Chapter 6
"I can't believe this," Frank said, taking a few steps back. "All in one afternoon, my wife had sex, and-"
"Frank, you're not letting me finish."
"I can't imagine what the hell else you could possibly say."
"Try," June said, starting to get annoyed. He wasn't taking the news like she expected, not at all. Just when she'd gotten over her own prudishness....
"Frank, I told you they're swingers. They've extended us an invitation to swing with them whenever we want. That means you can do it with Sally."
"Sally?" Frank's horrified expression intensified. "June, I hardly know the woman-I think I've only seen her twice."
"So, how does she look to you? You know, her hair is red everywhere."
"I didn't...well, that's not something I'd dwell on," Frank said, edging away from her. "You say you saw it?"
A harsh tone crept into his voice, and his eyes narrowed. "I think some kind of bullshit is going on around here, like you're using that magazine as an excuse-"
"What were you using it for?" June barked back, now angry. "Do you really think you can convince me it's only a joke? Are you really sure you weren't trying to interest me in this?" She held up the magazine, opened to a page showing two women having sex with one man.
"It's an excuse," Frank said. "Maybe you've been fucking around with what's his name, Jim, and you've cooked this up. Telling me you've had sex with another woman. You? You don't even want to get off your back when we're in bed!"
"Honey, I changed," June exclaimed pleadingly. "This has been building up in me-"
"I don't know what's been building-"
"You wanted this for me," June insisted. She was getting more and more aggravated about his attitude.
She wasn't the only one who'd abruptly changed, she thought. A day ago, the positions were reversed. Now, with what Frank wanted staring him in the face, he was acting more reserved than she ever did.
Drawing in a deep breath to compose herself, June said quietly, "Frank, do you really think I'd deceive you like that?"
The suspicious look vanished from his eyes, replaced by one of utter confusion. "No...you wouldn't...but I never thought you'd do something like this."
"But, Frank, isn't it what you wanted? "I don't know what I want or don't want right now," he said, turning to head for the bedroom.
His cock was completely soft, she noticed. Through the half-opened bedroom door, she saw him hauling his underpants up over his balls and then step into his pants.
"Look, I have to go out for a little while," he said. "This is all just too much for me. I, I'll be home later."
"Frank, wouldn't it be better if we just sat down and talked it out? Maybe invite Sally and Jim over-"
"For what, an orgy?" He pulled his shirt on so hard, he almost tore it. "I don't know what's happened...no, I don't know what I want...I can't talk...I have to go somewhere and think this over for a while."
With that, he left the house. June started to go after him, but she remembered that she was naked. Before she could locate her clothes, she heard his car start and drive off. A sick, sad feeling came over her, and she dropped her bare ass on the couch.
How badly hurt was he? She was angry, but more at herself than at him. How could she have been so naive? People didn't always act the way they talked...and the way she just threw it at him probably had a lot to do with his reaction. Fighting back tears, she called Sally.
The redhead came over about five minutes later. The first thing she did was insist that June drink down one of the beers she brought over, then she sat back down with her. June had quickly thrown on an old housedress, a wedding gift from a well-meaning but rather befuddled older relative, and her short blonde hair was wildly out of place.
Sally had tied her red hair up in a pony tail. Her stomach was bare, the tails of her black blouse tied up in a knot under her breasts. From one side, just a hint of the lace of her bra could be seen. Her legs and a good deal of her thighs were bare under a black leather miniskirt, and her open-toed sandals highlighted her red-painted toenails.
"I guess you just moved too quickly," Sally said. June replied that she'd already thought of that. "But, look. I would have made the same mistake. "Just like you, I thought he was really ready."
"The question is," June sighed, "now what? I don't know how I'll deal with it when he comes home."
"So, don't deal with it," Sally shrugged. "Look, I'm not saying you should be cold-hearted or anything. There are some things that people just have to work out for themselves, no matter how close they are to someone else."
"Well, you worked out my, uh, confusion for me," June pointed out.
"Did I? Honey, you did it all. If you'd been annoyed about the tapes, we would have shut the TV off and just had a quiet afternoon. And you didn't just decided to fuck Jim, you out-and-out attacked him!"
Despite all her upset, June had to laugh. "I guess I did...you just happened to be there when the explosion happened."
"It's funny, though, that Frank's hinting around didn't bring that out in me."
"That's easy," the redhead chuckled, leaning back and propping a foot up on the couch. The miniskirt slid to her lap, revealing the lacy crotch of her almost nonexistent panties. "As you know now, he wasn't sure about it himself. You picked up on that, and you were already unsure-"
"And it made me even more unsure," June finished. "But, I did shake him up. Badly."
"Ever think he might need it? You've gotten a look at a side of him you hadn't seen before."
June's expression brightened at that. "Sally, I love you. Now, I don't feel so bad at all." She looked down at herself and laughed again. "You know, we could be posing for some sort of weird commercial. I mean, you're ready to go out, and I'm the frumpy housewife."
"Actually, I am ready to go out," Sally laughed in reply. "You're right, though. It's sort of like the old generation meets the new, that type of thing."
"I didn't mean to slow up your evening," June said quickly. "I guess Jim's waiting for you, right?"
"Nope!" Sally shook her head and grinned. "I am going out by myself tonight. Sort of a hunting expedition."
"Hmm. I guess I don't have to ask what you'll be hunting for," June replied. "But, well, safety, you know."
"It's not a hunt like in unknown prey," Sally explained. "I think I mentioned before, I know lots of people on the swing set. You know, I should call it 'orgy set.' Anyway, I'll go to different places and see whom I can meet up with."
"Sounds fascinating," June said. "And Jim won't mind or anything?"
"No, he goes out by himself sometimes, too. That's when I stay home. Once in a while, he gets lucky, and a little more often, I get lucky."
"Lucky. You mean...."
"Right, end up fucking, anyway. So, are you interested in coming along? Of course, it would be a good idea if you'd changed."
"Well, sure," June said, really wanting to but feeling a bit nervous about it.
"One thing, you don't have to wonder how Frank will feel-you already know!"
June couldn't help laughing at that. She and Sally went into her bedroom. "Problem is," June said, "I tend to dress like an accountant. If I wore my work clothes, the only people I'd attract would be those with money problems."
"Oh, you have to have something...how about the stuff you wouldn't dare wear?"
June quickly darted to her closet and retrieved an outfit she'd bought to turn Frank on with. She'd only worn it once, to greet him when he came home. Although she'd planned on wearing it outside the house, somehow, she never found an occasion.
She sure as hell had one now, she realized. The top was a sheer nothing blouse, the same light-blue as her sexiest bra. The bra itself was partially see-through, and June shivered with delight to discover that just about all of her breasts could be seen by anyone who looked closely.
"I guess you haven't been paying too much attention to your wardrobe. Monogamy will do that to a person."
"Why do you say?" June asked, gazing at herself in a full-length mirror.
The short hem of the top left her lower body bare. Sally tried not to stare too hard at her naked cunt and ass as she replied. "You don't have any sexy underpants!"
June recalled that Frank had inadvertently torn her last pair of turn-on panties. "Maybe I just shouldn't wear any?" June mused.
"Eureka!" Sally exclaimed. "You know if we both do-" she paused as she hiked up her skirt and quickly shimmied her underpants down her legs. Bending over, her butt cheeks parting to expose her crack to June's gaze, she continued, "-we'll really turn up the heat. Mind if I leave these here?" She waved her discarded underpants around.
June told her to go ahead, and the redhead draped the undergarment over the back of a chair. "Sit on the bed with me a minute," Sally said. "And look at the mirror."
To her delight, June parted her thighs and leaned back to see the blonde thatch of her pussy hair in the mirror. Her darker cunt lips were partially obscured, but their outline would be noticeable. A glance at Sally's reflection showed the red of her neighbor's pussy patch.
"We are all set," June exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I guess you know where to go...me, I'll go anywhere."
"Don't worry, I'm a good safari guide," Sally said as June followed her out to her car.
Frank had no idea where he was going until Mara's apartment building loomed up ahead of him. She'd know more about this, he reasoned. She'd be able to tell him what to do.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that she'd been telling the truth. That was worse, somehow. If she'd been having an affair, that at least was something ordinary. But a sex party? And, he'd had an affair, a real sneak-around like he'd tried to accuse her of.
Yes, Mara would know something. He realized he hadn't called her, so he quickly pulled over and got out his cellular phone. His fingers shook as he punched up her number, and he sighed loudly with relief when he heard her voice.
"Hi, Mara. I was just in the neighborhood, and-"
"Sure, come on up," she said. "I'm glad you called. If you were still at the office, I would have called you-I know better than to call a married man at home. Are you close by?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. About five minutes."
She answered the door in a waist-length robe that was decent by a small fraction of an inch.
Frank kept his gaze on her face, silently wishing she hadn't attired herself so attractively. He was feeling that tingle in his groin, but the rest of him didn't want to so much as hear about sex.
She offered him a beer. Frank answered, "I'm not sure." Mara turned to look at him as she went to get beers for both of them, and looked critically at his face.
"You are not a happy man. I know it's not trouble at the office, because I would have heard at least something about it. Therefore, it has to be at home problems."
Frank rolled his eyes as he deposited himself on her couch. "I guess you wouldn't know, I mean, like professionally, but, how can you tell if someone went crazy?"
"You think your wife is nuts?" She sat next to him, crossing her legs.
A bit of brown pussy hair peeked out from under the hem of the robe. He glanced at it hungrily, then lifted his eyes to her face. "I don't know. It isn't obvious, like ranting and raving or talking nonsense. She talks normally-I mean, the way she says things, but what those things are...damn."
"Okay, what did she say? People can get pretty nasty when they have a fight. You know they don't mean it, right?"
"Yes, no, I mean, we didn't have a fight. Or, at least, she didn't fight. Nobody got nasty."
"Wait a minute. How do you feel right now?"
"like I'm the one who's going crazy."
"This is starting to sound strange. You didn't have a fight, or a two-sided one, and you left the house anyway. Do I have that right?"
"Yes." Frank took a good, long deep breath and sighed as he exhaled. "I got, well, freaked."
Slowly, he told her what had happened at the house. In answer to Mara's question, he said, "She wouldn't joke like that, for one thing. Even if she took it into her head to do that, she wouldn't have let it run past the point where I'd leave."
"Well, good for you!" Mara plunked her beer down and jumped to her feet. "You're fine!"
His expression of bewilderment was so total, it was actually comical. Mara laughed. "Don't you see? Didn't she mention it? Something like this doesn't just happen to someone."
"Ah, yeah, building up for years, I think that's what she said."
"And you think of yourself as the typical monogamous type? Some people are, you know."
"Ah, well, I'm married," Frank said. "Doesn't that mean that?"
"No, it just means you're married. That's what 'swinger' means-married couples who trade partners. You need variety, and so does she. I guess you didn't tell her about us?
"I have an idea, if you can handle it. Let's go back to your house and discuss the whole thing with her. Maybe we can get something going."
Frank's eyes bugged out. Sliding away from her, he clasped his beer like it was trying to get away and moved his mouth up and down in an effort to speak.
"Frank," Mara said, a chiding tone to her voice. "Can you honestly, really, tell me you never thought of swinging and multiple-partner games?"
An abashed look replaced his gloss of bewilderment. "Yeah. I guess, no, damn it, I know that's why I brought the magazine home. It's like I created a monster-"
"Oh, come on," Mara sneered, waving her hand at him in a disdainful gesture. "You created a whole new sex life. Look, if we're going to go, I'd better dress."
Turning her back to him, she took off her robe and flung it over a chair. There was no way Frank could keep from staring at her naked buttocks as she strode into her bedroom.
He expected her to take a long time, but she emerged about five minutes later, wearing a thin blouse through which her lacy bra showed and a miniskirt that seemed to stop just below her waist. "Lace panties," she said. "Bikini style." She flipped up her skirt, giving him an eyeful of her lace-covered pussy mound. Bits of dark brown pussy hair stuck out sensuously from the openings in the lace.
"We'd better go right now," Frank said. "I'm starting to feel better about this, and I'm also starting to feel horny about it."
Mara didn't have a car, saying that people were always giving her rides, when Frank asked her why. She sat a respectable distance from him in the front seat, keeping her legs open just enough to permit him a teasing glimpse when he looked up at the mirror.
His feelings kept switching from horny to bewildered, and he struggled to keep his mind on the road. As he turned down the street he lived on, the full realization of what he was doing struck him and made him nervous. Aware of his tension, Mara softly told him that things were going to work out.
All the houses on either side of the street were dark, and that made him feel a bit more at ease. Light was coming from the house next door, though. Jim and Sally's.
Leaning toward her, he half-whispered, "Her, uh, friends are home, I think."
"Hey, great," Mara said, grinning all over herself. "Since you're completely freaked already, you won't be more shocked if I tell you that might just mean orgy."
"I probably wouldn't know what I was doing," Frank said mournfully. He gripped the steering wheel tightly enough to whiten his knuckles.
For some reason, he hadn't noticed that his own house was dark as well. Puzzled, he stepped out of the car and gestured to Mara to follow him as he approached his front door.
June wasn't home. The last time she'd been away this late was over a year ago, on family business. Mara stood silently in the doorway, watching as Frank peered into the bedroom.
"Her car is still here," he said, concerned. "I don't know where the hell she could have walked at this time of night."
Mara suggested they check the kitchen. There, Frank found a note that June had taped to the refrigerator. Hi, my new girlfriend and I are going out for a night on the town. Don't wait up for us. Love, June.
To his utter confusion, Mara leaned against the refrigerator door and laughed out loud. "Oh, Frank, she was born for the 'life.' I'll bet your neighbor is going to take her to all the hot spots . . .meet all the swingers."
"Are there a lot of people like that?" Frank asked, careless of his choice of words.
"People like your wife, you mean?" Mara retorted. "There sure are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm one of them. Look, you have to decide if you want in or out. Frankly, we wouldn't be here if you weren't an 'in,' right? Damn, Frank, you're good with the software, but you can't handle your wet ware."
"I can keep my head together-my 'wet ware' is fine," Frank snapped back. "Yes, okay, I'm horny, and what are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm certainly dressed for going out," Mara said. "And you look fresh enough. So, why don't we go out like your wife and your neighbor's wife did?"
"Why don't we?" Frank replied emphatically. "We can come back here and fuck in my bed-say we come back a little early-then, she'll come in and I'll see just how much she's into the 'life'. "
Just then, the doorbell rang. Jim was there, and he invited Frank and Mara over.
"Since we're neighbors, we should get to know each other," he said, and smiled. Frank introduced Mara, and Jim said hello as casually as if Mara had been June, his wife. Obviously, the man saw nothing out of order about Frank's being alone in the house with another woman.
Despite his misgivings, Frank found himself instantly liking the man. From what June had told him when Sally and Jim first moved in, he was also a computer pro. Although they were in different areas of the computer field, they were still colleagues, however remote.
And Frank always liked computer people. Numbers people, too.
"I'm not breaking anything up, am I?" Jim asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, no," Mara replied, just as casually. "We won't get around to fucking until later."
"I guess you guys have plans?" Jim glanced at Frank, who tried to stammer out something.
Mara answered, "No, we were just going to go out somewhere. Drinks, maybe."
"Well, I have plenty of beer and snack food," Jim offered. "And I have some tapes I think you'll find rather interesting."
"Hey, thanks," Mara said. "We'll be right over."
Jim went back to his house. Frank looked at her quizzically. "You act like you already know the guy. I sure as hell don't. And, what's this about a tape?"
"Walk slow, and I'll explain before we get there." Mara opened his front door with one hand and tugged at his sleeve with her other.
As Frank locked the door behind them, she continued, "He's the guy your June had the three-way with, right?" Frank nodded. "Okay, he's a swinger, and he's new in town. I'm not sure he knows if there's a swing set-hah, an orgy set-around here. There is, like June's finding out right now, but we keep it quiet. As for the tape, well, I think I'll just let you see for yourself."
He'd expected a wild, sort of bohemian-looking place, but Jim and Sally's living room was quite conventional. The decor was in quiet good taste, and nothing about the room suggested that sex parties were held there.
With a courtly gesture, Jim ushered Frank and Mara to a large, comfortable couch. "Be seated, please," he said theatrically. "Refreshments, then the show will begin."
Jim ducked into the kitchen. "This is a nice place," Frank whispered. "I'm not so nervous."
"Maybe," Mara whispered back, "you finally got all the bugs out of your wet ware."
Jim burst back into the room before Frank could reply. He plunked a six pack of imported beer on the coffee table and set up a bowl of popcorn next to it. He stepped up to a rack filled with videotape cases and gazed at it thoughtfully. He turned to look at them, and Mara spread her legs.
Frank noticed that Jim's glance ran right between her legs. Jim moved his gaze to Frank, then back to Mara, then back to between her legs, then back to Frank again. Finally, he smiled and raised a finger.
"Ah-ha! I know exactly which one."
Snapping a tape out of the case with a grand flourish, he stepped up to the VCR and put it in. Seating himself on a chair next to the couch, he clicked the VCR on with a remote.
The living room they were in came on screen as a voice announced that the filming had begun. There was a shriek from Sally, and the camera caught her clutching her bunched-up clothing to her chest. She protested with a shrill giggle that she wasn't ready.
Then, a naked Jim appeared in front of the camera. "Hmm, I was wondering what your prick looked like," Mara said. "It's nice and thick, a pussy cock. Frank's here is slender and longer, an ass cock."
"Well, thanks for the compliment," Frank murmured. The glimpse he'd caught of Sally's nudity revved up his lusts, and he felt his cock start to elongate in his briefs.
Another naked man appeared. "That's Andy, sort of a friend of the family," Jim explained. "See? He has an ass cock, too."
The man's cock seemed very long, and there was something odd. Frank gasped out loud as he realized that the man had no pubic hair.
"Andy-likes to shave," Frank said. "He's a considerate guy-doesn't want his ladies to get pubic hairs in their teeth."
Mara let out a hiss and jammed her thighs tightly together. Frank gazed up and down at the new man. His chest was also hairless, serving to accentuate his firm build. His coal-black hair was rather conservatively cut, and his thighs showed a bit more musculature than his chest and arms.
"That guy a swimmer?" Mara asked. "I once slept with half the school's swimming team, and-"
"All at once?" Jim interjected.
"No, over the course of a week," Mara said. "Anyway, they all had bodies like his."
"He was on the swim team in school. Still keeps up with it," Jim said. "You're right."
On the screen, the two men stepped aside to reveal a completely naked Sally. Frank squirmed around in his seat, drinking in the sight of her large breasts and red pussy bush.
"Your wife is absolutely delicious," Mara said, clapping her hands.
The on-screen Sally gazed critically at both men's half-hard cocks. Shaking her head and casting them both a disdainful look, she reached out and took hold of both penises.
Looking straight at the camera and assuming a comically angry expression she said, "Now I know what's more useless than a limp dick-two limp dicks!"
Both men stood there, motionless, their faces blank. Their eyes were directed toward their feet, and a casual observation would assume they were totally unaware of either Sally or the camera. Then, Sally turned and knelt before Andy, sticking her tongue out at the camera before pressing the tip against Andy's cockhead.
Immediately, he became erect and animated. Leaning down, he grasped Sally's shoulders. The redhead took his cockhead between her lips and drew in a bit of the shaft, then she took it out again and gave it a grudging nod of approval. Turning to the other man, she did the same.
"Well, at least they're ready," she said to the camera.
"You and June do much anal?" Jim asked, as the on-screen Sally stood up and turned sideways to the camera.
"Well, we've been thinking about it," Frank said, discomfited by the question.
He didn't need to be reminded how restricted his sex life had been. It wouldn't be anymore, he reflected. June couldn't possibly get upset with him over Mara. Unless she decided she wanted to, anyway. People just couldn't be counted on to play by the rules, he'd been around enough to know that.
"That means no," Mara said slyly. "We both know how you feel about anal, Frank."
"Well!" Frank sat up straight and glanced over at Jim, who didn't seem in the least interested. On the screen, the camera was moving in for a close-up of Sally as she bent a little to take Andy's cock between her butt cheeks. Frank leaned forward, feeling his own erection strain against his pants.
"She's going to take the other cock, too, right?" Mara leaned back, spreading her thighs a little further apart. "That's something I love-double penetration."