Chapter 1
Jason Hamilton was a discontented man.
Not destructively discontented ... Jason was not the type to consider the services of a psychologist or a shrink, but he was feeling something he had seldom felt before ... lost, uncertain, confused.
Jason took another sip of his drink and looked up at the evening stars. The cool summer night was quiet and serene, the air fresh with the myriad smells of the season. Carla was in the kitchen doing the dishes, and Jason could hear her humming, content and happy, as if nothing unusual had happened that afternoon.
And maybe nothing unusual had happened for Carla. They all said that she had changed with her marriage to Jason, ten years ago, and she seldom, if ever, talked about her life before their nuptials. Whenever Jason asked his wife about her life and loves before they met, she just shrugged and cleverly changed the subject.
Jason looked at the stars, shining like beacons in the clear summer skies, and he wondered what might have happened, what he might have become, if the path of his life had taken a different turn. He longed to know those things which lie beyond the boundaries of his comfortable existence. He felt a distinct ache, and it was the first time in ten years that he had not been pleased with his pleasant, structured, secure lifestyle.
Jason had been a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force when he met Carla, eleven years ago. They had been introduced at a party in Washington, D.C. by the coy, scheming hostess, who just knew a perfect pair when she saw one.
Carla had been a model, a very highly-paid model, much in demand. She was a luscious woman, young, fresh and very beautiful. Her tawny brown hair hung long, cascading over bare shoulders that were brown from many shooting assignments in the sun. Her face was sculpted by the gods-perfect, incredibly lovely. When she smiled at Jason that first time, he knew that he had to have her.
Her body was flawless. Firm, proud breasts swelled deliriously above her low-cut evening gown. Her narrow waist dipped in and then curved outward to form smooth hips and down into long, perfect legs. She talked only briefly with Jason that initial meeting, barely getting to know him, and she smiled and turned and walked away. He watched, thoroughly enticed, as her buttocks rolled in her tight dress, one cheek thrusting out as she stepped, then rolling as the other pushed out, and Jason realized that he had an erection.
He just couldn't let her get away ... and he didn't. They left the party together and went to Jason's hotel room and made slow, sweet love through the night. It was the beginning of a courtship that would last almost a year and a marriage that would survive for ten, until, on that summer evening, Jason wondered if he had done the right thing.
Carla was excited by Jason's thrilling life as a pilot, and everyone thought he had a promising career in the Air Force. He was going to try out as a test pilot and join the top ranks of his field, but, after meeting Carla, events just didn't go that way. She made such a difference. He was helplessly in love with her, and the dangers and challenges that never fazed him in the past looked different now.
So Jason left the Air Force, bought a house at Diamond Harbor, took a job behind a desk as an aerodynamics engineer for a huge corporation that offered a lot of advancement for eager young executives, became a community leader and settled down to a secure life with his new bride.
Everything had been so simple ... until that day when that one incident had turned his thoughts around, had drastically altered the organized state of his mind. Now, for the first time in his life, he was totally confused. He didn't really know how to handle his emotions.
It had been a totally ordinary Saturday afternoon. Ted and Paula Carter, friends and neighbors, had come to the Hamiltons' home for barbecued steaks and beer out in the sun. They swam in the pool and ate salad and steak and drank gallons of beer. It had all been so pleasant and conventional, until....
Jason had been standing in his kitchen, cleaning the grill over the sink, when he looked out the window and saw Ted Carter walk over to Carla and stare down at her magnificent body, a hard-on sprouting in Ted's briefs.
At" thirty, Carla looked as lovely and desirable as she had over a decade ago when Jason met her. She exercised regularly and kept her body in trim and sexy. She was a sun worshipper and her favorite pastime on a quiet afternoon was to lie in the rays of Old Sol, read a romantic novel and then masturbate to release some of her pent-up passions.
Jason couldn't blame Ted for reacting to Carla's body, but he had to admit to himself that he felt a pang of jealousy ... and that pang was about to grow into a monster!
Ted and Carla talked for a while and then Jason saw his friend ask something and his wife gave a little nod. Ted took off his bathing suit and let his swollen, throbbing cock out! My God! And Carla reached down and pulled off her own bikini bottom. She then held up her arms for Ted, offering herself to him, and he mounted her, right there on the lounge chair. Carla opened her legs and cunt for him and his long, hard cock was gliding smoothly into Jason Hamilton's lovely mate's hole!
Jason was in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ted Carter was on top of his wife, fucking her! And Carla was responding, meeting Ted's strokes, rising and falling with him, expertly using her body to give him a good screw. And what was really amazing was the fact that this was no "first-time fuck," no ... this was an act of sex between two people who knew each other intimately. There was no testing, no feeling out, no exploring. Ted fucked Carla with intent, purpose and intimate knowledge from the opening glide.
Jason couldn't move. He just stood and watched and then he had done something that would later shock and embarrass him ... he unzipped his own trunks, whipped out his cock and began masturbating.
Jason could hardly control his lust. He wanted to, for some reason, time his own release to match that of Ted's. But after the first few strokes, he felt the cum balloon and begin to rise in his shaft and he had to stop jerking, then rub very softly to postpone the gushing of his wad to match that of his neighbor's.
Carla had two orgasms underneath Ted, both of which were powerful enough to make her call out her joy and clutch at Ted's back. Finally, Ted gave one last, deep thrust into Carla's body and held, and Jason saw his buttocks quiver as he shot his load inside her. Now, Jason could come also and he pushed his hips out and blew his jizz into the kitchen sink.
Jason sat on his patio and remembered it all very vividly. They had made it right here, on this lounge chair that Jason was now resting in.
He had been furious at first, wanting to go out and tear Ted's balls off and shove them down his throat. But he had cooled off as quickly as he had flared up, and then felt only remorse. When he looked up, he saw Carla walking towards the house and he quickly washed his sperm down the drain so she wouldn't find his evidence of shared passion, and he then acted like he had seen nothing.
But all this wasn't bad enough. Then there had been the phone call from Carla's old roommate, inviting her to spend the following weekend at her apartment in Las Vegas ... and Carla had accepted the offer with joy, and without even giving it a second thought. Now she would be leaving Jason for three days and God only knew what she would be doing in Vegas.
Jason would have a week to get used to the idea. He would try to convince himself that Carla was only going to visit with an old chum, and it would all be very innocent, nothing more than two girlfriends getting together for a reunion.
But Jason just couldn't shake the gripping feeling of discontent. When Carla joined him on the patio and put her fingers in his lap, suggestively, he found that he had absolutely no desire for her. He couldn't imagine taking a piece of ass from this whore ... this slut, who was letting the neighbors mount her at their whims.
Jason went to bed early, leaving Carla to watch the late movie by herself. But he couldn't sleep, and lay awake for a long time. Soon, he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife masturbating herself on the couch.
Let the bitch jack-off! he told himself. I'll be damned if I'm going to touch her!
For every man whose life takes a wrong turn, there is a Guardian of Fate. Jason Hamilton was soon going to meet his personal sentinel in the guise of an enchantress.
Paula Carter was becoming very excited watching her husband, Ted, and her neighbor, Jason, moving around poolside in their brief swimsuits. Their male bodies looked so good, browned from the summer sun and toned from regular exercise. Paula was getting hot.
She and her husband were spending a Saturday afternoon at Jason's house. They loved to swim in the Hamiltons' pool and have lunch on the spacious patio. Carla Hamilton was out of town for the weekend so, like any good neighbors, the Carters came over to give Jason some company. Jason put some ribs on and tapped a keg of beer while Paula fixed a salad. They all ate and swam and laughed the afternoon away.
But Paula noticed that Jason was a bit quieter than usual, a bit slower in his laughter. She figured that he was concerned about Carla.
In the early evening, when the weather began to cool down, they moved their little party inside. None of them bothered getting dressed, and this did nothing to alleviate Paula's desire. By this time there was only one thing on her mind ... sex! Watching the two beautiful hunks all afternoon had almost been too much for her.
Finally, Paula Carter could take no more, and excused herself to go to the Hamiltons' bathroom and take a hot shower ... to warm herself up, she told the two men ... she was feeling a bit chilly.
It wasn't warming up that Paula needed, but cooling off, and she accomplished this by fingering herself through three rapid-fire orgasms. Afterwards, she quickly rinsed off and stepped from the shower stall to find Ted standing there, waiting. His trunks were in a pile at his feet and his cock was stiff and ready for her. Paula moaned and grabbed her husband's meat and pulled it to her. She smiled from ear to ear as she guided him, his prick sliding deeply into her.
Ted pushed his wife against the tiled wall and took her standing up in the Hamiltons' bathroom. He was sure that Jason could hear them, because Paula was moaning so loudly as her bare ass pounded against the tiles in the rhythm of their screwing.
It didn't take them long. Paula soon felt Ted shudder in her arms and cling to her, his cock coming alive in her box and spitting its hot wad into her depths. The juice trickled down her tanned thighs and Ted left a trail of cum on her bush as he pulled out of her, his cock discharging one last, delicious spurt.
When they were finished, Ted took a quick shower to rinse off and Paula went out to find Jason taking a late swim. They figured he probably hadn't heard them after all ... but he had.
His friends went home early, and Jason was glad they were gone. The nerve! Going into his bathroom and rutting like animals ... all that Ted Carter thought about was balling! And Paula ... that slut! Sure, she was very attractive with her light brown hair and great bod and hazel eyes and full lips and sweet, bouncy tits and ass ... but she was so readable! All afternoon, she had been staring at Jason's and Ted's crotches, and drooling and licking her lips, and it was so obvious what she wanted. She was a nympho!
And her husband was a satyr!
They were both shameless....
Little did Jason Hamilton realize that he was about to be launched on a series of adventures that would make the Carters' playful antics look like Sunday school tricks.
Dominique St. Armanda gave Carla a towel so she could dry off her body after her bath. The brown-haired beauty thanked her friend with a smile as she stepped from the huge, sunken bath.
Not very often could you find a pair of more beautiful women. Dominique was a world-famous model who had bought and designed her own modeling agency. She specialized in lush women, not the skinny ladies you see in the dress commercials, but full-bodied, gorgeous women who were perfect for bathing suit ads, underwear commercials, and a few specialties, like films and photographs for magazines.
When Carla had retired from her career to marry Jason, Dominique went on to become rich and famous in her glamorous industry. She built a reputation for herself as the queen of vivacious models.
The two girls hadn't seen each other for over ten years. When they had separated, Carla moved east to make her home at Diamond Harbor and she corresponded on occasion with Dominique, chatting twice with her on the phone. But the two friends never seemed to be able to get together for a visit.
Now Carla was spending the weekend at Dominique's penthouse apartment in Las Vegas, at the model's invitation, and this reunion was long overdue.
As Carla dried her lush body, she heard Dominique's telephone ring and she smiled to herself. She knew whom it would be.
Right on time. Nine o'clock in Las Vegas and midnight at Diamond Harbor, and Jason calling right on the mark. Dominique brought the receiver to Carla in the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Dominique looked in on her friend, hoping she was trying to talk Jason into their plans. But Carla was busy doing something else at the moment. She was lying on the fuzzy bathroom rug, totally nude, the phone receiver propped up by her ear. Her hands were between her spread thighs, working like crazy on her cunt, masturbating. Her sweet butt was rising and falling with the same tempo as a hot fuck, and she was obviously screwing her husband long-distance.
Sure enough, on the other end of the line, Jason was also naked and lying on the bed. His receiver was propped by his ear and his buttocks were pumping like crazy on the soft mattress as he fucked into his fist and dreamed that it was Carla's juicy pussy. She whispered into the phone, talking him through his sex with her, and he gasped and talked back.
Jason was saying things that he had never said to his wife before ... dirty, obscene things. He was letting go. He hadn't had an orgasm in a week, ever since the one into the kitchen sink while watching Carla and Ted fuck. He just didn't want sex that week and he had turned Carla down night after night. Now, their separation was doing them some good, Jason had to admit, and this, along with all he had seen and heard the Carters doing that evening made Jason very horny and set for some action, even if it was just person-to-person phone sex with his wife.
Carla was using all the love-talk she did when they were together having sex. She loved to gasp and talk dirty while fucking, and she was a master at it.
"I want you inside of me, darling. I want to feel your big cock stroking in and out of my pussy ... deep ... deeper ... so good! I want to feel it swell in me and grow and need to possess me. I want to take you and want you to use me! I want you to fuck me, darling. Fuck me!"
Jason was responding. And, more than that, he was talking back to her. He never spoke or called out his feelings during love, but tonight he was matching his wife's dirty patter, word for word.
"Yes, Carla ... I'll fuck you! I'll shove my dick into that sweet hole of yours until you cry for me to let up ... and then I'll just poke it to you some more. No mercy! I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more!"
In only a few moments, Jason's body stiffened and arched on the bed. He felt the semen balloon up in his swelling dick fast, and there was hardly any build-up. The pressure was too great from his abstinence, and his cum quickly gushed up and shot out of the expanding tip of his cock, the hot love-juice splashing on the wall.
Carla heard her husband moan on the other end of the line and she was a bit surprised. So soon? she wondered inwardly. He usually enjoyed his sex longer. Poor darling, he really must have been horny.
Carla moved her fingers expertly to join her husband's moment of release, quickly bringing her body to a shuddering climax.
When it was over and the last sensations of coming were done and the two long-distance lovers were deliciously spent, Carla made her proposition.
Dominique listened intently on the other side of the bathroom door, hoping Jason would go for their idea.
"Dominique has asked me to stay with her longer, darling," said Carla, "and she wants you to come and join us. Oh, honey ... I'm having such a good time! You have some vacation time built up ... can't you call your boss and tell him that you're taking a couple of weeks off? Please? And come here and join us. It'll do both of us so much good."
"Well ... I could use a vacation."
"Absolutely! You've been under an awful lot of pressure lately."
"And I do have it coming to me...."
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll see if I can get the time off."
"YIPEEEEE!!!"
Dominique heard Carla's cry of jubilation and she grinned and thanked the goddesses.
It was all settled so fast that it made Jason's head spin. His boss had been totally understanding, even in agreement that Jason needed a vacation. It had been two and a half years since he had taken any time off, and that was sick time. Jason could use a break.
He sat in the comfortable seat of the jet as it winged its way toward Nevada, and he accepted his second martini from the pretty stewardess. He smiled and felt good. In one week, he had gone from a deeply de pressed mood to one of joy and excitement. Jason wasn't a moody man. He seldom became emotional. Deep inside, he sensed that he was on the verge of a change.
Something else told him that he was on the brink of an adventure. If only he knew....