about Irving. If he comes near you, I'll-Hell, I'm gonna kill him anyway. Then I'll cut off his dick and give it to you for a dildo. How's that?"

"You're cute when you're mad," Amy said. "Come over here."

I started toward her, but just then the phone rang. I picked it up. "Yeah?"

"Bernie? It's Irving. I found ... "

"Irving!" I yelled. "You dirty motherfucking son of a-I'm gonna kill you, Irving. What the hell do you mean making indecent proposals to my wife? If you ... "

"Calm down, Bernie," Irving said. "Why are you so excited? I merely ... "

"Why am I ... " I was choking again.

"I merely suggested that Amy and I spend a pleasant afternoon together. In bed. After all, you and Sylvia ... "

"Irving." I swallowed hard and tried to keep calm. "Before I kill you, I will explain something to you. First, you are a piece of rotten shit. And second, whereas you gave me permission to fuck Sylvia in return for my reading your horrible manuscript, I wouldn't allow you to touch Amy with the tip of your cretinous fingernail. For anything. Is that clear, Irving?"

Amy had gotten off the couch and came over to stand behind me. She put her arms around me and began to caress my body, I guess to try and calm me down.

"Now, Bernie," Irving was saying, "I don't know why you should take that attitude. You had a fine time with Sylvia. I was there, remember? I know you enjoyed it. And even though you weren't able to completely satisfy her, that's no ... "

I felt the veins in my neck swell up. I took the receiver from my ear and held it up over my head, about to smash it to the floor as if it were Irving himself. But Amy grabbed for the phone and got it away from me. She went on stroking me soothingly with her free hand and pressed her wonderful body against me from behind as she put the receiver to her ear.

"Irving?" she said into it. "Irving, Bernie's a bit upset just now ... Yes ... Well, I think he's had a hard day. So why don't we ... What? ... Yes, I know it's a compliment, Irving and I appreciate it, but ... "

I made myself try to stop listening. I was going to kill Irving as soon as I could, so what did it matter what he said to Amy? I concentrated on the feeling of her yielding breasts against my back and on what she was doing with her hand.

Then she said to me, "Irving says maybe we can make it a foursome. You and Sylvi and me and him."

I closed my eyes. "Tell him to make his will," I said flatly.

"I don't think so, Irving," she said to the phone. Then, "He's jealous of what! ... Oh ... Well, he didmention ... Is it really that big? Really?"

"Tell him to pay up his insurance," I said.

"Bigger than Bernie's?" Amy said.

"Ask him what he wants done with his ashes," I said.

"That's hard to believe, Irving," Amy said. "I mean, I'm holding Bernie's cock in my hand right now and it's big. It's a really big dick, Irving. When he puts it inside me, it feels like it's going right up through my belly. And if yours is bigger than that ... It is? ... My God, Irving ... "

I couldn't take any more. With a bellow of rage, I grabbed the phone out of her hand and slammed it down so hard it cracked the base. Then I turned to face her. The movement pulled my prick out of her hand and since she'd been clutching it pretty tightly, it hurt like hell, which didn't add to my pleasure at the moment.

"Okay!" I shouted at her. "Okay! You want to fuck Irving, go ahead! If some goddam overgrown whang is that thrilling, what the hell! Be my guest! If you can get to him before I kill him-have a ball! If all you care about is how big. .

Amy was trying to keep from laughing out loud, but her body was shaking with it, which did interesting things to her tits. "Darling," she giggled. "Stop being a baby." She reached out to hold my prick again. "You know I'd love you even if you had no cock at all. But you have." She slid her hand along its length. "You sure as hell have. And it's plenty big enough for me, or for anyone else, I should think. So stop pouting and stick it inside me. You said you wanted to fuck my brains out, remember?"

I still did, but I was still pissed off, too. "Yeah?" I growled. "That was when you told me about Irving."

"Screw Irv-I mean, forget about Irving," Amy said. "I want you." Still holding me, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. My cock gave an anticipatory twitch at the thought of what was in store for it.

She opened her hand, releasing me. Her touch had restored me to full erection. "It's beautiful," she murmured and her head bent forward. I caught my breath at the touch of her lips on the sensitive underside of my prick. No matter how many times over the years Amy had pleasured me with her beautiful, talented mouth, it never failed to drive me crazy. And she knew it.

Her lips slid along my flesh, kissing lightly and then I felt her tongue tracing a moist trail down my cock. And up. And around. Meanwhile, she was talking to me-or to it-in a crooning voice, somewhat muffled by what she was doing, but understandable. I told you I was a student of Amy-lingo.

"So nice," she was saying. "So big and nice. Oh, I love it. My sweet prick. I want it inside me so bad. I want to feel it in my belly. All the way up my cunt. Filling me up. Oh yes. Oh yes, it wants me, too. I can tell. Oh you big, sweet thing. Let me eat you up."

Here she took me into her mouth. Just the head at first and then the rest of it, not gulping it all at once, as she had in the bar, but gradually, as if she was tasting every inch. It made my knees weak and I tangled my hands in her hair to encourage her. When she had it all, she began sucking it. Beautifully. Eagerly. But she didn't stop talking.

Of course, with her mouth stuffed as it was, her words weren't words at all, just garbled sounds. But she made them sound sexy as hell. I listened to the smothered murmurs as her mouth moved slowly up to the tip of my cock and to the stifled gurgling noises as it slid back down. I felt the vibrations of her throat as she took me into it and I felt the movement of her tongue as it brushed the underside of my shaft. I wanted to close my eyes to concentrate on those wondrous sounds and feelings; but then I wouldn't have had the arousing sight of that gorgeous bod kneeling before me, the blonde head sweetly bobbing, the luscious mouth stretched wide around my prick.

I wanted it to go on forever. But I knew it couldn't; there was no way I could keep myself from shooting everything I had into that sweet mouth very, very soon. Amy knew it, too. She also knew just how far to go and exactly when to stop before it was too late.

She stopped.

I groaned and tried to make her go on by pulling at her hair, but she nipped me lightly with her teeth. I knew that was a warning that I'd better let her go if I wanted to be able to ever do this again. So I did. She slid her mouth off me with a final tongue caress. I gave into the weakness in my legs and went to my knees, facing her. We were both panting a little. I leaned forward to kiss that wonderful open mouth. Her tongue collided with mine.

We wrapped our arms around one another and we toppled over and fell on our sides, still kissing. We plastered our bodies together, making grunting, whimpering noises into each other's mouth. Our bodies grinding, we rolled around on the floor, my aching prick pressed between our bellies, her breasts flattened against my chest, her legs scrambling to wrap themselves around mine.

Finally Amy pulled her mouth away. "Bernie ... "she gasped.

"Yeah?"

"Let's fuck."

"That was ... the general idea," I panted.

"Let me get on top," Amy said. "I'll fuck your brains out."

"You got it, lady." I managed to roll onto my back, with Amy lying full-length on top of me. She kissed me again, her body wriggling sensuously and then pushed herself up until she was kneeling above me, straddling my hips. She reached a hand down to my cock and stroked it, then raised herself slightly, placed my dick where she wanted it and slid down, taking it deep inside her warm, moist pussy.

"Nice," I breathed. "Very nice. Oh Jesus, Amy!"

Did I tell you that among my beautiful wife's many talents was the ability to control her cunt muscles as easily as she might open and close her fist? If I did, it bears repeating; if not, let me tell you now. Not just at the opening, either; Amy could work those muscles all the way up inside and when she wanted to drive me particularly crazy, she could clench and unclench the entire length of that sweet tunnel with a sort of rippling effect. Which is what she began to do as soon as she had gotten all of me up inside her and which is what had brought forth my last exclamation.

Amy smiled at me and rippled away. "Ready to fuck now?" she asked sweetly. She wriggled her upper body so that her tits jiggled at me.

I reached up to put my hands on them. "You may fuck when ready, Gridley," I said.

"Who's Gridley?" Amy said.

"Just fuck," I said. A wife with Amy's attributes can't be expected to be a historian, too.

Amy began to move. I began to moan. She moved a little faster. I moaned a little louder. She settled into a steady rhythm-if such a bouncing, squirming, twisting' rhythm can be called steady. I panted in time with her rising and falling body. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel of what she was doing to me, but I had to open them again to look at her as she did it. My head began to spin. The frustrations of the day had built up inside me and all too soon I was getting close to the point of explosion. I decided I wouldn't try to hold back right now, I would just let myself go and then later I would make it up to her. Right now I couldn't do anything but lie there under my wriggling, jouncing wife and let it come closer ... and closer ... and....

The phone rang.

"Jesus fucking H. bleeding Christ bastard," I said, or words to that effect. Then I said, "Don't answer it, for Chrissakes!"

Too late. Amy said, "Hello?"

"Tell me it isn't," I pleaded.

"It is," Amy said. She had not stopped moving. But I had stopped almost coming. I grabbed the phone.

"Goddam ... " I got out.

"Bernie, don't hang up," Irving said quickly. "I didn't get to tell you why I called before. I found ... "

"Irving," I said as calmly as I could, "I am busy. I am fucking my wife. You are a pest, Irving. You interrupted me when I was fucking your wife and now you do it while I'm fucking mine. I really don't want to talk to you every time I fuck somebody, Irving."

"Bernie, will you listen, please?" This is important."

"Send me a telegram," I said, "preferably from New Zealand. Goodbye, Irv ... "

"You'll lose everything, Bernie," Irving said. "You'd better listen."

"Lose? What do you mean?" I had already lost most of my hard-on, as well as my temper. In fact, my temper had been lost so long ago that I couldn't even find it anymore. "Lose what?"

"You know that girl you told me about? Up at Carswell & Haynsworth?"

"Yeah. JoAnne."

"I found her, Bernie. And you were right-she did take me in the closet!"

"Mazel tov," I said. The memory of JoAnne in the closet put a little starch back into my dick and Amy squeezed it encouragingly with her pussy.

"She loved it, Bernie. And she wants ... "

"I don't want to hear about it, Irving," I said testily.

"Listen! She wants to make it with both of us."

"What!"

"At the same time," Irving said.

I had to laugh. "Are you crazy?"

"See, she says we have two of the biggest cocks she's ever seen. Mine especially. And she ... "

"Irving ... "

"And she says she just has to have both of them. At once. Me in her cunt, you up her ass. I'm quoting, Bernie.

"Well, quote this, Irving," I snapped. "No way. No fucking way! Is that clear enough?"

"But ... "

"No! Goodbye, Irving."

"Listen, damn it! She says if we don't, she'll tell old Jarvis that I wrote 'The World, His Plaything.' And ... "

I sat up abruptly, causing Amy to fall backwards off my rapidly-shriveling prick. She gave a moan of disappointment. "What!!" I yelled.

"And then he won't publish it. And he'll sue you for everything you have, she says. So ... "

"Hold it!" I closed my eyes and took a very deep breath. "Stop a minute, Irving," I said very slowly. "Wait. Just hold on a minute. Now. Just tell me one thing, Irving. One very simple thing, all right? How-" I had to pause and take another breath. "How did she know that, Irving?"

"You mean about me writing ... "

"That's right, Irving. That's very good. Now answer the question. How did she find out that information?"

"Well, I-I guess I told her," Irving said.

My silence was more than eloquent.

"It just slipped out," Irving said defensively. "See, I thought she liked the book. After all, she seemed to be a fairly-intelligent young woman. And she said she didn't think Peggy Ashe was the type to write a novel. So ... "

"So you had to brag," I said flatly.

"But I don't think she did like the book," Irving said. "She's not really as intelligent as she appears, Bernie."

"Irving," I said, "listen carefully. I know I have threatened your life from time to time in the past. Perhaps you passed off those threats as mere levity, or as exaggerated expressions of annoyance, not to be taken seriously. But this time, Irving ... "

"Come on, Bernie. You can't kill me-at least not before we fuck JoAnne. Because even if I'm dead, you'll still get sued."

"It'll be worth it," I said.

Amy was playing with my cock again and it was responding appreciatively.

"I told JoAnne we'd meet her at one o'clock tomorrow," Irving said. "You'd better be there, Bernie."

"At Carswell & Haynsworth? I don't think all three of us will fit in that closet," I said.

"Will you be there?"

"I don't know," I said. "I'm hanging up, Irving. I'm going to fuck my wife now. Which is something you'll never do. Eat your heart out, Irving."

"I don't understand why you persist in being selfish about Amy," Irving said. "After all, we shared Sylvia ... "

"We've been through this, Irving." I laid down to let Amy climb over me again.

"We shared JoAnne ... "

"And look what happened," I said bitterly. Then I gave a hiss of pleasure as Amy fitted her talented twat around my prick once more.

"We shared Peggy ... "

"Peggy!" I sat up again. Dumping Amy again. This time she looked mad rather than disappointed.

"Of course," Irving said innocently. "We had a wonderful time, Peggy and I."

Amy's eyes were flashing dangerously. "Damn you, Bernie, do you want to fuck or not?" she demanded.

"Just a minute," I said. "What the hell, Irving? When did you-Amy, wait!"

Amy was marching out of the room.

"Goddam it, Irving ... Amy, please ... "

"Go to hell," Amy said.

"I thought you knew," Irving said.

It was definitely not my day.