Chapter 8
Vern eased into bed beside Leona and pulled the covers up. She shifted up against him, and he grinned in the darkness as he felt her full breasts press against his back. He turned around to face her.
"You must be aching all over after that last one."
Leona let out a soft sigh.
"Ummm . . . but it's a nice ache ... it was wonderful, just wonderful. Having three men at once-my god, there's nothing to compare it with."
Vern was silent for a second. The smile faded slightly on his face. He reached out to slip his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him.
"Just remember which one's the best, baby."
Leona nuzzled her head against his chest. Her words came out in a dreamy, half-asleep rhythm.
"Who cares which one's best? Once you've had three at once, one would never be enough."
She sighed contentedly and turned, rolling away from him and shifting into the position she liked best when receiving sleep. Vern opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he heard the soft, steady breathing that he knew indicated she was already half-asleep.
He lay there unmoving for a few seconds; then he rolled over onto his back and stared upward at the dark ceiling. Her words rang through his head over and over again. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to claim him, but it wouldn't come. Finally he pushed back the covers and slipped out of the bed.
Marty stood at the foot of the bed, reading the slip of paper Sheila had given him.
A grin formed on his face, and she saw his cock begin to stiffen slightly as he read what she had written.
"Christ, baby, I can hardly wait until tomorrow night; what a start this will be."
Sheila shifted her nude body under the covers and sighed.
"Mmm . . . you're not the only one. God, what a surprise Ray is; to think Lola had him pegged as impotent. Christ, he's the answer to a woman's dreams."
Marty grinned broadly.
"Yeah, it's funny; they were having all that trouble, and yet both of them are born swingers now that they're opened up."
Sheila pushed the covers down and looked at him.
"Do you think you could manage one more? Christ, I'm burning up."
Marty looked down at his semi-erect prick and shrugged.
"Maybe if you really apply yourself, baby. Come here and suck on it a little, and let's see what happens."
Sheila scrambled out of the bed and moved down. Her hands dipped under his ass as she hungrily sucked his cock into her mouth.
Lola was sitting in front of the mirror brushing her hair when Ray entered the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom. She was humming softly and a smile covered her lips. Ray paused to look at her for a second. It had been a long time since she'd been this happy, since there had been any happy ground between them.
The transition was great, but he couldn't help but be a little unsure of it, having found it so suddenly.
Lola caught his reflection in the mirror, and she spun around to face him.
"It's wonderful, isn't it? I feel ten years younger, and happier than I've been in months. I'm not going back to that headshrinker; I don't need him any more."
Ray managed a smile as he moved across to the bedside table and pulled a cigarette out of the pack lying on top. He fitted it between his lips and lit it"; then he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Lola, who had turned around again to brush her hair.
His eyes moved over her reflected body, and he felt a surge of warmth flood him. There was no sexual urge, just a strong sense of belonging and closeness. It should have made him feel good; instead, it frightened him a little.
He took a deep drag off his cigarette and propped a pillow up against the headboard so he could lean back.
"Are you really happy with this?"
Lola smiled and turned to face him.
"Silly question. Aren't you?"
Ray didn't answer her for a second. He let the question work through his mind, digesting it slowly.
"Yes, I guess so."
His voice trailed off there, and Lola stopped what she was doing, setting her brush down.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Ray shrugged as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"I don't know, really. I can't deny that this has been wild; hell, I haven't had so much fun in years. It's just that I can't help feeling it's doing something to us."
Lola frowned and stood up.
"Well, I should hope so; we weren't doing too well before."
Ray nodded slowly.
"No . . . but at least what we were doing was between us, and we were working it out in our own way. I just wonder if this is the answer."
Lola looked at him for a second before answering. He could tell by the change in her expression that he was getting his point across, but as quickly as she got it, she dismissed it.
"I don't really care if it's the answer or not; I only know that I couldn't go on as we were. Neither could you, for that matter."
Ray couldn't deny that she had a point. He reached over and crushed out his half-smoked cigarette.
"Maybe not. . . but if we had run out of patience with the situation, we might have found a way to clear it up for ourselves. As it is, we've simply found a release valve for our frustration; we haven't really settled the problem between us."
Their eyes met, and Lola shrugged.
"Let's give it a chance."
Ray sat up and reached out, taking her hand in his.
"Listen, honey, think for just a second. This is great. Hell, we're both enjoying it, but is it going to give us what we want?"
Lola avoided his eyes as she moved her hand from his and walked around to the other side of the bed.
"We want a baby. The odds are one hell of a lot better this way."
The words cut sharply into Ray. He held back the anger that welled up in him, and nodded slowly.
"Yes, but we want our baby."
Lola dropped down onto the edge of the bed across from him and held his eyes with hers.
"We tried it that way; it got us nowhere. We're both enjoying this, and by doing it we almost guarantee my getting pregnant. It's the answer to all our problems, and you know it."
Ray could see that she wasn't thinking with him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he sensed f that he would get nowhere. Lola switched off the light, and he joined her in the bed. He hesitated for a second, gauging his confidence in his own body; then he reached out for her.
Lola came hesitatingly into his arms, but she was cold against him.
"Please, honey . . . my god, I'm raw all over."
As if by magic Ray's stiff, throbbing cock died an unnatural death, shriveling up and lying soft against his leg. He closed his eyes briefly and sucked in a deep breath; the he rolled over, turning his back to her.
Vern stared down at the amber fluid in his glass as he sloshed it around slowly. He watched the ice cube melt for a second; then he lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply from it. The hot liquor burned his throat as he moved across to the couch and dropped down onto it. He took another drink before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him and lighting up a cigarette.
All his life he had been a lover, getting his first piece of tail from a most willing friend of his mother's, popping his first cherry at fourteen, and fucking everything in skirts from that point on.
Marriage had never slowed his pace. Hell, he'd been faithful to Leona for the first couple of months; but when she wouldn't come across with anything but the missionary position in bed, he'd felt completely justified in going for strange tail.
He'd never even considered what he had with Leona as jeopardized by his actions, but now all of a sudden, for the first time in his life, he was afraid that he was going to lose something that he had finally realized meant a hell of a lot to him.
His mind echoed Leona's last words again, and he felt a chill sweep through him. He had engineered this swapping deal, going into it with his eyes wide-open, looking forward to the chance to fuck two eager broads and at the same time have Leona lose a few of her inhibitions.
He simply hadn't counted on her losing them all at once. What had been a naive, damn near Victorian wife was now closer to a nymph. He had caused her to awaken sexually, and now he fully realized the consequences and it scared the hell out of him.
He wanted Leona uninhibited; there was no denying that. But he wanted her uninhibited in his bed, with him, not with every bastard she could get her hands on.
For the first time he found himself doubting his ability as a lover. He had been patient with Leona, letting her discover the wonders of sex slowly, tantalizingly, building her for the day when she would give herself fully to him in any way he wanted. It had been slow, and he'd grown impatient; the swapping had seemed a shortcut, an ideal shot of adrenalin for their sexual progress. But it had backfired, and he knew it.
Somehow he had to prove to Leona that she didn't need anything but him in bed, that he could give her all that she'd ever want-and he was far from confident that he could do it.