Chapter 12
HELEN DID GO TO THE PARTY, BECAUSE this seemed to be the only way she could see Andy, short of calling him at his office and arranging a date behind Liz's back. This Helen wouldn't do. Anyway, she didn't know whether it would work-Andy might turn her down, and that would be a hard blow for her to take.
More and more, her thoughts were centered on him.
Getting away from her house to go to the party was no problem, because Jerry wasn't home that evening. He was out with some woman.
Helen's marriage was in a shambles. There was no use trying to kid herself that it could be saved, or that it was worth saving. Jerry was not the kind of man she needed. The more firmly she realized this, the less important became the little qualities of his which had appealed to her-they were not the stuff on which a lasting marriage could be based.
She was prepared, when she went to the party, to have another wild time such as she'd had with Liz and Andy before. She didn't object to that, nor did she look forward to it particularly. She would be with Andy for a little while, and no doubt feel his touch and kiss again. That was what she wanted.
But she quickly discovered, after she met the Bairds in a restaurant, that Tom was going to be a factor to contend with. His eyes were on her all the time.
Andy kept looking at her, too, but he tried not to be so obvious about it. She wondered how he really felt about her. She had to find out before this night was over.
When Tom suggested that the party move to his house, everyone agreed. Once there, the affair started to swing right away.
Eloise led the festivities by proposing that she and the other two women do a go-go dance for the entertainment of the outnumbered males. Liz agreed. Helen didn't care for the idea, but she had drunk a good deal by that time and she went along with it. Anyway, she couldn't very well have refused. She knew what kind of a party it was going to be before she came-inhibitions (and clothing) were to be cast aside and everyone was to enjoy himself or herself in a carnal way.
The casting off of clothes began immediately, for what good was a go-go dance that wasn't topless? Liz wore a two-piece dress and could have kept her skirt on, but she removed it to conform to the style of the other women, whose one-piece dresses were removed. Bras quickly followed.
Eloise wore no slip, so she was left in lacy black panties, a black garter belt and dusky hose, cinched high on her thighs. The white flesh which gleamed between her stockings and pants was stimulating in the extreme.
Liz wore a blue short slip which was lacy and slashed at the side. Helen's minislip was a shocking red; she had bought it especially for the party. She wore red fishnet stockings to match.
Dressed like this, the women began to gyrate to a hard-rock LP which Tom played on his stereo. Eloise's titties lurched and leaped loosely about, while Helen's bounced heavily and Liz' vibrated with appealing tautness, keeping their pointy, out-thrust shape.
Tom and Andy sat back, drinks in hand, and enjoyed the spectacle. Both had hard-ons. Never had they seen such a display, which was at once theatrically bawdy and intimate.
The flashing stockinged legs were appealing, as were Eloise's bare upper thighs and the occasional glimpses which were had above Helen's and Liz's stockings. However, it was breasts that stole the show-bouncing, vibrating, swaying, swinging breasts-three nude pairs of them on active display at once!
The girls tried to outdo one another in the way they made their titties jump. Eloise also fondled and squeezed hers, watching Andy all the time. Helen was playing mostly to Andy, too. Only Liz seemed impersonal about her performance, and both men would have been surprised if they had known the thoughts which were going through her mind.
Finally the long-playing record came to an end, and the men clapped loudly.
Tom lunged, grasped Helen and drew her down onto his lap. She felt his big bone poking at her lightly clad seat. He drew her face to him for a kiss and at the same time filled his hand with a ripe bulging breast.
This left Eloise, Liz and Andy to amuse themselves as best they could together. Again Eloise took the initiative by joining Andy on the sofa where he sat. She embraced him, and they lay over onto their sides, her hand moving at the front of his trousers while he toyed with her tits.
Liz wouldn't be shut out, however. She dropped to her knees beside the couch, then furnished the first surprise of the evening by stroking Eloise's soft, smooth flesh, rather than Andy's masculine form. She leaned closer and affixed her mouth to the other woman's thigh, between the lacy edge of her panties and the top of a tightly-gartered stocking.
Eloise looked around at Liz, her face portraying astonishment, then a strange fascination as she watched and felt Liz's loving lips and tongue at work on her. Andy was stroking Eloise's tits at the same time. He twisted his head and caught Eloise's mouth, inserting his tongue between her lips.
But she pulled her mouth free of his and stared down at Liz once more while Liz licked along her stocking top.
Andy looked at his wife, then Eloise looked at him.
"My God!" Eloise said-that was all.
He smiled faintly. He had been prepared for the possibility of a development like this. Its occurrence made him a little sad, but it relieved him, also, for it opened the way to a fulfillment of the new desire that had come to him in recent days.
He gazed over Liz's head at Helen, who was being embraced by Tom. She looked at Andy. Their eyes communed warmly while each was involved with another partner. It was clear that these involvements were of the body only. Their spirits were with each other.
The party proceeded on its merry way. Tom went after Helen eagerly, while Eloise enjoyed the luxury of having two persons (representing both sexes) pay court to her softly voluptuous charms.
It was necessary for the party to run its course. Both Andy and Helen understood this, though they would have preferred very much to have it over now and to go away somewhere to be alone together. That would happen before the evening was over, they both hoped.
But for now...
Tom's hand moved on Helen's firm, rounded thighs, stroking and kneading the pliant flesh while his tongue stroked in and out between her soft, sweet-tasting lips. He alternated the tongue-stroking with a gentle nibbling at her lips by his own; he licked all around her mouth, stretching and shaping her lips as he might have stretched and formed the orifice of her cunt. By now, his hand was fully up into her warm, soft crotch, and he was tickling the plushy split of her pussy through her gossamer red panties.
Helen's thighs yawned wider and wider. She wanted Andy, but this man who was with her certainly knew how to turn a girl on! Her nubile body couldn't help but respond to him.
Tom's tongue delved deeply in and out of her mouth, lapping up her sweetness. His inquisitive fingers carried a panty elastic from one groin to the other, exposing the golden bush which grew on her pussy curve ... and, more important, exposing the throbbing, moist pussy itself.
He plucked at her cunt hairs gently, lovingly, and she knew he was a man who enjoyed cunt in all the various ways-by hand, mouth and penis. What was more, he wouldn't proceed too swiftly with her. He was no Jerry jackrabbit.
"Take off my panties," she purred, as she leaned closer to him.
"With pleasure, darling," he said.
He gave her a little pat on the hip and she stood up. She remained within his reach and he pleasurably gripped the top elastic of her red slip, drawing that down first. She leaned on his shoulder as she stepped out of it, her titties swaying. Now he lowered her panties in the same way, and she stepped out of them.
She was a wonderfully erotic vision in a slender red garter belt and red fishnet stockings, with her billowy cunt hair gleaming on the ripe crescent of her twat.
He said, "How would you like to lie down on the floor?" "Love it," was her reply.
He got up, sporting a long stiff boner, and tossed pillows down to the rug. Helen lay down on them immediately, while Tom stood above her and took off his clothes ...
Liz had slid Eloise's briefs off, and Eloise had opened the front of Andy's pants. While she played with his pecker, stroking the velvet foreskin up and down across the corona of his penile head, Liz licked and sucked around Eloise's soft, moistly fragrant thighs. The scent was an enticing mixture of perfume and fresh arousal. Liz adored it. The more she licked, the more Eloise exuded the delightful aroma and moistness.
Andy kissed Eloise's mouth and pulled gently at her tits, twirling the stiffened nipples between the tips of his fingers. After a time, he worked his mouth down onto the lush, soft mounds which bore the same perfume she had placed on her thighs. He breathed in this sweetness while his tongue traveled up one titty-slope and down the other ... over and around her nipples ... along the crease under each breast and up through the valley between them. He centered on one nipple finally and drew it into his mouth for a deep, soul-satisfying suck, while his hand toyed with the tip of the opposite titty.
By now, Liz had worked one of Eloise's thighs up over her shoulder and was hunching down to Eloise's oozing, hairless cunt. She licked along the moist, plushy furrow, then dipped her tongue into the slick, pink crevice.
"Oh," Eloise said, and writhed gently while pulling more aggressively on Andy's stiff peter. The situation on the couch was fast approaching a point where a decision would have to be made about who was going to screw whom ... and how. A number of possibilities were open to the three participants.
Liz determined what would happen, by the way she went after Eloise. She snuggled more of her body into the V of Eloise's thighs and all but pushed Andy off the couch completely.
He took the hint.
Anyway, he wasn't burning to screw Eloise. Eloise or Liz, it made little difference to him, because it was clear now that Eloise had gone the Lesbian route before and enjoyed it as much as his wife did.
He got up and looked down at the writhing females-Eloise on her side, twisting and ohing as Liz hungrily devoured her cunt, while the latter knelt beside the sofa. Watching them, Andy took his clothes off...
Nude, his magnificent prick sticking out and upward like a lance at the ready, Tom dropped to the floor, landing on his knees beside Helen's pillow bed.
He petted her gleaming, smooth thighs, then proceeded to unsnap each of her garters in turn and roll down her imagine red stockings. He bent, kissing here and there along her legs as he denuded their taffy-lengths.
When he reached her toes, he kissed each of them in turn. Helen rolled from side to side on her bare ass, letting her pussy wiggle. Tom sighted upward between her open thighs and watched the rosy orifice of her vagina open and close as she twisted.
Suddenly he surged forward, up the narrowing valley of her thighs. He grasped those luscious slabs from underneath, his thumbs sinking into their soft inner slopes, and he spread the gates of lust wide apart.
"Oh!" Helen cried, as his ravenous mouth went down on the split peach at her loins, his lips clamping onto its moist outer puffiness, his tongue sinking into its succulent center.
Andy glanced over and watched him eat.
The room was alive with mewlings and murmurings and the soft sounds of lips and tongues slurping at moist cunts. It was hard to say who was doing a better job at cunnilingus, Tom or Liz. Tom was eating Helen's pussy with perhaps a little greater style and dexterity than Liz showed at Eloise's cunt, but Liz made up for any lack of technique by the sheer lustful hunger of her onslaught.
Helen was enjoying Tom's attentions-that was for certain but, as she tossed her head on a pillow and her golden hair streamed across the rug, her eyes caught Andy's and she gazed warmly at him, as if to say that she wished the mouth at her organ was his.
He smiled and continued undressing.
Tom licked in and out of Helen's cunt, then up and down each lip. He swabbed her tingling clitty. He clamped his mouth on her rosy hole and sucked, taking in sweet gobs of her cunt-juice.
He clamped his teeth gently around one of her pussy lips and nibbled at it. She writhed and keened softly.
He nibbled at the other lip, twisting and turning his head in the aromatic valley of her thighs. He licked down her crotch and across her tiny ass-hole, which puckered when his tongue touched it.
His tongue swabbed upward and dipped deeply into her quim once more. He lapped in and out while his lips fastened onto her pussy lips and sucked...
Nude, Andy approached the rear end of his wife.
She had her head buried deeply in Eloise's crotch, gobbling greedily. Her ass wiggled this way and that as she knelt beside the sofa.
Andy fell to his knees behind her. He gripped the panty elastic which crossed the small of her back and stretched it up and toward him, carrying it away from her white, dimpled bottom.
He drew her blue briefs down her thighs and worked them out from under her knees. If she wondered at what he was doing or why, she gave no sign of it. Most-likely, she assumed he was going to screw her from behind and was happy to have him do it while she tongued Eloise.
Andy pushed Liz's stockinged legs a little way apart so that her shaggy black-haired cunt was on total display. He tickled and petted it with his fingers and she writhed a bit more actively.
In spite of her new-found interest in females, Liz still enjoyed the touch of a man. Andy knew this. But he also knew that he couldn't share his woman with other women. He had just about decided that he didn't want to share a woman with other men, either, even if this gave him a crack at the other men's wives.
Swapping was all right, but a lot depended on the way a man felt about the woman he was offering for a swap.
He thought of Helen as he tickled Liz's ass. He wished that the cunt he was feeling belonged to Helen; he wished it was adorned with buttery blonde curls instead of Liz's black ones. He wished that the rosy moistness which his fingers exposed led into Helen's warm depths instead of into the depths of his screw-around, cunt-licking wife.
But it was Liz's ass which was in front of him now, not Helen's. It was Liz's ass that he would have to screw, unless somehow he could get Eloise away from Liz ... and that, frankly, wasn't worth the effort.
He gripped his husky prick in his hand and moved up to Liz's backside.
As the tip of his cock parted the folds of his wife's moist pussy, slid in and was followed by the knobby head of his dong, he tried to imagine he was penetrating Helen.
Liz ground her ass against his prick thrust, imparting a voluptuous sensation to his corona as he sank it deeper. He drove his rod into her all the way and then he started pumpstroking in and out and in rotation while Liz ground her rump and tongue deeper into Eloise's pussy at the same time.
Eloise was gripping her own throbby tits and working them avidly as she gasped and cried with joy.
Liz, caught happily in the middle, between female and male, bumped her rump and licked and sucked, getting excitement at both ends.
Andy pounded his wife's plump buttocks as he sti d his hot cock in and out of her twat. He turned ant. matched as Tom was about to mount Helen...
She was panting with desire, wild to feel a prick inside her.
She didn't care much at this point in this state of excitement whether the prick belonged to Andy or Tom or to the cop who directed traffic on the comer. A prick was a prick was a prick when a lady felt this horny!
"Oh, screw me!" she cried. "Baby, screw me hard!"
She made of her hands a funnel in front of her flaring cunt, and she channeled the blunt head of Tom's pecker into her, followed by its bone-hard, wrist-thick shaft.
He sank his cock deeply into her, then ground it deeper yet. Already spasms of completion were beginning to shake the beautiful, voluptuous Helen.
Tom palmed both her tits and lay on his wide-spread elbows as he hunched in and out of her, grunting, "Oh, shit! Oh, baby! Screw me, you luscious cunt!"
She pumped as he screwed her. Their loins beat against each other avidly.
Andy was screwing Liz with equal vigor, but without the same degree of concentration on the physical part of it. Before him, he had to watch her rooting in another woman's crotch, and he couldn't help but be affected by the way Eloise bumped her pussy against Liz's face and otherwise indicated her extreme delight over the oral love which Liz was giving her.
This was arousing in itself, but it aroused Andy in the wrong way, making him want to do something more than just screw his wife. Liz had her back arched and was rotating her ass against the pistoning of his pecker in and out of her cunt. She obviously was pleased to have him continue what he was doing while she continued with Eloise.
But suddenly the urge came over Andy to do something else more shocking, to demonstrate how he really felt about what was happening.
He did it, pulling his prick out of Liz's pussy with a wet sucking sound, guiding it the inch or so upward to the orifice which lay hidden between her plump, white buttocks. He ground his slimy cock at that tight little hole, pushing with all his might and, before Liz knew what had happened, it had slid into her anus.
She raised her head from Eloise's crotch and shrieked, but Andy bad his cock well embedded in her rectum by now, and he proceeded to screw her ass-hole, paying no heed to her cries of pain and protest. If anything, her cries spurred him on. This was what she deserved and what he wanted to give her...
Tom and Helen were at the peak now. She was squealing and shaking with the bliss of her continuing orgasm as he pumped his hard cock deeply in and out of her cunt. That cunt was grabbing at him and creaming copiously.
He glanced at the three persons who were draped over the sofa-Eloise under Liz, Andy atop Liz's back-and Tom's own orgasm ripped through him, causing his cock to jerk and jerk as it spewed forth its thick lengthy jets of semen.
Eloise grasped Liz head and pulled it back down into her crotch. Liz submitted because, now that she had gotten used to the pretense of Andy's penis in her ass-hole, it wasn't half bad ... and, besides, she had a climax of her own to reach.
Her open mouth clamped hotly onto Eloise's throbbing twat, and Liz's saliva drooled into Eloise's spasming hole even as Liz lapped up the other woman's cunt-honey. Andy growled as he pumped and ground his prick in his wife's upturned ass.
Soon he set off a chain-reaction climax, jerking and jetting his cock-cream hotly into Liz's rectum. This sensation was so different from anything she had ever felt before and so thrilling that she clamped onto Eloise's pussy hard and pistoned her tongue rapidly as she reached her zenith. Eloise caught the orgasmic fever, shaking and crying with delight as she squeezed her own titties with her hands.
Andy immediately went to the bathroom and washed up. At the same time, Liz went to the other one.
Eloise was left alone on the couch, and she blinked at her husband who was just now dismounting from Helen's voluptuous form.
Helen got up and began to gather her clothes.
By the time Andy had returned, she was half-dressed. She rushed to him.
"Let's go to your house," she said urgently. "I can't stay around here any longer."
Andy asked Tom, "Do you think you can keep two horny females happy for the rest of the night?"
"If I can't, I'll die trying," Tom grinned back.
Andy quickly dressed.
Inside of five minutes, he and Helen left the house together.
In the car, she snuggled against him and he caressed her hot, silken thighs. She opened the zipper at his fly and let out his resurrected pecker. She stroked the adored rod gently while he petted very close to the shrine of her womanhood, which he desired so much.
As soon as they reached his place, they hurried into the house together. It was late at night, so it wasn't-likely that the neighbors had noted that the woman with him wasn't Liz. But if they did ... who cared?
Andy and Helen went directly to the master bedroom, and he tried to draw her down onto the bed with him. But she resisted.
"I have to bathe," she insisted. "I'm all full of Tom's stuff. I don't want you to take me while I'm like that. I want to be completely yours!"
Andy agreed ... on the condition that he would be permitted to help her take her bath.
She remembered the pleasant time they'd spent once before in this way, and she agreed. After she had quickly stripped off her clothes, they raced into the bathroom together.
Soapy hands on slick titties ... tender feminine fingers on a soaped-up prick ... female buttocks in wet masculine hands ... soap-slick fingertips at cunt and ass-hole...
All of it was fun. But they hurried through it, and they hurried through the mutual toweling.
Naked together, they ran into the wide bed, tumbled onto it, and immediately merged, Andy's eager cock sinking deeply into Helen's lubricated loins.
They screwed ... slowly ... feelingly ... each of them delighted that, at last, they had found the person whom they truly loved. They each had changed a great deal during a relatively short period of time. The swapping had, in Helen's case, brought into focus a deficiency in her marriage which she had been aware of for a long time but hadn't wanted to admit. In Andy's case, the swapping had changed Liz ... and it had changed him, too. The way in which he had changed suited Helen exactly right, and Liz's change was right for double-gaited women like Eloise and men like Tom who didn't give a shit.
Andy cared. And Helen cared. They cared about each other.
And now it was proved that he didn't have to love her orally every time to please her. He only had to be himself screwing slowly and lovingly, with her pleasure in mind as well as his own.
The screwing lasted for a long time and, when Helen finished, Andy was with her. He was going to be with her from here on out.
A new era of happiness was beginning for both of them.