Chapter 3

The cab slowed and pulled to the curb. In no time at all, they had arrived. They were on the street, Fred had tipped the cabby and they were left alone to stare at the store front. Fred was now faced with the reality of Sigrid and all the way in the cab, he had been silent, wondering how he should treat her and wondering what he would say if she mentioned anything about earlier this afternoon. He decided he would be alert and simply do everything he could not to let the situation arise.

Jenny, on the other hand, had been busy thinking how she would react to the situation:

would her sensuality show? Was it 'right' to feel the way she did? What would she do, later, getting Fred into bed after having seen the movies? Would she go berserk? Would Fred be amazed then repelled by her unleashed passion? She didn't have answers for any of the questions she asked; in fact, all her thoughts were fuzzy and the only clear-cut motivation was a desire to see the movies. She squeezed Fred's hand and said, "Let's go in."

They stepped into the store, the two of them with their faces flushed, grinning, as if they were doing something wrong. They were gay and laughing and none too steady on their feet.

Sigrid, locking up the cash box, looked up and smiled. "Well, hello. Back so soon?"

"Sigrid, I'd like you to meet my wife. Honey, this is Sigrid, the girl I was telling you about."

"How do you do, Sigrid."

Sigrid gave them both a surprised smile and said, "It is my pleasure to meet you."

They stood in awkward silence until Fred said, "Well. We were kinda thinking ... we thought we might see the show together unless there is some kind of rule."

Sigrid put her hand in front of her mouth and laughed. "There is no rule. The only rule is that you are of age and have the price of admission."

"Oh, then," Fred laughed, reaching for his wallet. "How much is that, again?"

Sigrid smiled, cool and blue-eyed, as she put her elbows on the counter. "I'm sorry, that is quite impossible. The last show ended five minutes ago. I'm closing up and you just happened

Jenny thought for a minute then laughed. "Well, nothing has happened.

Fred laughed. "That's true. Maybe we ought to go back to the hotel."

"No!" Jenny said, then added, smiling, "At least, not yet."

"Well, then, what do you want to do?"

Jenny shrugged her shoulders and gulped down her drink. "I don't know, anything you want to do, I suppose."

"Anything?"

It was as if Fred had just said a magic word. At the thought -- the thought somewhat fogged by liquor -- of doing 'anything' her husband might want her to do, the gnawing in her was rampant. She took a deep breath and held it, closing her eyes. Deep in her bones, she knew it was going to be a wild, exciting evening. "Anything, I'll do anything you want."

It was the way she said it, more than the actual words that excited Fred. It was as if she surrendered to him completely, that he could ask anything of her.

Fred was alive with energy and optimism. He sat erect, his glass held on high. "Okay, here's to one night the Morrison's won't be telling their grandchildren about! Waiter!"

They toasted each other and Fred ordered another round. "Okay, I say let's go to that party, if you're game."

Jenny found her heart beating hard as she nodded. "I'd like to at least see it. If it's too awful, promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"If I can't stand it, promise that we'll leave."

Fred held his palm up. "My solemn promise." But, he was grinning when he said it.

An aura of relaxation settled over them, once they had agreed. Fred suggested it was still early and perhaps they ought to have a few drinks before going. Jenny readily agreed and they snuggled against each other in the booth and talked, Jenny asking, "What do you think will go on at the party?"

Fred pursed his lips and looked judicious. "Lot of nudity, I suppose. Maybe, unless I've got a dirty mind, they'll be some sex."

Jenny giggled, half dizzy from the alcohol. "And we can watch?"

"I suppose so. Who knows? Maybe, like I said, I've got a dirty mind."

Jenny giggled again, wiggling closer to him. "I don't think so. We never talked like this before. Supposing we see some sex?"

"Yeah? Supposing we do?"

"Well, how will you feel watching two people making love, having sex right in front of us?"

Fred didn't like the tone the conversation was taking. "What do you mean, how will I feel? Excited, I suppose. Why?"

Jenny looked coy. "Would you feel like taking your clothes off?"

"What do you mean?"

Jenny took a deep breath and let it all come out. "Would you think of taking your clothes off and making love to me while other people watched?"

Fred's face turned a deep scarlet. "Of course not! What gave you that idea?"

"Nothing. It just occurred to me that you wouldn't mind watching other people make love and I wondered if you'd mind people watching you make love to me, that's all." Jenny looked cool and innocent. Neither of them yet realized they had just stepped into a chasm. Although the both of them were intelligent, they were still naive, and had no idea what was in store for them.

"But, you're my wife!" Fred blurted in answer to her question and, as soon as he had said it, he realized, what difference does it make? How do I know that the couple we are watching aren't married? What logical reason was there for him not to make love to her? The thought, once crys-talized in his mind, implanted there by Jenny's question, would not go away. He waved a hand. "I'm not an exhibitionist, I just like my love-making private, that's all." But it wasn't all. The image of him fucking his wife in front of strangers, danced in his mind like a demented phantom'. It could, it would be very, very exciting!

Jenny smiled reassuringly. "Just wanted to see what you'd, say. You could never get me to do a thing like that."

"Oh? Why not?" Fred asked. Although he didn't, in reality, want her to do a thing like that, he wasn't exactly elated when she said she would never do such a thing. He would have liked it had she been a little more risque about ii

"Oh, I'd be embarrassed to death. All those people!" She smiled at him shyly.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. .Let's say we drink up and go. Remember, if either one of us gets insulted or offended, we leave. Okay?"

"Okay!" Jenny said with a smile. She was drunk enough now to be recklessly fatalistic. She would let Fred handle and worry about everything. She would do whatever he told her to do. "This is going to be some night."

"You bet!" Fred said, draining his glass. "What the hell. It will be an experience. Something we'll never get a chance to see again, so we might as well do it."

"I like talking this way," Jenny said as they got up to leave.

In the cab, they said little, holding hands, smirking at one another, each with his private thoughts about the party they were going to. They were both afraid; afraid it would be a seedy or violent scene, afraid they'd be embarrassed. Also afraid they would somehow be sexually humiliated. And, their fears, their unspoken desires, their imaginations only excited them all the more. They were "both aroused by expectation and Jenny could feel her breasts swelling and the vaginal lips of her cunt grow moist against the tight crotchband of her panties. Fred felt his cock growing deliciously hard and the two of them were stroking one another as their cab drove out into the country.

Fred looked out of the window, wondering where and how far they were going. "If it's too far, we may have trouble getting a cab back," he said.

Another mile down the road and the cab turned off, went up a tree-lined road and pulled off in front of a beautiful white house of very modern Danish design. Any fears they had that they were getting into something sordid or cheap, were immediately gone by the tasteful and clean design of the house and the colorful mixture of paintings and wood walls they could see from outside. Whoever lived there, were obviously people of taste and wealth.

They stood outside looking at one another, Fred suddenly serious. "I'm not sure a couple of ordinary Midwestemers like us fit in here."

Jenny felt herself suddenly shy, sobered, magically by the reality of what they were getting into. She stood looking at the house, realizing this was no midnight dream, no rousing out of bed, sitting up, sweating and shaking, with wild sex-lust dreams still in her mind. This was the house, real, concrete and stone, and inside, she could hear the sounds of the party, a real party, going on.

Jenny stood, holding Fred's hand, on the verge of saying, "Fred, this is crazy. I don't want this. Let's go back to the hotel." Yet she bit her tongue and listened. The sound of the party, the cool insinuating beat of jazz music, the murky, exciting bubble of voices low and vibrant, the rich ribbons of laughter that snaked across the evening air; laughter that sounded lewd and smacked of an orange color stirred Jenny deeply, turning her mind from leaving. That lewd, raw laughter. Where had she heard it before? In her dreams. And her craving, her longing came back and she squeezed his hand. "We can always leave."

Fred grinned at her. That wild feeling of once, just once in his whole long life he should be a little reckless, came over him. "Okay. What the hell."

They strode to the door together and rang the bell.

The door was opened by an incredibly blonde girl, her hair bleached as white as some tropical beach, her eyes an incredible ice blue against her smoothly tanned skin. She looked at them in a poised way, a cigarette and drink in one hand. "Yes?"

Fred tried not to look at her in a lustful way. "We were invited by Sigrid Unser."

The girl smiled with teeth as white as a wedding cake and motioned them in.

The first feeling Jenny got was the fact that she was dressed rather poorly and conservatively compared to the women she saw. Cocktail dresses and pants suits predominated. Fred found himself the only male in sight wearing a suit, shirt and tie. All the rest were wearing gaudy mod sport shirts with scarves or turtle-neck sweaters.

The house was packed with most of the people in the large two-storied living room. People sprawled on couches, chairs, large cushions and pillows. The far end of the room was marked off by two long couches face to face with a velour covered mattress between them on the floor.

Fred and Jenny slowly mingled with the crowd, taking drinks from a tray. It seemed like any other party given anywhere in the civilized world. The only odd thing Fred saw was a platform with a movie camera and lights mounted on it. He nudged Jenny and motioned. "Why do you suppose they got that set up for?"

"To take movies, naturally," Jenny said.

"Or unnaturally, depending on the case," Fred said with a smirk.

Fred and Jenny found themselves a corner near the bar and they retreated to it and watched the party as the lights grew dim, the music swelled up and couples began dancing.

The intensity of the party grew as the music grew wilder, the dancing more abandoned and the drinks were flowing. Cigarettes were lit in the semidark and were passed from hand to hand like swooping, floating fireflies. A pungent odor began to dominate the room. Fred looked at Jenny and raised his eyebrows. A man in front of them, turned around and offered them a half-used cigarette. "No thank you," Fred said.

The man shrugged and offered it to another couple. Fred and Jenny stood, looking around the room, listening to the music and watching the people. Without thinking, Jenny began moving her hips in time to the music. The pungent burning odor of what Fred was sure was marijuana was all over the room now and people were moving about or dancing with dreamy absent smiles and the women began to dance a little looser, a little more abandoned.

Fred and Jenny kept drinking, with Fred making trips to the bar and finding it increasingly hard to get the bartender's attenttion. Finally, the bartender ambled over, smiling, a bottle in his hand and said something in Danish.

"I beg your pardon?"

"OH? American? Ha. Keep the bottle. I am having good time." He grinned and held up a bowl that Fred hadn't really looked at but assumed was filled with nuts or popcorn. It wasn't. "This is good. Have some hash."

Fred looked down into a bowl half full of homemade cigarettes. "What is it?"

The bartender leaned close and pronounced the word carefully, all horse teeth. "Hashish."

"Oh," was all Fred said, and, for some reason he couldn't understand -- perhaps he didn't want to be laughed at by the bartender. Already his style of dress stood out, so Fred took one and put it in his pocket.

Back next to Jenny he said nothing about the hashish and poured her a drink. Jenny was dancing in place now, looking out over the dark smoke filled room. "Look at that," she said, nodding.

Fred looked to see several couples necking, running their hands over each others bodies. Fred and Jenny stood next to each other in silence, looking around the room at the dancing and necking that was going on. One tall lovely raven-haired girl had stopped dancing and was kissing a man passionately, rolling her hips against his groin. Fred continued to pour drinks and they both drank without noticing how much they were consuming. It seemed as if the sex heat and energy in the room burnt up all the alcohol in their systems and only served to excite them all the more. Their minds grew blurry and reckless while their bodies grew vibrant and lustful.

The tall raven-haired girl broke free and began a wild dance in front of her lover, running her hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her loins while her fingers teased down between her legs. People moved away to let her dance solo. The girl's eyes were half-; closed and glazed, a glint of light catching and showing the wetness of her eyes. She might have been looking at her lover, she might have been looking far off, it was difficult to tell where she was focusing.

As the crowd began urging her on with a low murmured approval, she began to strip, taking off her jacket and letting it fall to the floor, taking off her blouse as she moved and writhed sensuously in time to the music and Fred I leaned forward, gaping, as he saw her take off her black bra and throw it to the floor and dance, naked from the waist up, her beautiful uptiltedl breasts cupped in her hands as she danced close! to her lover, offering them. Then she was unzip-1 ping her tight slacks and pulling them down, I shimmying in place, her breasts rolling and I quivering as. she squirmed out of the slacks and I stepped out of them, clad in only a brief pair of I panties. Slowly, moving in time, she rolled the panties down over her hips until they were noth-l ing more than a G-string. Fred could see the topi of her softly curling pubic hair and gulped his I drink.

With one last thrust downward, as if she were I giving in entirely, the girl tore her panties free I and stepped out of them naked and dancing wan-1 tonly, voluptuously, gradually sinking to the I floor where she writhed with Fred and Jenny I standing on tiptoe to see. She writhed and I thrust her hips up, her hands all over her body,! her legs gradually parting to reveal her female!

secret, her cunt that was now swollen and parted, its wet pink lips visible in the darkened room. Both Fred and Jenny felt as if a bolt of electricity had surged through them. Everyone in the room felt it and couples began kissing and fondling each other more passionately and Fred slipped an arm around Jenny's waist as they watched the girl working herself up to a sexual frenzy, lying on the floor, legs spread wide apart, her naked body visible in all of its female lust. Fred ran his eye over her large lovely breasts, her thin waist and firm stomach, her long tapered legs and her cunt that was just crying for someone to fuck it. Fred closed his eyes for a second and wished with all his might that he was the man about to fuck this wild woman.

But he wasn't. Her lover began to undress in a slow cold-blooded way, looking down at the girl who spread her arms out to him.

But it wasn't a 'him.'

Fred squeezed Jenny tight as he looked and gasped, his mouth dry. "Look, Jesus, look at that!"

Jenny and Fred watched in a growing sexual-stupor as the girl's lover undressed and slowly revealed himself to be a she. A woman, . with short hair cut like a man's. Tall, slim, with small breasts and slim hips.

She stood, naked, smiling down at the fullblown girl writhing at her feet. With slow lewd smile she kneeled then lay on top of the girl with her full length and kissed her passionately on the mouth, their tongues protruding.

Fred watched, feeling his cock as hard as iron as he saw the firm tight buttocks of the lesbian grind into the girl under her and saw the girl throw her legs wide and draw up her knees with an abandoned sigh. Jenny watched, her breath light and fast and her mouth dry as she saw their bodies writhe and struggle and move in an abandoned animal-like way. She had heard of things like this but never had imagined themi happening. Now, seeing it, it was tremendously exciting. There seemed no love in it, just a hot sticky animal excitement and searing pleasure.

Both of them watched, drinking, having unknowingly finished half the bottle, as the lesbian began a sensuous tongue licking journey down the girl's neck, all over her shoulders, her armpits, then, watched, as her mouth greedily attacked her breasts and nipples, licking, sucking, biting, arousing the girl to wild gyrations. I

The two of them watched, their eyes glassy as the lesbian continued on down over the girl's rippling stomach, her hand finding its way to her open cunt, kneading and parting the pubicl hair with her middle finger then caressing and| stroking the girl's cunt, running the fmgerj slowly up and down the girl's ever-moisteningj slit. They watched as the girl, still licking thej stomach, slowly let one finger sink into the redi warmth of the moist cunt and to begin to teas! ingly flick in and out.

They watched, their mouths open, their eyes| half-closed as the lesbian crouched naked, her! knees spread wide and licked with her tongue all the pubic hair and now finger-fucked in and outl of the girl's cunt with two fingers. The girl, oil her back, was going wild now, gyrating her hips and reaching down with her hands and entangling them in the lesbian's short hair and urging her mouth on downward.

Now the lesbian pulled her hands free and her fingers probed for the girl's tight buttocks, separating them with her forefinger probing for her anus. The girl threw back her head and closed her eyes and tilted her hips up and relaxed as she felt a finger tickling at her tiny puckered anus and the red wet tip of the lesbian's tongue beginning to flick over her clitoris.

The lesbian shifted position now, her legs toward the girl's head and sunk her finger into the anus with a sudden thrust that made the girl cry out in surprise and stiffen. She remained impaled on the finger while the lesbian drove deeper, sawing in and out. The gjrl cried but didn't stop moving, and, as they watched, the two of them sweating, her cries of pain worked themselves into moans of pleasure and she realxed and enjoyed the finger worming around in her. Now the lesbian's mouth looked like it was eating some juicy delectable plum as it closed over the girl's cunt.

The lesbian pulled her head away and with her free hand, she used her fingers to spread the girl's cunt wide-open and bury her wiggling tongue in it. The girl went wild, flailing out her arms, her face contorted by intense sweet pleasure.

Fred and Jenny watched as a man kneeled to kiss the girl passionately and the girl responded wildly. The man tore himself free to kiss and maul his companion. All around the room, couples, watching, were kissing, fondling each other, gradually disrobing as they watched! the scene on the floor. Hands, male and female,! were coming out to caress both the bodies: their! breasts, their buttocks. Some man had his handl in the lesbian's cunt as she sucked and licked at the cunt, her hand jabbing harder and deeper up the girl's anus.

Both Fred and Jenny were breathing hardJ Fred had never seen such a look on her face before. They looked at one another and kissed,! Fred sticking his tongue in her mouth. To hill surprise, she opened her mouth wide and shot! her tongue back. They pulled apart and looked! at one another, flushed, drunken, excited.

They looked at the two girls on the floor now.j The girl on her back was growing more excited,! her movements heavier and more convulsive! She flailed the air, reached for and caressed the! lesbian's buttocks, sighing and moaning all th«l time. Her fingers massaged and stroked her anus and her cunt. The lesbian moved her buttockw closer, the girl got her hands around her but-i tocks and pulled them toward her. The lesbianB responded, putting one knee over her head and! burying the girl's face between her thighs. TJm two clung together, sucking each other, movinM like some lewd, dancing snake.

"Yes!" Jenny moaned aloud as she saw a maul standing over them naked, his prick erect and! huge. A girl, next to him, still half-dressedM sunk to her knees and took the cock in her handl and looked at it dreamily before opening her! mouth wide and lovingly licking it and suckinw on it as if it were a large piece of sweet candy.!

Jenny felt herself melting. She thought she was going to faint and slumped against Fred. Fred was bleary from so much to drink and had now dispensed with a glass, holding the bottle by the neck and nervously taking nips from it. God! he thought, I've never been so hot.

He wanted to fuck, he wanted to get into the middle of all that was going on and suck and fuck and be sucked and be as evil and sinful as he could be. He wanted sex, dirty sex, all night long. He would worry about it tomorrow. He reached in his pocked and felt for the handmade cigarette. He pulled it out and lighted it without saying anything to Jenny. He took a puff and gave it to Jenny. Jenny, never taking her glazed eyes off the naked people now writhing on the floor, took it and puffed on it. She coughed and blinked her eyes. Fred took another puff and handed it back to her. Jenny held it forgotten in her hand as she watched two naked girls and one man. One girl was spreading the legs of the other so that the man could put his cock in her cunt. The two girls lay next to each other, caressing and kissing one another as the man fucked first one then the other.

She took, at Fred's urging another puff on the cigarette, tasting the strong odor and making a face. "What is that?"

"A Danish cigarette. It's good, take some more puffs," Fred urged.

They stood passing the cigarette back and forth, smoking, choking on the acrid smoke, and watching what was happening around them. Couples were sprawling on the two couches facing one another, lights were turned on them and

Fred could see someone operating the camera on the platform.

Time seemed to stand still for them: the sin] plest thing seemed to take a long time happen] ing and people's expressions were suddenly hi] larious. Both Fred and Jenny were leaning with their backs to the wall and Fred looked down at her, at her figure, at her breasts jutting out anil felt a surge of lust. He bent and kissed her oil the mouth and she wiggled her tongue in his mouth. He put his arms around her and ground! his hips and hard cock against her hips. Hi! hand felt the zipper on her dress and he unzipped it down below her waist and slipped hill hands in. He kissed her passionately and she responded with fire and his hands fumbled, all awkward and unused to such a thing, and found the clasp to her bra and unsnapped it.

Jenny pushed him a little away and for a moment, he felt he had gone too far, offended her, but then he felt her hands at his belt, unbuckj ling it, and unzipping his pants. He pulled onej hand free and, in doing so, pulled the dress freel of one shoulder. Jenny was bare on one side, her* bra barely covering her large, well-formal breast and hardening nipple. Fred pulled the! breast free and held it in his hand, his finger anil-thumb massaging the nipple and sending currents of pleasure through Jenny.

Jenny had her hand in his pants and her ha; on his cock. Fred got both of his hands free ani was pulling her dress up, pulling it up above her waist just as she pulled his cock free and ht pushed against her, hearing her moan and feeling his hard prick against the flimsy underwear!

Jenny moaned and threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth while his hands worked at her underpants. Fred tore his mouth free to whisper in her ear. "We could stop now."

Jenny cried aloud. "No!" she writhed against him. "You can do anything you want to me!" she moaned in his ear.

All reason left Fred. He would do exactly that. He would do anything he wanted to and with her. He tore at her dress while she helped him out of his* coat. They almost fell to the floor as they attempted to get each other naked and people turned to look at them. Jenny, with her back to the wall could see couples gathering around, smiling, watching as Fred stripped her in front of them and she felt a lewd thrill, a wonderful, swooning, giving-in, an abasement, a total abandonment of morals or values, a delicious hot feeling that made her willing to do anything.

She helped Fred off with his shorts and seized his cock in her hand and squeezed it. She was naked except for her garter belt, stockings, and high heels. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted to shout the word out, but there wasn't room to lie down. With a moan, closing her eyes, she sunk to her knees, still holding onto Fred's throbbing cock.

She opened her eyes and saw legs, naked all around her. Had there been a point when Jenny could have stopped, it was past now, gone, without her ever recognizing it. One thing had seemed to lead to another, never sharply, always gradually. It was impossible and of no interest to her to say precisely when she stopped being a spectator and started being a participant. In her alcohol fog and hashish fantasy, she was finally living out one of her wild and violent dreams. There were legs all around her, hairy legs and clean, well-shaped legs. And wedges of pubic hair and atavistic-looking cocks all erect and bulging. And Fred's cock in her hand, next to her face.

She opened her mouth and let the head of it brush on her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked it, tasting a droplet of cum on the very tip. A shudder ran through Fred and Jenny tasted his cock and found it tasted good and pulled the head into her mouth and sucked. She sucked, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth as Fred began to pump it into her lovely young face.

Legs moved close and Jenny looked up to see a buxom blond, naked, passionately kissing Fred on the mouth and Fred running his hands over her breast. Jenny sucked on his cock again and tried to look up, watching the two of them caressing and kissing over her. My God, a dim voice somewhere off in her mind cried, that's my husband!

But it didn't seem to matter much as Jenny felt the delicious sinful taste of his cock in her mouth and felt it growing bigger still till it seemed it would explode.

The girl moved away, pulled away by another man and another pair of legs replaced her, moving close; strong masculine legs. Jenny looked to see another naked man, standing close to Fred, his cock in his hand. She looked up to see the two of them grinning down at her. The stranger thrust his hips forward, his cock still in his hand. Jenny took it in her hand and stroked it while still licking hungrily at her new husband's. Then she took her mouth from Fred's cock, stroked it and stared, with half-open eyes, at the stranger's prick in her other hand. Slowly, lazily, she let her tongue slip out and lick the head of his cock. Then she let her lips slip over the head. It was thicker and shorter than Fred's.

Then she turned her head back to Fred's cock and sucked it, then back to the stranger's. Back and forth she went, moving more rapidly every time, sucking harder, feeling the two men pumping their cocks deeper and deeper in her throat as they crowded over her, holding her head now in their four hands, turning her first one way then the other. Then, her mouth spread wide, she had both cocks in her mouth at once and was sucking as hard as she could.

Hands were on her shoulders and back now, pulling her away from Fred and the stranger, pulling her over backwards with people making way so she could lay, full-length on her back, on the floor.

Naked people were all around her, running their hands over her naked inflamed body. Jenny felt as if her brain were on fire. Fred was above her, straddling her, grinning down in a wild way. Hands, many hands were pulling her legs apart and Fred was kneeling between them now, heavy, and breathing hard. Then, with a wild cry, she felt his cock slip into her tight warm pussy that was crying to be fucked as it had never been fucked before.

Jenny closed her eyes and moaned, her childhood sexual fantasies now reeling around her in all their beautiful reality