Chapter 9
THE BROOKS AND THE FRASERS WERE HAVING A bash.
As far as Wes Brooks knew at the beginning, it was just an ordinary get-together for barbecued steaks, a few drinks, and Monopoly or Scrabble. His wife, Joan, and the Frasers knew better.
It fell to Kay Fraser to change the tone of the affair. She did this by going to work on Wesley in a way she had never done with any man before. It made her feel wicked and this, surprisingly, was an agreeable sensation. But more important than that, it promised a broadening of insight.
And it seemed an acceptable thing to do because Wesley's wife and her husband were already screwing around and had given their permission. Only Wes was in the dark, which made it kind of a trick that all the others were playing on him. It wasn't as if Kay were a she-predator, prowling alone.
The party was at the Fraser's home, and Tom had been pushing the drinks as aggressively as he could. But Wes wasn't much of a drinker. If he had downed a little more of the hootch, it would .have been easier for Kay to work on him.
She did well, considering the circumstances.
While Tom and Joan were dancing, she sat down beside Wes and moved close, watching him with a sensuous quality in her expressive eyes. He was a large man, but soft. His personality was superficially smooth, but a perceptive person knew he was dull as dishwater underneath.
"They make a nice couple, don't they?" she commented, nodding toward Wes's wife and her own husband.
"Yes. They certainly do."
"Wanta dance with me, Wes, or shall we step outside and get some fresh air?"
"The air conditioner gives you fresher air than you've got outdoors, what with all the smog," Wes chuckled.
"But I like the night. Don't you? When you're out in the dark, anything could happen."
He looked at her closely for the first time. She smiled.
He said, "Sure. We'll step outside if you want to "
Joan and Tom each took surreptitious glances as Wesley and Kay left the room. The two dancers silently wished Kay luck.
Outdoors, crickets chirped. There was a moon. The night air was reasonably fresh and cool. Kay walked a little ways from the house and Wes followed.
Suddenly she stopped and turned to him. If he hadn't stopped very short, he would have bumped into her.
She looked up into his eyes. "Kiss me, Wes," she demanded.
He laughed nervously. "You're joking."
"No. I mean it. Kiss me!"
"Baby, you've had too much to drink," he said. But he did move a little closer, and his voice had taken on a slight huskiness.
Now he could inhale her perfume and sense her warmth. She was looking up at him earnestly. Goddamn, he thought. Who would have believed it of prim little Kay?
Suddenly she pressed herself against him. He felt the firm mounds on her chest and the highly-charged energy in her body.
Her hands came up around his neck and drew his head down.
They kissed.
It started softly but gradually became more intense. Kay alone was responsible for the buildup of passion, as she writhed against him and quivered her lips, letting her tongue-tip through. Wes remained outwardly phlegmatic. His arms had come up around her back and leaned backward, panting.
"Oh, God, Wes! Don't you feel it?" She felt deliciously wicked at that moment.
"I feel my little neighbor's going to hate herself in the morning," he replied.
She felt like cursing him. He was such a clod. But she wasn't about to give up now.
"Maybe you should have had more to drink," she said. "It would have loosened you up a little."
Again she burrowed into his embrace. This time her tongue shot forward as soon as their lips touched. It speared deeply into his mouth.
She felt his arms tighten around her, then he began to kiss back. She pumped her tongue in and out, between his lips.
"Kay!" he said hoarsely, when the kiss had ended. "You don't realize what you're doing."
Feeling more like a whore than ever, and loving it, she said, "The hell I don't!" She placed her hand at his crotch as she moved in again.
As they kissed, with mutual passion this time, she fondled his dong until it came up. Then she unzipped his pants.
"Kay! Oh, God!"
She reached into his fly and gripped his stiff penis.
Panting, he pushed her away. "We can't!" he croaked. "Goddamnit, we can't!" He quickly zipped himself up.
"Wh-what's the matter?" he asked.
"It's you. You're so righteous."
"I try to be decent, if that's what you mean."
"I believe you're drunk. Come on, Kay, let's go back inside."
"You're afraid of your own feelings, aren't you, Wes? You're afraid to let yourself go."
"I guess so. In a way. But fear isn't the main part of it. Fooling around with somebody else's wife or husband is wrong, especially when the people are next door neighbors.
"You mean, it wouldn't be so bad if we didn't live next door to each other?"
"Well ... "
"You're a hypocrite, Wes. But I love you anyway. Come on and kiss me again."
She bore in with another attempt to make him forget why, according to his Victorian morals, they couldn't tear off a piece in the back yard.
But it didn't work. He quickly gripped her by the arms and moved her away.
A woman of less determination might have given up. But Kay had committed herself to the project of seducing him, and she had considerable strength of purpose. Also, she realized that her vindication depended on Wes giving in. If she stopped now, she would stand as a slut and he a saint. She couldn't have that.
She went back into the house with him, but carried the firm intention to pursue her project in there. She would proceed according to the alternate plan she and Tom had agreed upon and Joan had okayed.
She immediately took another drink. Wes was flustered. He cast guilty, uncertain glances at both his wife and Tom. They seemed happy, laughing and joking together.
Carrying her glass, Kay strutted to the record player.
"Y'know what I've always wanted t'do?" she asked loudly, and with less steadiness than she actually possessed.
"Tell us, honey!" Tom said, waving his glass. He didn't have to fake his own inebriation.
"I've always wanted t'take off my clothes in front'v a bunch of people."
"You mean, do a friggin' strip-tease?" Tom chortled.
"Damn right! Whataya say, folks? Would ya like t'see that?"
Joan clapped her hands and jumped, causing her half-exposed breasts to bounce erotically. 'Oh, do it, Kay! Come on!"
"Joan!" Wesley grated, moving close to her. He said to the others, "She's had too much to drink. Can't you see that?"
"Look at the party pooper!" Joan said, pointing at her husband.
"Well, heck ... "
"Come on, baby," Tom said, popping his cute wife on the ass. "Show 'em what yuh got." She started the music.
The conflict drawn on Wes's rather pudgy face was plain. He wanted to see his cute neighbor's charms, but at the same time he wanted the party to retain its respectability. Respectable stockbrokers didn't attend non-respectable parties-at least, not in the presence of their wives and the wives of their neighbors.
But Kay couldn't be stopped, not with Tom and Joan egging her on.
Wes dropped into a chair. Tom and Joan snuggled close on the sofa. Wes didn't notice this at the moment; he was too intent upon watching Kay.
She wore a snug-fitting black dress, and it didn't take her long to wriggle the top of it down, exposing a lacy, black. brassiere. Excitement clogged Wes's throat and fattened his whang.
Grinning and prancing back and forth, to the accompaniment of a raucous beat furnished by multiple drums and electric guitars, Kay got rid of her dress and stripped her lacy half-slip away.
She was in bra and black pants, which had garter straps of the same color traveling from beneath them to grip the reinforced tops of dusky sheer hose. She moved back and forth, making her buttocks work in the clinging nylon.
Wes's cock got very stiff.
He glanced once at Kay's husband, who sat beside Joan grinning and seeming to enjoy the show Kay was putting on, and Wes decided:
Shit! If he doesn't care, why should I?
Wes reached for his glass and finished what was in it.
Kay now took her bra away, and her cupcake breasts, with the wide, dark caps, bobbled prettily. Wes wanted her. Those cute, firm boobs of hers would be a nice change from his wife's large and rather pendulous ones. He tried to imagine how they would feel in his hands.
As Kay strutted, her pert titties bobbed up and down.
"That's the way, baby!" Tom yelled.
Wes could hardly believe this was happening. It seemed so out of character for Kay, as he had always known her. God, what if the school board were to see her now! She would certainly lose her job in a hurry.
Suddenly she stopped her prancing back and forth and centered her attention on Wes. She approached him and lifted a leg, placing her foot on his thigh.
"Take my shoe off, honey," she begged.
Tom whooped.
Wes could hear his own wife's giggle.
He gazed at Kay's crotch, where the black nylon of her briefs was pulled taut against the crescent of her womanhood.
"Well ... come on," she coaxed.
Swallowing hard and wishing there was more room in his pants, he took her shoe off.
Now, keeping her foot on his thigh, she pivoted on winging her own thigh close to him. "Ungarter me," she said.
"Go on, Wesley!" Tom yelled. "Open her friggin' garters!"
"Wes is good at that," Joan said. "Do it for her like you Jo for me, honey."
Had everyone gone mad? Wes wondered. But he complied with the multiple requests. He gripped Kay's garters one by one and opened them, with her wiggling and presenting different aspects to him all the time. He was acutely conscious of how close her knockers were to his face.
He pulled her stockings down and took them off while she whipped her black garter belt out from under her pants and tossed it away. Now she wore but the single clinging, black garment.
She plunked herself onto Wesley's lap, directly against his straining cock, and rubbed her tits against his shirt-front.
"For being such a good boy," she purred, "you deserve a great big kiss."
She brought her tempting lips down to his and lifted his hand at the same time, carrying it to one of her shapely breasts.
Wes couldn't help but grasp hold. And he couldn't help but stroke his tongue next to hers in their heated kiss. But he thought all the time about the fact that her husband and his wife were just a few paces away, watching. They had both been in favor of the strip tease, and of Wes helping Kay with it, but what was happening now was something else again. They certainly couldn't favor this.
The hell of it was, Wes couldn't stop himself. Everyone's self-control had a limit, and Wesley had reached his.
On the couch, Tom pulled Joan into his arms, rolling her toward him on her near hip. His hand went to her opposite thigh and pushed her skirt up, baring a delectable slab of smooth, rounded flesh traversed by white garters. He petted that thigh, pushing her skirt higher. As they kissed with deep passion, his hand reached her panties and he caressed her elevated buttock through the sheer nylon.
Wes couldn't see this. Kay was blocking his vision. Anyway, he was all but lost now in the excitement of their kiss and his explorations of her body. He had moved from one tit to the other, then slid his hand down her belly and across the front of her clinging silk pants.
She parted her thighs and gave his hand a further shove. It skidded down across her mound and onto the very warm softness between her legs. Wes detected the ooze of hot moisture through her panty cloth.
This was too much. Whereas first he had resisted, then he had merely gone along, suddenly his latent male aggression expressed itself and he pulled the top of her panties down. Kissing Kay all the stronger, and with a lusty groan rasping in his throat, Wes ran his hand directly into her hairy, hot passion nest and let his middle finger slide way up into her lathered cunt.
By this time, Tom was under Joan's pink panties, too, but his hand was on her buttocks, not her twat.
Kay leaned back suddenly, her eyes closed and lips parted. "Oooh, Wesley," she crooned, "You're really getting to me!"
Wes gazed at Tom and his wife on the sofa. Joan's skirt was wound around her belly and Tom was petting her ass inside her panties. At the same time, she had removed his dick from his clothes and was stroking it up and down as it bristled blatantly at his lap.
God help us all, Wes thought, and helped Kay lower herself to the floor. He sprang down beside her, tugging her pants off as she went to work on his clothes.
Tom saw and grinned to himself. But he didn't say anything now. He just pulled Joan's panties down.
For the next few moments, everyone concentrated on removing clothes-their own or someone else's. It was something which could never have happened, and yet it was happening. Amidst her own disrobing, Joan cast glances at Kay picking the clothes from her pudgy husband. Maybe
Wes was attractive to Kay, Joan thought, just as Tom was attractive to her.
Wes didn't look at anyone else. He concentrated on Kay's vibrating tits with the very dark, wide nipples, and then he got down to them, rooting and rubbing, sucking and slobbering, as she stroked the foreskin back and forth across the ridge of his cock.
Tom stretched Joan out on the couch, then lifted one of her legs to the top of it while he draped the other down to the floor. He climbed atop her.
Wes scrambled atop Kay.
Tom's urgent prick slid into Joan's slippery envelope while Wes nailed Kay with his eager pecker. Panting and groaning-wallowing in the sudden outpouring of illicit passion-they rutted.
Wes did glance at the other couple now-his wife taking the hard penile strokes of another man as she writhed and gasped and ground her big tits against him. Wes was stimulated by the sight. It was as if his moral nature had been put to sleep, and he had become a purely sensual animal.
Kay panted and clawed beneath him, rising to his thrusts. Her cunt was thrilling.
"Go ... go!" she cried. "Screw me! Screw me! Drive me ... through the floor ... screwin' floor!"
He pounded her with everything he had and gloried in the voluptuous sensation. Just a few feet away, Joan and Tom were making the couch springs bounce and clatter. The walls of the room fairly throbbed with the pulsating passion which had been unleashed within.
Wes finished first. Kay barely caught a climax as his fountain erupted within her, filling her with spurting warmth.
Tom and Joan humped on, gasping and pulling at one another, their lips pumping fiercely.
Finally she cried, "Uh ... uuuh ... UUUHHH!" and pressed her pelvis up to him, grinding it as she shook. Tom bucked spastically atop her and jerked in her wanton well. His sperm sped from him, pooling within her.
They lay still.
Wesley got up. "Wh-what have we done?" he asked stupidly of everyone, including himself.
"We've had a hell of a time," Tom said, sitting up naked and lighting a cigarette. "Haven't we, Joanie?" he asked Wesley's wife, slapping her on the ass.
"Sure we have," she affirmed, looking directly at her husband.
She still lay on the sofa, her lush legs drawn back to make room for Tom to sit, her dark wet pussy completely exposed.
Kay got up. "There's no reason to make a big thing out of it. So we screwed around; we kicked over the traces. It was fun and we'll do it again some time."
"I need another drink," Wes said, and he turned to get it, his flabby rump wobbling.