Chapter 6
The nightclub looked completely full, but a beautiful hostess hurried up to Harry and June and led them to a table very near the stage.
"I knew it would be a squeeze ... it's a good thing I booked," the salesman told his date as they sat down.
"I guess this place is really popular," June said as she looked around at the swelling crowd.
"Well, not usually, although I come here quite a bit when I'm in town. But tonight is the premiere of a brand new act ... I've heard a lot about it and it ought to be fun!"
June didn't know whether to be glad or sorry that she had allowed Cameron to persuade her to accompany him. She had never been in a place like this except once or twice, and although it was called a nightclub, June knew it was more a strip club than anything else. But at the last minute, she decided it might be fun ... or at least an eye-opener for her. She and Harry seldom went out ... she was afraid of being seen by someone she knew.
Besides, they didn't have time. Usually, she went to the motel where he was staying. That made things much easier, because that way, the neighbors wouldn't notice Cameron's constant presence at the Ryders' house. Besides, Don might come home suddenly and catch them. That was her continual fear during the two weeks of her affair with Harry.
"I guess we'll have champagne tonight," Cameron suggested as the hostess came round for their order, and they both laughed at the memory it evoked. I can laugh at it now, she thought, but it wasn't always like that....
She still wasn't sure whether she wanted to have this affair with the salesman. After that first time, when she had responded so completely to Harry's love-making, she had just drifted into seeing him every day. At first, he'd come to her house, but after a few days, they'd switched to the motel for safety. She was sure beyond doubt, however, that if things were right between herself and Don, she'd never have involved herself with Cameron. But things just seemed to get worse and worse, and the dreaded word "divorce" began to creep into her thoughts. But I love my husband, she told herself over and over again. But she couldn't suppress the nagging thought that maybe he didn't love her. She hardly saw him any more, for heaven's sake! He was working all the time, and when she'd tentatively asked him about the overtime money, he said that he'd get it all in a lump sum when the project was over!
"Well, how do you like this place, baby?" Harry asked her. He was glad that she agreed to come here tonight and he was looking forward to her reaction to the main act in the show. "I bet you're glad you came now!"
"I don't know," June laughed, "I'll answer that later, when I've seen the show!"
"Anyway, you look swell tonight," Harry complimented, squeezing her hand.
In many ways, June thought, she'd be sorry when the end of the week came and Harry had to go back to Chicago. She'd certainly miss him, but on the whole she was glad that a natural ending would come to the affair. Of course, Harry could easily be back in Detroit-and frequently. She didn't know what she'd do then. Don was bound to finish his project soon, and would be home more often. One thing was for sure. She didn't want her husband to find out about her illicit relationship with Harry.
There was no telling how he'd take it, and besides, she was ashamed of the fact that she was unfaithful to her husband. But she decided firmly to put all that out of her mind. Tonight she'd enjoy her evening out with her lover and worry about everything else some other time.
"Here's the announcer now," Harry whispered, "the main act will be on first to give the stars a chance to go home early!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the tuxedoed man on the stage began, "tonight we bring you a very special show. Something that has never been seen before here or anywhere else in this great city of ours. You all know and love Wanda, and most of you know Blaze. Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I give you Wanda and Blaze!"
A burst of clapping greeted the appearance on stage of two dazzlingly voluptuous girls, a blonde and a redhead.
June stared with undisguised interest at the two glamorous performers. She had never seen "stars" like these close-up before and she was taking in every detail of their appearance. While the redhead was the more striking on account of her hair, June thought the blonde was by far the most attractive, and the more magnetic of the two.
"God, aren't they fabulous, doll? This is going to be fantastic!"
Harry was obviously very excited, and kept his eyes glued to the two sequin-clad beauties.
June knew that if she hadn't agreed to come, her lover would have come to the show anyway and then seen her later.
"What kind of act are they going to do?"
Harry chuckled when he heard her question.
"Just wait and see, baby ... you're in for a surprise!"
The music started just then and June watched as simultaneously the blonde and the redhead began to unclasp their long cloaks. The garments shimmered with thousands of spangles and glimmered with a multitude of colors as they moved under the bright light.
A gasp of admiration went up from the audience as the two girls stood there in tiny matching bikinis and began to walk jauntily around the stage.
"Hey, Wanda, let's see some action!" someone from the crowd shouted.
"C'mon, Blaze, do your stuff!" another raucous voice sounded, but June was surprised to see that neither of the stunning performers seemed to mind. They completely dominated the big club, as they walked seductively around the fairly small stage, which they shared with a long low couch.
Then with fluid, graceful movements, the two girls sat down side by side on the couch, and began to kiss passionately!
June couldn't suppress a gasp when she saw what was happening. She hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. She stole a surreptitious glance around to see how the other members of the audience were taking it. All the males, to a man, Harry included, had their eyes glued firmly on the stage, but she noticed that the other women were acting the same way she was ... casting covert glances around, and some were acting downright embarrassed.
"Go to it, girls!" someone shouted and a ripple of laughter rang out. June wondered what they were going to do next. Their arms were wrapped around each other and their full red lips were glued tightly together. The astonished brunette could see their mouths working hungrily as they gave themselves over completely to their illicit kiss. June knew immediately that they weren't faking it, either. That was obvious!
At last they unclinched, but their eyes still held each other lovingly. June stirred uncomfortably, an uneasy feeling coming over her. Then Wanda, without a word, reached over and unhooked Blaze's brassiere, pulling away the tiny star-studded halter, and revealing the redhead's full, hugely set breasts!
June felt herself blushing, but this time didn't dare look left or right. Instead, she kept her eyes glued firmly on the stage. She stared in ambivalent fascination at the redhead's naked breasts, and she could see that the nipples were cherry pink and standing up quite clearly and rigidly.
Moments later, Blaze reached across and unclasped Wanda's brassiere, and June saw the blonde's voluptuously upswept breasts, the nipples also hard and pointed.
The audience was clearly excited now and waiting for the next move. It came from Wanda. Kneeling down on the ground, she reached up and began to unhook the redhead's bikini panties!
June stared in mounting disbelief as she saw the tiny garment fall away. Surely she has something on underneath? Seconds later, she knew the girl hadn't because she could see a soft tangle of russet vaginal curls! Blaze was completely naked now!
Several catcalls rang through the room as the redhead sat there, almost indolently.
"Christ, she's a real doll, isn't she?" Harry whispered, and his mistress was aware of a small flicker of jealousy. But she quickly suppressed it, assuring herself that it was only natural that her lover admire such women as those glamorous entertainers. After all, they certainly were lovely....
It came as no surprise to June to see the redhead reach down and similarly strip off the blonde's tiny panties. But what did astonish her was to see the beautiful duo walk casually around the stage once more-this time, both of them completely naked.
The men in the audience were on the edge of their seats by now, craning forward in lustful excitement. Harry was no exception, either, and kept gulping down champagne without taking his eyes off the glamorous pair. Even without clothes, the blonde was by far the most stunning, June thought enviously. She was really statuesque and her skin was pearly and translucent. And that fabulous hair....
The music stopped suddenly and there was perfect silence as the two girls moved back toward the sofa. Blaze sat down on it gracefully and then lay flat on it, spreading her legs slightly as she did so. Wanda, after a short pause, followed suit, only she lay down facing the other way, so that her head was close to Blaze's legs and her own legs nearly touching the other girl's flame-red hair.
The silence was almost unbearable as the moments ticked by, and then, to a deafening crescendo of music, both girls moved at once. Wanda moved her face closer to the chestnut thatch of Blaze's vagina, while the redhead inched closer to the platinum curls of Wanda's pubic "vee."
A gasp of excitement mingled with disbelief rose from the crowd and June found herself as surprised as everyone else. She could hardly believe what she was watching ... she mistrusted the evidence of her own eyes!
It didn't seem possible, but the fact had to be faced. Wanda had reached out with her pink tongue and was jabbing at the moistly glistening furrow of Blaze's widespread pussy. From what she could see, June knew that Blaze was doing the same, but from her vantage point, she had the better view of Wanda's blonde head and the redhead's russet vagina.
"Well, sweetheart, what did I tell you? Bet you never expected this?" Harry sounded triumphant, but June knew he wasn't waiting for a reply. He would hear it anyway because he was too engrossed in the lascivious, all-female sixty-nine going on a few feet from his eyes. Just as she was. Yes, much as she hated to admit it, the salacious sight held a perverse fascination for her. She had only read veiled items and heard sniggering comments about female love before and, in fact, had never given much thought to it.
Now, she was confronted with a lewd spectacle of it, and she wasn't sure what her reaction was. She could see the voluptuous blonde's tongue as it thrust in and out of the other girl's nakedly quivering pussy slit, and she caught a glimpse now and then of the ragged edges of Blaze's clasping cunt as it clung to the slippery surface of the tongue dabbing into it. Wanda's face wore a look of blissful enjoyment and the redhead's pelvis flexed rhythmically in time to the obscene tongue-fucking. June could also see Wanda's fleshly rounded buttocks-at least part of them-and noticed that they were flexing and unflexing in obvious excitement as Blaze lapped at her welcoming vagina.
Then, an amazing thing happened!
The entire stage began to revolve. Very slowly, so that in a few moments, June had a full unobstructed view of Blaze's lovely face sunk between Wanda's creamy thighs. She could just barely catch a glimpse of darting pink tongue and wet flaccid pussy-flesh before the obscene vision was whisked away from her astonished eyes.
"Well, baby, did you ever see anything like it in all your life?"
June had to admit she hadn't. Or hadn't even dreamt of such a thing. She was aware of the growing excitement of the crowd, egged on by the sensual beat of the music. Muffled moans and gasps of pleasure sounded from the two juxtaposed girls, and June could see their bodies clamping together more tightly than before. They both seemed to be quivering and rippling with the same shudders of arousal as tongue dipped into cunt and lips pulled at soft wet vaginal flesh.
"Hey, girls, how about giving us guys a chance?"
There was a general guffaw at this remark, and June was sure that some of the men present, and probably Harry too, would leap at the chance to have one, or both of the gorgeous lesbians.
"How would you like to be up there, having your cunt licked by a lovely broad?"
Her lover's question rang luridly in her ear, and June tried to stammer out a reply, but she didn't know what to say. Obviously, she should assure him that she had no interest at all in the obscene act, that she thought it was disgusting. But did she, really? She couldn't deny that there was a strange tingling in her own pussy and that she was moving her pelvis almost imperceptibly in time to the frantic licking of Wanda's tongue as she could still see it. How would she like it? Would she enjoy another woman's tongue running wildly along her soft tender pussy? She enjoyed it when Harry did it. Would it be the same with another female? Or maybe better?
Oh goodness, what's come over me? she thought, smiling to herself. You certainly have changed.
Because the truth was, that what she had thought would be her opinion, was in fact far from the truth. She didn't think the Sapphic act so very perverted. Sure it was strange on a revolving stage in front of dozens of people, but the blonde and the redhead were performers they had to expect an audience. Maybe they even liked the voyeuristic aspect of the whole thing, because they definitely were enjoying it that was undeniable. The movements of their lewdly fused bodies quickened with each passing second and the wet sucking sounds of their forbidden love-making sounded loudly through the club. The atmosphere of the room itself was throbbing with passion and June was suddenly sure that all the men and most of the women in the audience were, like herself, experiencing a kind of vicarious pleasure from watching the female sixty-nine on the stage.
As if in answer to her unspoken thoughts, June heard an urgent whisper behind her, from the man at the next table.
"Jeez, have I ever got a hard-on!"
She could tell that Harry, too was aroused by the lewd sight. How could anyone not be? she wondered suddenly. The two girls were completely abandoned by now, writhing and twisting around together on the narrow sofa, blonde head clamped at red pussy, and russet head pressed hotly to blonde cunt.
"When you've finished up there, Wanda, come on down to me!" an eager male voice shouted and June was sure it echoed the sentiments of a lot of the men. The tension which emanated from the two girls and which was transmitted to the entire audience was nearly unbearable and inevitably it couldn't last much longer.
"Christ, they're nearly ready to cum!" someone whispered loudly and June saw that the forecast was right. Together, the two voluptuous bodies stiffened and the mesmerized brunette could see the cords standing out tensely on Wanda's sculpted thighs. The revolutions stopped at that moment, and June could see once again Wanda's platinum head half-hidden by Blaze's shapely buttocks. The soft fleshed mounds were clenching, and unclenching rapidly, and pushing tensely against Wanda's frenziedly sucking face. Both girls were climaxing at once, and their sighs of ecstasy j were partially smothered in the steamy depths of their heated cunts. June could see the dark crevice of Blaze's buttocks as she ground her squirming pussy up against the blonde's wildly licking tongue, and she caught an enticing glimpse of the redhead's puckered little anus as it quivered from the force of her feverish pelvic I thrusts.
June suddenly wished she could see either Wanda's or Blaze's face clearly, to see the orgasmic juices flowing around the greedily sucking mouths, to see the wet tingling folds of cuntal flesh as they squirmed about in orgasm. But she couldn't, so she could only imagine it. A thrill of pleasurable excitement scurried through her as she watched the two lovely performers writhing in the last throes of their mutual climax, and an unanimous moan of disappointment rose from the crowd when the lights began to dim on the still twitching couple entwined on the couch.
A stampede of applause sounded as the house lights were switched on, after giving the two star entertainers a chance to escape off stage.
"Gosh, honey, wasn't it unbelievable? It was even better than I thought," Harry said excitedly, as he looked around for the hostess to get another drink.
June had to agree with her lover that it was. And everybody else seemed to think so, too. Everywhere, men and women, but mostly men, were gathered in clusters, talking over the novelty of the act. Of course, there were people there on their own too and June's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared over in the direction of the other side of the stage. Harry, in spite of his excitement, noticed the look of horror on her face immediately.
"What is it, June? What's happened?"
For a moment, June couldn't answer him, for the simple reason that she didn't believe her own eyes.
"It's ... it's ... Don ... my husband over there!"
Harry followed the direction of her panic-stricken eyes and saw a guy a little older than himself, finishing off the last of what looked to be a highball. There was an aroused, excited look on his face, just like every one had, and Harry saw, with a little bit of jealousy, that Ryder had just about the best table in the room.
"I thought he was stuck on overtime," Cameron said, still staring at his mistress's husband.
"S-so did I," June whispered, her eyes never leaving her husband. Oh God, what if he sees me? I've got to get out of here quick before he spots me!
Cameron sensed her urgency. "Hey, wait a minute! If he's supposed to be working, and he's here, then there's something fishy going on!"
Mrs. Ryder was struck by this. What was Don doing at this show? How come he was here at all, when he was supposed to be at work?
"Maybe he just slipped out from work to catch this special act," June suggested, but Harry only laughed.
"A casual customer doesn't get the best table in the house!"
"Look, he's leaving!"
June watched as Don got up abruptly and slid out the exit.
"Well, he seems to know the place well enough," Harry said insinuatingly.
"Let's ... let's just follow him for a second to see where he goes!"
"Now just a minute! I don't want our evening spoiled by him, even if he is your husband!"
"But, darling, if he's on his way home now, I ought to be getting back too," June said persuasively, not explaining just how she would determine where her husband was going.
Reluctantly, Harry accompanied her as she hurried out the same exit that Don had used. There was no sign of him anywhere and June was just beginning to think she'd missed him, when Harry suddenly whispered, "Look, there he is!"
He was hurrying down the block but he wasn't alone.
A glamorous blonde hung possessively on his arm.
"Christ, that looks like-" Harry began excitedly, but June finished for him. "Wanda!"
The word was a strangled sob as rage and fury mingled with jealousy ripped through her. "The son of a bitch!"
Tears stung the young wife's eyes and she turned pleadingly to her lover. "I want to follow him! Please, Harry, let's hurry and see where they're going!"