Chapter 4

Anne jumped off the bed and began grabbing her discarded and scattered clothing from the floor, me right behind her snatching up my own things. Not even bothering to look at one another, we tossed our respective garments onto separate chairs and dove for our own beds.

"The light, Burt!"

Muttering under my breath, I shot out of bed and dashed to the light switch beside the door and whapped it off with an angry slap. Footsteps moved past our door and on down the hall before I had a chance to move away.

"Goddamn it, Anne, it wasn't them! It was someone else!"

I thought I heard her snicker muffled-like as she sat up in her bed and turned the lamp on.

"You scared the bell out of me!"

"Me too," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed as she began unfastening her garter belt. "I thought sure it was them, Burt. God, it sounded just like Woody's heavy walk!"

I went to her, my prick standing out from my loins, swaying from side to side as I walked, glistening with the coating of her saliva. She was pushing her stockings down her thighs when I cupped the back of her head and tried to stick my throbbing rod back into her educated mouth.

"Let's not take any more chances," she said hurriedly, turning her head so that my glans pressed at her cheek rather than her lips, where I'd aimed it. "Get your pajamas on. Let's get ready for bed and put our things away before we lose our heads and get caught in the act maybe the next time."

"You're gonna blow me, Anne," I said insistently.

"Of course, honey!" She kissed the head of my dick. "But let's get ready for bed first ... just in case they do come back before we're through. Okay?"

It made sense, so how could I argue? I sure as hell didn't want Willa or Woody to know we had a thing going. My balls were so tight they ached, but I hung up my clothes and got out my pajama bottoms (I never wear the tops) as Anne put her own house in order.

I waited till she had on her panties and nightgown (a shortie like Willa always wears) before I grabbed her.

"I've gotta pee again," she protested, pulling away from me and running for the john.

Thinking she was stalling, I ran after her and went info the bathroom with her. As she sat on the john, pissing loudly, I stepped in front of her and put my cock in her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my shaft. She sucked me till her urine stopped, then pushed me away so she could wipe herself dry.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand after she'd flushed the toilet, leading me back into the room. "Oh,noo," she groaned.

"What is it?"

"Footsteps," she said. "Do you suppose it's them this time?"

I hadn't heard them at first, but then I did. "Shit! I don't know ... but I guess we'd better not chance it."

She rushed to her bed and me to mine. I snapped the lamp between our beds off and we both got under the covers. The footsteps went past our door.

"It wasn't them," I said, kicking back the covers. "Come over here."

"I don't like the way you're acting!"

"What?"

"Goddamn it, anyway! I'm nervous and scared ... and you're acting like I owe you or something!"

"Oh, bullshit," I groaned.

"Give me a cigarette. I've gotta settle my nerves first."

I got cigarettes and matches, gave her one, took one for myself, lit them. "Hurry, will you? Time's running out."

"Forget it, Burt. I'm not of the mood now."

"Christ, Anne! You can't leave me like this!"

"You sound just like my first husband. I think maybe you can just go to hell, Mr. Crane!"

"For crying out loud, Anne!" I started, then got hold of myself. "All right. I'm sorry, baby. I guess I was acting a bit shitty."

"Is that an apology?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Well ... okay ... but I'm still out of the mood."

"I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't want to."

"I did want to," she said. "But now I'm scared. What if they came in?"

"Some other time, Anne. It is getting late."

"Yes, some other time, Burt. The first chance we get. They ought to be here by now, shouldn't they?"

I looked at my watch. I couldn't believe it but nearly an hour had passed since we'd left them.

"How long has it been, Burt?"

"Almost an hour."

"God! That long?"

"Take away five minutes."

"They're late," she said. "Almost thirty minutes late."

"Twenty-five, to be exact."

"I wonder what they're doing, Burt?"

"Probably on their way here."

"I wonder," she said softly.

I glanced over, saw the ash on her cigarette turn bright red as she took a deep drag. We hadn't turned the lamp back on, so I couldn't see her face. But I know what she was thinking, and I didn't like it.

"I wonder if they stopped at one of those little motels for a quickie?" she mused.

My heart quickened at the very thought of such a thing. But I knew I was being silly. Willa would never do anything like that in her right mind. Then I recalled how many drinks we'd all had, and how my own mind wasn't exactly right because of them, and how loose Willa had been when Anne and I left her and Woody alone. I sucked in a powerful drag from my cigarette, exhaling loudly as I let it out.

"I must be perverted," Anne said. "Because I hope they did."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Her voice was loud and clear this time. "I said I hope they did stop. I know it's crazy, but the thought of them together just thrills the living shit out of me!"

"Knock it off, will you?"

"No, goddamn it, I won't knock it off. What would be so awful if they did?"

"They didn't! Willa isn't that kind of girl!" I blurted.

"Well, thanks so fuckin' much, Mr. Crane!"

"What?"

"That hurt. That really hurt. 'Willa's not that kind of girl,' you say, you bastard, meaning that she's better than me because I am 'that kind of girl'"

"Don't be like that, Anne. That isn't what I meant and you know it. You've been married before. I'm the only man Willa has ever had. That's the difference, and I meant no slur on you ... believe me."

"Well ... all right, but you ought to be more careful about choosing your words."

"Let's not fight, Anne, please."

She sighed. "I like you, Burt, in spite of your big mouth."

"And I like you," I said. "A lot."

She giggled.

"Did I say something funny?"

"No. It's just that I think Woody likes Willa a lot, too. I've never seen him so taken with another girl. I think he'll try to screw her, Burt ... I really do. And you know what?"

I didn't answer, but she told me what anyway.

"I'm not a damned bit jealous. I really like Willa. It wouldn't bother me if she and Woody are screwing away like mad right this minute. In fact, I sort of hope they are!"

"You are perverted," I said, hearing my voice betray the strange emotion I couldn't force down any longer. Anne must have caught it because she raised up and stubbed out her cigarette, looking over at me as she said:

"It takes one to know one, baby."

"And just what is that crack supposed to mean?"

"Don't be coy with me, lover. You know damned well what I mean ... unless you've suddenly developed a bad case of laryngitis."

I mashed out my cigarette, then turned my back to her and rasped, "Go to sleep!"

"Good night, Burt."

"Good night."

All was quiet for a moment, then Anne, her voice sounding amused, asked, "Burt, as one pervert to another, baby, does it make your peter all hard and tingly to think about my husband throwing the meat to your little wife?"

I snorted and pulled the pillow over my head to shut off her sudden fit of laughter. But, goddamn her, she was right. My cock had never been harder than it was right now!

It was only about fifteen minutes before they came in, both of them drunker than when we'd left them and trying to be quiet, so as not to wake Anne and I. But I wasn't asleep, and I doubted Anne was. I'd been lying there with my imagination going crazy, and that fifteen minutes had seemed like a long, hard week at the very least!

"They're both asleep," I heard Woody whisper.

Then Willa's voice, tense and slurred. "No ... no, don't!"

"Just a goodnight kiss, honey. What'll it hurt?"

"You had your goodnight kiss in the cab, Mr. Gordon," I heard Willa say shakily.

"Mr. Gordon? Is that any way to talk after you held my bare cock all the way home?"

"Shut up, Woody. They might hear you!"

"You said it felt good."

"It did," Willa whispered.

"Then come on. Let's go get us a room all by ourselves for a couple of hours."

"Oh, God," Willa moaned.

"You do want to, don't you?"

Her voice sounded confused. "I don't know. Maybe I do ... but I can't."

"They're sound asleep, just like I told you they would be. They'll never know. Come on, Willa. I need you, baby!"

There was a moment of silent indecision. I should have jumped from the bed and broken Woody's damned neck. He was bigger than me, but I knew I could take him just the same. I didn't move though, because I couldn't. It excited me tremendously, and I had to know what Willa would do if I left them alone. And though I hated myself for it, I was almost disappointed when she said firmly:

"No way, Woody. I'm not going to see you again, ever. You stay away from me the rest of this weekend. Nothing's changed from what I told you in the cab. The fact that we're so strongly attracted to each other doesn't mean we have to do anything about it. I love Burt with all my heart and soul ... and I couldn't bear to hurt him like this. Now that's the end of it ... understand?"

"It's hands off, huh?"

"Good night, Mr. Gordon!"

"If that's the way you want it," Woody sighed. "Good night, Mrs. Crane. Pleasant dreams."

It never dawned on me (till Woody and Anne told us the next day, that Willa and I'd been set up. But we had. They'd anticipated our every reaction and planned our seduction up to that point. With great success, I might add, because they had us both precisely where they wanted us. Had Willa given in earlier and gone to another motel with Woody, Anne was prepared to complete our swap at a prearranged time. But they'd wanted it to turn out exactly the way it did with Willa all hot and bothered after petting with Woody in the cab and my nuts literally aching with the need to release their pent-up sperm. All Anne's talk of being excited over the possibility of Woody and Willa getting with it was simply to feel me out and see if I'd get excited over the idea. It had excited me and, though I didn't know it at that moment, within ten minutes Woody and Anne would be jumping into our bed -- Woody fucking the living hell out of Willa, and Anne giving me the blowjob she'd stalled on earlier.

But that was for later. I lay deathly still as Willa took her nightgown into the bathroom to change and Woody stripped in the room and hopped into bed with his own wife.

"You asleep, baby?" I heard him ask softly. He shook her. "Anne? Are you asleep, Anne?"

"Not now, damn you," she groaned, making it sound so real I thought she had been sleeping. "What'd you wake me up for?"

"How about a little piece?"

"You're crazy! With all of us in the same room?"

"Old Burt's out like a light," he whispered.

"What about Willa? Didn't she come in with you?"

"She's changing in the john."

"Wait'll she's sleeping ... then ask me again ... but we'll have to be quiet."

I could hear the covers rustling as Woody took Anne in his arms and kissed her. Then he was whispering something to her I couldn't make out, because Willa had flushed the john.

"No, honey, don't worry," I thought I heard Anne say. "Everything is fine ... just fine."

But I couldn't be sure that's exactly what she said, and I didn't know what they were talking about.

Then Woody, using a slightly louder tone, asked rather suspiciously, "Are you sure old Burt didn't cause your puss to feel this way?"

"Woody!" Anne hissed.

"Well, goddamn," he grumbled. "It's all wet and hot ... what am I supposed to think?"

"What if he did fuck me?" Anne asked. "It was your idea we come back alone, wasn't it?"

"Jesus ... did he?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!"

"Huh," Anne said. "You'll wake him. And relax. He didn't."

Willa came tiptoeing from the bathroom and slipped into bed. I didn't move. She thought I was sound asleep. Very gently she kissed me on the forehead before she lay still.

After a couple of minutes Woody whispered, "You know, I don't think I'd mind if he had."

"What?" Anne gasped.

"Keep your voice down," Woody cautioned. "Willa couldn't be asleep yet."

But he was whispering loud enough that I could hear him plainly, and I know damned well Willa heard him too because she stiffened at his next words:

"I really like old Burt ... you know? If you ever do cheat on me, do it with him, will you?"

"I believe you're serious," Anne gasped.

"I am.

"You're drunk, Woody."

"We're all a little drunk," he said. "But promise me if you ever take a lover, it'll be Burt. You don't have to tell me about it, and I won't ask you any questions. But, damn it, I like Burt ... and I'd rather you screw him then anyone else ... if you ever want another guy."

"You'll sing a different tune in the morning," Anne said.

"Nope. Don't think so, baby."

"Are you giving me a license?"

"Just with Burt."

"Woody?"

"Yeah?"

Anne's voice sounded excited. "We almost did tonight. I wanted to but there wasn't time."

"Then he did make your puss all juicy," Woody sighed.

"You really don't mind?"

"Hell no. What'd you two do? Tell me."

Anne giggled. "No."

"Come on, Anne. I want to hear it. I'll tell you what Willa and I did."

"Hush," Anne said. "She might still be awake. Maybe she can hear us."

Woody sat up in bed and looked over at me and Willa. "Willa?" he called softly. "Are you awake?"

I knew she was because I could feel her shivering, but she didn't answer.

"She's asleep," Woody said. "On the way back we got pretty worked-up in the cab. I wouldn't have told you, but since you and Burt did it..."

"I don't want to hear it," Anne interrupted.

"Why not? Are you jealous?"

She giggled. "No more than you are of me and Burt. But it wouldn't be fair to Willa. Besides, since they're both sleeping now, and since I'm awake and all..."

"You want to fuck?"

"Don't you?"

"Damn right, baby. I wanted to when I came in and this little confession session made me hotter yet."

"Me too," Anne sighed.

They kissed passionately, then Anne whispered, "Wouldn't it be great if Willa and Burt felt the same way we do?"

"Jesus, then we could swap, couldn't we? Would you go for that, Anne?"

"In a minute!" she moaned. "Would you?"

"Mmm-hum! You think maybe they'd go for it?"

"Burt might," she said. "What about Willa?"

"I don't know. I think maybe she would if she was sure Burt didn't mind. She held my cock on the way home and seemed to like it. We're pretty hot for each other."

"Me and Burt too."

"You want to wake 'em up and ask 'em?"

"Yes," Anne said. "But we'd better not. This whole thing is crazy ... you know that, Woody?"

"Crazy nice, though."

"I never dreamed you and I'd be talking about anything like this," Anne said, a note of incredulity in her voice.

"Neither did I, baby. And I guess we never would if we hadn't met Burt and Willa."

"No," Anne sighed. "But it's different with them, isn't it?"

"Yeah. They're really great."

"I know, Woody. I just love them both to pieces!"

"I know what you mean. We'll have to feel them out and see if we can work it up."

"If we did swap with them, it wouldn't make any difference between us, would it? Trouble, I mean."

"Not as far as I'm concerned."

"Me neither, honey. I'd love to, I really would ... unless you think it might cause marriage trouble for them. I'd rather forget it in that case. I like them too well to make trouble for them, don't you?"

"I don't think it would harm their relationship. But I guess well have to leave that decision up to them, huh?"

"Let's forget about them for now, okay?" Anne asked. "Make love to me, darling. I'm hotter than I've been in ages!"

"Can you see my face?"

"Not very well. It's pretty dark in here. But we can't turn the light on."

"No. I don't want the light on this time. Close your eyes. Pretend I'm Burt."

"Ohhh ... I like that idea. You want me to be Willa?"

"You got it, baby."

Then they were kissing and rolling around under the covers.

"Oh, Burt ... darling, darling! Yes, honey ... take my pants off and put it in! Give it to me, Burt ... mmmm! Ohhh ... oh, sweet cock! God, it's good!"

"Willa!" Woody grunted. "Oh, you sweet little cunt!"

Woody threw back the covers as best his position would allow, and Anne kicked them the rest of the way off. The bed didn't exactly squeak, but it made unmistakable noises of abandoned sexual intercourse as they went at it. Soon neither of them remembered to keep their voices down. Anne was moaning in orgasm, calling my name as Woody hammered away at her. And Woody called her Willa every time he used a name instead of the many endearments in between. It really got to me. I'd never been in the same room with another couple while they screwed, and that in itself was damned exciting but the way they were moaning mine and Willa's names made it terribly thrilling.

And Willa was getting caught up in it, too. I could feel her squirming and tossing beside me, getting closer and closer all the time. My cock was hurting, it was so hard, and my nuts were literally killing me! I had to have relief!

Pretending I'd just woke up, I mumbled, "Willa? You awake?"

"Yes," she answered tensely, scooting closer.

"What's going on?"

She slid against me and threw her leg over mine. "They're doing it, Burt," she whispered. "And for some crazy reason -- they woke me up too -- they're calling each other by our names! "

"Yeah. I hear them now. Sounds crazy, huh?"

"I can't figure it out either, darling."

"Jesus, Willa, listen to them. They're really going!"

"I've been listening," she whispered, putting her arms around me.

"They're making me hot."

"Me too, Burt."

"I've got a hard on," I said, taking her hand and carrying it down to my throbbing dick.

Her fingers clenched around me eagerly.

"Goddamn, baby! Let's do it too!"

"Won't they hear us?" she asked, squeezing my organ till I thought sure I'd blow my load in her hot little hand.

"Who gives a shit? They're not bashful, so why should we be? Get your panties off!"

She rolled away from me, bucking up as she jerked her panties down her legs and kicked the covers back at the same time. My urgency wouldn't permit me the time it took to remove my pajama bottoms. It was already standing out through the flap anyway, so I jumped on top of her and rammed it home.

"Oh, Burt! Burt!" she wailed, throwing her legs up around my pistoning ass and pumping with me from the very first thrust.

It was too much for a mortal man to endure. Her cunt was hotter and slicker than it had ever been. The come burst loose and rushed up my twitching shaft, spraying her vagina in forceful spurts before I'd hunched a dozen times.

"Not yet!" she yelled. "Oh, goddamn it, Burt! Not yet!"

But I had no control. All I could do was grunt and groan in the sweet delirium of long-needed orgasm as Willa tried frantically to grab the same brass ring I held and swing on it with me.

She didn't make it. I'd popped way too soon for her, even in the condition she was in. Her arms and legs held me to her and she pleaded, "Leave it in, darling! Keep it hard! Fuck me! Oh, God ... fuck me!!!"