Chapter 5
Ed Reynolds, wealthy and successful investment executive, stared at his young and beautiful wife through his thick, corrective lenses: his dark brown eyes, enlarged by his glasses, were dark and troubled. She was telling him something he didn't seem to understand, and for that matter, he didn't know why she was telling him and exactly what it is she was talking about. As usual, he suspected that there was probably a strong degree of falsity in what she related and that she had her own peculiar, secretive, devious reason behind it all.
The trip to Washington, D.C. had been a strain and he was exhausted. He had been traveling quite a bit and he felt the need of a rest. The tiredness showed in his face and body, as he sipped a drink, sprawled in his favorite chair in their living room, his graying eyebrows knitted together, attempting to comprehend what his wife Susan had just told him. He would have preferred to be listening to some light music on the stereo as he sipped his drink, unwinding from his trip and business pursuits, followed by a leisurely bedtime, his wife waiting for him, willing and anxious to relieve his animal desires ... but he knew that this would not come to pass, this evening. The pattern was too well set and familiar; he could not get through to this woman and break down the barrier which prevented him from possessing this lovely creature completely. He broke in and interrupted her sentence: "Do you actually mean that ... that young Martin, who works for me ... made a pass at you ... was annoying you?" he asked, irritated.
Susan leaned back and rested her elbow to expose her breasts provocatively. "Yes ... he was disgusting ... slobbering all over me in a half-drunken stupor!" she replied, signaling her displeasure with a frown.
"Well, he'll hear about this from me ... at the office. I'd better get him straightened out, fast!" Relieved that he had finally made a decision, Ed picked up his glass and emptied it quickly.
His wife stood up and walked over to him, threading her fingers through his thick, wavy, graying hair, soothing him, her voice demure and innocent, as she defended the flirtation of her husband's young, naive employee: "You really shouldn't be ... too hard on him, darling ... remember, he's young and I understand he and his wife are having their problems. Perhaps, the best thing would be for you to speak to him about .his drinking ... which might be causing some of his problems ... and you've said yourself that he's a very able man ..."
"Yes, he is doing a good job," her husband agreed. "I will speak to him about his drinking ... as long as you're sure he didn't get really messy with you..."
He was glad to modify his decision; he only wanted to hear no more about it and to drop the whole thing. The burning desire in his loins seemed much more important and immediate to him. The old pounding in his penis has begun again, generated by her nearness and he had to touch her. He stroked the hem of her dress and worked his hands down on her lower thighs, running them up under her mini-dress, feeling the swelling warm flesh of them under his searching palms. His lusting fingers moved to her invitingly rounded buttocks, exulting -as he always did-in the sexy muscularity, covered with graceful curves that seemed perfectly formed and accented her lithe, feline grace. His body ached with sexual need.
Smoothing down her skirt and picking up his glass, Susan slid away from him gracefully, making her way to the bar to refresh his drink.
"I would think that after such a tense business trip that you'd be much too tired ... for that ..," she said, flatly, her face averted from his as she shouted.
"I'd never be too tired to go to bed with you, darling," he quickly answered, his ardor beginning to flag. "Come on ... stay home with me tonight with me ... and let's go to bed ... I..." he continued.
She cut in with, "I can't this evening, Ed. You know we ... the drama club always meets at the same time. Besides, they're in the middle of auditions for the new show ... and you know how long those things usually last..."
Returning to her chair, she handed him his drink, and sat down opposite him, formally, her back erect and her hands in her lap this time.
Ed was used to this and didn't press her. It was typical for Susan to extend these polite excuses; it was standard procedure for her. He wondered when it was that his wife has begun to lose interest in him sexually. Maybe she had become involved with some- one else and taken a lover. But he wasn't sure . . . she was always so careful ... so circumspect. Never had tried to catch her in one of her lies ... or to try and discover if she really had a lover. He had made the decision months before that he had already lost her. One of these days she was certain to want to leave and he knew she would ask him for a divorce. Despite the hopelessness of the whole situation, he had not stopped loving or wanting her, regardless of how futile it was. He couldn't help himself and tried in vain to win her back with expensive gifts and constant displays of excessive affection. None of his attempts succeeded, however. Always, she remained unresponsive and cool. Only on some occasions would she allow him to release his frustrated desire by agreeing to sexual intercourse with him. Ed had no choice but to try and live with this situation.
The successful executive was still quite virile and his need for women was very strong. He sat on the chair, the memory of his wife's lips on him vivid in his mind, as they had been so many times before. Ed Reynolds was far from spent, he thought, bringing a half smile to his own lips.
She's such a fantastic woman! he thought. The trip to Washington really exhausted me ... but I still have enough energy for ... His thoughts turned to Helen, and his nights out of town on business. His last trip to Washington and their late hours had drained him ... or so he had thought.
Only the night before he had dragged Helen away from the boring reception and suggested that they start their own cocktail party at her place. Their bash was in full swing-beginning in the living room of her apartment-and quickly moving into the bedroom. Their intimate fete soon turned into a swinging trio and the party went into high gear. It was almost three o'clock in the morning when they heard the front door open.
Helen had told Ed not to worry. Her roommate, Ginger, would stay in the living room with her friend because it was Helen's turn to use the bedroom.
"We take turns and it always works out o.k.," she assured him.
"Well, I hope you know what you're talking about," he replied, nervous none the less. The bedroom door suddenly flew open and a beautifully shaped, short nymphet hovered in the doorway. Ed had turned his head and, startled, had slipped out of Helen's viscous cunt, shocked by the surprise visit of Helen's roommate. He tried to avert her eyes, which took in his nudity, and he feared that the party was over.
"What gives?" he exclaimed.
"Gee ... I'm sorry ... I didn't know you had company .. .Helen," Ginger offered, her experienced eyes taking in the entire scene.
Helen shifted slightly and looking up over Ed's shoulder replied "What the hell did you do with your man?"
"He must be queer ... turned and fled when I invited him up," Ginger replied. "The son of a bitch!"
Ed suddenly felt as if he was somewhere else. They seemed to be ignoring him and he was not part of their conversation. At the same time, however, he felt peculiar in the presence of two women, one of whom was pinned under him with his hard cock resting on her belly, while the other woman's eyes stared at his bare ass. He wanted Ginger to get out of there so he could get his hard cock back into Helen's eager pussy and continue fucking her. The longer Ginger remained in the room, the softer his penis became as it deflated and began to pull back into itself.
I wish she would get the hell out of here and leave us alone, he thought. She has a lot of nerve busting in here like that!
Helen had shifted once again and he could feel her hips rocking in slow, tantalizing movements under him, reminding him of the pleasant sensations that he was missing, but he was trapped. His penis was almost completely soft and there was nothing he could do under the circumstances.
"Get your roommate out of here ... fast ... or our little screwing party is all over," he whispered into Helen's ear, leaning down over her.
"It's not going to be easy to get rid of her, Ed," she returned. "Can't you tell 'that she's really been belting them tonight!" Turning to Ginger, she said, aloud, "Hey, Ginger ... Ed and I left one public party so we could have a nice, intimate one ... so could ... would you mind ..."
"Well ... I like intimate parties, too," Ginger cooed, stepping completely into the bedroom.
She dropped her coat on the floor and tossed her handbag on the dresser, walking very carefully, trying not to weave, but she tripped and sank down on the edge of the bed next to the naked couple.
"Doesn't your friend have a name?" she asked, her eyes wide and glazed.
"Ed," Helen answered, flatly.
"Pleased ta meet ya," Ginger mumbled, leaning over to examine his cock, still resting on Helen's belly. "Put it back where it belongs!" she ordered and added, "So I can watch some action for awhile!"
Ed felt his body tighten. He was completely taken aback! He gulped, trying to maintain his composure, as he felt his face flush, reddening with self-consciousness.
'There may not be any show to see," he stammered. "Seems like my tool doesn't want to perform anymore."
Helen pushed her body up to his in an effort to arouse his interest but Ed's cock remained passive.
"See what you've done, Ginger," Helen exclaimed. "You've ruined everything!"
"C'mon Ed, you can do better than that. Show little Ginger your nice hard on! C'mon ... maybe I can give you some help!"
Ed could hear Ginger kick her shoes off and in an instant she had shifted her weight and her hands were on his body. She ran her fingers up and down his buttocks, scraping lightly with her nails, pinching him lightly, then slowly, tantalizingly, exploring the crease of his ass, making her way over the rough, puckered anus. His cock jerked forward and he could feel blood begin to pound back into it, raising his temperature and hardening his penis, once more. It was strangely exciting. As if unable to control himself, he shifted and lifted himself to his knees allowing Ginger unobstructed, free access to his backside. He arched forward slightly, inserting his throbbing rod into Helen's warm cunt, beginning to stroke slowly in and out again. Helen's fluttery pussy, the interior muscles working overtime, reminded him of a milking machine he had once seen demonstrated at an agricultural fair. In the meantime, Ginger's fingers worked nimbly, lightly scraping and squeezing his balls, and occasionally reaching under to encircle his shaft with her thumb and finger, greatly increasing the friction, as his penis steadily worked up to its full size. With deft movements, she worked her finger alongside his prick and inserted it into Helen's cunt, blocking the moist cavern in which his cock nestled so that he felt as if his penis would remain trapped inside forever.
The resurrection of his manhood to full power was almost complete when his nerves were jolted with a tremendous surge of sexual energy, his rod throbbing with desire. The warm, moist and soft caress of Ginger's tongue as it slid across the puckered nether ring of his anus began to build him to a state of frenzy.
Jesus! I've never had anything like this before, he thought. This gal's sure been around ... as she really knows how to get a man to respond!"
He had thought that nothing could match that initial charge until she began to probe into his back channel with the tip of her tongue, moving it in and out to the rhythm of his plunging cock into Helen's pink, wet core. The hard shaft of his penis became even harder and longer, and he began to feel as though this erection was the most vigorous . . . most powerful and immense he had ever had! He had the feeling that he could go on and on, fucking like this, forever, as though he would never have to stop for rest.
Suddenly, Ginger stopped licking his anus. Jumping up from the bed, he saw out of the corner of .his eye that she was tearing off her clothes. He took in her every detail, gasping. She was a true redhead and had a spectacular body. Perfect, ripe-melon breasts jutted out proudly, their milky-white skin unbelievably smooth and clear, hanging down from her small,, pixie-like face, heavily made-up and accenting her large almond-shaped green eyes. Her hips were a little on the generous side, but tapered, curvaceously, to small knees and svelte calves, running down to trip shapely ankles and tiny feet with bright red nail-polish on the toenails.
Wow, am I glad that fag turned her down, he thought. No normal guy could ever turn her down. She's incredible ... and has so much to offer ... and I wanted to get rid of her ... she's sure changed my tune, fast!
As Ginger returned to the bed, Ed sensed that this was going to be a party he would long remember. The little redhead wanted to share in the fun and games and refused to be a passive observer!
"Hey folks," she began, "I don't want to be left out of all the fun and I've just got to join this party! Do you mind, Helen ... Ed?"
Ed was a bit surprised and delighted as Helen replied, "O.K. with me."
"Got any ideas?" she asked, concentrating on Ed.
"I've ... I've never really had two ... two women at the same time before," Ed stammered.
"Ed, darling ... you've never really lived ... until you have!" Ginger smiled. Then, to both, she quickly outlined what she had in mind for all of them.
Ed withdrew his throbbing cock reluctantly from Helen's moist femaleness and rolled from atop her. Ginger replaced him, but in reverse, her crotch over Helen's face, her tongue buried instantly in the cleft that his erect cock had just vacated. Then, following her instructions, he climbed on behind Ginger, his legs straddling Helen's head, he placed both hands on her marble-like buttocks and spread them, exposing the tight slit of her pussy, ringed with its fringe of light reddish down. The pink opening parted partially as he slipped a finger into its smooth wetness, then reached under to stroke the hardened shaft of her clitoris. She shifted, shivering, against him, rotating her hips in undulating circles, trying to locate the head of his penis, as she groaned into the depths of Helen's soft naked loins.
Ed could barely hear her muffled voice as she pleaded, "Oh, Christ,. Ed ... put it in! I don't want your finger ... I want to be fucked!"
Flexing forward, he forced his hips forward, guiding his enormous cock with his hand, finding the pink-slitted portal of her pussy and ramming it into the small tightness, wetly being clasped in her vaginal-vault.
Helen, in the meantime, had been mesmerized with the fiery sensations burned into her by Ginger's tongue as it danced in her loins, now on the hooded clitoris, then deeply into the soft hair-lined core, bringing her almost to the brink of orgasm. Her fingers reached up to his balls, squeezing and caressing them as she moaned incessantly, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow.
"OOOOOoooohhh! OOOooohhh Gooooddd! That's good ... keep it up ... keep it up .. . keep licking me! she screamed.
Ed moved easily in and out of Ginger, long-deep and slowly-building, coming out of her every three or four strokes to let Helen have the bulbous head of his cock to suck on thirstily.
Finally, he knew that the dammed-up semen burning acidly in his testicles was about ready to burst from him. He had to drive for ejaculation now! It was urgent!
He pulled his prick from Ginger and shoved her inside.
"I want Helen, now! Let me really give it to her, good!"
The tiny redhead slid off the bed and he reversed himself, plunging into Helen's wet cleft, shoving his rod into her without mercy. Helen draped her legs over his shoulders, dragging her squirming, pitching loins closer to him and slaving for the needful climax, as he began to churn into her vagina with wild abandon. The inner muscles of her cunt milked at him in a frenzy.
Leaning back, Ginger was seated on the edge of the dressing table bench, hips uptilted, her crotch exposed between widely splayed legs, and her hands were busy fucking herself with the largest dildo Ed had ever seen. In spite of his own urgent need, he watched in utter for a few moments, as she worked the rubber replica of a huge male penis in and out of her steamingly moist vagina. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, jaw slack and the muscles of her neck strained in the throes of massive sensations of sexual pleasure.
"Hey, Ginger! That's unfair competition!" he roared.
She focused her green eyes on him and flashing them, smiled. Returning to reality, she stated, "I didn't want to waste any time... big boy ..." and came over to the bed, pushing him back prone, pinning his shoulders to the mattress, his hard cock waving proudly in the air above him. She leaped astraddle, rotating her hips until she found the red-cowled head of his penis with the wide opened mouth of her pussy; she lined up with it and came down hard, absorbing the full length of his rod into her open, wet channel, her full weight behind it.
Driving to the hilt, she ground her crotch hard to his pelvis, flexing her legs, lifting herself up several inches, until only the bulbous head remained in her on the upstroke only to repeat the plunging intake with all the strength of her body; thus, with mounting urgency, speed and strength, she brought them both to the edge of that thundering chasm of exploding lightning, releasing its energy in them. Convulsively, she drove up and down on his cock, until, gasping for breath, spent, she sprawled on top of him, as waves of orgasmic release spread from her core outward, finally stilling her thrashing limbs.
Her scream of joy on completion was eerie, seeming to come from the depths of her being, her throat straining to confine it, but bursting forth from her in an undulating, almost feline wail.
"IIIiiiimmmMMMmmm CuuUUUuuMMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNnnnngggggggiAAAAAAAAa-aaaaAAAAAaaaaaaAAAgggggggGGGGGGGGhhh-hhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped.
For him, his ejaculation spewing, hosing through the length of his hardened manhood, jetting upward into the love-channel of the lovely redhead, his hips jerking up against her spasmodically, the while hot and thickly viscous semen gushing from him in seemingly never-ending spurts, it was an exaltation of his triumph. In his wildest dreams he had never known the possibilities of having two women at the same time. His manhood had ably served them both!
After a few moments he came back to life, his eyes stirring. Ginger was still on top of him and his cock was still imbedded deep in her still pulsating cunt; he could feel it beginning to deflate. Helen was cuddled up next to him, pressing her body against his flanks, one arm flung over Ginger's shoulders.
"I could use a drink ... after that," he volunteered.
Ginger raised her head up to look down at him, replying, "I'll drink to that! Name your poison ... scotch or bourbon?
"Bourbon," he specified. "And make it a double!"
Helen came to life and muttered, "Same for me ... on the rocks."
The redhead slid from him, his almost flaccid penis pulling from her with a squishing fluid sound. She grasped her hand between her legs and made for the bathroom. She returned in a few moments, walked into the living room to mix the three drinks. In the meantime, Helen had glued herself to Ed, in an effort to arouse him once more.
Ginger returned, serving the drinks, and said, "Hey ... I was just thinking ... we should really not let you go ... and keep you around for us!"
"That's a great idea," Helen exclaimed. "But don't you think we ought to share him with Sheila?"
"Hey ... hold it a minute! Don't I have any say in your plans for me?" Ed smiled. "What would I do ... anyway ... with ... three of you?"
"Oh ... I'm sure we can figure out... something," Helen laughed.
"Who's Gloria, anyway?" Ed asked.
"Oh ... she lives next door," Helen explained. "She's a very friendly neighbor, too!"
Susan would have been very, very surprised had she been able to read her husband's last thoughts. She had told him that she must hurry to her meeting and had left him sitting in a chair in their living room, a drink in his hand, left alone with his erotic memories. Brushing his lips with a trace of a kiss, she hurried out of the apartment, oblivious of the hard erection in his trousers, and quickly started her Cadillac and started driving rapidly across town to the arms of Hank Rollins.
Julie Rollins had driven into the country to visit her mother and Hank had called Susan earlier that day to tell her that he would be waiting ... and eager.
They chatted easily, sitting together on a velvet sofa, leisurely leading up to their lovemaking.
"Don't be a fool ... I know damn well what she does when she's supposedly off on one of her visits to her mother," Hank said.
"What do you mean?" Susan asked, puzzled.
"She always seems to drop a few hundred bucks somewhere en route whenever she goes off on one of these visits ... .and she apparently really thinks she's getting her money's worth!" he replied.
Susan began to understand what Hank was talking about.
"Orgies ... that's what!" he stated, flatly. "She's into swinging ... group sex! Just one big fucking party ... where everybody does it to everybody else with no holds barred!"
"Are you a little ... jealous, darling?" she queried. "Would you like to swing, too?"
"Not particularly," he replied, after a moment's pause. "I like sex with one woman at a time."
"Well ... you've got one here ... so what's your pleasure?" she asked him, teasingly.
Hank moved forward and took her in his arms. His face tightened and had a worried, almost painful expression, as he sought for the right words.
"Susan, darling ... have your feelings about me ... changed at all ... after your little romp in bed with young Frank Martin?" he stammered.
"Oh, Hank ... Hank ... you should know better than that! It's all part of the plan. We worked it out together ... it's only part of what we said we'd do ..." she soothed, desperately trying to get him to believe her.
"But, he did satisfy you ... and you enjoyed it?" he urged.
"I can't very well deny that ... it was ... pleasurable ... pure sex .... but that's it and there's nothing more to it!" she revealed. "But... I'm only a normal woman, Hank ... it's unimportant. How could I get him to agree if I played hard to get? I had to really make him want me and show him the prize!"
"Yeah ... I guess you're right," Hank agreed. "I'll forget about it then ... if you do the same!"
"That's a deal," she smiled.
The incident was to be forgotten.
Hank decided that he would tell her the good news now and not hold back his little surprise any longer.
"I guess I'd better tell you ... that company Ed's been negotiating for ... I was able to get major stock options on it without his knowing it ... so I guess that about gives me controlling interest in all the companies that Ed's dependent on! He's at our mercy from now on!" "That's marvelous, Hank! That's marvelous! Every thing is working out exactly as we planned it. It's too good to be true," she gushed.
She remembered another detail and added, "Oh ... by the way ... you are going to get Julie to come to the dinner dance at the club, aren't you?"
"Don't you worry ... she'll be there ... if I have to carry her there over my shoulder!" he laughed.
He leaned his face on hers and captured her lips with his and tantalizingly caressed the inside of her lips with his tongue, while his hands wandered lazily, familiarly, over her body, fondling her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, down across her flat stomach to the juncture of her thighs, then, lifting her skirt to run up to the crotch of her panties, where he inserted a finger to press on the button hidden there between the fleshy folds of her cunt. Instantly, she came alive, sexually aroused!
"Let's git into bed! That feels too good ... and I want more!" she ordered.
Hank rose slowly from the sofa, pulling her from it with him and led her down the hallway toward the bedroom.
"I picked up a new gadget today that I'd like to try out," he began. "Are you game for a new toy?"
"Anytime, darling! What is it anyway?"
"The most fantastic ... biggest dildo you've ever seen ... complete with an electrical vibrator ..." he said slyly, watching for her reaction.
"Well ... I'll have to take a look at it... first!" she half-smiled. "There are some limits to everything, you know." she teased, her eyes, shining,
alive, burning with desire into his....