Chapter 6
Eight A.M. in Germany is two o'clock in the morning in the eastern zone of the United States.
Nancy was asleep when her husband's call jangled the extension phone beside her bed. On the third ring, the jarring sound finally penetrated her consciousness, and she sat up. Then, as she realized who the call was probably from, she lunged for the receiver.
"Hello!" she said eagerly.
"Mrs. Nancy Jordan?" It was an operator's voice.
"Yes. Yes. Put the call through."
"One moment, please."
The short delay was agonizing, then she heard Bob's voice. Though there was some distortion, his words came through almost as strongly as if he had been phoning from down the street.
"Honey? It's me."
"Oh, Bob! Darling! How are you? Tell me everything."
"Hey," he chuckled. "Easy. I can only say one thing at a time. How are you?"
"I'm all right. But that doesn't matter. What are you doing?"
This question, though apparently innocent in intent, twisted the knife of guilt which was already embedded within Bob.
Actually, the question was not quite as innocent as it had sounded. Nancy had just recalled Laura's statement about what Bob was likely to be doing with some German girls.
He forced a laugh. "Right now, I'm just waking up."
"Oh," she said, "is it morning there?"
"That's what the sun is trying to tell me. It's beating through the window like mad."
"Good heavens! It's the middle of the night here."
"Ooh, baby," he said sympathetically. "I woke you up then, didn't I? You know, I didn't even think about the time difference. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Honey, you can wake me up any time, and you know it." She lowered her voice suggestively as she added, "Just as if you were right here beside me."
"So we're both in bed, hmm?"
"I guess." she gave a little nervous laugh.
"Damn, I wish it was the same bed," he blurted.
"So do I!" she said warmly. "Oh, Bob ... I miss you so much!"
"And I miss you, baby. I love you, hear?"
"I love you, too!"
There was a moment of silence during which each of them suffered pangs of conscience. Nancy suppressed hers with a bantering laugh and subconsciously turned her guilt around, still motivated by Laura's remark.
"Are you behaving yourself over there?" she asked.
Bob squirmed between the sheets. "Of course! Baby, I've been working my butt off. This isn't just beer and skittles, you know."
"Sure. I was only kidding."
"What are you doing? Dating any dashing, handsome men?"
Now it was Nancy's turn to squirm. Her hand, which was beneath the covers, stole involuntarily to her loins. She touched herself through the thin nightgown she wore.
"Bob! What a thing to say!"
"Okay." He chuckled again. "I'm sorry. Just remember I'm crazy about you, huh? And I'm thinking of you all the time."
You weren't thinking of her last night when you were screwing Helga and that other broad, his conscience reminded him painfully.
"Boy, if you knew how much I think of you!" Nancy said, her tone pitched low and her lips nearly brushing the receiver. "I'd give anything if you were with me right now. On me."
"Hey, baby ... we're on the phone," Bob cautioned huskily.
In spite of all the action he'd had last night, his rod was threatening to rise.
"Well, just remember it, anyway."
They chatted for another minute about what he'd been doing-legitimately, and about a couple of little problems which had arisen at home, also legitimate.
Finally they murmured good-byes to each other, transmitting kisses over the trans-Atlantic connection. With a sigh, Nancy hung up.
Then she found, to her dismay, that she was hung up.
Her pussy was throbbing against her hand, with only her ultra-sheer nightie between. Only two days before, she had gone the Lez route with Laura; and the day before that, she had been balled by Harv and Rex at the motel; yet she was in need again.
Bob was the lover she wanted most. Her vocal contact with him had brought this truth back to her with considerable impact.
But, alas, he was over three thousand miles away. There was an ocean between them.
Her hand slowly pulled up her nightgown, brushing it against her curly blonde pubic hairs. Now her nightie was above the golden triangular patch, and her hand quickly lit upon the burning mound. She stroked herself and thought of Bob. Her legs inched apart.
Nancy's fingertips caressed her slit up and down, causing it to tingle more. It became moist. A finger stole in between the pouting lips.
Oh, she didn't want to do this! She really didn't. But she needed something right now, and Bob was so very far away. What's more, it would be two weeks before he would be back.
"Bob ... darling...." she murmured in the lonely darkness, as she deepened the penetration of her needy cunt.
Her sex fountain was really flowing now, and blood had rushed into the lips of her pussy, causing them to puff outward slightly in anticipation. They wanted to feel the rigid thrust of Bob's penis.
But all Nancy could give them were her own fingers. She added a second finger to the job.
She fantasized as she began to stroke:
Bob was with her, leaning over her, baring her breasts (as she now bared them with her free hand), and he was kissing her as he fingered her nipples, teasing them into rigid arousal.
Nancy rolled a rich, ripe, rosy nipple between her fingers and plucked it upward, using it to shake the full, soft mound beneath, and she imagined that her pinching fingers were Bob's lips. She dug in a little with her fingernails now, making believe those were Bob's teeth.
All the while, she continued to slide two fingers in and out of her slit, working her excitement up to fever pitch.
Her need now willed that Bob should mount her, and in her fantasy he did exactly that. She moved her legs very far apart for him, and he crouched between them, preparing to sink his thrilling staff deep into her hungry hole.
She even asked him for it in her mind, using words rather stronger than she and Bob were accustomed to using together. Thanks to Laura and her friends, Nancy's vocabulary had undergone considerable broadening in the last few days.
She arched herself, begging for his blissful penetration, and in the sharp thrust of two fingers into her yawning chasm she received as much of an answer to her prayer as the circumstances permitted. She tried her best to imagine that those two fingers were Bob's probing prick.
They stroked in and out, up and down, rubbing her tingling love tip, and she ground her hips upward as her other hand continued to pull at her tits and roll them, treating them almost cruelly in her abject need.
She was getting there, and she could almost feel Bob's hot breath striking her ear. She could almost hear his coarse breathing. She could almost feel his weight heaving against her, his flanks brushing against her soft inner thighs as he pumped.
"Oh, Bob!" she said aloud. "Yes! Keep doing it! Oh, lover! Harder! Faster! Screw me!"
Her hand moved very fast. Her snatch pounded up to it. Finally she came, and she shuddered in release, her entire body was washed in warm satisfaction.
But the satisfaction was shallow and short-lived.
It wasn't Bob who had screwed her. Shamefully, she had screwed herself, and while perhaps this wasn't really bad, it was a mockery of what she wanted and what Nature decreed that a passionate young woman should have.
But hadn't her homosexual experience with Laura been a mockery too?
And what about the afternoon revel with Rex and Harv at the motel?
Oh, God, she was so confused!
Why had Bob been taken away from her, even for only three weeks? If he hadn't gone, none of this would have happened.
But, being entirely frank with herself, she couldn't regret her experiences with Laura and the men. Even now. She had learned so much that was new and thrilling.
And there was the club to think about-the fun she and Bob would have when they joined it.
She still wanted to join, and she had allowed Laura to convince her that this wouldn't shake her marriage. But everything, of course, depended upon Bob's willingness to go along.
Oh, why did the world have to be so complicated? Why did things which were good and pleasurable have to be forbidden by society ... and by husbands?
Why hadn't Bob ever gone down on her, damn it?
Why had she been forced to learn the excitement of oral lovemaking with someone else?
She lay awake and stared into the darkness.
So it was morning in Germany, was it? He was getting ready to leave his hotel and to go about his work for the day, attending meetings or whatever he had to do.
Well, there was one thing she could be grateful for-he had been sleeping alone, or he never would have called her from bed.
The more she thought about this, however, the more she wondered whether it was a reason for gratitude or apprehension. If indeed he was being faithful to her throughout his stay in Germany, what would his attitude be when she tried to talk him into joining the swappers' club? .
Maybe they couldn't join after all.
But there were those awful pictures....
Oh, God!
She would call Laura in the morning and see if the other woman wouldn't reconsider. After all, she wouldn't want Nancy and Bob in the club if it was against their will. What fun would they contribute?
But Laura had learned how easily Nancy could be persuaded to change her mind.
What an easy mark she had been!
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.
It was a perfectly awful thing, really, to wish deep down inside that one's husband had been unfaithful. In one way she didn't. But in another way, it seemed like the only solution to her problem.
She loved Bob very much. She couldn't doubt that, after the way she had felt when they were talking a little while ago. But her love had been less exclusive. There seemed to be room in it for each of them to have experiences on the outside, as long at those experiences were just for the pleasure of the moment.
There was no reason why the attachment between a husband and wife had to be weakened by relations with other sexual partners. Flesh was one thing; the mind and spirit were something else. If this wasn't so, why would she still be in love with Bob after having had sex with others?
Also, she had enjoyed Laura's ministrations to her body without entertaining any thoughts of love toward the other woman.
Yes, love was love, and sex was sex.
She would have to make Bob understand that.
In the meantime, she would have another talk with Laura in the morning.
Teasing thoughts of Laura's sex club and the experiences she would have as a member flitted through her mind, and along with them were thoughts about Bob and her love for him, their future together. The two things would have to prove compatible. Her happiness depended on it.
Though she wanted to go back to sleep, she remained wakeful. The treatment she had given herself with her hands hadn't really satisfied her sex desire, and this began to gnaw at her once more.
Two men, one after another-that had been the most! Talk about satisfaction! Also, she recalled the way Harv, and later Laura, had used their mouths on her. She wondered if any lesser treatment by anyone, even Bob, would ever truly satisfy her again.