Chapter 4
IN THE MOTEL ROOM, TOM NERVOUSLY PACED THE floor. He crushed out a cigarette and immediately lit another.
Man, he had done it! He and his big mouth.
He was his own worst enemy, that was for damned sure. Nobody in the neighborhood where he lived would ever have found out about his affair with Joan if he hadn't done the blabbing himself. She never would have talked, and neither Wes nor Kay would have gotten wise.
But he wasn't content to let a sweet thing be. He had to screw it up.
Shit!
Now, the question was: should he tell Joan or not? She probably hadn't heard the talk. Maybe it wouldn't reach her at all.
Who was he kidding? Wes was bound to hear it from somebody-some meddling bastard who would think he was doing another guy a favor.
And Kay would hear it, too. Women yammered about tilings like that even more than men did.
He knew when he was blabbing to those pricks at the Drifters that he shouldn't be doing it. But he'd had four strong martinis on an empty stomach and was flying-just high enough to give in to a crazy impulse, but not so high that he couldn't remember it later. It would have been a blessing if his memory had blacked out. That way, when the story got back to him through Kay or Joan, he could scratch his head and wonder how anyone had found out.
He was a frigging big baby, that was the trouble. Big enough to promote himself a hot piece of ass next door and keep it cooking for several weeks with nobody catching wise, but not big enough to keep from bragging about it, as if it really mattered what those other clowns thought of him. It was enough that he had this hot affair going on the side. He knew it and he enjoyed the benefits. He didn't need any medals for it.
Well, no use flogging himself to death. The question was, what was he going to do?
Joan arrived, bursting into the room before he had reached a decision.
With a whimper, she came into his arms and he enfolded her warm female softness. Their mouths merged in heat. Her tongue fluttered against his and writhed. He clamped it and sucked.
His rod came up inside his loose-fitting robe. When she felt it, she moaned and pushed the robe aside, wrapping her hand around his stalk. She would never have treated Wes this way, so shamelessly, but it seemed the natural thing to do with Tom. This was a carnal love affair, and she gloried in it.
Tom's hands were just as daring on her body. He didn't let her skirt hamper him, but lifted it right away and filled his hands with the silk-covered divisions of her fanny. He rolled and rubbed those lush globes against each other. He bounced them in his open palms. Then, contemptuous of even the slight restriction imposed by her flimsy pants, he got underneath the waist elastic of those pants with both hands, stretching the elastic well back as he reached down inside, and he held Joahnie's quivering bottom in his hands ... patting, petting and pinching it.
For the moment he had no problem, except the happy one of wanting her and needing only to take the simple steps necessary to place her in screwing position.
Joan needed to do something else first. She needed to adore orally the man she loved.
Tom had taught her to do this after she became addicted to the oral love he gave her. At first she reciprocated because she felt it was only right. Then, strangely enough, she gained a liking for the practice. Now she blew him in sheer joy, nearly every time they were together.
She still hadn't gone down on Wes and had no desire to do so. Her relationship with Wes was totally different. Even if somehow the physical attraction between the two of them could be restored, she still wouldn't want to take his peter in her mouth.
But Tom's peter ... mmm, that was something else!
She dropped to her knees right now and, holding his robe wide open with both hands, bent to the gleaming rosy head which stuck up toward her. Her lips encompassed as much as she could hold of it. She sucked and nibbled and licked.
Tom ran his hands into her hair and said, "Oooh, baby! That's the way! Make me know it! Suck it good! Yeaaah!"
He writhed and bumped into her mouth as her sucking became even more intense. Finally he pulled her away.
"Jesus, I almost lost it!" he cried. "You need something more out of my rod than that, don't you?" "Oooh, yes," she said, as he helped her to her feet. "I need to get it way inside me."
"Then take your clothes off."
That's all there was to it. No I-love-you's or did-you-miss-me's. Those things went without saying.
Tom gazed at her as she removed her jacket, then her dress, pulling it over her head. She wore the minimum of under things, only bra and pants, and she released the bra in a hurry and let it slide down her arms. The cups dropped off her heavy, aching tits.
Tom tossed his robe away, leaving himself stark nude; his phallus thrust high, its head swollen and rosy with desire for her.
She caught the waist elastic of her sheer pink briefs and pulled them away from her middle, drawing downward in the same motion. The pants peeled inside-out, away from her belly and her fur-trimmed mound. She bent, breasts cascading and shaking back and forth as she got the clingy pants off her legs.
Now she turned to the bed and Tom joined her. They fell onto it together and rolled into a happy ball in its center. He grasped a flopping, fruity breast and brought its wide crest to his hungry mouth. He licked all over the smooth-textured, sensitive cap and nudged the nipple with his tongue-tip. He drew the nipple deeply into his wet, warm mouth and nursed.
At the same time, his middle finger jabbed into her yearning cunt. It stroked it in and out, in and out, across her throbbing clitoris.
He removed it from her pussy and ran it backward between her butt-cheeks as he switched nipples. Joan moaned delightedly as he teased the super-sensitive nerve endings of her anus, but he didn't try to drive his finger in
There was other driving which was more urgent right now. Joan proved that she felt the same way by rolling atop him and immediately sheathing his rapier with a happy cry. She began to bounce up and down, enjoying his cock to the maximum possible extent as he pawed at her swinging bouncing tits--squeezing them, rolling them, juggling them up and down.
It didn't last long. Their first copulation never did. Each was too hungry for the other when they met.
Now they exploded with rapturous delight, the hot semen leaping from his turgid cock as her cunt contracted around it. She milked him of every drop, then fell away, sighing pleasurably.
It had been great, as usual.
Also, as usual, there seemed little to say or do for the next few minutes. They had absolutely nothing in common except sexual attraction.
Tom resumed thinking about the problem that had bugged him earlier. It started to bug him again.
He would have to take it up with her, he decided. He couldn't bear the brunt alone.
"Honey..."
"Yes?"
"Don't get mad now, but I made a little boo-boo."
She turned on the pillow to look at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I was having a few drinks the other afternoon. You know how it is. I was in a bar with these guys and ... "
Apprehension touched her. "What?"
"Well, I ... talked a little too much."
"Oooh, Tom! No!" She sat up, breasts bouncing.
"I'm sorry, baby." He put out his hand to touch her. "I didn't mean to do it, but I was a little high and..."
She knocked his hand away. "You mean you told the men about us?"
He nodded sadly. "Oh, you jerk!"
"Baby ... . " He looked hurt.
"I mean it! Tom, how could you? This will ruin us!"
"Maybe it won't be that bad..."
"What do you mean it won't be bad? Wes is sure to hear about it. So is Kay. You know how things get around. Oh, Tom, God damn you!"
She leaped off the bed, tits swinging, and began to snatch up her clothes.
"Honey, don't run off," he said helplessly, sitting up. "That won't help things."
"Yes, it will. I'm going right home and confess everything. Maybe Wes will understand and forgive me. You'd better take my advice and do the same with Kay."
"Baby, you don't know what you're saying!" He leaped up and stopped her just as she was about to step into her panties.
"We can't break up, honey," he murmured. "We mean too much to each other. We've gotta ride this thing out somehow. Deny everything. Nobody can prove we've been seeing one another."
"Don't be crazy!" Joan cried. "All Kay and West have to do is get together and compare times when you and I have been away from home. Also, Wes can find out that my sister in Long Beach is perfectly well."
"Haven't you arranged things with her?"
"I told her not to call and talk to Wes. But if he goes to see her, he'll see she's all right."
"He wouldn't do that, would he?"
"Of course he would. And how about Kay? She'll start checking up on you."
"Honey ... " Tom said thoughtfully, "you said something a little while ago that rang a bell in my head. You mentioned Kay and Wes getting together."
"Well? Don't think they won't."
"What if they were to get together in another way-like you and I are together right now?"
"Oh, that's ridiculous! Wes isn't the type."
"Don't be too sure. You've heard about mate-swaps, haven't you? Lots of people are doing it these days. Even squares like old Wesley."
"Swaps?" She blinked at him. "You mean, bring everything out in the open-try to get Kay and Wes to pair up while you're with me?"
"That's the idea."
"I don't like it."
"Why not?"
"I just don't like it. Maybe it would be all right for you and Kay to engage in something like that, but Wes and I have children."
"So what? The kids don't have to know about it. You can park them with a sitter."
"But the whole neighborhood would find out."
"Not necessarily. I won't do any more talking. I know you won't. And I doubt if either Kay or Wes would."
"I doubt if they would go for the thing at all. God, I couldn't suggest it to Wes."
"You won't have to. I'll take it up with Kay. I've been wanting to get something like this going for a long time, but I just never knew of another Couple to swap with. You and Wes are perfect."
"I still say, Wes isn't the type."
"Let's find out, hm? Here's what we'll do..."
In spite of herself, Joan listened. She didn't care for the scheme but, since it depended entirely on Tom and Kay to carry out, she agreed ... on the condition that Tom not try it unless Kay found out about the affair from someone else first.
Joan wouldn't get back into bed with Tom.
She didn't want to give him up as a lover, but she'd had enough of his company for tonight. She had to be alone for a little while and think.
She went into the bathroom and cleansed herself, then got dressed in there. When she came out, Tom had his clothes on.
"Don't be mad at me, baby," he said. "I didn't mean to get us fouled up."
"You and your drinking!"
"Yeah. I know. That's the whole trouble."
She went to a coffee shop alone and sat there, staring into her cup. Why did people have to do things that amounted to throwing their lives away? For what?
Were the physical thrills she got from Tom good enough to warrant such a price? Her common sense told her no, but something else argued that they were, if that was the price which had to be paid. She felt as if she couldn't live without Tom ... or someone like Tom. It wasn't just him, she realized. It was what he stood for-free enjoyment of sexuality, a renunciation of the responsibilities that bogged marriage down.
She wondered if Wes ever felt that way. If so, he had given no hint of it.
Perhaps soon she would find out, if Tom got the chance to work his plan.
Tom and his big mouth!
It was just her luck to get mixed up with that kind.