Chapter 7
Her experience in the construction shack shocked Cindy out of the dangerous course into which she had begun to drift.
She realized now how risky it was to pick up strange men. Anything might happen. She counted herself lucky that only her pride had been hurt at the hands of the truck driver and the ass. Next time, if she were foolish enough to go somewhere with a man she didn't know, she might not escape with her skin.
So pickups were out.
But what was she going to do to get the satisfaction she so desperately needed!
Ray was gone. Masturbation would never satisfy her again. And it appeared that Don would never satisfy her, either. They had sex on the night following her "date" with Carl, and she was unable to even approach a climax because Don was so speedy.
She thought of talking with him frankly about it but rejected that when she recalled how he had reacted the other night when she had tried mildly to get him to draw out the sex play. He obviously had no tolerance for any sex techniques which differed from his own narrow notions of how the act ought to be performed.
There was no point in seeking professional help, either, because that would require Don's cooperation.
It seemed that only another lover, or lovers, could cure the physical part of her problem. But who? She couldn't bring herself to contact any of the fellows she had dated before she became engaged to Don. The only other men she knew were Don's friends, also, and many of them were married.
It seemed like an impossible hang up.
One day when she was in a drug store to purchase some personal items, her eye happened to fall on the cover of a sensational magazine. It advertised an article titled, "Is Sex Wrecking Your Marriage?" written by a psychologist.
She bought the magazine and hurried home to read the story. It dealt, in a superficial way, with a number of marital problems, ranging from impotence and frigidity to nymphomania (which she suspected that she might be acquiring). There was a short section dealing with "inconsiderate husbands" and this struck home. It described Don's shortcomings to a T. The only trouble was, the writer seemed to offer no solution to any of the problems other than for the husband and wife to talk them out.
Cindy was convinced that talk wouldn't help. It was, if anything, apt to make matters worse. She didn't want to leave Don, but if they had a big row and he accused her of being unresponsive or childish (as he had before), she might just fly off the handle and tell him she was through.
Toward the end of the article, the psychologist made this observation:
"The practice of mate-swapping among married couples, which is becoming quite widespread, is credited with solving a number of problems of sexual incompatibility. Exchanging wives and husbands, for a night or a week end, gives all participants the opportunity to learn new techniques and responses."
Cindy was gripped with interest. She read the paragraph over again.
The article went on to say, "It should be pointed out, however, that mate-swapping is capable of causing as many problems as it solves."
Cindy hardly paid any attention to this warning. Her mind was already racing ahead, on the strength of what had gone before, imagining Don and herself swapping with some young married couple they knew.
Oh, but Don would never go for it! As rigid as his ideas were concerning sex, that was the last thing in the world he would consider. He wouldn't commit adultery. Not Don.
With a sigh, she put the magazine down. Swapping might offer the perfect solution, but it, like every other possible solution, seemed out of reach.
She continued to think about it, however, and that evening she was strongly tempted to take it up with Don. She was stayed only at the last minute by her fear of what might happen if he were to ridicule the idea and accuse her of lewdness or something of the sort. She wouldn't be able to take that without exploding.
She was glad that he didn't approach her for sex that night.
The next day was Saturday, and she went shopping alone first thing in the morning. She smiled and nodded to Lee Carter, whom she met in the garage at the rear of the apartment house. He was loading his golf clubs into the trunk of his car. He grinned back at her and wished her good morning.
He was a handsome man-and so smooth!
His wife, Tina, didn't have any trouble reaching a full fledged climax every time they screw ed, Cindy felt sure.
If only she could say the same!
If only she could screw with Lee, she thought, and blushed over the lewdness of it. But she wasn't really ashamed of herself. She had gotten over the stupid shame which used to be associated with sex in her mind.
Don was aware that Lee Carter was leaving at the same time Cindy was. He listened for the sound of the two cars backing out of the garage and heading up the alley.
If he hurried right over to Tina's apartment, he thought, they could have a couple or three hours together. The way Cindy had talked, she planned to he away for most of the morning, and a golf game took at least three hours, didn't it?
Don began to burn with excitement.
As soon as he heard his car and the Carters' drive away, he left his apartment and headed across the court. This was a little obvious, he realized, but he couldn't worry about that now, not as on-fire as he was!
He was a'out to touch the button beside the Carte-s' door, when a playful urge struck him: Why not just walk in and surprise Tina?
He tried the door and found it unlocked. Turning the knob all the way, he pushed the door open.
The living room was unoccupied. He thought of calling out, then decided to carry his little game a bit further. He would find Tina, wherever she was, and be virtually on top of her before she realized he was there. He thought of how pleased she would be.
He prowled into the short hallway of the apartment, listening for a sound that would betray Tina's presence. Just as he approached the closed bathroom door, a rushing of water started on the other side which told him Tina was in the shower.
He grinned.
Shortly after he and Cindy were married, he had screwed her in the shower once-stand-up style. It had been fun. It wasn't the sort of thing he cared to do often, but with a new woman it appealed to him.
Carefully he tried the knob of the bathroom door. It wasn't locked.
Don was about to open the door and enter when he decided he should remove his clothes first. That way, he could step right into the shower with Tina.
The thought almost made his cock stiff, and he quickly began to pull off his clothes. As he removed each garment, he dropped it onto the carpeted floor in the hallway. The removal of his briefs found his cock half-hard, hanging high.
He opened the door and stealthily entered the warm, steamy bathroom. Vapor billowed above and around the .green plastic shower curtain. He could see Tina's black hair, wound high on her head. The outline of her body showed through the shimmering, wet plastic.
Grinning, Don reached and stripped back the curtain.
Tina gasped. The soap dropped from her hand and clattered against the tub. She almost fell. Don grasped her, laughing.
"Oooh!" she cried "Ooh, God! You gave me a terrible fright!"
"Is there room in there for two?" he asked, still chuckling, and stepped over the rim of the partially sunken tub.
Tina didn't demonstrate quite the degree of pleasure he had imagined. While she hadn't precluded the idea of another visit, after their first and not-altogether satisfactory screw, she hadn't been looking forward to it. And for him to show up so suddenly, under these circumstances, annoyed her.
"Don ... for God's sake!" she said.
"What's the matter?" he grinned, getting under the spray with her. "Don't you need somebody to scrub your back?"
"I usually get along without it," she said testily.
"Maybe there's something else I can do for you," he suggested and sought to take her in his arms.
The water kept splashing down, getting into their eyes. Tina was getting her hair wet, which she didn't like. Now she stepped on the soap, slipping and almost falling.
"Ooooh, damn you!" she exclaimed.
But Don didn't believe she meant it, and he pulled her more firmly against him. It was erotically exciting to feel her soft, wet flesh sliding against his. Her nipples were up, and they pricked him. His prick came up aggressively and pressed her belly.
He caught her mouth for a sucking, tongue-stroking kiss. One hand grasped her around the wet, firm ass.
Tina decided not to fuss any more. His masculinity was beginning to get to her. Perhaps he would give her a good screwing this time, now that the nervousness of a first encounter was over.
She returned his kiss and slid her hand down between them to grip his thick, risen tock. She slid the foreskin back off its head and caressed that swollen, throbbing knob with her fingertips as the shower cascaded down.
His hand caught one of her tits and played with it. Its firm springiness delighted him, and the smooth flesh, when wet, slipped against his squeezing, caressing fingers.
He became very excited.
Tina's excitement was fast catching up with his as she fondled his thick, firm tool and he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her tingling nipple, snapping it this way and that.
Standing in the shower, as they were, Tina and Don weren't aware that a storm had suddenly blown up, sending rain in a driving torrent against the bathroom window. The rain had changed Lee Carter's plans. Giving up the idea of a golf game, he had turned his car around and was heading home.
Rainy days were good for only two things, as far as Lee was concerned-watching television or screwing. Perhaps there would be a good sports program on the tube. Otherwise, he would have a little sports show of his own, with Tina.
He pulled into the garage of the apartment house, cut the car's engine, and climbed out.
At about this time, Don had just braced himself and taken a good double-grip on Tina's firm buttocks.
"Now jump!" he said, boosting her at the same time.
Her long, slim legs came up around him and locked in back of his thighs. One arm gripped him around the neck while her opposite hand tilted his tallywhacker into the softened, moist orifice of the cunt. His rod slid into her all the way and she cooed:
"Ooooh, that's wonderful!"
He thought it was pretty great, too-especially with the water running warmly over them. He had his shoulders against the tiled wall and his feet were turned slightly outward, against the sides of the tub as well as its bottom. The stance was secure enough to permit him to hold her with relative ease. But he had little freedom of movement.
Tina went to work, contracting and relaxing her legs around his thighs, thereby agitating her warm pussy on the stalwart stalk of his manhood.
Neither of the lovers heard Lee enter the apartment. He heard the water running in the bathroom and smiled at the thought of grasping his lithe, lovely wife as she emerged, fresh from the shower. He would carry her to the bed, fling off his own clothes and screw hell out of her, then he might accompany her back into the bathroom, this time to shower with her and work his excitement up again.
Such an ambitious scheme required a bit of fortification in advance, so he moved into the kitchen and found a bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a quick drink, downed it, and proceeded toward the bathroom.
When he reached the hall, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the clothes which lay in a pile on the carpet. On top of the stack was a pair of jockey shorts.
Jockey shorts!
Goddamn it to hell! So she was up to it again!
He moved to the bathroom door, his pulse pounding, his face growing rosy with rage. He opened the door.
Though Don had neglected to pull the curtain at the side of the tub after climbing in with Tina, neither he nor she noticed immediately that the door had opened. Don's line of sight was blocked by Tina's head, and she was biting at his neck as she rotated and posted on his rod.
Lee recognized Don, even though his face was partially hidden. A neighbor-Lee marveled. Now she's gotten so brazen, she's doing it with a goddamn NEIGHBOR!
"Mitchell!" he yelled. "You lousy son of a bitch!"
Don let go of Tina's ass and she slid down his front, giving up her vaginal grasp of his pecker. She landed with a splat on the bottom of the wet tub, and the shower momentarily blinded her as she received the full flow of the spray.
Don gazed stupidly at the other man. To say that Don was at a disadvantage-nude and wet and with a hard-on-would he to understate the truth. And he was in a situation which was totally unique in his experience-caught by a husband he was cuckolding.
"Now look, Carter..." was all he could utter.
"Lee ... Lee...! " Tina cried, struggling without aid to gain her feet in the slippery tub.
She finally made it and wiped the water out of her eyes.
"Don't hurt him, Lee!" she entreated, sliding in front of Don.
Secretly she was exultant. She wanted Lee to tear into Don and, after Don was taken care of, to give her the spanking of her life. But her conscience required that she at least make a gesture toward calming him and protecting Don. As if she could!
"Get out of the way, you slut!" Lee exclaimed, moving toward the bathtub.
She thrilled at the vile epithet and at her husband's fiercely menacing manner.
"Now, Carter..." Don began again.
"Shut up, turd!" the other man commanded.
Turd! Oh, that was a choice one, Tina thought.
The man lunged, grasped her by the arm, and jerked her away from Don. "Turn off the goddamn water!" he ordered.
She was quick to comply, her heart pounding wildly.
By now, Don's cock had slumped. He was afraid for his life. Lee looked angry enough to commit murder.
Don realized he would have to put up a fight. Goddamn, why had he let himself get suckered into a spot like this!
Having turned off the shower, Tina backed against the wall and watched with wide eyes as her husband approached the man she had just been screwing.
Don thought wildly about what he might do to protect himself. His footing wasn't good enough to permit him to slug it out with Lee, and he was trapped in a corner, while Lee had room to move. Then he realized that the bar of soap, which Tina had been using before he had startled her, was lying in the tub, right in front of his foot. His toes were touching it. Perhaps...
There was no time to weigh the probabilities. Anyway, he was desperate enough to try anything.
He gave the soap a kick. It scooted up the side of the bathtub and kept going, striking Lee in the face just as he lunged forward. He lost his balance and reeled to the side. Don leaped from the tub and ran past him, out of the bathroom.
Tina squealed, "He's getting away!" and she didn't sound happy about it.
Don thought this was strange, but he didn't take time to ponder the matter. Nor did he take time to pick up his clothes. Saving his skin was more important.
He streaked toward the front of the apartment. By now, Lee was in pursuit, but Don had a sufficient jump on him to get away He tore open the front door and raced naked across the apartment court, through the driving rain.
"You bastard!" Lee yelled.
This cry caught the attention of a neighbor at the rear of the court, who happened to be standing near her front window. From there, she had a view of both the Carters' and the Mitchells' apartments. She looked out just in time to glimpse Don's naked tail disappearing into his apartment. Turning her head slightly, she saw Lee standing in the doorway of his apartment, glowering, while behind him, as naked as Don Mitchell, stood Tina.
Even to a person who wasn't scandal-oriented, the significance of the scene would have been clear enough. To nosy Ella Crawford, the neighbor who observed it, this was perfect grist for her gossip mill.
Lee slammed the door shut and turned to his naked wife.
"You two-timing, cock-crazy broad!" he cried and took an open-handed swing at her face.
His palm spatted against her cheek, and she squealed with mingled pain and delight. She permitted herself to crumple to the living room floor, and she rolled onto her belly, presenting her pert ass to him.
Lee dropped to his knees beside her and, with an exultant growl, began to pound her cute bottom-first with his right hand, then with his left, then with both hands alternately.
Tina cried and bobbed her ass up and down as she quivered with excitement from head to toe. Every swat of her husband's punishing hand was exquisitely pleasurable to her, though it hurt like fire and was turning her bottom red.
Finally Lee had to stop because his hands were getting sore. Anyway, he had worked the rage out of his system.
He hadn't been quite as angry about the whole thing as he had seemed, for there was within Lee a quirk which complimented Tina's secret desire to be caught and punished. A hidden part of him enjoyed catching and punishing her. Not only that, but the fact that her hot little cunt had been wrapped around another man's rod, energetically screwing it, gave him a strange, concealed satisfaction. Tina had furnished a linkage between the other man (in this case, Don) and Lee himself. Don's prick had been within the cunt which Lee had screwed many times and would screw again.
In fact, he wanted very strongly to screw Tina right now!
He rolled her onto her back, and she looked up at him with wide, dark eyes brimming with tears and lust. "Now what do you say?" he demanded. "I'm sorry!" she moaned. "Do you mean it?" "Oooh, yesss!"
"What do you want now?" he asked.
"To make up."
"How should we do that?"
Her answer was direct and demanding: "Screw me hard!"
Lee's cock was already stiff. He had only to open the top of his trousers and strip them down, then fish the stiffened pecker out of his jockey briefs.
He scrambled atop her.
"Oooh, bay-beee!" she cried as he lifted her black-tufted loins to receive the deep-reaching thrust of his rod.
It slid into her without a bit of resistance, and she moaned gratefully when she had six inches of it, throbbing inside her. But Lee had a little more than six inches to give, and right now he wanted to give it all.
He reached under her compact rump and grasped the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. He forced them up and together, so that he could sink his prick a bit more deeply and even more snugly in her cunt.
He screwed her powerfully as he rolled and squeezed her buttocks. She pushed her feet against the floor and helped him plunge deeply into her, again and again, as she pressed her hot cunt all the way to the base of his cock. She ground it as she thrust. Her head flopped from side to side on the carpet, her black hair fanning loose.
She sobbed, "Oooh, Jesus! Ooh, Christ! I love it, I love it! Screw me to death! Drive that stiff cock through me!"
"Is it ... better than ... Mitchell's?" Lee rasped as he screwed.
"God, yes! He's nothing! Screw me ... ooh, screw meeee!"
Lee did, with delight.
In his apartment, Don sat, still nude, and shivered over his narrow escape. He remained damp from his shower and from the rain which had followed it. Also, his aching balls made him acutely aware of the fact that his screwing of Tina had been interrupted before he reached climax.
He was in bad shape, anyway one chose to look at it.
He wondered if anyone had seen him running from the Carter's apartment and, if they had, whether they would tell Cindy. That possibility didn't ease his shivering.
He got up and moved cautiously to the edge of the window. He looked out. There was no sign of activity across the way. He had been afraid at first that Lee might follow him across the court and try to break down his door (which he had locked as soon as he had entered the apartment). But that hadn't happened, and now it looked as if it wasn't going to.
Tina was feeling her husband's wrath right now, no doubt.
Funny what she had said as Don was running out: "He's getting away!"-as if she were on Lee's side, instead of his. That must have been just for Lee's benefit, Don decided. But he doubted it did her any good, since Lee had seen them screwing.
God, what a spot that had been! He'd heard of such things happening, but he certainly had never thought he would find himself in such a position.
Well, he might as well dry off and get dressed.
What about the clothes he had left in the Carter's apartment? They were damaging evidence. If Lee chose to bring them over when Cindy was at home, that would fix things good!
No, Don decided on reflection. Lee wouldn't do that. Perhaps Tina would find a way to get the clothes back to him when neither her husband nor Cindy was at home.
Would he ever get a chance to take Tina again? Christ! Don't even think of that, his better judgment warned him. As it was, he had played with fire and gotten his fingers burned. Next time he might get his tail feathers burned off!
Feeling uneasy about everything, and with his balls still throbbing dully, he moved to the back of the apartment to towel himself and put on some clothes.
By the time Cindy arrived home from her shopping tour, Don had calmed his mind pretty well. But he remained on edge physically.
Cindy was surprised and not especially pleased when he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. Oh, if only he would take it slowly this time! she wished, realizing, even as she did so, that it was in vain.
He pushed her skirt and slip up as soon as he had placed her on the bed. She protested that he was mussing her clothes, but this didn't stop him. He was mildly vexed by the panty girdle she was wearing that day, but he managed to haul it down, dragging her stockings along.
He spread her lush legs, revealing the pink gash in her forest of golden curls. He dropped his pants and shorts and clambered atop her.
Good Lord! Cindy thought. At least, he could play with my breasts a little.
But he didn't even take her breasts out. All he wanted to do was to screw off the distressing tightness he had acquired in Tina's bathroom, and he proceeded immediately to do it, running his stiff rod into Cindy's half-moist channel. He began to stroke up and down, in and out of her, rapidly.
"Don ... that hurts!" she whined.
But he paid no attention. He didn't think it really hurt her. She was just not in the mood.
Well, it was too bad about her moods. He needed his nookey now!
He stroked faster and faster, working his cock like a piston in her quim. She didn't try to reach a climax with him, and this time she didn't even put on an act of moving. He was so fired up, he didn't need that.
She wondered idly what had gotten him so excited. Probably some hot witch on TV.
She didn't think about it any more because he was finishing already, jerking and jetting his hot fluid into her. There was more of it than usual, it seemed.
He sighed deeply and relaxed against her. "Did ... did you make it?" he asked huskily at her ear.
"Sure," she said in a tone that suggested she didn't care whether he believed it or not.
He believed it because he wanted to.
In the few seconds that she lay there unsatisfied, with his weight atop her, she thought of the handsome neighbor she had met in the garage that morning-Lee Carter. God, why couldn't it be Lee on top of her now? She would be satisfied with him, she felt certain.
What a nice, neat arrangement a swap between the Mitchells and the Carters would be, if there were only some way to bring it off! But how did she know Tina and Lee would go for it, even if Don would? And most-likely Don wouldn't.
Fool! she called herself. Don't waste your time thinking about such things.
But she was going to have to do something to get some sexual satisfaction. With every day and night that passed, the need became more urgent. And when Don took her unsuccessfully like this, she felt like screaming in frustration.
One of these times she would scream her rage at him, and everything would be out in the open at last. Once that happened, there was no telling what the result would be. Perhaps she would find herself living like a single girl again.
No. Not again. Not like it had been before Don. This time, her single life would include plenty of sex.
Still, she didn't look forward to the prospect. She liked being married, and she was genuinely in love with Don-in spite of everything.
But, God, something was going to have to give pretty soon!