Chapter 3

We didn't see Anne and Woody for over a week after that, because Willa kept making excuses. When we did see them again, it was for a double-date sort of evening at a drive-in movie. Coming back to the car from the refreshment shack during intermission, Woody suggested laughingly that Anne sit up front with me, and Willa in the backseat with him during the second film. Willa nixed that idea so fast I began to wonder if she'd learned about Anne and I in the kitchen.

But during the second movie she cuddled up to me so close I knew she couldn't suspect anything, and she kept whispering "I love you," like she was trying to prove it or something. I couldn't figure her out. When we took Anne and Woody home, they invited us in for a drink and Willa didn't want to accept. Finally she did though, but the only time I was out of her sight in their house was when I had to take a leak. It was almost like she was frightened or something.

After we'd seen them a couple more times, she was back to normal. We got friendlier and friendlier with them, but that's all. It was about a month after we had first gone to their house that Woody suggested one Thursday evening:

"What are you guys doing this weekend? Why don't we all four take off tomorrow evening and go up to Ruidoso for the horse races?"

"Hey! I'm for that," Anne piped up quickly. "Why, we haven't been up there at all this season, Woody! Do you guys like horse racing?"

"I've never seen a horse race," I said. "Have you, honey?"

I noticed an odd expression on her pretty face as she shook her head.

"Then it's settled," Woody said, slapping his knee. "Everybody has to see a good horse race at least once in his life. We'll take our new car. I'm dying to get that Cad out on the highway!"

"I don't know," Willa said. "Maybe we shouldn't."

"Why not, Willa?" I asked. "I'd like to go."

"Do you think we can afford it?" she asked tensely.

"To hell with affording it, baby. We haven't been anywhere for months."

"You can stick with the two-dollar window till you win," Anne offered.

We threw it back and forth, Willa finally giving in, and when we went home it was all set. I couldn't figure Willa's reluctance, because she always liked to go places. But she was in some kind of mood, so preoccupied that she begged off from the loving I'd thought she wanted. She wasn't angry or anything like that; it was more like she was worried about something.

Before we fell asleep, I asked, "What's the matter, baby?"

"Huh?"

"Have you got something on your mind?"

"What makes you ask that?"

"Well ... you've been acting kind of strange lately."

"It's nothing. Just a silly mood. I'll be all right. Go to sleep now. It's late."

Woody eased the last customers from his shop at six on the dot, then gave final instructions to his assistant manager and we were piling into his new Cad and taking off for the weekend. All of us still had our working best on, with our more casual clothing in suitcases in the trunk. The girls sat together in the backseat and I rode up front with Woody.

He was proud as hell of his new car, telling me how he'd always wanted a brand-new Cad as he tooled it out Dyer and picked up speed when the rush-hour traffic thinned. Soon we were on the open road (and if you've never driven between El Paso, Texas, and Alamogordo, N.M. you couldn't possibly imagine how open that road is), leaving our jobs and cares behind us, heading for the resort town of Ruidoso, N.M., which sets seven thousand feet in the cool pines, near the Apache Indian reservation and Sierra Blanca mountain. Ruidoso has always been popular to the summer, because of the mountains and the coolness at that altitude, and of course the horse races. Dale Robertson, the TV and movie star, races horses there, and Audie Murphy, too, I've heard. And lately it's been getting very popular in the winter as a ski resort.

Once out of El Paso, Woody really poured the coals to his Cad. It was riding so smoothly I didn't notice how fast we were going till Woody called my attention to it. He thumped me on the leg and pointed to the speedometer with a grin. It was resting on a hundred and ten, and he still had a little pedal left.

I squirmed and dug out a cigarette. "You'd better let up a little, hadn't you?"

"Make you nervous?" he asked, chuckling happily.

"Not a bit," I lied. "But if you get any speeding tickets, don't expect me to help you pay them."

He laughed as he let up on the accelerator and dropped back to eighty miles an hour, which seemed very slow after doing a hundred and ten. I breathed a trifle easier, but not much, because Woody was a good driver and had complete control of his car all the time. It's just the idea of traveling on the ground at speeds exceeding a hundred miles an hour that gets me. Somehow I always have visions of a front tire blowing out and the car tumbling and scraping for a mile or so before it ever stops and by then who would know it or care?

We stopped for supper at the Red Rooster in Alamogordo (they've got terrific Mexican food if you're ever passing through that way) and I got my first look at Woody's dick as we stood pissing into the same john after we'd eaten. He's circumcised, and the head of his long rod looked bluish-pink as he milked the final drops of urine from it.

"Why don't we get a room with two beds and shack up together. for the weekend?" he asked, shaking his cock before he put it back in his pants and zipped up.

"It would kind of put a strain on things, wouldn't it?" I asked, putting my own cock away and feeling very inadequate. Actually Woody, I learned later, was about the same size as me when hard, but soft, you'd never guess it.

"What d'ya mean?" he asked with a grin, moving to the basin to wash his hands. "Sexwise?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus, Burt, haven't you and Willa been married long enough to let it rest for just one weekend?"

"Well ... I guess. It would save a little money, wouldn't it?"

"Sure as hell would," he said, leaving the water running for me as he stepped back drying his hands on a paper towel.

"I don't know if Willa will go for it. She's kind of bashful, you know."

"Won't hurt to put it to her, will it?"

His choice of words, what with the sight of his penis so recent, didn't set exactly right with me, but I nodded assent.

As it turned out, I didn't have to ask Willa about sharing a room with Anne and Wood. We were barely out of the Red Rooster parking lot when Anne spoke up from the backseat.

"Willa and I've decided we ought to all stay in the same room while we're in Ruidoso. To save money. Their rooms are pretty steep during the season, and since we're such good friends and all ... what do you guys think about it?"

I glanced back at Willa. She gave me a sickly sort of smile.

"Woody and I were talking about the same thing. I think it's a good idea. You sure you don't mind, Willa?"

She shrugged, then started to say something but changed her mind and nodded her head.

"Don't you want to, honey?" Anne asked. "I thought you did."

"Sure," Willa said, reaching into her bag for a cigarette. "I guess I can take it if the rest of you can."

Anne's eyes fairly danced. "Why, Willa," she exclaimed, "whatever do you mean by that, honey?"

"She's a little bashful," I explained.

"Oh, Burt! I am not! Well ... maybe a very little bit."

"We'll run the boys out while we're dressing," Anne promised.

"Like hell you will," Woody laughed. "It gets chilly up there at night. You gals can take your things in the john, the same as Burt and me."

Like innocent lambs to the slaughter, Woody and Anne led Willa and I into the Chaparral Motor Hotel, Ruidoso's newest, biggest and finest, and Woody and I signed the register for our double room. The place was plush, and I found myself wondering silently why we didn't pick one of the lesser motels if we wanted to save money. But I didn't say anything, because I could see Willa really liked the Chaparral and she was the one interested in cutting corners on the money. I was out for a good time and a relaxing weekend and hang the expense. We could always worry about that later, if we needed to, which I seriously doubted we would now that Willa was working too.

I guess it was around ten that Friday night when Anne suggested we take a drive through the little town and maybe stop for a drink or two. We'd all bathed and put on more comfortable clothing, and the closeness had been a strain for Willa, though she tried hard not to show it. Anyway, I think she was greatly relieved to get out of the room for a while.

It doesn't take long to drive through Ruidoso. Actually, it's little more than a spread-out village, and soon we were doing more drinking than sightseeing. At the last place we stopped, about one in the morning, none of us were feeling a bit of pain. They had a dance floor, and between drinks Woody kept Willa dancing. She was relaxed to the point of loose, enjoying herself immensely. And I was glad. I'd been worried about her tenseness. It was a relief to see her having a good time.

"They dance beautifully together, don't they?" Anne asked in a slightly slurred voice.

"Yeah," I said, nodding, smiling, watching Woody hold my wife close as they danced dreamily to a slow song.

"You're not jealous, are you, Burt?"

"Of Woody?" I asked, looking across the booth at Anne, seeing the dim light reflect from her green eyes as I felt her stockinged foot slip between my legs and her toes begin to tease at my loins.

"Of the way they get on so well," she said, her toes working under my balls, doing delightful things.

"Of course not. We're not kids. I don't mind her having a good time with Woody. We're all friends, aren't we?"

"Good friends," she breathed, rubbing the ball of her foot back and forth over my rising penis.

"You'd better stop that, Anne."

She smiled real sexy. "Why? Don't you like it?"

I reached down and pushed her foot away. "I like it too much maybe."

"Give me a cigarette."

I gave her one, took another myself, held the match for her, then lit mine.

"Did Willa act strange after that first night we were at your place, Burt?"

"Not that I recall," I lied. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't think the only hot smooching session was in the kitchen that night," she said, looking directly into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat. "What'd you mean?"

"I think Willa and Woody almost lost their heads, too. There was some lipstick on his handkerchief, and it wasn't my shade."

I couldn't say anything for a moment. My mind whirled. I could almost see Willa and Woody kissing passionately there for a second, then the image of his big cock flashed before me and I almost screamed out loud.

"What's the matter, Burt?"

"Nothing!" I snapped. Then in a normal tone, I added, "You're mistaken."

"Could be," she admitted.

"Did it look like Willa's brand of lipstick?"

"Huh?"

"On his handkerchief, damn it!"

"Oh ... I don't know," she said, shrugging. "It's hard to tell that way. That's the reason I never said anything about it. I shouldn't have now. I'm sorry, Burt. Forget I even mentioned it, will you? I'm probably mistaken anyway. It could have been from a day or so before, when maybe I had on a different brand or something."

But I couldn't forget it. My mind raced back to the night she'd mentioned. Willa and I'd made wild love after Anne and Woody had gone. Willa had been so hot for it we hadn't even bothered with our usual routine of brushing her hair. And as I picked away at the half-forgotten details of the evening, I dimly recalled Willa's lipstick being ever so slightly mussed before I kissed her the first time. No! I made myself stop. It was torture, and I couldn't be sure about it since so much time had passed.

"I've gotta go pee," Anne said. "Why don't you order us another round while I'm gone?"

"Huh? Oh ... yeah, sure, Anne."

"Burt? You're not worrying over what I said, are you, honey?"

"No. I was thinking of something else entirely."

"Good. I don't want you to worry about it. I was probably jumping to conclusions, and even if they did kiss, so what? I mean, we did too, you know, so neither of us ought to get all upset ... right?"

"I guess so."

"Sure. You only live once, so what the hell?"

"Let's just forget it. Okay?"

"Right. Now I gotta go pee, so order us some more drinks."

I ordered. The waitress got to our booth with the drinks at the same time Woody and Willa did. The waitress was blocking my side, so Woody put Willa in across the table from me and scooted in beside her.

"I could dance with this sweet thing all night," Woody said. "Boy! Does she ever know how!"

"You're not so bad yourself, mister," Willa laughed, shaking her head to toss a strand of hair from her face. "Are you and Anne having as good a time as Woody and I, Burt?"

"Yeah. But it's late. I think Anne is about ready to call it a night ... and so am I. Let's go back to the motel after this round."

"Oh, no, honey," Willa protested. "I'm having so much fun!"

"We can sleep in tomorrow," Woody offered.

"Sleep in? Man, I'm for that!" It was Anne, approaching the booth. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, looking at Woody and Willa sitting on her side. "Hey, what is this? Did we switch partners without anyone telling me? It's a little late for that, isn't it? I'm getting sleepy."

"I think Burt is, too," Willa said, smiling warmly at me.

"But I'm not," Woody announced rather loudly. "And you're not, are you, Willa?"

"Not in the least. I wanna dance some more before we call it a night!"

"You can dance in your dreams," Anne scoffed. "Come on ... let's all drink up and toddle off to bed like sensible people."

"Hear, hear," I said, forcing a yawn as I raised my glass and took a large sip.

"Jesus," Woody said, turning to Willa. "Aren't they sickening?"

"Spoil sports," Willa agreed. "Don't be spoilsports."

"Look," Woody said, leaning forward. "You guys are ready for bed?"

"I'm bushed."

"And I can hardly hold my eyes open," Anne said, "so let's go."

"But Willa and I wanna dance a little longer, don't we, Willa?"

"Well ... if they're tired, I guess we can go."

"No, damn it," Woody insisted. "Listen, Willa, do you trust your old man?"

"I guess so. Sure I do."

"Then we've got no problem, because I trust Anne implicitly," he said, reaching into his pocket and coming out with his car keys, handing them across to me. "Now everybody gets what they want. You take Anne back to the motel and both of you go to bed ... in separate beds of course ... and Willa and I'll take a cab back." He turned to Willa. "In what, baby? About thirty minutes?"

"I don't know," she drawled.

"An hour then?"

"Thirty minutes, I guess," she said, glancing at me. "Is that all right, Burt?"

"Hell no," I said. "I don't like this idea."

"What have you got to worry about, Burt?" Woody asked with a grin. "You'll be alone with my wife in a motel room; I'll be in public with yours. Hey, maybe this ain't such a good idea, after all!"

Woody laughed. Anne laughed. Willa did too. Then I was laughing with them, thinking how silly and childish I was.

"Okay," I said. "But I warn you ... if you and Willa aren't there in an hour, I'm going to hop out of our bed and sleep with Anne."

"Oh, shit," Anne gasped, her voice filled with mock excitement. "Let's go, let's go!"

Willa took it as a joke. She laughed so hard tears were running down her cheeks. But I knew Anne wasn't kidding. I wanted her in a bad way, and thirty minutes would be just about long enough. I was drunk enough to figure what Woody and Willa didn't know wouldn't hurt them. They thought Anne and I were doing them a favor, but they had it backward. I knew it, and when I glanced at Anne I could see she was thinking along the same lines.

"Be careful with my new Cadillac!" Woody called as Anne and I went out the door.

Playing gentleman, I held the car door for Anne. She slid in with a smile on her face, not bothering to smooth her skirt down, leaving it way up and letting me look at her thighs. I put my hand on the inside of her nearest thigh, kissed her, ran my hand up till I had it full of hot, nylon-covered cunt.

"Hurry," she breathed. "We haven't much time.

Trembling with anticipation, I shut her door and walked briskly around the car, got in, started the engine and pulled onto the street. Anne slid over next to me, her hand coming instantly to my crotch, rubbing till I thought we'd never get to the goddamned Chaparral! And when we did get there I had to take my jacket off and hold it in front of me as we went through the lobby.

"We shouldn't do this, Burt," Anne sighed, falling into my arms the instant we were inside the room.

"I know," I told her, putting my arms around her and cupping a soft buttock in each hand, pulling her belly firmly against my hard dick.

"Oh, damn," she moaned, working her pelvis at me. "You're ready already!"

"It's the effect you have on me, baby."

"I wonder," she murmured thoughtfully.

"You wonder what?"

"Oh, nothing. Undress me, Burt. I want you to take my clothes off and I want to take yours off. Do you mind?"

"Hell no, I don't mind," I said, pushing my face into her coppery hair as I undid the buttons down the back of her blouse. "But what do you wonder?"

I was unhooking the do-dads on her bra when she told me.

"It's silly, I guess. But when your nice thing pressed against me I couldn't help but wonder if Woody was doing the same thing to your wife as they dance ... now that we're not there."

The thought of his big dong pressed all hard against Willa's stomach brought a knot to the pit of mine. My cock throbbed at the mental image of my wife rubbing back at him like his was at me. I think I broke one of the hooks on her bra.

"You don't suppose they're going to sneak off some place and do it too, do you, Burt?"

"Jesus! Will you shut that shit up?"

"I can't help wondering," she said. "It sort of excites me!"

I gulped, and it was so loud in my ears I knew Anne heard it.

She pulled back and shrugged out of her blouse and bra, letting them fall silently to the floor between us. Her green eyes literally twinkled and her voice was little more than a whisper. "Doesn't it excite you, Burt? Here we are, and we know we're going to fuck; and there, somewhere, they are, and maybe they sent us back so they could have a piece. Doesn't that just grab you right in the gonads?"

"Shut up," I gasped, staring at her swaying tits as I unsnapped the waist band, of her skirt and fumbled with trembling fingers at her zipper. It caught. I yanked. And it opened with a raspy report. I grabbed her skirt, half slip and panties, kneeling as I jerked them down her nyloned legs.

She stepped out of her clothes and kicked them away, spread her legs, took my head in her hands and pulled my face into her crotch. "Lick me, Burt! Lick me!"

The dull brown hair above her cunt was crisp to my nose and eyes, but not the hair surrounding her slippery pussy itself. So much girl juice was oozing from her hot hole that the hair just outside her brown-colored cuntlips was already soaked and soft as my lips formed over her.

"Oh, Burt! Burt!" she cried, as my tongue jabbed deep into her silky passage.

Grasping her by the tensed cheeks of her ass, I licked at the weeping walls of her vagina in a circular motion, letting my lip flip at her clitoris as she rocked her hips and ran her fingers through my hair.

"That's good," she sighed. "So good!"

I kept at her as she eased us to the side of the bed and sat down on it. Her legs opened wider, giving me better access to her elliptical opening.

"Do you like to suck me, Burt? Woody says I've got the juiciest, sweetest puss he ever saw. Is it good sucking, Burt? God, you really do it nice!"

I grunted, licking away at the inside of her hot flesh. She was juicy, but the taste wasn't what I'd call sweet. It was musky and heady, almost as delicious as Willa's tight little box.

"I think maybe I'm perverted. Do you think I am, honey?"

I mumbled something, "Shut up," I think it was, and sucked her clit into my mouth, nibbling it with the edges of my teeth and whipping at it with the tip of my tongue.

"Ohhh," she groaned, stiffening, shuddering, trying to stuff my whole head inside her body. "Don't stop ... oh, shit! Don't you dare stop! Ohhh! I'm coming, Burt! Coming... coming ... COMING!!!"

And goddamned if she wasn't! She fell back on the bed and locked her legs around my head, slamming her cunt at my face till I was sure she would break my nose. That made her two up on me -- one I'd given her by hand and this one by mouth. I knew right then I wasn't going to screw her, not this time. Willa would never suck me all the way off but hot assed Anne was going to! I'd blown her and now it was her turn. I thought she'd never stop coming. It went on for almost a minute, with her moaning and writhing and me chewing on her sex flesh.

But finally she quit, shrieking, "That's enough ... oh, God, that's enough, Burt!"

She pushed me away with a violently shaking hand. I got up and looked down at her, realizing she was in no condition to disrobe me and give me what I wanted in the small amount of time we had left. I stripped quickly, then crawled on the bed with her.

"No, Burt," she protested, when I tugged her over me. "You'll have to get on top, darling. I'm still too weak!"

"Huh-uh. That's not what I have in mind. Do you like to suck as well as you like to be sucked, Anne?"

"I love it! Is that what you want, Burt? Do you want me to suck you off, baby?"

"All the way."

"I will ... but let me catch my breath first."

"All right. But hurry, they'll be back soon!"

"I'll blow you right out of your mind, honey", she assured passionately, scooting down till her face hovered above my rod. "Do you like this?"

Her pink tongue flashed out and licked wetly around the sensitive edge of my foreskin.

"Skin it back," I groaned.

She did, her tongue working eagerly at my pulsing glans as it jerked slowly into view. When she had it skinned back all the way, she laved the entire head of it with her hot little tongue.

"Goddamn!" I hissed. "More ... do that some more!"

She did, till the come was boiling in my nuts and I couldn't stand it another second. I cupped the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto my throbbing dick.

"Listen!" she gasped, jerking her mouth away. "It's them ... in the hall! Hurry! We've got to get our clothes and get in our own beds! And quick!"