Chapter 4
As Janet watched her husband walk out the door with Lana Moore, a great knot of fear balled itself in her stomach as she realized she was going to be left alone in the house with Ed Moore while his wife went blithely off with Peter. She didn't like the idea at all, but she would just have to make the best of it, she decided, and headed back to the living room.
Ed was still seated, sipping the cognac he had poured himself. He looked up and smiled at her as she came in and sat down, picking up her half-full glass.
"Where is everybody?" he asked, innocently enough.
"Peter had to go get some cigarettes. I'm afraid I'm responsible. I forgot to get more, this afternoon," she explained.
"And I suppose Lana went with him then?"
"Yes, she did."
"That's Lana!" he said with elaborate sarcasm. "She can't keep her hands off anything that wears pants! Damn it, I told her!"
Janet felt some alarm. Did he mean that Lana would try to make a pass at Peter?
"Do you mean your wife's a sort of flirting type?"
"Worse than that, she's a real cock-eater!" he complained.
A sudden flash of insight into the tension she had sensed between the young couple prompted her to ask, "Is that what you argued about before you arrived?"
"Yes. I told her to take it easy, that people like you and Peter didn't play our kind of games, but I guess she didn't listen."
"Games?" She was mystified.
"It's a long story that started when we were in college. We were a part of it, we were in it and with it, do you follow me?"
"No, I'm lost already." Janet admitted.
"We made the scene with the uniform, you know, beads, long hair, pot, fucking, the whole bit!" he said, then paused, watching her to see whether she understood. She was looking at him intelligently, listening closely to his words, so he went on, "We made the commune scene with free love and all that, swapping mates, whenever we felt like it, but then I decided to rejoin the straight world again and become a part of the establishment! I'd had it and I thought maybe I could do more, working for the things we believed in, by being a part of it again. So, I changed uniforms and went to work, that's why I'm here."
"Why, that's marvelous!" Janet said. "To think you came back into it at all."
"There's only one hitch-Lana!" he growled. "She can't seem to get it into her head, that she can't be flopping over on her back for everybody any time she feels like it, but she's so damned desirable, she's almost always successful in getting any man she sets out to trap!"
"No, you don't mean she's...?" She was unable to put it into words, as that knot balled itself and hit her square in the solar plexus.
"I mean she's out to get your husband even after I told her to lay off, that things like that don't go in the square world."
"But, I don't understand. How could she?" Janet was confused. She couldn't imagine Peter and Lana together in some sort of sex thing. Just this very afternoon, she had tried to interest him in herself. She felt the sting of it, again, as she remembered his offhand rebuff. Actually, a sort of postponement.
"You don't know Lana!" he frowned.
"Aren't you worried about her?"
"No, not really, but you should be!" he told her.
"Well, Peter is pretty stable and...."
"I don't mean you should worry about Peter." He stood to his feet, looked at her meaningfully, and came to sit beside her on the couch. "You should be worrying about me and what I might want to do to get even with them!"
He took the glass from her hand, set it down, then turned to her and took her swiftly into his arms, his lips searching for hers. Janet felt a moment of panic. What in the world was he thinking about? She was certainly not going to allow this brash young man to think she was going to be a pushover just because he was so certain that Lana, his wife, would somehow work her witchery on Peter. Her mind was clear, and she just would not allow anything to happen.
With the facial coolness of an iceberg, she turned her face aside to escape his searching lips and said, "Mr. Moore, you're right, we don't play your silly little games, and if you don't take your hands off me, I'll do something that'll embarrass you and may well lose you your job!" She tried to keep the tremble from her voice as she bluffed him.
Ed Moore reacted by taking his hands from her as though he had touched a hot stove. He stood to his feet and looked down at her, his face working.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Young," he stammered, returning to the chair he had occupied earlier. "I guess somehow I was thinking too much of getting even with Lana and your husband."
Janet was elated. She had won! Her pure bluff had worked, and he had thrown in his cards. Pressing on, now, she added another advantage-producing gambit. "When my husband and your wife get back, the evening will be over!"
"Of course, anything you say." he agreed, feeling absolutely miserable. This was the first woman he had ever known who had put him off his track so thoroughly. Damn! He must really be square now! He had turned tail and run for cover, like a frightened rabbit. What in the hell had happened to him in the two short years since he had become straight again! Had he lost something of himself or was she just not having any? He looked at her again, appraisingly, and saw a curvaceous, blonde-haired woman with huge, soft billowing titties and a cunt that was probably as golden and sweet-smelling as her hair. She had retained all of her youthful beauty. If anything, she was now, probably, more desirable even than before she had gained some maturity, and somehow, he knew that smoldering just below her glacial exterior was a warm, vibrant woman, a woman who could respond, sexually. Damn! If he knew just which button to press, he was sure she could be had, taking her man to bed, when it happened, for some real, uninhibited fucking. Score one goof!
Peter sensed the stalemate of the cold war existing between Janet and young Ed Moore, as soon as he and Lana walked into the house.
"It's getting late, Lana!" Ed said, pointedly. "We're splitting!"
"We are?" she asked, innocently. "Why the evening's just beginning." Then,, she saw his unsmiling face and beyond, over his shoulder, Janet Young stood, coolly confident, triumphant. Ed, she decided, had failed and she had been looking forward to a more or less permanent swap arrangement. Damn! Just when she'd found a man who could really turn her on and satisfy her profoundly. Not, of course, that Ed wasn't great in bed, but she just had to have more than one man. It was her way of life, and she was unwilling to change, yet!
Then, she conceded a strategic retreat. "All right, darling," she said demurely. "If you really want to leave, then we will."
"I'm ready now, Lana!" He turned to Janet and said, "Thank you for the very fine dinner."
"It was my pleasure," she answered, still maintaining her icy reserve.
Peter stood dumbly as they headed for the door. He came to life, then, and said, woodenly, "Well, I'm terribly sorry you can't stay longer."
"So am I," Lana said, "but we'll have to say good night."
Peter watched as the young couple went out to their car and drove off down the street, then he shut the door and started back towards the living room. But the guilt, gnawing at Peter's conscience, made him unable to face Janet. He went into the kitchen and made himself a very strong drink, pouring four fingers of scotch into a tumbler, before he added ice cubes. All he wanted, now was to drown that imp, Guilt, in alcohol. It was not like him, at all, but there were times, he decided, when it was necessary. This was one of those times. He raised the glass to his lips and swallowed a healthy slug of the scotch, wondering how much it would take to put him out.
Janet put him to bed at about one A.M.
She had not chided him, neither had she questioned him, but she watched, apprehensively, as he drank himself into a stupor. She knew intuitively, that something had happened between him and Lana while they were away from the house. What it was, she could only guess.
It was as she struggled to get him into bed that the truth was revealed to her. She had gotten his jacket and trousers off before he flopped back on the bed, mumbling that he only wanted to go to sleep, when she saw it. There was a large smear of pale red lipstick on the fly of his shorts.
God! The little witch had sucked his cock with her mouth! She stared at it, aghast, not knowing what to think. It just couldn't be! Yet, her mark was on him, and she wondered about it. Had she done it on purpose to let the ever faithful wife know that he was no longer the faithful husband? She didn't discount the possibility.
Then, she remembered how her foolish little daydreams about Mike Rucker had gotten her all worked up, aroused to the point where she had tried to seduce her own husband, that afternoon. Now, as she looked down at his helplessly drunken form, his flaccid, useless cock, peeping out through his fly, she felt a hollowness in the knowledge that for her tonight, there would be nothing, absolutely nothing, It was almost as though a sneak thief had stolen something tangible from her.
Tears welled into her eyes as she realized she had won a worthless skirmish with young Ed Moore. Yes! She had bluffed him and he had turned away, not daring to pursue his goal and fuck her like he had wanted. If he had only known. He was closer than he thought. His sudden embrace had caught her by surprise, but it was only through sheer force of will she had denied the teasing sensations in her pussy that his touch had generated in her almost instantly.
She had been so close! Everything she had said and done had been an act, and she had been successful in keeping the younger man at bay. For what? Was it to save the sanctity of her marriage only to have it come crashing down through Peter's indiscretion? No! It was more than that. It was infidelity. Peter had been unfaithful to her, while she had fought to remain faithful, and it wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair, at all!
If she consciously thought of a revenge, she was not aware of it, but the following day, after an almost sleepless night, she insisted that, this year, she and Peter would go away on their vacation to the Bar X dude ranch.
"We need to do more things like that," she told him.
Peter's head pounded with a monstrous hangover. "All right!" he growled. "We'll go! Send in the reservations and be done with it!"
"I know we'll have a good time, darling." she assured him with a secret smile that bothered him somewhat. "It's got everything we want for a vacation. Beautiful, hot weather, swimming pool, stables with horses to ride." And Mike Rucker's cock to fuck with, she added silently to herself. Yes, at the Bar X was everything that they could want for their vacation, plus a little bit more as well!