Chapter 10
Jenny sat laughing to herself. She controlled her laughter long enough to take another drink of scotch and then started laughing again, almost choking. Nick was some man with some kind of brass nerve!
When Fred came home, the last person she expected to see him with was Nick Condos. But there he stood, polite, extending a hand and saying, "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Morrison."
He was insane! The absurdity of the moment stunned Jenny so that she was expressionless. She stood staring at him with her limp hand in his as Fred explained, "I think I've told you about Nick before, haven't I? Nick is going to drive me to the airport."
Nick explained that they had met for a drink and that he was happy to drive his old buddy to the airport.
Jenny regained her composure and made drinks for the three of them. The sheer brazen quality of Nick's act exploded in her brain and she bit her tongue against laughing. She came back to them with the glasses, smirking, feeling sexy. It was exciting to have her husband and Nick in the same room without her husband knowing that Nick had fucked her half silly on the very couch they were sitting on, chatting. Hell, she thought, they had fucked and sucked everywhere, including Fred's bed in the den.
After they were gone, after she had said, "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Condos," and after Fred had given her a friendly pat on the arm and peck on the cheek and left, Jenny had sat down for a good laugh and a drink.
She poured herself another drink, a quick one, before she got busy preparing for the evening. There were drinks to prepare and "reefers" to be rolled. Tonight was going to be a big night.
Previously, Fred had said he would be out tonight. He was always out over the weekend, coming home in the wee hours near dawn, tired and still drunk. Nick had laid careful plans for this evening. Now, they had the whole weekend ahead of them. "Oh, boy," Jenny said, sitting down, shaking with desire and deciding to have still one more drink. Jenny was completely under the spell of
Nick Condos now. There were times when he frightened her, even hurt her, but, he more than made up for them in theirs she had never experienced before. She found an odd, overwhelming sensuality in having him dominate her, for her to do whatever he said or wished. She found herself cumming in giant orgasms four, five, six times a night as he humiliated her in every imaginable way. She found herself hooked, addicted to situations that sent her into paroxysms of ecstasy. She loved it, when, one night, Nick had dragged her in front of the open window of her bedroom, the lights on and made her do a slow strip until she was naked and then, in plain view of anyone passing, forced her down onto her knees and made her suck his cock until he came in her mouth. Made her? She had literally hung onto his cock like a drowning woman to a stick of wood, she had actually tried to suck his cock off of his body and, she had loved every moment of it.
And she loved posing for the obscene pictures he took of her and loved to hear him say, when he was fucking her with his long hardened cock, that he was going to show the pictures around, to servicemen, and some night he was going to bring strange men over to her house and watch them fuck her. If he ever wanted to do it, Jenny, with a secret thrill, would have done it.
Now, his fancy was different. He told her of a colored girl who he had met and fucked. He told her the girl was bisexual and that Friday, tonight, he was bringing her over and that the three of them would have a little party.
The only time Jenny had ever done anything perverted, anything of a lesbian nature, had been in Denmark. She had been crazed with drink and drugs and driven into a sexual frenzy by all they had seen, and so she didn't care. Secretly, she had loved it. Three months with Nick had changed her attitude too. If she was bisexual, so be it. There had been something fascinating, lewd, carnal, and exciting about making love with a woman while others watched. Tonight, with Nick running the show, should be no exception.
She busied herself around the house, turning on low lights, preparing and setting out food and drinks. Rolling reefers and placing them on the coffee table, stacking mood music on the stereo and changing into a slinky, sexy negligee that showed her whole voluptuous young body, her breasts, her nipples, her stomach and soft pubic hair in filmy outline underneath. She stood in front of a mirror and admired herself, turning to see her proud and firm buttocks outlined breathtakingly. Might as well start the evening off right, she told herself.
Nick, who insisted on a key, let himself in and Jenny found herself meeting her first prostitute. The colored girl was tall, willowy, attractive, and had a cynical smile on her lips. From the way she moved, Jenny could tell she didn't have anything on under her miniskirt. Jenny liked the sexual way she took in her body, looking at her breasts and her loins and slowly letting her tongue lick her lower lip. She offered the girl a drink and took in her smooth brown legs and figure. Nick introduced her as Mavis. Jenny toasted her and said,
"Here's to a lot of fun tonight, Mavis."
Mavis grinned lewdly, raised her glass and said, "Right on."
Jenny drank, thinking, we'll see whose the real whore tonight, Mavis baby. You'd better be good.
Nick took his drink and flopped down on the couch next to Mavis, stroking her bare thigh.
"Did you see Fred off?" Jenny asked.
Nick grinned cynically. "I left him at the bar. The flight was delayed and he wanted to see if he could make out with a chick sitting at the bar. I gave him a couple of addresses up in Cleveland so he'll be busy."
"Who is Fred?" Mavis asked.
"My husband," Jenny said with a grin at Nick.
"Wooeee! White folks .sure are strange. Sure going to be a wild night!" Mavis said with round eyes.
"A wild weekend if all goes fine," Nick said with a leer. "Jenny, come over here and meet Mavis. We'll smoke a reefer and I'd like you two to get better acquainted."
Fred was, at the moment when Jenny started necking wildly with Mavis while Nick watched, across town, drinking in the Ukrainian Hall. He had taken a cab back from the airport. Nick said he had a date and so he wasn't worried about seeing him. Only Sissy remained to be dealt with and she was sitting patiently beside him, waiting for him .to suggest they take a ride, patiently drinking one boilermaker after another as if they were sodas. She was content to sit the whole night away, drinking, listening to pol kas, watching TV and occasionally making conversation.
Now that Fred was confronted with the reality of catching his wife in the actual act, he was apprehensive and decided to have a few drinks for courage. Combined with the drinks at the airport and the situation ahead of him, he got drunk very fast. He told Sissy he had to go see a business acquaintance and that he would be back. He drove the streets aimlessly, smoking a reefer as he drove, getting high until he hit on a crazy, drunken idea.
Back at the hall, he sat next to Sissy, ordered another drink then suggested they go for a drive. Sissy, smiling, her leg rubbing his as she got off the stool, knew what he wanted. Fred, gleeful, malevolent, had hit on a crazy scheme. He would fuck Sissy in the car, within sight of his house and then go in and catch the dumb bitch right in the middle of something. He chose the street right behind his house. It was dark, tree-lined, didn't have much foot traffic and Jenny's bedroom was in the rear of the house.
They parked and was soon sucking on Sissy's nipples while she cupped her breasts in her hands and watched him, breathing over and over, "I want it, I want it, I want to take everything off!"
The back of his house was dark still, but he could see lights on in front. He giggled to himself. This was going to be fun. Sissy had his rock-hard cock in his hand now and he had his middle finger squirming around deep in her cunt with her legs spread as wide as possible.
A light went on in Jenny's room!
Fred had to see this and he had to be fucking Sissy when he saw it. He slid to his knees and got between Sissy's legs. With a sigh and a smile, she opened her legs a little wider and braced her heels up on the dashboard and grabbed his cock in her hand. Fred let her rub the head of it over the slit of her cunt, feeling her moistness. God, she was hot and ready! He would fuck the hell out of her while he watched Jenny and then, then, he would fix her good and come off looking good.
He held Sissy tight in his arms, ready to ram it home to her, his head turned toward the window.
The faces and bodies he saw made his mouth hang open! It couldn't be! The distance was too great or his fogged mind was playing tricks, but Fred swore that Nick, his buddy Nick, was forcing his wife down on the bed while the colored girl, the prostitute, was kneeling down to lick Jenny's cunt!
"That rotten son-of-a-bitch!" Frett roared, pulling away and getting wedged between the seats and Sissy's legs as he reached for his clothes.
"What? What's the matter?" Sissy cried, "The police? The police? Police! Oh, God, I knew it, help!"
"Shut up!" Fred hissed. "Get into your clothes! There's no police. I just saw something. Get dressed, hurry!"
Before Sissy was half dressed, Fred was gunning the motor and tearing around the block. Coming down his block he saw a foreign sports-car parked in his driveway. It was Nick's! Nick, that son-of-a-bitch, was two-timing him with his own wife! He was going to fix the both of them!
He parked down the street, told Sissy to wait for him and walked up to his house. Stealthily, he let himself in. Drinks were all over the living room and the pungent odor of pot hung heavy, sweet and drugging, in the air.
He tiptoed down the hall, his fists clenched. He paused by the door of Jenny's bedroom and listened. There was the low, fevered, murmur of voices, moans of delight and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Fred gripped the knob of the door tightly, opened it and stepped swiftly in.
No one noticed he was there! On the bed, Jenny lay sprawled spread-eagled, her legs split wide while Nick fucked her. The Negress, on her hands and knees, was crouched over Jenny's face and Fred could clearly see Jenny's red tongue sliding up into the colored girl's open and waiting cunt. As he stood watching, he saw Jenny's white hand snake across the girl's brown buttocks and sink one finger into her tiny working anus. Nick, fucking into Fred's wife's cunt, was watching the two, leaning forward to lick the colored girl's anus and saying, "That's it, suck her cunt good, Jenny baby, suck it good!"
The incredible lewdness of it all, the abandoned eroticism of it rooted Fred to the spot as he watched, aroused, thinking,-that's my wife, that's Jenny. The old wild feeling he had in Copenhagen came back and he wished he could sneak out, look through the window and watch her behaving like a common whore.
But it was not to be. It was as if they sensed his presence, felt his hostile yet excited feel ings. Nick looked around first. Then they were all looking at him from their lewd tangle of naked arms and legs.
It was difficult to tell who moved first. It must have been Fred. No one said a word, with Fred lunging at the bed, at Jenny. Nick moved with blinding speed, reaching out and slapping Fred on the shoulder and knocking him off balance. As Fred fought to regain his footing, Nick slipped behind him and got his arms in a hammer lock. "Whoa there, just a minute!"
"You bastard, you rotten son-of-a-bitch, I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you!"
They struggled around the room with Nick quickly proving he was of superior strength and skill. He held Fred from behind, twisting one arm until Fred was subdued and standing still. "Now," Nick panted, "what in hell is the matter with you?"
"The matter!" Fred was so outraged by the question that he began struggling again. Nick said, "Sorry to do this and twisted his arm until Fred yelled and stopped. They were facing the bed where Mavis and Jenny still lay, looking at the two of them with fearful eyes. Nick's voice grated in Fred's ear. "You are a pain in the ass, you know that? Look at you, holier than thou. Everybody in this room knows what you've been up to. Jenny told me all about you in Copenhagen. Remember, buddy, it was you who dragged her to that store and movie and, eventually, the party. You could have always said no, so just think about that!"
"Fucking someone else in my own house!" Fred roared, glaring at Jenny.
"In your own house!" Nick yelled back. He tightened his grip on Fred's arm and said, "You've got it coming. I've been watching you operate for months. You know what you are? You're a liar and a hypocrite and there's nothing in this world lower than a hypocrite because they're all cowards. Yellow. You couldn't stand to be level with anyone so you sneak around and grab the goodies when no one's looking. You couldn't stand to think of yourself doing things with your wife, so you go out and pick something up and play dirty behind the barn then come home and get moral. It's all right for you to do it but it isn't all right for Jenny to do it. You make me sick!"
Roughly, he shoved Fred toward the bed. "You're going to learn a lesson. You're going to see what kind of wife you have. She likes to be humiliated. Did you know that, Dum-Dum? Jenny, isn't that true?"
Jenny looked at Fred and a thrill ran through her. "Yes!" she breathed.
"You'd better believe it. You're going to stand here and watch Jenny make love to Mavis. Right now. Jenny!" Nick commanded in a rough voice. "Start making it with Mavis."
Mavis was frightened and tense, never taking her wary eyes from Fred's livid face, but, she obeyed Nick and lay back on the bed. Jenny reached over, separated the soft quivering lips of her cunt with her fingertips, spreading it wide so that Fred could see the ruby color of Mavis's still wet cunt, and, with a lewd smile at Fred, she bent her head and began to lick the brownish girl's clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
Soon, Mavis seemed to forget all about Fred and her liquid hips began to move as she grew hotter and sexier. Soon, their hands were caressing each other in obscene ways as Fred watched, feeling his cock going rigid erect, feeling an unholy kind of excitement engulf him as he watched, helpless. Mavis was pushing Jenny off now, forcing her back on the bed, licking and sucking Jenny's hard nipples, licking her stomach and her thighs then plunging her head deeply between her widespread legs where she licked and sucked furiously.
Fred was breathing hard now and so was Nick close behind him. Nick was relaxing his grip but Fred made no move. He watched, his eyes glazed as Mavis crawled over Jenny with her long lithe body and the two of them were performing sixty-nine, licking greedily at each other's cunts. Then Mavis broke free, rolled Jenny over on her stomach. She looked, smiling, at Jenny's proud, well-formed buttocks. A second's pause and she split her buttocks wide with her hands and bending, stuck her tongue as far as it would go up Jenny's tiny, clenching rectum.
Jenny moaned and wiggled with delight. Fred was suddenly standing alone, dizzy with lust. Nick had let go of him and was on the bed, fucking Mavis from behind with all his might.
For the second time in a few minutes, Fred was getting undressed, panting, tearing at his clothes. Then he was on top of his wife, pushing Mavis out of the way, giving her the fucking of her life. Jenny was later to admit that she had never been so screwed in all her life. She was begging him, "Fuck me, fuck me, do it like that, darling, don't ever stop!"
And it seemed like Fred never would. He was possessed of a superhuman energy, his body was suddenly all corded muscle and he fucked his wife with an abandon and energy that bounced them across the bed and sent them crashing to the floor where he continued to fuck wildly into her, battering her body and making her see stars with each insane, pelvis-shattering thrust. Jenny came and then came again in a long scream as Fred continued fucking between her widespread legs with a maniacal fury.
Sensing her body going limp, he pulled away from her with a snarl and clambered back up on the bed, his cock rock hard and grabbed Mavis.
"Both of us at once!" Nick called and Fred knew what he meant. He forced Mavis on top of Nick, watched, as she guided his great cock up into her wet cunt then watched with gloating glee as she moved up and down the shaft, her buttocks undulating. She bent over and spread her buttocks, exposing her tight puckered little anus and Fred attacked her as she cried and moaned.
Jenny crawled up to the edge of the bed to watch. She watched, seeing Mavis pinioned between them as she had once been a seeming century ago in Copenhagen. This was going to be great to watch. Later, she would have them do it to her.
She watched her husband, his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he fucked the Negress cruelly in her anus, battering it all the way home and cumming deep up in her bowels, pumping hot fluid into her anus with a wild guttural roar. Fred collapsed and Jenny and Fred watched as Mavis and Nick fucked crazily away until they both came.
Then they sprawled naked, breathing hard, looking off. Jenny smiled, thinking it was indeed, going to be quite a weekend. She didn't yet know it, but" it was going to be quite a life, for this weekend was the beginning of a sex cult and wife-swapping club that would change their lives and force them to move from this town and on to Cleveland where they could carry on such activities more in the open with the aid of Nick Condos and his contacts.
Fred sat up in bed, looking around. "My God!"
"What's the matter?" Jenny asked as they all sat up in alarm.
"I forgot all about Sissy!"
"Sissy?"
Nick laughed. "Where did you leave her?"
"Out in the car."
"Who's Sissy?" Jenny asked and Fred explained and they all laughed.
Jenny stretched languidly on the bed and they all looked at her magnificent naked form. "Invite her in. After all, four's company, but five can be a ball."