Chapter 1
"It must be hell to have your husband out of the country for three whole weeks," Laura Wallace said. "I can imagine how I'd feel if I had to be without sex for that length of time. I'd be climbing the walls."
Nancy Jordan blushed. "Oh, I guess I'll survive somehow."
"I don't know if I would or not. This is one female who has to be screwed well and often. But then there's one thing to be thankful for, isn't there? Our husbands aren't the only human creatures with cocks."
Nancy was stunned speechless.
It had been surprising enough to have this woman, whom she hardly knew, drop in for a visit without advance notice, but to hear her talk like this-so frankly and in such vulgar terms-was really too much.
Still, Nancy couldn't be angry with her. Shocked, yes. But not really angry. There was that down-to-earth, level glint in Laura's brown eyes and the disarming way her wide, sensuous mouth smiled. Another girl could recognize her immediately as a "good guy," in spite of the elegant beauty of her willowy figure and the way her dark auburn hair gleamed as it hung straight to her shoulders, where it rested as the ends curled upward gracefully.
Also, there was the way she dressed. Really sharp! But she could afford to. Her husband occupied a better-paying position with the Dolph Chemical Company than Nancy's husband, Bob.
"I hope I didn't offend you, talking about cocks and all," Laura said with apparent solicitude. "That's the way it is in the crowd Dave and I run with. We don't call a spade a digging tool. Saying 'spade' is so much easier and more honest. Hope you don't mind."
Nancy found her voice. "No. No, of course not." She forced a flustered little smile.
Nancy, at twenty-three, was five years younger than her visitor. She was blonde and more roundly curved, but she lacked the poise and elegant style of the other woman. She was what was often spoken of as a natural beauty. Her true sunshine-colored hair was brushed back from her forehead and curved silkily at either side of her sweet but disturbingly sexy face. Her greenish eyes were wide set. Her lips were generous, her teeth white and evenly placed.
"Dave and I aren't only broad-minded in the way we talk," Laura went on, but in the way we live, too. What I mean is, he has his separate fun when he feels like it, and so do I. That's why it wouldn't hurt me too badly if he were to go away for a while. And I wouldn't feel guilty about anything I did, because I'd know he was doing the same damned thing wherever he was. How about your man-don't you think hell be busily fucking Frauleins while he's in Germany?"
Nancy gasped. Fucking. Oh, she couldn't have heard that word drop from such sleek, perfectly contoured lips!
"Well, don't you?" Laura pressed. She took a drag on her long, oval-shaped cigarette.
"Goodness, no!" Nancy managed, her pretty cheeks flaming. "Bob will be faithful to me, just as I'll be faithful to him." She was aware as she said it that it made her sound like an awful prude, but what other response could she give to such a sinful suggestion?
"Well, you know him better than I do. But take my word for it, men are men. And there's no reason why women can't behave the same way, now that the pill has put us on an equal basis."
"Surely having babies isn't the only consideration. There's a matter of morals."
"Then it ought to cut both ways, shouldn't it? With both men and women. But it doesn't. Very few men consider it immoral when they screw around. The hypocrisy of it may make them feel guilty, but they know they haven't really hurt anyone, so where's the sin? But just let their wives try the same thing and ... zingo! Now morals are involved. It's a plain case of sexual discrimination, and that's as wrong as racial discrimination any day."
"There may be some truth to what you say. Everyone knows there's a double standard."
"Exactly. Well, I say it's time that's wiped out. Don't you agree?"
Nancy twisted a little in her chair. "I don't know."
"What I'm getting around to is this-I know you're lonely and all. If you feel as if you'd like to go out with somebody and maybe find a little action, I'm your girl. Dave will ask no question, I assure you, and it will never get back to Bob."
Shock seemed to have piled upon shock. How dare this woman march into Nancy's apartment and deliver a proposition like this! Nancy felt as if she ought to throw her out.
But she couldn't bring herself to do that. For some reason, she couldn't even register anger. She told herself it was because Bob worked with Laura's husband, and Nancy didn't want there to be bad feelings ... but was this the real reason she exercised such remarkable restraint? Or was she secretly intrigued, even now, by what Laura had to say?
Her answer was politely negative. "I'm afraid I wouldn't be interested, but thanks for offering."
"Well ... think it over ... and, if you change your mind, give me a call." Laura stood up. "We ought to make it a point to get together often, even if it's just to yak. I like you, Nancy, very much."
"And I like you, too," Nancy said with a sincere smile.
After Laura had left the apartment, Nancy hurried into the bedroom and took a look at herself in her large vanity mirror. Step out on Bob? CHEAT on him? Could I do that?
Of course not. It was as foreign to her nature as flapping her arms to fly.
Her gaze swept down her pleasing figure, in brightly-printed top and capris, and she was forced to conclude that if she really wanted to play around, she wouldn't have any trouble finding willing takers.
But she didn't want to. She loved Bob. She intended to be true to him for her entire life.
They had been married for not quite two years. Prior to her wedding night, Nancy was a virgin.
It had been difficult, maintaining that unsullied state, and less than half of the problem lay in fighting off the eager males. Nancy's biggest battle was with herself.
She was a girl of strong sexual urges, and had been since she was twelve. The touch of male hands on her body, the sliding of a male tongue between her lips-these had been powerful lures.
But Nancy was also a girl of strict moral upbringing, and she lived at home even while she was attending college. Her parents continued to maintain surveillance over her after she became of age. Even if she had wanted to violate the code of conduct they had handed down to her, she could hardly have done so without their finding out. It was a small town, and anyway, she didn't keep secrets well.
She met Bob at college and they dated for six months, then were married right after graduation. During their courtship, she had wanted very much to surrender to him, and if he had added his desire to her own, the sum might have been irresistible. But he didn't.
Oh, he wanted her strongly enough. Sometimes when they embraced and petted, her hand would casually brush his lap, and she would realize how strong his desire for her really was-his penis was hard as a spike, standing up in his pants. She used to wonder what he did about that afterward. Did he just forget it and climb into his solitary bed and go to sleep? Or did he play with himself, as she played with herself sometimes, and bring about a wonderful sensation which swept the repressed passion away?
He didn't want to have sex with her before they were married because he wanted their wedding night to be perfect, he said. She admired his idealism, and the two of them struggled together against temptation, and won.
When the eagerly awaited night of nights arrived, it was no disappointment to either love. Bob found Nancy's body as thoroughly delightful and responsive as he had believed it would be, and she found his virility thrilling beyond words. Oh, that stabber! It seemed to reach way up inside her, surging and pounding with the beat of life. And it was so huge and stiff! It filled her completely and rubbed her exactly right.
From the very beginning, it seemed that Nancy could hardly get enough.
How right Laura was when she had said it was going to be difficult getting along without sex for three whole weeks!
On the night before Bob had left, he had taken her three times. They had writhed and panted and pumped their eager bodies together for the better part of two hours, until sheer exhaustion forced them to submit to sleep.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Bob had to catch an early morning plane, they would have done it again after they woke up.
That very night, Nancy had suffered in need. Now, three days later, the need was just that much stronger. How she was going to make it through the entire three weeks, she didn't know.
Before she was married, it wasn't as difficult to get along without sex. The reason was simple: She hadn't known what she was missing. But now that that glorious, blissful banging had become a habit, she needed it as surely as she needed fresh air.
The question was: How long could she hold her breath?
Her conscious, planning mind refused to recognize an alternative to abstinence, even after Laura's visit. But underneath, she was seething.
"So how did you make out with Bob's wife? Is she as square as you thought?"
The questions issued from the rather stocky, dark-haired man who was stepping out of his trousers.
It was bedtime at the Wallaces' home. They'd had guests that evening, and Laura and Dave hadn't had an opportunity to discuss her visit with Nancy until now.
Laura stood in bra and slip, holding a hand-mirror and examining a very slight blemish on her cheek.
"She's square, all right," Laura affirmed. "But, you know ... I have hope."
"Yeah? What did she say?" Dave tossed his shirt off.
"It wasn't what she said. It was the way she looked when I said what I did. I believe she's susceptible." Laura set the hand-mirror down and looked at her husband. "This idea of yours may prove to be worth something, after all."
"Man, it'll be worth plenty to me if I can get that babe onto her back with her legs open."
"You think I'm not just as hot to play house with Bob?
Ever since you told me about catching a climpse of his cock in the men's room that time, and how long it is, I've been dying to get it inside me."
"You bitch," Dave said with a good-natured chuckle.
"Bastard," she returned jauntily and opened the hooks of her bra.
She drew the black satin cups away, leaving her small but provocatively shaped breasts standing erectly of their own accord. The titties were just large enough to nestle comfortably in a man's palm. They were a lush golden-brown, matching the rest of Laura's skin, because she sunbathed in the nude. The disks at their crests were dark-red and crinkled but not too large. The nipples thrust forward from their centers like end-joints of one's little finger.
Dave stepped out of his boxer shorts to reveal a hairy bush with a good-sized hose curving out of it. However, his penis was more notable for its thickness than its length. It was circumcised, and the color of its head was pale purple.
Laura stripped her slip down, leaving her in black satin briefs, matching garter belt, and dusky hose. She bent to release the garter clips, and her taut breasts hung and quivered enticingly.
Dave ambled nude to the bureau to get his pajama pants, and, as he passed his wife, he gave her a sharp back-hand slap on the butt.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, and straightened up. She clutched the spanked buttock and kneaded it lovingly through her panties. "What was that for?"
"General principles," he replied. "I'm a firm believer in the proposition that all wives should get their asses swatted regularly."
"Oh, are you! Well, this is one wife who doesn't care for that sort of treatment. Anyway, you were never much of a spanker."
"I didn't know what I was missing," he said as he pulled a drawer open and removed a pair of pajama trousers. "A girl I was out with the other night asked me to pop her a few times with her pants down. I did it and, you know, it's fun."
"Well, save it for her."
"I wonder if Nan Jordan liked to be spanked," Dave mused as he stepped into his sleeping garment. "You know something else I wonder? Whether or not she's a real blonde."
"She could be," Laura replied as she dropped her stockings on a chair. "Her brows are light under the pencil, and her eyes are green. She's got a groovy figure, too. You're going to have lots of fun with her."
Laura slid her panties away and stepped out of them. Dave watched her casually but not with complete indifference. As many times as he had seen it and made love to it, that cute cunt of hers continued to fascinate him. It showed up in a particularly striking way because of her slimness. The nearly straight lines of her thighs and belly ' caused its plushy lips, adorned with fluffy, dark-brown hairs, to seem even more voluptuous and inviting than the cunts of most beautiful women.
Dave decided that he wanted Laura's cunt that night.
He moved over to her.
Drawing her into his arms, he said, "Let's make this hubby's night, shall we?"
"Well, darling!" She feigned surprise, but actually his approaches to her were not all that infrequent.
He let a thick hand slide down her smooth, graceful back and around a satiny, pert little buttock. He stroked it with his fingers, then caressed its twin and the tight crack between them. His rod rose against Laura's teasingly agitating belly.
Their mouths joined, and his tongue thrust smoothly and deeply into her. She clamped her teeth and lips gently on the wet, slightly abrasive piece of meat, and she sucked just enough to stimulate her husband without causing him discomfort.
By now his pecker was very full and hard and was pressing urgently against her belly. The pressure not only caused him discomfort and some stimulation, but it also excited her a great deal. She wanted to get that husky shaft of manhood inside her.
They sank together to the bed, and he began systematically to sow passionate little kisses all over her shoulders, which were dusted with freckles. His quick mouth moved along to her bosom and he teased the upthrust tips of her tits, prodding and bending them with his tongue, then rolling them between his moist lips and finally tugging them upward and using them to vibrate the tight little boobs. He kissed her between the breasts and licked below them. He continued along to the slightly knurled center of her navel, which he tongue-prodded.
As he browsed about the fiat but satiny-smooth plane of her belly, his hand found her main pleasure zone and he began to caress her there, causing her to move her legs even farther apart as she moaned, "Do me good, Dave baby! Make me know it!"
He ruffled her auburn-colored fur and fingered the plushy lips which lay beneath it. The tip of his middle finger prodded her sensitive little clit, and she squirmed voluptuously as the most wonderful hot sensations scurried up to her brain and gently exploded there, flooding her entire consciousness with warmth.
She opened to him like the petals of a flower, her legs bending and twisting as they spread as far apart as they could go. Dave's middle finger sank into her pussy, getting wet, then it began to pump in and out rhythmically, stroking her very soft, lubricated membranes.
Dave raised his head and propelled himself farther toward the foot of the bed so he was hovering directly over her wetly throbbing vagina.
He felt his mouth begin to water, and he licked his lips.
He dove, and Laura whined in delight as his lips spread her bearded ones and his tongue speared deeply into her slit. He pumped his tongue in and out as his hands stroked her thighs and hips and squirming, satiny ass. Finally he fastened on her clit and sucked it for several wildly exciting seconds.
Now Laura was very close to an orgasm, and Dave's rod was pulsating with rigid power. He lunged atop her and sank his prick deeply into her eagerly receptive vagina.
He pumped rapidly up and down, in and out of her cunt, and Laura cried out as she moved her hips wildly, gripping him at the shoulders and clinging to his thick, tense thighs with her serpentine legs. Her wet, warm, silken vagina slid up and down his plunging cock like a monkey on a greased pole.
He drove faster and faster, growling as he sought to finish her off and propel himself to an ecstatic release at the same time.
They got there.
Perfectly.
She whooped and arched her body upward, breaking the skin on his shoulders with her nails as her voracious pussy gulped at his happily twitching flesh and made it twitch and gush all the more. They heaved and shook together.
Then gradually she relaxed against the bed, giving up her ferocious grip on him, and with a deep and pleasurable sigh he disengaged himself and rolled onto his back.
They talked.
"It's going to be a real feather in our caps when we get the Jordans into the group," Dave said. "We need fresh talent. Especially young talent like that."
"I'm going to follow up with Nancy tomorrow," Laura remarked as she lay on her back in the darkness and exhaled cigarette smoke.
"So soon? Lord knows I'm anxious, but tomorrow might be rushing things."
"Nonsense. What I told her today got her to thinking, and I'll bet it warmed her up a little. I want to cook something with that fire before it burns out."
"But she's liable to get scared off."
"You leave it to mama. I know what little girls are made of, Dave, and Nancy's no different from any other normal female. She's just inhibited, that's all. Well, booze and attractive male companionship are the best tools that have ever been devised for breaking down the inhibitions of girls."
"What's this male companionship?"
"I'll get a couple of guys from the club. Don't worry."
"Hell. I wish one of them could be me."
"You'll have your chance with the blonde honeypot soon enough. If you were to muscle in tomorrow, it would ruin everything. Mama knows what she's doing."
"I hope so," Dave said, and, although he had just screwed his wife, he was busily anticipating the fun he was going to have with Nancy ... provided things worked out as he and Laura planned.
At that same moment, Nancy lay alone in the darkness of her mid-town apartment, unable to sleep.
The things Laura had said earlier that day kept going round and round in her head. She didn't want to think such shocking things-she really didn't-but, lonely as she was, and missing Bob, she couldn't seem to do anything else.
She was restless. Her healthy young body yearned for love making.
Laura had no doubt been right when she had indicated it would be easy for Nancy to get physical love from some man. The city was full of individuals who had what she needed swinging between their legs, and many of them would be happy to make it big and full and stiff for her and to slide it into....
No!
She mustn't think that way. She simply mustn't! She loved Bob-only Bob-and he loved her. Laura hadn't known what she was talking about when she had said Bob was probably making love to German girls. Bob would remain faithful, just as she would remain faithful to him.
But, God, it was difficult!
Her hand slid down her body, underneath the covers, and she stroked herself through her nylon nightgown. That didn't help ease her frustration, and it certainly didn't make her feel more like dropping off to sleep.
Oh, what was she going to do!
She pulled her hand out from under the bedclothes and angrily tossed herself onto her side, gripping the pillow and wadding it under her head.
Cock, she thought. Laura had used that dirty but highly stimulating word to describe what she needed. Cock ... cock ... cock....
She shivered.
She needed cock, all right. But she wanted only Bob's. Oh, God, if he were here right now, she would grab that wonderful thing of his and squeeze it and pull it to her, and then she would wrap it in her eager flesh and start to move her hungry hips....
Letting out an audible wail, she leaped from the bed and began to pace up and down in the darkness. What was the matter with her? Bob had been gone for only a few days, and she was acting as if she had been alone and without sex for months! She wasn't a nymphomaniac, after all.
It was Laura's fault, of course. She had come around with her sinful suggestions and had started Nancy's mind working in the wrong channels. Well, she would just have to correct her thinking. Sex was not something to be taken lightly. It went with love, and love went with marriage ... and she was married to Bob. He had to be away for a while, so she would wait for him. And she wouldn't permit herself to start climbing the walls, as Laura had put it, while she did so.
She walked through the darkened apartment to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold milk. She drank it down.
Feeling better and clinging to the resolution she had just made, Nancy returned to the bedroom. She straightened out the rumpled covers and climbed into bed, carefully drawing the covers over her.
She folded her hands on top of the bedclothes and sighed, closing her eyes and trying to sink as deeply as possible into the mattress.
Sleep, she thought. If I can just fall asleep now....
Surprisingly enough, she did.