BCF-122  The Horny Babysitter
(Richard Day)


INTRODUCTION 

Some authorities on the subject, medical doctors, psychiatrists, and 
psychologists-as well as other experts in the field of sexology-have put 
forth the theory that all human beings, male and female, are capable of 
going through three stages on the way to what society in general looks upon 
as "normal" sexual behavior. 

The three stages, or steps, are: Self-love, love of the same sex, and then, 
hopefully, love of the opposite sex. The vast majority of the people, again 
both male and female, seem to be fortunate enough to skip past the second 
stage. The word "fortunate" is used advisedly here, because of the scorn 
still shown "gay" people in some quarters, despite all the words that have 
been said and written about the modern, enlightened outlook in this country 
and the rest of the world today. 

It seems that most laymen would agree with the theory where the first and 
third stages of sexual development are concerned without any hesitation. All 
so-called "normal" people will admit that they enjoy man-woman sexual 
intercourse, whether they really do or not, as in this society to be one of 
the "herd" seems to be the goal. Some will even admit that they engage in 
the more intimate oral and anal sexual activities possible between 
uninhibited men and women, married or otherwise. 

Most people will also admit to having masturbated (self-love the first 
stage) at some time in their lives. Common sense seems to indicate that any 
person without a serious mental or physical handicap would engage in this 
form of sexual relief. Indeed, many men and women practice what is 
unfortunately often referred to as self-abuse right along with intercourse 
or variations thereof. 

The second stage, love or lust for the same sex, is generally frowned upon 
and yet there are millions of these so-called "abnormal" people. (Isn't what 
any person does normal for that person?) 

In any case, "gay" people, both 'male and female, still have a tough row to 
hoe in this country, despite the gay liberation movement. One should be able 
to sympathize with them without condoning or condemning. 

But most lesbians and male homosexuals do learn to adjust to their desires, 
their necessary way of life, and have no wish to go on to the third stage. 

Just as some people never get past the first stage, and many more get hung 
up on the second stage, many have to learn to cope with bisexuality-a sexual 
interest in, and a desire for, members of both sexes. It would seem that 
this stage-or, rather, a combination of stages two and three-would be the 
most frustrating. Pushed and pulled both ways, it's doubtful that this type 
of person could truly be happy, even though some contend that they have the 
best of both the so-called "normal" and the "twilight" worlds. 

Sometimes a person will revert completely back to stage two after enjoying 
stage three for years. This story is about just that. A man finds that his 
beautiful wife has switched to lesbianism and must finally face and meet 
head-on the problems that this has caused. He does have the loving help of a 
lovely young babysitter, who is very sexy and also very wise beyond her 
tender years. 

-The Publisher 


 CHAPTER ONE 

Joe Masterson held a newspaper on his lap, but he was only pretending to 
read. He was spending most of his time glancing at his wristwatch, and 
trying not to glance at the lovely young girl sitting across the room. He 
was also trying desperately to keep thoughts of sex out of his mind. Without 
success, he thought grimly, feeling his cock lifting into an erection. 

Glad that the paper was hiding the evidence of his arousal, Joe met the 
bright blue eyes as the blonde girl looked up. Her full red lips parted 
slightly in a smile and he averted his eyes. She sure as hell knew what he 
was thinking, he thought, his throbbing prick making a series of little 
jerking motions against his restraining clothes. 

He didn't want the babysitter, Patsy Guilliver, to know that her ripe young 
body was causing him near-torture. Why the hell didn't his wife, Helen, get 
her butt downstairs? Fucking around upstairs, leaving him alone with the 
gorgeous young girl, and just how long had it been since his wife had given 
what any husband had a right to expect? 

Joe saw that Patsy had dropped her eyes back to the magazine that she was 
holding on her lap. He wondered if she was really reading. Maybe she was 
having thoughts similar to his. Maybe she was thinking about having his 
stiff cock buried balls deep in her young snatch Damn, but he must be going 
nuts! She was turning the pages, probably looking at pictures. She sure as 
hell made a pretty picture! Her long bare legs crossed, her tight black 
skirt hiked far above her rounded knees, her sweater-covered young titties 
riding high and poking proudly. 

Gazing at the exposed golden flesh of her lower thighs, Joe couldn't keep 
from day-dreaming, building a wildly exciting erotic fantasy in his feverish 
mind. He mentally stripped the tight-fitting garments from the young female 
body and let his imagination run free. The flesh was firm, the lovely golden 
color all over, and it smelled and tasted as good as it looked. 

In his mind, the young, delightfully stacked naked girl willingly stretched 
out on the couch on her back. He quickly shucked out of his own clothes and 
joined her, straddling the beautiful nakedness on his hands and knees. He 
stared at her moistly parted lips, tasted the sweetness, jabbed his tongue 
into her hot, wet oral cavity. Her tongue was right there to meet his, 
lashing frantically, and he cupped a taut-tipped mound of firm, sleek flesh 
with each hand. 

Breaking the passionate tongue-probing kiss, he moved down and clamped his 
lips around a hard, distended nipple. Sucking greedily, darting his tongue 
to and around the erect nub, he remained suspended above the slowly 
squirming girl and thrilled to the gasps of pleasure coming from the parted 
lips above. 

Eager to taste the lips below, he quickly moved his mouth and tongue over to 
the magnificent mound. He tongued and sucked that hard-tipped breast for a 
few seconds, then trailed his darting tongue and parted lips down across the 
smooth and slightly rounded stomach. 

He took time to jab his tongue into the dainty belly-button, then zigzagged 
on down to the exciting triangle. The blonde pubic hairs were short and 
curly. Having walked backward on his knees, he got between the girl's 
eagerly parted legs. His face inches from the hair-lined cuntal lips, he 
breathed deeply, thrilling to the delightful fragrance emanating from the 
young pussy. 

Slowly lowering his head, savoring each exciting moment, he used his fingers 
to gently part the curly hairs. They were soft to the touch, as were the 
outer vaginal lips, and he saw the clitoris, already unhooded and thrusting 
stiffly "How late do you expect to be out tonight, Mister Masterson?" 

Again Joe found himself staring into Patsy's bright blue eyes. The softly 
spoken words had snapped him back to reality. He managed a smile, hoping 
that his demanding desire, his aching need, wasn't registering in his eyes 
or on his face. 

"We won't be all that late," he said, pleased that the words had come out 
strong and clear. 

"I was just curious," Patsy said. "You don't have to be in a hurry, I mean, 
as I really enjoy staying with your baby." 

Vividly conscious of his cock straining and throbbing against his clothes, 
Joe knew what he had to do. Hoping that his wife would stall around a few 
more minutes, also hoping that he could get out of the room without Patsy 
seeing the big bulge in his pants, he stood up, holding the newspaper in 
front of his lower body. 

"If my wife comes down, tell her it's her turn to wait," he said, forcing a 
smile. "Something I ate seems to have disagreed with me." 

Before the babysitter had a chance to say anything, Joe turned and hurried 
across the room, tossing the newspaper on a chair just before passing 
through the doorway leading to the hall. He had his pants unzipped and his 
poking prick freed before he got to the bathroom. 

Locking the door behind him and snapping on the light, he kept a firm grip 
on his throbbing erection with one hand, not ashamed because he was going to 
indulge in what some considered to be strictly a boyish habit. He much 
preferred intercourse or fellatio to masturbation, but he had no qualms 
about giving himself a hand-job even when it wasn't necessary to keep from 
having aching balls. 

The day-dreaming, the mental erotic exercise that had been interrupted 
before even the enjoyable act of cunnilingus, had him primed and ready. 
Standing in front of the wash basin in a slight crouch, he gave his hard, 
swollen flesh about thirty fast strokes with his clenched fist in about that 
many seconds. 

He didn't think about anything in particular, not even the young 
sexy-looking reason for the unexpected masturbation session. He didn't have 
time. He just enjoyed to the utmost the breathtaking sensation, suppressing 
a groan of pleasure as his pulsing cock exploded and the sperm spurted and 
splattered in the wash basin. 

Recovering quickly, Joe milked out the last few drops of semen, washed the 
basin and his hands, and by the time that he'd used a handy towel his organ 
was soft and limber. Tucking the deflated member away, he zipped his pants 
and hurried back to the living room. 

"Feeling better?" Patsy asked, a look of concern on her pretty face. 

"Yes, thanks, but a drink might make me feel even better." 

Checking the impulse to offer Patsy a drink, Joe walked over to the portable 
bar and poured a shot of Bourbon. He decided that he'd better just have one 
drink. He and Helen were going to visit his boss and wife and he didn't want 
to be thought of being a lush. 

Joe downed the shot and turned from the bar. Maybe he wasn't a drunk, but he 
seemed to be turning into an evil old lecher. He almost laughed. 

At thirty-two he wasn't old, and in a way he'd just proved that fact, but he 
did feel lecherous and he still felt damned lustful after beating off a 
batch "I guess most wives keep their husbands waiting." 

The blue eyes were raised to his, and he knew that Patsy had caught him 
looking at the several inches of exposed firm-looking, exciting thigh flesh 
again. He was suddenly angry at himself, at the lovely young girl, and at 
his equally lovely wife upstairs taking her own sweet time dressing. 

"I imagine you're in a position to know such things," he said, walking over 
and sitting in the big easy chair that he'd used before. "Because of being a 
babysitter, I mean." 

"You might be surprised at the things I find out in some of the homes," 
Patsy said, smiling. 

She was sitting at the end of a couch, under a floor lamp, and the light 
made her blonde hair glisten. He wondered if she'd guessed his lustful 
thoughts. She was only eighteen, but she was probably wise to everything of 
a sexual nature. She undoubtedly frigged herself when in the mood, and it 
would certainly be something of a miracle if she'd never been fucked. 

Realizing that a couple of minutes had passed, Joe grinned and said, "I've 
lived too long for many things to surprise me, Patsy." 

"I could tell a lot of interesting stories," Patsy said, placing the 
magazine beside her on the couch. "I feel kind of honor-bound not to discuss 
what goes on in the homes, though." 

"I'm not trying to pry," Joe said, watching as Patsy uncrossed her long 
legs. He got a glimpse of her panty-covered crotch and had to fight back the 
urge to stand up, rush forward, and drop to his knees in front of her. He 
wondered if the girl was deliberately teasing him. If she was, she should 
have her lovely ass paddled! 

"I've been babysitting since I was twelve, Mr. Masterson. I've made very 
good money, too. You'd be surprised. Now that I'm eighteen, my mother thinks 
I should find something else to do. I put myself through high school and I'm 
not interested in going to college, so I guess I'll just keep on sitting for 
the time being. Did you go to college?" 

"Yes," he said. He wondered if he should tell her that he'd been a football 
player. He'd been quite slow in the brain department, but he'd been a whiz 
in the backfield. A pro for two years, an injured leg-and there had been 
many girls who would've compared favorably with Patsy. 

Joe laughed. "I guess I was thinking about what we old-timers like to call 
the good old days," he said. 

"You aren't very old!" 

"I'm not too old to have a two-year-old daughter," he said, smiling. 
"Whatever that means!" 

"Pam's a little doll, Mr. Masterson, and I adore her. I've been here twice 
before, you know, and if it's the same tonight it will be like stealing the 
money. Will you be back by twelve? I was supposed to have a date tonight. 
That's rather late, I know, but I can sleep tomorrow." 

Joe could have cursed himself aloud for the sudden sinking feeling in the 
pit of his stomach. What difference did it make to him if she had a date? 
What if she fucked up a storm all night long? It wasn't any of his business. 
He was a married man, had been for eight years "I'll make sure we're back by 
twelve," he said. 

"Don't worry about it if you aren't. I'll just call home and tell my mother 
to tell my date I've been delayed." 

"Aren't you a little young for such late dating? Or is he your steady 
boyfriend?" 

Patsy smiled. "No, to the second question. He's not my steady boyfriend. I 
haven't found a boy mature enough yet for me to want to go steady. And as 
for my age, all I can say is I'm old enough to feel like a woman-and act 
like one, too." 

Joe decided that he'd better not carry that line of talk any further. He'd 
push all thoughts of having sex with the young girl out of his mind. His 
day-dreaming hadn't really been a sign of going nuts, either. All married 
men probably had crazy fantasies at times. Especially if they had a wife who 
decided that she didn't like sex after a baby was born. And Helen had 
decided that even before their darling daughter's birth. 

He was relieved to see his wife coming down the stairs. Patsy had tugged her 
skirt down as far as it would go-which really wasn't very far-and he enjoyed 
the sight of his wife. Helen still had great beauty, and at thirty her body 
was still firm and she was just as desirable as she'd always been. 

He couldn't keep from feeling a degree of guilt because of his thoughts 
about the babysitter. But there had been a lack of sexual activity in his 
life, and Helen had to accept the blame. Most of it, anyway, and it wasn't 
as if he demanded too much. Hell, he could just as easily hate her guts for 
putting him in a position where he just about had to relieve the tension by 
flipping himself off. 

She seemed to have forgotten their heated words while she was dressing. He 
had felt a deep resentment when she'd pulled away from his touch, saying 
that they would be late, and he had shouted words expressing that 
resentment, finished dressing, then left the naked loveliness. 

Now the lovely nakedness was covered by a black evening gown and she was 
clutching a black stole around her shoulders. He hoped that the stole wasn't 
covering a neckline that was plunging too damn low. His boss might get the 
wrong idea if Helen revealed too much cleavage "You look wonderful, Mrs. 
Masterson! Really beautiful!" 

Helen's black eyes were sparkling. "Thank you, Patsy. I looked in on Pam, 
she's sleeping, and you know what to do." 

Patsy had gotten to her feet. "I'll check on her every ten or fifteen 
minutes. Don't worry for one second. If she wakes up we'll have fun. I just 
love her to death!" 

"Are you ready, Joe?" Helen asked. 

Joe stood up and walked toward the door. Hell, he'd been ready for over an 
hour. He was ready for something else, too. Damn ready, and before the night 
was over he was going to do some thing about it. Yes, by damn, Helen was 
going to get fucked that night! 

He'd left the car in the drive. It was two years old. He'd purchased it as a 
kind of gift for Helen right after their daughter had been born, and he 
guessed now that he'd be able to afford a new one. He was sure that his boss 
was going to give him a promotion and it would mean a substantial increase 
in salary. 

"Will there be very many there?" 

Joe glanced at his wife. He'd been lost in his thoughts, driving in silence 
since helping Helen into the car and backing out of the drive. The Weldon 
estate was on the other side of town. He'd only been there once, to deliver 
some papers to Claude Weldon about a year before, and now he was rather 
nervous. 

"I have no idea," he said. 

Why should he talk to her now? he asked himself. If she'd been as she used 
to be, the kind of wife that he guessed he really needed, he wouldn't have 
had to relieve the tension in his body with his hand. There was nothing like 
a good fuck to relieve mental tensions, either. 

He still couldn't get thoughts of the babysitter out of his mind. He could 
make her, he'd almost bet on that, and if Helen didn't change soon he just 
might give it a try. Actually, he'd had the hots for the girl for over a 
month. 

Five weeks before he and Helen had gone to that dance. Patsy had been 
wearing a dress that first time babysitting. The second time that he'd seen 
her, she'd looked so fresh and young in the simple frock-had he started 
getting his crazy ideas then? 

"I'm very excited about the promotion, Joe. If I haven't said much about 
it-well, it's because I can't seem to get used to the idea of having more 
money. Did Mr. Weldon come right out and tell you? For sure, I mean." 

"He mostly just hinted. This dinner is just to make it official, I guess." 
He chuckled. "Are you nervous? I am!" 

"Just a little, honey." 

Joe couldn't remember the last time that Helen had called him honey. Not 
since she'd found out that she was carrying his child, he supposed. God, but 
he'd gotten tired of humoring her all the time. All those months, and she'd 
stopped all the action almost immediately. He hadn't done anything about it. 
He hadn't cheated, unless pronging Madam Five-Finger would be considered 
cheating. He'd thought that if his wife could go through what she had to go 
through, he could do without the kind of pleasure that had caused it. 

He'd wanted a kid right from the time they had gotten married. Then, after 
he'd just about given up hope, Helen had finally gotten pregnant. Only then 
had he found out that Helen was scared to death of giving birth. She'd 
called it a stupid slip. She'd been one hell of a problem and he figured 
that fear of having another baby had turned her off. 

Little Pam had really messed up his sex life. He loved the baby, he really 
did, and he wouldn't take anything for her, but he couldn't keep from 
wishing that his marriage was more like it had been before Helen had gotten 
pregnant. 

Joe's next thought startled him. He tried to push it aside, but failed. In a 
way, he guessed that it proved he really loved his daughter. Because he just 
might leave Helen if he thought that he could take the baby with him. 

"Do you think Mr. Weldon will be inviting us to his home from now on, Joe?" 

"I doubt it. I think the only reason we were invited tonight was so he could 
meet you." 

"Have you met his wife?" 

"No," he said. 

Joe wasn't in the mood for talking. He was still thinking about the thought 
that he'd had about leaving Helen. He wondered if he'd been thinking along 
those lines all the time, deep down, and it had just popped to the surface. 
He knew the reason, too. Patsy. He wasn't even thinking of her as the 
babysitter any longer. He was thinking of her by name, picturing her young 
freshness "I understand his first wife died," Helen said. "I've heard that 
his present wife is much younger than he." 

"That's right," he said. 

"I also heard that she's always taking trips all over the world. Without 
him, I mean." 

Joe didn't answer. He found that he was even resenting his wife's 
interruption of his thoughts. What had happened to his marriage, to make him 
feel that way?. It wasn't just the lack of sex, either. They were almost 
like strangers. Friendly strangers living together without fuss or 
bother-unless he touched her. 

Then she'd say that she was tired, or ask if that was all he ever thought 
about, and sometimes she'd consent. But he always felt as if he were simply 
being tolerated. That wasn't very damn flattering to his male ego, and it 
wasn't his fault that she had a fear of having another child. Besides, in 
these days of modern science, she was just using that as an excuse. What had 
really happened to the beautiful sexy girl he'd married? Or could it be him? 

"We used to be able to talk," he said. He knew what his remark was going to 
cause, but he didn't give a damn. He could almost hear her thinking, That 
subject again. 

"Don't start an argument, Joe. We'll both just get upset and we should both 
be in a good mood tonight." 

They were only a few blocks from the Weldon estate. He pulled the car to the 
curb and parked. He suddenly didn't care if he got the promotion. This 
thought didn't surprise him. Nor did the next. He really didn't give a damn 
about his marriage. He almost laughed. What marriage! 

Joe kept both hands on the wheel and didn't look at his wife. She'd asked 
why he was stopping, then why he had stopped, and he wanted to get things 
straight in his mind before he spoke. But he couldn't seem to do it. Just 
about all he could think about was Patsy-and what he'd like to do with and 
to her! 

"We're going to be late," Helen said. 

He looked at her. Lights from a street light reflected on her face, the 
near-perfect features, and off her dark eyes. Beautiful black eyes that had 
smoldered and blazed in passion what now seemed so long before. He cautioned 
himself to remember his daughter, the baby he so dearly loved. 

"Now you say that," he said, managing to keep his voice low. "You take your 
damn time dressing, primping, getting beautiful-for what?-and now you say 
we're going to be late. What if I said I didn't want the promotion? What if 
I said I just might quit the frigging job!" 

"All this just because I didn't go to bed with you? After I had already 
bathed? Don't be childish, Joe." 

He laughed and it sounded bitter to his own ears. "Childish! Hell, I'm just 
trying to behave like a man, damn you! How about last night? Not to mention 
the many other nights! I'm getting sick of the whole mess!" 

"You're getting loud," she said. 

"I might just get louder," he snapped. But he did keep his voice down. She 
had thrown the stole aside, and he placed his hand in the warm and 
wonderfully smooth cleavage. She didn't move. "I can remember when we would 
be scrambling into the backseat if I touched you like this." 

She didn't look at him. He cupped a silk-covered breast, gently, then the 
other thrusting mound. She still didn't move. He forced himself to remove 
his hand. He had spoken the truth. He could remember when her passions 
would've been boiling very quickly at even such a simple touch. 

"I guess you know things can't go on like this," he said. "Sure, I've said 
it before, Helen, but I've just about had it. What's wrong? Is it me? Tell 
me." 

"Give me more time," she said. "I've told you I don't know what's wrong. I 
just seem to freeze or something. You don't know how I've suffered. No man 
could. Why do you have to put so much importance upon sex? We have a good 
life otherwise, don't we?" 

Joe started the car. It was impossible. How could a horny man answer such a 
question. With all the chances to cheat he'd never done it. There were girls 
working in the office and several had been very obvious about their 
availability. He could have easily fucked one or more of them. Had he been a 
sap not to? 

He pulled the car from the curb. "You win again," he said. 

"Tonight," she said. 

The one word, spoken quietly in her soft voice, and he was ready to forget 
all of his thoughts about cheating. He felt a tingling in his balls and his 
cock began to lift. He didn't look at her. Maybe things would work out yet. 
He hoped so. God, but he could almost feel his stiff prick slipping into her 
hot, clasping cunt! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Joe was surprised. He'd been under the impression that it was going to be a 
rather large gathering. Maybe a few of the more important persons with the 
company, friends of the Weldons', and maybe even a party after dinner. 

It was Friday, he didn't really have to go to the office the next day, and 
he'd been looking forward to dancing and even to do quite a bit of drinking. 
He was also a little uncomfortable because of the looks Margo Weldon was 
throwing his way. 

Claude Weldon's wife was a lovely redhead, in her early thirties, and 
something in her eyes told him that she was just as starved for love as he. 
Sex, to be specific, or a combination of the two 

-something that he had experienced with Helen what now seemed ages before. 

The house was huge, the servants polite and friendly, and there were just 
the four of them eating in the enormous dining room. The dinner was 
delicious, the idle chatter friendly, and he knew that Mr. Weldon approved 
of Helen. 

Not too damn much, he hoped. Not as much as Mrs. Weldon seemed to approved 
of him, anyhow, and he guessed that he'd better start thinking of them as 
Margo and Claude. Those had been the instructions, and he and his wife were 
being called Joe and Helen. 

The old man, and he was only around sixty, even if his hair was snow white, 
had always called him Mr. Masterson at the office. On the rare occasions 
they'd met, anyway, and who would have thought that the old guy had such a 
beautiful wife? 

"Are you buying your home, Joe?" Claude asked. 

They had now moved into what Margo had called their combination den and 
study. Joe and Claude were sitting on one of two couches, facing each other, 
and the women were on the other couch. 

"Just renting," Joe said. 

"It's better to buy," Claude said, standing up. "Shall we look at the 
flowers on the patio, Helen? My wife has been a fan of your husband's for 
years. She said she never missed one of his games in college or pro 
football." 

Joe stood up as Helen got to her feet. After she and Claude had moved away, 
and he'd noticed the puzzled look in Helen's eyes, he sat down again. He met 
Margo's green eyes. He hoped that she wasn't going to talk football. Had he 
met her before? 

"I may have missed a few games," Margo said, smiling. "I was an ardent fan, 
though. How's your leg?" 

"All right," he said. "Except for the slight limp, of course. Did we ever 
meet? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." 

"Why?" 

"Because I'm sure I wouldn't have forgotten." 

"That was a nice thing to say," she said. "And I'm sure you wouldn't have 
forgotten me. Are you bitter, Joe?" 

"Not now," he said. "I guess I was for a few years, though." 

"You look the same," Margo said. "Six-one, one-eighty "One-ninety now, but 
I'm still in good shape." 

"Do you love your wife, Joe?" 

Joe couldn't understand that line of questioning, and simply stared at her. 
What a thing to ask a man. And at such a time. Just when he'd been asking 
himself the same thing! 

She laughed. "You're looking at me as if I were crazy. Maybe I am, a little, 
but I do have the feeling that things aren't just right between you and 
Helen. She's a very beautiful woman and I'll stop talking if I'm 
embarrassing you." 

"Should I be embarrassed?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to 
say. 

"I have a scrapbook filled with your pictures. You were my hero, you know-or 
you know now 

-and I'm interested in everything that has happened after you were injured." 

Before he could answer, they heard Helen and Claude returning. In a low 
voice she asked him to call her soon, and he didn't have a chance to answer. 
He was glad, because he didn't know what to say. For a second time that 
evening, with a second female, he felt a feverish excitement. 

A few moments later he realized that he had counted wrong. He had forgotten 
to include his wife. But Helen didn't seem as exciting to him as the other 
two, so part of the trouble could be his fault. Claude suggested drinks, 
then mixed martinis. After the four of them were sipping, Claude told Joe to 
relax, that the promotion was settled. 

"I should have been more definite this afternoon, I know, but I'd planned on 
having a kind of celebration for you. More people and all, you know, but 
Margo changed that at the last minute. At times she doesn't like crowds, and 
I usually give in to her wishes." 

"That's easily understood," Joe said, grinning. 

"She is lovely, isn't she?" Claude looked over toward the two women sitting 
and chatting across the way, then pushed a button on the wall. 

"Yes," Joe said, listening to the music coming from all directions. "I'll do 
my best to handle the new job-" he hesitated "-Claude." 

"I'm sure you will," Claude assured him. 

Things picked up then. The music was a series of slow tunes, and Margo 
suggested that they dance, and then she began to dance with her much-shorter 
husband. Joe danced with Helen, holding her tighter than necessary, suddenly 
remembering her promise about giving him a piece. And, he supposed, to cover 
the guilty feelings he was having because of the erotic thoughts he was 
having about Margo. 

Helen didn't protest, melting against him, but not really giving him any 
encouragement. She was much shorter than he, the top of her head coming to 
his chin, and he couldn't keep from comparing her to Margo-and Patsy. 

The babysitter was a blonde and younger version of his wife, he decided, 
while the redhead was at least five-nine. Margo was very feminine, though, 
with breasts so big that he wondered if they drooped. 

It wasn't long before he found that the huge titties didn't sag. They had 
another round of drinks, then switched dancing partners. He knew then that 
the mounds of flesh didn't sag, as he discovered they weren't encased in a 
bra. 

The black, rather high-necked, satin-like dress clung to the firm shapely 
curves, and Margo danced him toward the patio. There he felt her nipples 
brushing against his jacket. And there he returned the pressure that her 
almost entire length of firm curves applied. He had to fight against getting 
a hard-on. 

"Is Helen jealous, Joe?" 

The warm breath almost in his ear made him unable to speak for several 
moments. "I've never given her reason." 

"Don't worry about Claude. He considers himself a gentleman, and he wouldn't 
try anything without very obvious encouragement. How about you?" 

Margo pushed her body even closer and he felt his cock begin to stir. He 
pulled his head back and met her sparkling green eyes. He stopped dancing, 
but he didn't pull his body away. He knew that they couldn't be seen. He 
felt that she expected to be kissed. 

"What do you expect from me?" he asked, stalling for time, telling himself 
it would be stupid to get involved with his boss' sexy wife. 

"What do you think?" She smiled and moistened her full red lips with the tip 
of her tongue. 

He stared at the glistening lips, saw the eyelids lower, and felt her arms 
go around his neck. His hands had slipped from her narrow waist, down over 
the gentle flare of her hips, and there he forced them to remain. 
Nervousness prevented his prick from rising into an erection. 

"I'm out of practice," he said. "And more than a little apprehensive about 
this whole deal." 

She opened her eyes. "I like cautious men, Joe. They're so very rare these 
days. Do give me a call, though. I want to hear all about the things that 
have happened to you since the tragic end of your football career." 

He wished that he'd given in to the impulse to kiss her parted lips. But he 
knew that the right moment had passed. As had the time for running his hands 
all over her gorgeous female body straining at the tight-ass dress. 

"I'll think about it," he said. 

She frowned. "Just don't think too long, honey. At the moment I'm at what 
might be called at loose ends. If you want me I'm afraid you'll have to make 
it rather quickly. I've been without a virile lover too long as it is." 

"As I said, I'll think about it, Margo." 

A smile replaced the frown. "Don't think that any decision you make will 
have any bearing on your future with the company, Joe. Now I think I could 
use another drink." 

She turned and walked away, inside the house, and he followed her swaying 
ass. He wanted a drink, too. Then he'd take his own wife home and fuck her 
until they were both exhausted! 

Claude was telling a joke. Not dirty and only slightly risque. Helen seemed 
to be enjoying herself. And, he decided, Claude was probably enjoying 
himself tremendously gazing at Helen's plunging neckline. He suddenly 
wondered if the Weldons had ideas about swapping. Well, they could forget 
about that crap! He didn't want the old man pawing at Helen-and he was sure 
that his frigid wife felt the same way. 

A few more drinks and Joe discovered that time had passed faster than he'd 
realized. He backed Helen concerning the promise to the babysitter to try 
and be home by midnight, they chatted for a few minutes, said their 
good-byes, and left. 

* * * 

"It must be nice to be rich," Helen said. 

They had been silent since leaving the Weldon estate. Joe was lost in his 
own thoughts, and he wasn't surprised at Helen's words. She had never tried 
to hide her disappointment that he hadn't been more successful financially. 
She had never been able to understand that material things had never 
interested him much. 

"Claude said he'd advance the down payment and closing costs if we wanted to 
buy a house." 

"That was nice of him," Joe said. "Was he ogling your near-naked breasts 
when he made the offer?" 

"What a nasty thing to say! Is that all you think of? Sex, sex, sex! Why 
don't you get your mind out of the gutter? Besides, I noticed you doing a 
great deal of ogling. Did you sneak a few feels after that hot-looking 
redhead danced you on to the patio?" 

"I was tempted. With an iceberg like you-well, she wouldn't have to be half 
as hot-looking to get a rise out of me! Since when did you start connecting 
the two words. Sex and gutter, I mean. I can remember when you didn't look 
at things that way." 

"Let's drop it, Joe. Right now, before we go too far." 

"I think we already have," he said. "Do you want a divorce?" 

"Don't be silly, Joe! If you want Margo so badly just take her without 
trying to make such a big deal out of it. It was certainly obvious to me 
that you wanted each other." 

"You don't know what you're saying." 

"I sure as hell do. I'll even give you my blessing. Go right ahead and have 
your fling with the redhead bitch. Remember, though, that you aren't going 
to dump me when you have a chance to make more money!" 

"You had too much to drink!" 

Helen laughed. "I'm very sober. Just stop the silly talk about a divorce. 
You should be very happy. You have my permission to diddle Margo-what more 
do you want? Patsy? I saw your greedy eyes on her, but you had better 
remember that she's just a little young for you." 

"Shut up!" 

"The truth isn't supposed to hurt, honey. Now I'll give you another truth. 
You'll never get my baby, so you had better forget the divorce nonsense." 

Joe didn't say anything. He didn't trust his voice-or his temper. They rode 
in silence until he turned into the driveway and stopped. 

"I'm tired," Helen said. "I hope my baby didn't sleep the entire evening." 

"Our baby," he said. "Tell Patsy I'll take her home." 

He didn't look at his wife, and he was glad that she didn't speak. Let her 
be tired, let her go to sleep-the hell with her! He'd go someplace, have a 
few drinks, and just maybe find a woman just as lonely as he. 

He certainly had no business getting involved with Margo. And he'd better 
not fool around with Patsy. He'd find a stranger. A willing female with a 
yen for some fast and heated action "I could have called a cab, Mr. 
Masterson." 

Joe watched as Patsy opened the door and got in. The movement of her lovely 
legs, the nearby street lamp shining on her bare skin, made him turn his 
head away. Maybe he'd had too much to drink. But he could control himself. 

"You'll have to give directions," he said, turning the ignition key. "I'll 
try and get you home in time for your date." 

"I'm not worried about that," Patsy said. "I think you're so lucky. Such a 
darling baby-and a beautiful wife, too. You should have gone right. I'm 
sorry." 

He had backed the car out into the street, and automatically turned toward 
the poorer district of town. He realized that he knew very little about 
Patsy, actually. Helen had done the hiring and, he hoped, some 
investigating. 

"I can turn at the next corner," he said. "Do you live far?" 

"About three miles," she said, turning to look at him. "You've been 
drinking, but you drive okay. I never drink while I'm babysitting. I hate 
drinking, really, but I've been nervous enough tonight to want a few shots. 
May I call you Joe?" 

He glanced at her and smiled. "Sure." 

"My mother stays loaded most of the time. I support her, just about, and 
most of the time she has some man hanging around helping her to get drunk. 
Among other things, of course." 

Joe didn't say anything. He was busy looking at her poking breasts out of 
the corner of his eyes. He could almost picture himself touching and tasting 
them. 

"It isn't far now," Patsy said. "You didn't have to drive so fast, Joe. My 
date will wait, and I don't like him very much, anyway. The next block. That 
large apartment house. I'm on the third floor, in the front, number 
thirty-one." 

Joe found himself wishing that there wasn't a boyfriend, a possibly drunken 
mother and an other man, and he knew that he'd never forget the number 
thirty-one. 

He parked the car, turned, and looked at Patsy. She was looking at him, but 
there wasn't enough light for him to read her expression. 

"Aren't you interested in why I've been nervous, Joe?" 

"I've been a little nervous myself," he said. "Did my wife pay you, Patsy?" 

"Oh, yes, and I think she must be a cruel woman! I've been nervous for a 
couple of reasons, Joe. The way you looked at me is one reason, and the 
other reason's because I liked it." 

She had moved closer. Her parted lips were right there, the sweet breath 
warm against his face, and the faint perfume combined with the young 
freshness emanating from the lovely girl had him in a trance. He couldn't 
move or speak. 

"Do you want to know why I think your wife's cruel?" 

Her parted lips were almost touching his. He felt her fingers moving lightly 
on his knee. Then the fingers were removed, the lips pulled away. He 
resisted the urge to grab and fondle and kiss her. 

"Why?" he managed to ask. 

"Because she must be holding out on you," Patsy whispered. "Otherwise, I 
don't think you'd be quite so hot-eyed when you look at me. She has a 
wonderful body, you know. Maybe it's just because I'm younger. Or could it 
be that you look at all the-" 

He cut her words off with his opened mouth. He put his arms around her, 
twisting in the seat to do so, and pulled her so close that he could feel 
her breasts flattening his chest. At the same time, he thrust his tongue 
past her teeth, tasted the sweetness, felt and heard the blood roaring in 
his ears, and slipped his hands up under her sweater. Then his fingers were 
at the bra hook, she was returning his passionate kiss eagerly, thrusting 
with her own tongue, and a sudden light flooding the car brought him back to 
his senses. 

They pulled apart, staring at each other for a moment, and he saw that a car 
had pulled up behind his. The lights went out, he heard a car door slam, 
then Patsy was saying something about her date, telling him goodnight, and 
getting out of the car. 

Alone, watching Patsy hurrying toward the apartment building entrance, a 
tall young fellow right behind her, Joe couldn't remember when he nad felt 
such intense jealousy. 

He sat there for a few minutes, his cock hard and throbbing against his 
clothes, then pulled away from the curb. He knew that given just a little 
more time he would've been licking Patsy's titties. He would've at least 
gone down on her, too. He was sure she would've allowed that much without 
resistance-and maybe she would've given him a blow-job. 

Driving home, determined to use his stiff prick in his wife, Joe wasn't 
surprised to find the lights out. He had expected that. He hadn't been gone 
long, but Helen would already be in bed, pretending to be asleep, and his 
thoughts made him uncomfortable. 

A man shouldn't have to feel that he was forcing himself upon his wife. 
Especially if that beautiful wife had once been ready for sex at the drop of 
his pants-and even before. 

The brief thrilling episode with Patsy had brought back so many memories. 
Pleasant memories of times with young girls when he had been just a kid. But 
he was going to have to stop thinking of himself as being old. Hell, he was 
in his prime, and his dear wife was soon going to find out that glorious 
truth. 

He put the car in the garage and went into the house. He walked through the 
darkened rooms to the living room, poured a shot of Bourbon in the dark, 
downed it, then hurried upstairs. 

There was the usual nightlight in his daughter's room. He tip-toed over and 
looked at the sleeping baby. No, he would never leave without his daughter. 
No matter what happened, he couldn't do that. 

He was still sleeping with his wife. She hadn't yet suggested he use another 
bedroom. A suggestion, he now realized, he had been expecting for quite some 
time. He moved quietly out of his daughter's room, down the hall to the 
bedroom, and the door was open. As always, of course, Helen was a good 
mother. He couldn't deny her that, and she would awaken at the slightest 
sound from the baby's room. 

But she could pretend to remain asleep no matter how much noise he made. As 
she was now doing-as he undressed in the dark. 

"I know you aren't asleep," he said, moving close to the bed. 

There was no answer. He hadn't expected one, and he made up his mind that he 
wasn't going to remind her that she had given the okay for that night. But 
he wasn't going to be denied, either! 

Naked and ready, with his big nine-inch stiff cock, he climbed onto the bed 
and crawled under the sheet. 

Helen was facing the wall, her back to him, and she was wearing a thin silk 
nightgown. His searching hands told him that, then other parts of his body 
felt the silk, and his thrusting tool poked against her full, firm, 
silk-covered' buttocks. 

He ran one hand up under the nightgown, along the warm thigh, and the warmth 
seemed to fill the entire room as he kicked the sheet off the bed with his 
feet. The wonderful woman smell had his senses reeling, his hands pushing 
the thin nightgown upward, and at the same time turning her over on her 
back. 

There was a tearing sound, but he didn't care. He felt like ripping the 
silken obstacle into shreds. His hands moved along the smooth and taut 
belly, caressingly, and then he was palming the firm breasts and burying his 
face in the deep valley. 

"You don't have to be so rough, damn you!" 

He didn't say anything. He simply raised up, ripped the nightgown right down 
the front, and found a thrusting tit with his opened mouth. The nipple 
hardened against his darting tongue. He raised his head. He didn't want to 
hurt her. He wanted her help. He wanted her love. 

She sighed. The sound made him angry, but he didn't stop. He found her lips 
with his, kissing her furiously, probing with his tongue deep into the moist 
warmth, and he was glad that she had decided to at least help with the 
penetration. 

Her cool hand grasped his pulsing prick, and he lowered at the right time. 
The engulfing heat caused him to ignore the lack of active response. He 
pulled his mouth from hers, buried his face beside her head, smelling and 
feeling the pleasant freshness of her dark skin, and his hands slipped 
around and under her practically inert body. 

He clutched at her smooth buttocks, still trying not to be too rough, and 
tried desperately not to slam away like the sex-nut that she thought he was. 
At the same time he fought for control, lost, and even as he shot his load 
of cream into her hot tight pussy he knew that he wasn't really satisfied in 
any manner. 

It wasn't enough-the one-sided act of passion. And something was going to 
have to be done. She was going to have to cooperate more to keep him from 
fucking other available females-and he needed and would demand another piece 
just as soon as they'd washed. 

"Are you quite finished?" 

Joe heard the words, and for a moment he felt a terrible hatred. What a 
stupid question. What an insulting thing to say! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Joe managed to remain silent, despite the combination of anger and disgust 
that had him wanting to shout all kinds of loud words. Helen left the bed, 
and he calmed down, trying to make excuses for her. She was sleepy and 
tired, for some reason she had lost interest in sex, she was just going 
through a stupid phase of some kind and all the time he knew that she didn't 
really have a logical excuse. Not one damned one. Because she was his wife, 
it was her duty to satisfy him, and he had never made too many demands upon 
her. 

A few minutes later, after his turn in the bathroom, the bedroom still dark, 
he returned to the bed. He stood there staring in the dimness, almost 
expecting her to tell him to go sleep down the hall in one of the other 
rooms, wondering if he should do so before being told or asked. The hell 
with it, he thought. Let her haul ass if she didn't want to sleep with him. 

But Helen didn't say anything. Joe was still naked, still very excited, his 
big cock again thrusting stiffly, and as he finally climbed onto the bed he 
had the feeling that they were rapidly approaching a crisis in their whole 
married relationship. He touched her with his hands right away. She was 
naked. He could almost see and hear her, the next morning, pointing at and 
making sarcastic remarks about the ruined nightgown. He moved his body close 
to hers, thrilling to the wondrous warmth, and pressed the underside of his 
hard prick against her smooth thigh. 

"For God's sake, Joe, go to sleep!" 

"I don't think I can," he said, forcing a little chuckle. "For my sake, I 
wish you'd stay awake!" 

She was on her back, a fact that had surprised him, and he'd started to 
gently caress her lovely breasts. He couldn't understand how her nipples 
could be so stiffly erect and yet she could seem so cold, so lacking in 
passion. He'd always thought that taut nipples were a sign of arousal. With 
her, and with the other women and girls that he'd had sex with before her. 

"I don't think I can go on like this, Joe. And please don't ask what's 
wrong. I don't know what has happened to me. I just don't want to make love. 
The pleasure just seems to have gone out of it for me." 

He removed his caressing fingers from her thrusting titties. "You call what 
we just did making love, baby! Can't you remember how wonderful it used to 
be?" 

"People change," she said. "Everything changes." 

"I sure as hell haven't changed, Helen. I'm the same kind of guy I've always 
been. I'd like for things to be as they used to be. We used to screw all the 
time, day and night, and you liked it, Goddamit. It isn't as if I asked too 
much of you now, either, and-" 

"We had better go to sleep," Helen cut in. "We're going to wake the baby." 

"I don't hear her. She's all right and she can't get out of the crib. 
Besides, I'll make it fast. It'll only take a few minutes, baby. Hell, a few 
fast thrusts in your hot pussy and it'll be all over!" 

"No," she said angrily. "I don't want to have to go wash again. Go get rid 
of your stiffness in the bathroom." 

He had thought about flipping himself off earlier while aroused, because of 
his desire for sex with Patsy. "I should put the blocks to you without 
saying another word!" 

"Damn it, Joe, you're getting on my nerves!" 

"And you're getting on mine!" he snapped back. 

"You're probably just all hot and bothered because that hot-ass Margo was 
rubbing herself against you. Maybe the cute babysitter did the same before I 
came downstairs. Did you get excited looking at Patsy's legs? They are 
lovely, I'll admit, but you'd better be careful with her. 

She's still very young, as I think I said before, so you'd better be 
satisfied with the sexy redhead." 

"I don't like the way you're talking, Helen." 

"Then leave me alone and go to sleep!" 

His hand had returned to her poking breasts. He didn't remove it, nor did he 
pull his throbbing cock from her firm thigh. He squeezed one jutting mound 
gently, feeling the hard nipple jabbing against his palm, and wondering if 
her apparent coldness was just an act. 

It could be that she was trying to get him to leave. Maybe she was 
pretending indifference just to get rid of him. But she didn't want a 
divorce. She had even said something about not being silly when he'd 
mentioned it earlier. Could it be possible that she had been serious when 
she'd given him permission to take on Margo? She'd said something like that, 
anyhow, and what a hell of a way for a wife to talk to her husband. 

He lifted his upper body and kissed her on the mouth. They'd been married 
too long to end everything now. He would be more patient, wait and give her 
a chance to once again become the loving and lovable wife that she had been. 

Helen kept her lips tightly closed. Something about that fact filled him 
with almost uncontrollable anger. If she had just returned the kiss, he felt 
that he would have pulled away and left her alone. He raised his head, 
wishing that there was enough light to see her eyes. 

"Were you serious about what you said about Margo? Do you really mean that 
it would be okay with you if I went to bed with her?" 

"I don't really give a damn where you go with her, Joe! In the bushes or in 
the car, for all I care. Just so you leave me alone, that's all I care 
about." 

"I loved you," he said. "Now I don't think I even like you." 

"You're confusing love with sex," she said. "Just be careful and don't cause 
a scandal. You do have your daughter to think of, you know." 

"Any judge would give me a divorce and my daughter if he could hear the way 
you're talking, Helen." 

She didn't answer and he decided to try another method to see if he could 
get things straightened out between them. It'd been a long time since he'd 
gone down on her, mainly because she refused to return the favor. Oral sex 
had been a thrilling way of finding pleasure for him long before his 
marriage, both in performing cunnilingus and having fellatio performed on 
him, but Helen had been a novice. 

She'd willingly allowed him to go down on her the first time, as well as the 
many subsequent times, but he'd had to do a lot of persuading to get her to 
take his cock in her mouth. After the first time, when she'd been awkward 
enough to prove to his satisfaction that she'd never performed fellatio 
before, she'd become quite skilled and obviously enjoyed the intimate act. 
He'd never let her suck long enough for her to take his load in her mouth, 
sensing that the spurting discharge might turn her off, but he'd been 
satisfied with the arrangement. 

Causing her to climax with his mouth and tongue, then pulling his hard cock 
from her sucking mouth and burying the throbbing meat in her hot juicy pussy 
for his own convulsive climax had been the acme of sensation for him. She'd 
usually come again when he jerked and jolted through his ejaculation, her 
inner cunt muscles clamping tightly around his gushing cock. 

One night, after they'd been married a couple of years, she'd told him to 
let her suck him all the way off when he'd started the usual switch. 
Surprised, and a little apprehensive, he'd allowed her to pull his pulsing 
prick back into her greedy mouth. 

He hadn't buried his face back in her delightful crotch, wanting to see, as 
well as feel, the results of his wife's request. In those days they'd always 
had sex with the light on. She'd learned to take his cock deep in her throat 
and the swollen glans were about as far in as possible when his semen 
spurted. 

It had been disastrous. Gagging, sputtering, cursing him, Helen had jerked 
her mouth from his gushing tool, causing the cream to make a mess, as well 
as ruin his climax. Ignoring the fact that she'd told him to go ahead and 
shoot off, Helen had blamed him for what she called a "terrible experience." 

This had been after she'd made a hurried trip to the bathroom, and just 
before telling him that she'd never suck his cock again. He hadn't argued, 
then, or very many times afterward, feeling that it was useless since she 
was unreasonable enough to blame him for something that was her own fault. 
He had told her that he saw nothing wrong in a female taking sperm in the 
mouth, and swallowing it, but he could also easily understand why the final 
moments of cocksucking turned her off. 

These thoughts flickered through Joe's feverish mind as he moved lower on 
the bed, parted Helen's lovely legs, and got between them. He didn't move 
all that fast, but she didn't protest, seeming to sense what he meant to do. 

Joe would've preferred to start at Helen's mouth and work his way down, 
spending plenty of time on her luscious full tits with his mouth and tongue, 
but he was afraid that she'd think he meant to fuck her right away if he 
changed the position of his body. He didn't want any more words of protest, 
and the heady female smell had him eager to taste the hot flesh that he felt 
he'd neglected too damn long. God, but he'd really missed paying oral homage 
to his lovely wife and her truly wonderful pussy! 

He began kissing her warm inner thighs. She moved her legs helpfully and he 
heard her let out a little sigh. It was almost like old times, he thought 
happily, telling himself to remember and not twist around in the sixty-nine 
position. That might turn her off. He'd give her a blissful orgasm with his 
mouth and tongue, then claim as his reward a long and leisurely blissful 
fucking session. 

His face poised directly over his wife's raven-haired pussy, Joe breathed 
deeply, enjoying the delectable fragrance drifting up from the core of her 
femininity. He exhaled his breath force fully, his mouth open, and heard a 
little moan drift down from the lips. 

Helen's lovely ass lifted inches from the mattress, and he mashed his opened 
mouth to the hot lips below. He slithered his tongue between the puffy 
cuntal lips, into the hot flesh, and he heard her gasp as her fingers 
clutched at his head and entangled in his hair. He liked that. It meant that 
he was giving great pleasure. He'd never felt slave-like while performing 
cunnilingus. On the contrary, he always experienced a great sense of power 
while engaged in the intimate oral act. 

He jabbed his tongue as deep as he could, lashed it around and around in the 
tight juicy depth and gripped her smoothly rounded hips with his fingers. 
She tugged on his hair and squirmed her ass heatedly. 

Keeping his tongue busy, Joe slipped his hands under and grabbed a firm and 
sleek asscheek with each one. Digging his fingers into the yielding flesh, 
he made contact with Helen's clitoris, which was by now swollen and engorged 
with desire. 

She lifted her knees and opened more fully to him, digging her fingernails 
into his scalp. He burrowed his mouth into the hot, clinging cuntal flesh 
and took her elongated clit between his teeth. He heard loud moans from 
above, stopped nipping with his teeth and lips, and began lapping in the way 
that he knew would give the utmost in pleasure. 

Then, as Helen began racing her hips, Joe got his lips on her erect 
passion-button and added greedy sucking to the fast lapping movements of his 
tongue. His wife was moaning and whimpering and tossing her lovely ass 
around by then. He held on tightly with his fingers and didn't stop lapping 
and sucking until she'd gone limp and removed her clutching fingers from his 
head and hair. He lifted just enough to lick up the tasty cum as it oozed 
out of his gorgeous wife's palpitating pussy. 

His stiff cock was throbbing like crazy. While he was getting on his knees, 
anxious to bury his swollen organ into the slippery slit, Helen moved so 
swiftly that it took him by surprise. She was off the bed before he realized 
what she was doing. 

"Where the hell are you going!" he shouted, shocked because he was sure that 
she was heading for another bedroom. 

"I'm tired and sleepy, you've had your fun, and I'm telling you goodnight," 
she said, as she moved across the room. 

Filled with rage because of the cruel injustice, he sprang from the bed and 
caught her at the doorway. As he grasped her naked body something seemed to 
snap in his mind. He knew exactly what he was doing, but at the same time it 
was almost as if he were watching from a distance. 

Two naked bodies were struggling near the opened door. An eager male with a 
stiffly poking cock, and an unwilling female trying to keep from being 
fucked. They were falling to the soft carpet, the female on top, the male 
twisting and turning, getting on top, parting the female's legs roughly. 

Joe was a little ashamed as he realized what he was doing, but he didn't 
feel enough shame to stop. He was past caring. There was nothing except his 
driving need, combined with the desperate wish to create as much passion in 
his wife with his turgid cock as he had with his mouth and tongue. He also 
had a wish to punish her for being so damned inconsiderate. 

He held her wrists together above her head, with one hand, while he used his 
other hand to guide his stiff cock into her already juicy cunt. He slammed 
in deep with one swift thrust, bringing a groan from her parted lips, then 
pulled out until only the enlarged glans were embedded in the wet heat. 

"Reach for it," he gritted. "Act like the hot-ass female you really are!" 

She didn't answer and he had the feeling that she was afraid to say 
anything. He felt a pang of remorse, but it didn't stop him from again 
burying his stiff shaft just as deep as it would go. He wriggled his ass, 
pushing his cock around in her cunt, trying to get a response. She didn't 
move and he began pounding furiously, really fucking up a storm, 
deliberately being rough, determined to make her sexy-hot despite her 
reluctance. 

The knowledge that he was taking her not as a man should, but as an animal 
lost in lust might, dimly registered, but he didn't give a damn about that, 
either. She'd treated him like shit and she was to blame for everything. 

He had released her wrists and mashed his lips to hers. She wasn't fighting 
him, but she was limp and lifeless, her lips tightly closed, her hands not 
even touching him. 

He suddenly pulled his mouth from hers without ceasing his powerful thrusts. 
"Move, damn you!" 

But she didn't move; nor did she answer. She rolled her head aside, away 
from his face and lips, and he became even rougher. He wanted to hurt her, 
to punish her, to make her know that he hated her for the way that she had 
destroyed their marriage. 

After a while, there was a response. And, strangely enough, he then felt a 
terrible weakness that almost made him falter. What a hell of a thing he had 
done. He'd raped his own wife! But, thank God, it seemed to be working out 
all right. 

Her arms went around his neck, her parted lips found his, and her body moved 
in the surging rhythm that he remembered and loved so well. Her tongue met 
and lashed with his, her inner cuntal muscles clamped down on his pistoning 
prick. He slowed the tempo of his thrusts, thrilling to the wondrous 
sensation of pumping his pulsing cock in and almost out of his lovely wife's 
responsive cunt, and soon he just had to relieve the tension. 

The climax was almost as he remembered, wonderfully beautiful, deeply 
satisfying, and he was very happy. Until he heard his wife's words: 

"I hope to hell you're satisfied now, damn you!" 

He hesitated, then forced himself to speak. "Don't you think the result was 
worth what I did? I'm sorry I was so rough, but at least we made it as we 
used to in the old days." 

"I was acting, Joe. Just acting." 

"I don't believe you!" 

Helen sighed. "Believe what you wish. But I was being raped, I wanted it to 
end, so I ended it the best way I knew how." 

Joe believed her now. He also suddenly understood how one person could do 
serious harm to another. Not that he could kill or anything like that, but 
that he could easily understand how and why such things could happen. 

"You've also managed to end our marriage," he said. by this time he was 
standing, peering down through the darkness at the woman that he had loved. 
She was still on her back, her nakedness an impression more than an actual 
sight, and he wondered if she was mentally ill. Maybe he was! By damn, maybe 
they both were! 

"Don't be foolish, Joe. We can still have a life together. We can have a 
nice home, money-everything except the sex. You can find that elsewhere, of 
course, and all I demand is that you control yourself around me. You did 
rape me, you know, and there are laws against that even if one is married." 

Joe didn't say anything. There didn't seem to be anything to say. He had 
raped her, had actually deliberately tried to hurt her with his pronging 
cock, and that made him little more than an animal. Maybe less than an 
animal. 

"Do you agree to my terms, Joe?" 

"We'll talk in the morning," he said, a sick feeling in the pit of his 
stomach. "I really am sorry if I hurt you. I'll sleep in another room." 

"I'll go sleep in the room with my baby," she said. 

"Our baby," he said, stepping back as she got to her feet. He didn't want to 
touch her; he didn't want to see her in the light; and he didn't want her to 
see him. 

He guessed tears were a sign of weakness, and how could he explain that they 
were for her just as much as for himself? 

* * * 

The next morning, finding himself alone in bed, Joe immediately remembered 
everything that had happened. Worried, hoping that somehow he could 
straighten things out with Helen, he shaved, showered, and dressed before 
going down the hall. 

Helen was on the bed beside the baby crib. She was covered by a sheet and 
was facing away from him, obviously still sleeping. Their daughter was still 
asleep. He quietly and hurriedly left the doorway. He didn't want Helen to 
wake up and start an argument. 

In the kitchen, making coffee, he realized that he wouldn't know what to say 
to his wife when she did wake up. He wasn't hungry, but he forced down some 
toast and drank two cups of coffee, telling himself that he wasn't going to 
run to keep from facing Helen. 

But when he thought that he heard her moving around upstairs he swiftly left 
the kitchen and the house. He needed time to think before seeing her. 
Anyway, they'd just get to arguing back and forth, and she probably didn't 
want to see him anymore than he wanted to see her. 

* * * 

Fighting his way through the usual Saturday morning traffic, Joe wondered 
why he was bothering to go to work. There was really nothing to do until 
Monday. Mark Hanson, the Personnel Manager that he was replacing, had 
undoubtedly left everything in top shape. Mark was a damned good man and 
he'd be missed. In his early sixties, Mark had been preparing for retirement 
for the past year. Joe knew that the older man's recommendation had a great 
deal to do with his own promotion. He knew that he could handle the job, 
though, and he just hoped that he could handle the situation with Margo. 

As he expected, the plant parking lot was practically empty. Except for the 
maintenance crew, and some of the office personnel, the Weldon Manufacturing 
Company was on a five-day work week. He parked the car in his reserved 
parking space and entered the office building. 

There wasn't anybody in the large outer office. Joe walked down the long 
corridor, past empty offices, until he came to his own. He put his hand on 
the doorknob, hesitated, then turned away. He didn't really have anything to 
do. He'd just go tell Mark good-bye, wish him and his wife a happy 
retirement, thank him again for the recommendation. 

He wondered why there wasn't anybody around. Even at nine o'clock on a 
Saturday morning there should be a few females in the outer office. Maybe 
Mark had let them off. He guessed that he'd stick around and move his things 
to Mark's office-his new office. 

Maybe Margo would call. He might as well sample the lush body that had 
pressed so excitingly close. It'd be fun to kiss the parted lips that had 
been so near his the evening before. Claude Weldon probably needed plenty of 
help to keep the hot-ass redhead satisfied. 

Mark Hanson's office door was closed. Joe turned the knob, pushed, then 
stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't know how long he stood there with the 
door cracked a few inches, his cock lifting into an erection. It could have 
been two minutes, maybe even five, that he stood there staring in 
fascination. But he finally quietly closed the door and went back to his own 
office. 

Inside, the door closed, he slumped in the swivel chair behind his desk. He 
could still see the erotic scene almost as plainly as if he had remained to 
peek. How long had it been going on? Or maybe Wilma Todd had just been 
giving Mark a special going-away present. 

Hanson! The old guy had been sexing it up with Wilma like a young kid! And 
who would have guessed that the rather-quiet woman was the type? Joe 
chuckled aloud. What the hell was he thinking about? There was a desire for 
sex in just about all people-and it really wasn't any of his business. 

But Wilma was going to be his secretary now. 

Maybe he'd better haul ass out of the building. They should have locked the 
door. He shouldn't have watched for any length of time, though. He could 
still see Wilma's wide hips arching, lurching upward, grinding up against 
Mark's lean body while he poured the meat to her like a youngster-after he 
lifted his head from her crotch. 

Wilma wasn't much under forty. He didn't even know if she was married. What 
difference did it make to him, anyhow? He'd just pretend that he hadn't seen 
anything. And why should he be disappointed in Mark? Certainly not because 
the old fellow had eaten Wilma's pussy before shoving his hard cock in the 
dark fur-lined hole. He hadn't thought that Mark would cheat on his wife, 
though. He guessed that it just proved that a person could never really know 
another person. Damn it, he could no longer say that he really knew Helen. 

Joe told himself that he didn't even know himself. Just look what he'd done 
to his wife. Even the word rape sounded ugly. And he had the hots for 
Patsy-and now he was halfway expecting a phone call from Margo. Maybe the 
sexy redhead wouldn't be free that day, though. But she'd told him to call 
her. She'd also said something about Claude not caring what she did. 

Joe stood up. After seeing what he had seen on the leather couch he was 
ready for some action even after his own wildness with Helen the night 
before. He decided that he just might give Margo a call. 

Without further delay, deciding that he had no wish to talk with Mark 
Hanson, Joe left the office and the building. Suddenly hungry, he drove to a 
restaurant and had breakfast. He tried not to stare at the two waitresses. 
One reminded him of Wilma; the other one made him think of Patsy. 

He left the restaurant and drove around aimlessly for over an hour. He saw a 
pay phone at the curb, parked, and called Hanson's office. Wilma answered. 
He told her that he couldn't get down to see Mark. She said that Mark had 
left, that she was just leaving-and that Mark had told the few girls at work 
to take the day off with pay. 

"Do you want me to move your things into your new office, Joe?" 

"You might as well wait until Monday," Joe said, again seeing in his mind a 
picture of Wilma hunching along with Mark's surprisingly powerful strokes. 

"All right, Joe, I'll see you Monday-and congratulations." 

Joe thanked her, said good-bye, and replaced the receiver. He sat in the 
car, wondering what he should do. He didn't want to go home, he dreaded 
seeing his wife, and he doubted the wisdom of getting involved with Margo. 
Besides, since Helen had given him the freedom to do as he wished, he'd much 
rather spend his time with Patsy. God, but he'd like to be with the lovely 
young girl right then! 

The girl's kiss, the sweet freshness of her breath, the taste of her hot 
tongue, the feel of her firm young body made Joe groan. What the hell was 
happening to him! He was too damned old for Patsy! She was just a teenager 
with a woman's body, a beautifully stacked body-and even as he silently 
cursed himself for being a fool he knew that he'd give just about anything 
to caress and fondle and have that beautiful young body. 

It wasn't just Patsy's body that he wanted, either. He wanted to see her 
happy young face, her sweet smile, to hear her wonderful little laugh, to 
simply be around the shining loveliness would be a pleasure. A great 
privilege, really, and she had made a point of giving her apartment number. 

Joe started the car and drove to the nearest cocktail lounge. The place was 
dull and quiet. He had one drink and left. He drove a few more blocks and 
went into another bar. Again he had one drink. He exchanged some chit-chat 
with the elderly bartender, all the while telling himself that he was 
behaving like a fool. Thinking like a fool, anyhow. Drinking like a nut just 
to get the courage to go calling on a lovely teenager! 

He couldn't remember when he had been so damned lonely. When he'd been just 
a kid, he guessed. Right after receiving the sad news that his parents had 
been killed in a freeway accident-then going to live in the first of a 
series of foster homes. He decided that what he needed was a lively place 
with some music and laughter-and females. 

Joe finally found himself in a part of town that he had only once driven 
through before. It was early afternoon by then, but he wasn't hungry. He 
really wasn't thirsty, either, but he was drinking. He knew that he was 
trying to escape from himself, his thoughts, and he also knew that he was 
acting very stupid. 

He was sitting in a booth in a place that could only be called a dive. It 
was the third bar he'd been in since parking his car and walking. He was in 
a section of town noted for being wide open under a "hands-off" policy by 
the authorities. 

The joint was going full blast. Juke-box music was blaring, men were -lined 
up at the bar drinking, shooting the breeze, buying drinks for the 
B-drinkers. A few couples were swaying together on the tiny dance floor in 
the back, and there was a general atmosphere of basic cheapness that 
disgusted Joe with himself, and with the B-drinker sitting beside him. 

He had bought her one drink. Whether it was actually tea or not, he didn't 
know or care. She had mentioned her name, but he hadn't paid any attention. 
He didn't care what she called herself. She'd been making with small talk, 
but he hadn't said more than a dozen words. 

She was sitting very close, her hand resting on his nearest thigh. She was 
about thirty, attractive in a cheap way, but she was wearing too much 
makeup. Her blue eye-shadow looked terrible in the daylight, and she had 
used too much perfume. 

"You must be a stranger in town, honey. I know I'd remember you if you'd 
been in here before." 

Joe was sitting on the inside. The fingers on his thigh squeezed. He 
finished his drink. What the hell was he doing with the cheap-ass bitch when 
he could have Margo? 

"I'm just passing through," he said. 

"What do you like to do for pleasure, honey? Gambling? Women? Sex shows? I 
can steer you to anything you like. Just slip me a five-spot for the boss 
and I'll show you the town." 

He turned his head, pulled back, and looked at her. She had a well-stacked 
body. He could see the nipples poking against the tight white sweater. He 
had already admired the bare legs, the swaying buttocks under the very short 
and very tight black skirt. Maybe he should go ahead and kill some time with 
the bitch. 

"I don't think I have the time," he said, unable to make up his mind. 

Her hand moved onto his lap. "You don't have a couple of hours, honey? A 
five-dollar bill to the boss and I wouldn't have to be back until four. I do 
have to protect my job. Look, if you don't go for me I'll find somebody else 
for you to screw. At a reasonable price, too. Maybe you just like to watch 
people sexing it up." 

Joe didn't say anything. He figured that he had already watched too damned 
much that day. He could still almost see Wilma and Mark fucking on the 
couch. Would the big woman expect him to give her some hot action on that 
couch on company time? He pushed the B-drinker's hand away, but not before 
his cock had started to stir. 

The woman laughed. "Watch was the magic word, it seems. Well, just five 
minutes from here, and for twenty bucks you can see a sex show you'll never 
forget. For another twenty you can screw me while you watch. Or I'll give 
you an expert blow-job. You can have it any way you want it, just the way 
you like it, honey." 

"I'm just about broke," he lied. He had been holding her hand, keeping it 
away from his expanding prick, and all he could think of was the wisdom of 
getting out of the joint alone. "Maybe I'll take you up on your offer some 
other time." 

"How much dough do you have, honey? I'm not too proud to bargain. It's 
early, things will go along okay here without me, and I do hate to see 
anything go to waste. Meaning that hard-on you're getting, of course, and I 
know I'd enjoy making it with your big cock from any direction." 

"I'll think about it," he said, forcing a smile. He pulled a couple of 
one-dollar bills from his jacket pocket. "Maybe you'd better get us a 
refill, babe." 

"Sure thing, big man!" 

Joe waited until she had disappeared into the crowd, then quickly moved from 
the booth. He just as quickly made his way through the milling throng, glad 
that his cock hadn't lifted into a total erection. 

On the sidewalk he walked swiftly, very conscious of the fact that he was 
running from something that he would undoubtedly have enjoyed. 

Still, even if he had his freedom, and meant to put aside his marriage vows, 
it didn't mean that he was going to go hog wild and lose himself in lust 
with a partner that was primarily interested in a profit. 

Joe was far from being drunk, but he was getting a little tight. To make 
sure that he was perfectly capable of driving, he sat behind the wheel of 
his car for all of twenty minutes. He was aroused, there was a need building 
within him, but he told himself that he had done right by running from the 
female and the things that she represented. 

A fine way to celebrate his promotion, he decided. Rambling around from bar 
to bar by himself. He should go home and have things out with Helen. But 
what could he say or do? He wanted his baby, he wanted his-yes, he did want 
the mother of his child. He would settle for things as they had been. The 
way they had been before he had raped her like some kind of a nut. 

Deciding that he had better eat, Joe drove until he saw a drive-in. He had 
coffee and two sandwiches, not very successful in trying to keep from ogling 
the young, scantily clad carhop. He tipped her too much, returned her bright 
smile, and cursed himself under his breath, wondering if his hormones or 
some damn thing had suddenly become too active. He was really getting to be 
a horny bastard. 

Joe wasn't surprised a little later to find himself in the neighborhood of 
Patsy's apartment. But he parked a block from the building, feeling like a 
young kid stalling before getting out of the car to go to see if Patsy was 
home. 

Because he suddenly decided that that was what he was going to do. He wanted 
to see her mother, the apartment, and find out more about Patsy. He wanted 
to find out how she lived, why she was babysitting, if she was really 
supporting her mother on wages received from babysitting. 

He wondered what kind of an excuse he could make for the visit. Walking 
toward the building, he decided that he would tell Patsy that he wanted her 
to come home with him, to sit with his daughter, and maybe he could find out 
if the kiss the night before had meant anything special to her. 

Joe hesitated, then pressed the small white button and stepped back from the 
door, his heart pounding. The number "31" was just over the door, and on the 
door, in a brass name-slot, there was the name "Gulliver". 

He waited a full sixty seconds, then pressed the button again. Suddenly 
telling himself not to be stupid, he turned to leave. What the hell right 
did he have to be there? Patsy could have company. The beautiful young girl 
just might be in bed with some young punk right at that very moment "Yes? 
Did you want something?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Joe stopped and turned around. He knew that he was looking at Patsy's 
mother. The resemblance was very easy to see. The same bright blue eyes, the 
same blonde hair, the same fabulous shape. The hint of nakedness under the 
thin robe that she was wearing quickened his pulse. 

"I wanted to talk to Patsy," he said. "About a job. Babysitting, I mean. Is 
she home?" 

The blue eyes flicked up and down his body, settled on his face, and the tip 
of her pink tongue moistened her parted lips. She's drunk, he thought. There 
was nothing except a bra and panties under the thin robe. She can't be much 
over thirty-five, he thought, and there seems to be an invitation in the 
bright blue eyes. Or can it be desire? 

"Patsy's out on a job now, Mister. I'm her mother. Has Patsy worked for you 
before?" 

"Yes," he said. "A few times. When my wife and I go out." 

He watched as Patsy's mother swayed slightly. She was apparently boxed out 
of her mind, but her words had been spoken clearly enough. He knew that he 
had to get the hell out of the building. Her desire was registered in her 
eyes clearly enough, too. Or maybe it was just a reflection of his own need. 

"Would you like to come in and wait for Patsy? You could have a drink or 
two. I'm here all alone. What's your name?" 

Joe suddenly felt that he understood how Patsy and her mother could afford 
the ritzy apartment. Would the sexy-looking mother be naming a price next? 
He didn't want to wait and find out. 

Mumbling something that he couldn't have repeated if his life depended upon 
it, he turned and quickly walked away. This time he knew that he was running 
from something that he would have undoubtedly enjoyed, but he also knew 
exactly what he was going to do. 

He went to the nearest bar, had a quick drink, then found a telephone and 
called Margo. She sounded very happy to hear from him and even happier when 
he said that he was ready to pay a visit. She told him to hurry. He hung up 
and did just that. Hurried! 

Joe wondered if the butler suspected the reason for him being there. He 
thanked the man who looked more like a gentleman than the gentleman of the 
house, then went up the circular stairway as directed. 

The door at the top of the stairs was open. Joe entered and saw Margo 
sitting on a couch near a big picture window. He glanced around the 
luxurious room, saw an opened door, and a huge bed beyond. He wondered how 
long it would be before he was on the bed with her. Not very long he hoped. 
The things that he'd seen, the thoughts that he'd had most of the day, had 
him more than ready for some fast and furious action. 

He walked across the thick red carpet. Margo was sitting sideways, her long 
bare legs on the couch, her back resting on a large pillow. She was reading 
a paperback book. 

She looked up and smiled. "You made a fast trip. I'm really glad you called, 
Joe. Happy would be a better word." 

"I don't think you were surprised," he said, grinning. 

"Not very, I'll admit," she said, swinging her bare feet to the carpet and 
sitting up. "Sit down, Joe." 

He sat down, a couple of feet from her, and enjoyed the fragrance of her 
expensive perfume blending with her exciting woman-smell. She was wearing a 
dark skirt and a white blouse. He'd expected her to be in something more 
comfortable, more revealing. He had turned his head, and now he looked away 
from the thrusting breasts. If she wanted to talk, they'd talk. He'd let her 
do the leading. 

He glanced at the book that she still held in one hand. "What were you 
reading?" 

"A story about lesbians, by a lesbian. I find the story and the writing very 
interesting-as well as exciting." 

"I'm afraid I don't know much about that sort of thing," he said. 

"You've never read about lesbians?" 

"I've read a few books about queer females, but they made me vaguely uneasy. 
And I don't think that's really what I mean, either. The women having sex 
together just seemed sad, somehow, and almost completely beyond my 
comprehension." He met her eyes. "If you know what I mean. I'm sure I 
don't." 

"I think I know what you mean," Margo said. "You just don't understand how 
members of the same sex could enjoy sex together because you're so straight. 
But we don't want to talk about gay females, do we. How's Helen?" 

He wondered if he should tell the redhead what had happened. "We had a few 
words about you," he said, turning so that he could face her. 

"You did?" 

"Actually, it was more than a few words," Joe said. "And it wasn't really 
about you. She told me she doesn't want to have anything to do with me 
anymore. Helen's been different since before the baby was born." 

"Sexually, you mean?" 

"Yes, and that's the main reason I'm here." Joe smiled. "I don't mean that 
exactly the way it sounds, Margo. Not really. Now I guess I'd better keep my 
big mouth shut." 

"I think I understand," Margo said, moving closer to him. "Did you come here 
to talk about your beautiful wife?" 

Before he could remind her that she'd started the talk, she mashed her 
opened mouth against his. He eagerly returned the passionate kiss, met her 
darting tongue with his own, then turned so he could embrace her and pull 
her big titties against his chest. Desire swept through him and his cock 
began to respond. 

She finally broke the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss and gazed into his eyes. 
"I've been wanting to do that for one hell of a long time," she said softly. 
"For years and years. Always, right after you made a touchdown, I wanted to 
do that." 

He looked at her glistening lips. "Don't tell me that's all you wanted to 
do." 

"I wanted to do all kinds of wonderful things," she said, pulling away and 
getting to her feet. "Then and now. Shall we do it right?" She smiled. 
"Meaning, of course, that I want us to get gloriously naked before we start 
fucking, sucking, and doing all the other delightful things. Do you mind my 
blunt talk?" 

"Not at all," Joe said, meaning it. 

Margo laughed, turned, and he stood up and followed her into the bedroom. He 
closed the door behind them and she turned and went into his arms. Their 
lips crushed together and his hands went to her full and firm buttocks. 

Her hands moved between their bodies, her fingers working at the buttons on 
his jacket. But they held the kiss, heatedly, and her lower body remained 
pressed against his lifting cock. He removed his hands from her firm fanny, 
regret ully, while she skillfully slipped his jacket off. 

She broke the torrid kiss as her fingers went to his tie. "Let me," she 
said. "Just stand there and let me do everything." 

He obeyed, moving only enough to allow her to carry out her self-appointed 
task. Judging by her glittering green eyes, as more of his body became 
revealed, it seemed to be a task filled with pleasure and joy. 

It also seemed to Joe that their roles had become reversed. He should be 
disrobing her. But he told himself that he was the guest, and he was sure 
that he could soon prove that her actions in no way detracted from his 
masculinity. 

When she was kneeling at his feet, having left his pants in place, he raised 
one foot, then the other, as she removed his shoes and socks. His cock was 
straining against his shorts and pants by then. 

Her face flushed, she settled back on her haunches and told him to drop his 
pants. He did so, also letting his shorts slide down his muscular legs. 
Staring, she let out a little gasp when his erect cock was freed. She licked 
her lips and moved forward on her knees as he stepped out of the circle that 
his garments had formed. 

He thought that she was going to start sucking his cock, but she kept her 
mouth inches from I he blunt end of the poking organ while trailing her 
fingers lightly along the backs of his tensed legs. 

"Your cock's so big, so lovely," she whispered. Then, louder, "Are you 
totally uninhibited, Joe?" 

"Just about, I guess," he said. "I'll return the favor if you give me a 
blow-job, if that's what you mean." 

"Do you and Helen go down on each other?" 

He wasn't sure that he wanted to discuss the sexual relations that he shared 
with his wife, then remembered that he already had to a degree, so he said, 
"We used to do just about everything before the baby was born." He chuckled. 
"As I think I reported before." 

She surprised him by getting to her feet. "I want you to get on the bed on 
your back, Joe. I like to assume the domineering role at times and this 
seems to be one of those times." 

"What if I object to being dominated?" 

Her eyes and expression were serious. "Please do as I say for now, Joe. Your 
turn will come, I assure you, and you don't have to worry about proving that 
you're a man to me. I know that, your big jutting cock is proof of that, and 
it's the sad truth that very few men are capable of giving me the pleasure I 
like. I'm betting that you can." 

"Well, since you put it that way," he said grinning and moving toward the 
bed. He knew what she wanted to do. Just as he knew that she was right about 
one thing. It took a strong man to remain on his back and let a woman 
control most of the action. 

He stretched out on the big bed, his hard prick poking toward the ceiling, 
and watched as she came out of her own clothes. Most of the time her gaze 
remained fixed upon his ramrod stiff shaft and he began to find the 
situation strangely exciting. Especially as more and more of her lush flesh 
became revealed to his equally greedy eyes. 

Naked, she stood there for his inspection. He couldn't see any flaws. Her 
big breasts did make her appear a little top-heavy, but the twin mounds were 
thrusting so proudly without support that he felt foolish for even briefly 
considering them as a possible flaw in the over-all near-perfection. 

Her legs were shapely, her hips flared just right, and the dark-red bush 
growing between her thighs blended well with her white skin. He hoped that 
she didn't want him to be submissive too damned long. He was already eager 
to take charge and bury his throbbing prick in what he was sure would be a 
hot, steaming snatch. 

Margo glided closer to the bed. "Remember that I want to be in control, 
honey. You'll get your turn later." Her eyes swept the length of his naked 
body a few times, then settled on the one spot that seemed to draw her like 
a magnet. "Marvelous," she whispered. "Perfectly marvelous! How long is it? 
You can go more than once, can't you?" 

"Yes, to the second question, and it's nine inches when it's in this state." 

No more words were exchanged as the naked redhead got on the bed on her 
hands and knees; nor did he touch her. He clasped his hands behind his head, 
but it took a great deal of will-power to keep them there. 

He braced himself, expecting her to either straddle him or lower her mouth 
to his prong, but she lowered her big titties and caused the stiff nipples 
to brush lightly against his chest. Then she lowered her face, her opened 
mouth, and jabbed her hot tongue around and against one of his nipples. The 
nub immediately became pebble-hard. 

She raised her head. "Your nipples seem to be very sensitive. Do you play 
with them?" 

He grinned. "At times-and without shame." 

She laughed low in her throat. "I like you, Joe! I like you very much!" 

Before he could say he also liked her, Margo kissed his mouth, twirled her 
tongue over his inner lips, then plunged the slippery oral instrument deep. 
She quickly withdrew her hot tongue, though, and trailed the wet tip along 
his jaw and neck and back to his broad chest. 

She tongued and sucked both erect nipples, each in turn, and he thrilled to 
the tingling darts of pleasure racing back and forth between the spiked nubs 
and his erect cock and sperm-filled balls. She worked down across his flat 
belly, her fingers moving lightly over his feverish flesh. He had to fight 
the impulse to put his hands on her head as her darting tongue traced 
intricate designs, leaving cooling moisture as a reminder of what had been 
and as a promise of what was to come. 

She had walked backwards on her knees. Grasping the thick base of his 
thrusting shaft with the fingers of one hand, she lifted one knee and 
straddled the calves of his legs. Slowly lowering her face, she blew her 
warm breath on the end of his pulsing cock. A bead of pre-seminal fluid had 
formed in the eye of the bulging knob. Her tongue darted out and scooped up 
the clear liquid. 

She smacked her full, wet lips in an exaggerated manner, smiled, and met his 
eyes. "I consider myself an expert at the art of fellatio, honey, but I'll 
try and not suck long enough to make you shoot off. Not before I ride this 
big beautiful pole, anyhow." 

Joe gasped as Margo dipped down and took the swollen glans and about two 
inches of the rigid shaft into her hot, moist mouth. He soon found that she 
hadn't lied about being an expert at sucking a cock. It was easy for him to 
tell that she really found great pleasure in giving a blowjob and didn't, as 
some females, just perform the intimate oral act to give the partner 
pleasure. 

She took the blood-engorged cockhead deep into her throat, worked her throat 
muscles around the sensitive meat, and twirled her tongue lavishly when she 
lifted her greedily sucking mouth. Her clenched fingers moved rhythmically 
up and down on his throbbing staff, and she cupped and fondled his tingling 
testicles with her other hand. 

After the first few seconds, when he'd adjusted to the sucking circle of 
heat, he didn't have much trouble keeping himself under control, even though 
his passions soared higher and higher. This was due partly to the heated 
action the night before, he knew, but he also gave himself credit for having 
a high degree of will-power. He knew that Margo wouldn't be satisfied very 
easily and he wanted to prove that he was her equal in the sex department. 

Margo suddenly removed her mouth and tongue from Joe's glistening cock. He 
thought that she was going to get on and ride, but she went down and began 
licking his heavy balls. She sucked one of his nuts into her mouth. The 
sensation caused him to lurch slightly, but he kept his hands clasped behind 
his head. 

She pushed the first ball out of her mouth with her tongue, took the second 
one into her hot oral cavity, and sucked it just as lavishly. He was glad 
when she stopped sucking his testicles, as the act made him a little 
mentally uncomfortable despite the delightful sensation. 

Licking back up along the underside of his huge rod, she again took the 
enlarged knob into her voracious mouth. She only sucked and twirled her 
tongue for a few seconds, though, and he was glad. He was ready for the 
fucking to start, even though he would have preferred to get on top where he 
could really pour the meat to her. 

She quickly straddled him, using one hand to do the guiding, and he thrust 
upward as his cockhead made contact with the hot, moist slit. But she was 
ready for such a move. 

"No," she said, meeting his eyes. He settled back down against the mattress. 
She smiled. "I said your time would come, sweetheart." 

He closed his eyes. There didn't seem to be anything to say. Hell, let her 
get her kicks. She was right. His turn would come, and even with her in a 
domineering role he would prove his strength. 

Margo had pulled up and away from Joe's upward thrust. Now she lowered 
herself, slowly sliding her hot cunt down over his jutting organ. Thrilling 
to the encompassing heat, he opened his eyes. Her green eyes were gleaming, 
her red lips parted. 

"What am I doing to you, darling?" 

He knew that she wanted him to use basic English. "You're fucking me," he 
said, grinning. "You're getting your sizzling snatch in a position to fuck 
me, at least!" 

She pushed down with force, driving his hard cock deep into her clasping 
cunt. He heard little whimpering sounds start deep within her throat, then 
spill from between her parted lips. Her green eyes glazed with passion, she 
began hunching up and down, taking all of his throbbing prick on the 
downward motion, leaving only the glans embedded when she lifted her ass. 

Soon she quickened the pace, then he braced himself as she went wild. Up, 
down, back, forward, sideways-always changing her frantic movements so that 
he couldn't tell how she was going to pump on his rigid cock next. 

He heard her tell him that he could use his hands. He did, grasping her 
sleek and frantically active buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh with 
fingers, and humping upward to meet her mighty thrusts. 

She was fucking like a man would, Joe thought. She moved ever faster, 
driving at him demandingly, and he sensed that she was trying to make it end 
for him first. This seemed silly to him and he was proud that he was capable 
of meeting the challenge. 

"Now!" Margo exclaimed. "Right now!" 

To Joe it sounded as it might have sounded had he been climaxing, as any man 
might have given the information that he was cumming, and he arched as high 
off the mattress as he could and held there. She wriggled like crazy and he 
almost lost his grip on her wildly moving ass. 

"Come with me, you handsome fucker!" 

"Okay, you beautiful fucker!" 

Joe successfully rode out the storm, though, with strength and will-power 
that he hadn't been all that sure he had during the last few seconds while 
the frenzied female's cunt muscles clutched at his turgid tool. 

After what had to be a series of shuddering orgasms, Margo sagged limply. 
Joe waited a few seconds, then thrust upward to remind her that his cock was 
still hard and available for more action. 

She had buried her face beside his head, her big titties hard and heavy upon 
his chest. She raised her head and lifted her upper body, bracing on her 
hands and arms. 

"You cheated, you stinker! You lied to me!" 

He grinned. "And you aren't glad?" 

"I guess I am," she said, smiling. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then 
lifted her clamping pussy from his pulsing cock. "I think I'll finish you 
with my mouth this time, if you don't mind, and we can shoot the breeze 
while you're recovering. I won't have to go to the bathroom, I mean. You 
don't mind, do you?" 

While speaking, Margo had moved lower on the bed and on him, her face 
suspended inches above his stiff shaft. Glancing at his cock, glistening 
with her cuntal juices, he told her that he didn't mind if she wanted to 
suck him all the way off. 

He didn't last very long, partly because he didn't try to hold back. His 
balls had been getting very close to the aching stage. He hunched along with 
her expert sucking, then entangled his fingers in her thick red hair when he 
got close to the final thrilling moments. 

Within sixty seconds after Margo started blowing him, Joe started cumming. 
She pushed down until his cockhead was buried deep in her throat. His cock 
jerked spasmodically as his semen spewed forth. He could feel and see Margo 
gulping and swallowing greedily. He kept hunching as the hot cream kept 
spurting. She moved her mouth up until only the head was enclosed, but she 
kept right on sucking and swallowing until he knew that the very last drop 
had been drained. She didn't let his prick slip from her mouth until it was 
soft and limber. 

Margo licked her wet lips, and her passion-glazed eyes met Joe's. "I didn't 
lose a drop, honey, and you really had a load!" 

"I'll have another load soon," he said, grinning. 

She arched her eyebrows. "Bragging?" 

"Maybe," he said, watching as she stretched out beside him. "I know that in 
the long run no one man is really a match for any one woman, though." 

"That doesn't seem to be true of your wife." 

Joe hadn't meant to talk about Helen, but he soon found himself doing just 
that. Margo listened with obvious great interest, asked questions now and 
then, and he really spilled his guts. He ended by telling how he had forced 
himself on Helen the night before, after she'd enjoyed his oral attentions. 

"I'll admit that was a dirty trick for her to play on you," Margo said after 
a short silence. "Leaving you with a hard-on like that, I mean. She could 
have at least jerked you off if she wasn't in the mood for fucking or 
sucking." 

"I could have done that myself," Joe said, the words sounding a little 
bitter even to his own ears. "Besides, I don't like the idea of her giving 
me permission to have outside sex." 

"Your wife sounds like a very understanding woman to give you that kind of a 
break, Joe. That's what I like about my husband. Claude's very 
understanding, I mean. He's very liberal, never gets jealous, and he wants 
me to be happy." 

"Happy as in the kind of pleasure we just shared?" 

"Claude doesn't get excited very often anymore. Not in the usual ways, 
anyhow. He's quite jaded, really, and we've made arrangements that suit us 
just fine." 

Joe didn't care to talk about the arrangements that Margo had made with her 
husband. He guessed that he and Helen were drifting into a crazy kind of 
arrangement themselves, and he still wasn't sure if it was her fault or his. 

To keep from talking, and also because he wanted to continue the sexual 
activities, he turned over and began feasting upon the sexy redhead's big 
titties. Margo was on her back. He lifted and straddled her lovely 
nakedness, keeping his mouth fastened on an erect, elongated nipple. Her 
hands stroked his head, his hair, and soon guided his mouth and tongue over 
to the other spiked mound. 

He lavished his attentions on that big, firm breast until she applied a 
little unnecessary pressure on his head. He was willingly eager to do some 
muff-diving. Hell, he thought, when he stopped going down on Margo she 
wouldn't try to keep him from fucking her. Damn Helen for turning him into 
what he'd become! 

Joe's thoughts about his wife didn't prevent him from enjoying himself 
tremendously with Margo. The wife of his boss had a truly fabulous body and 
the fact that she was really hot-stuff added greatly to his enjoyment of her 
charms. 

Forgetting everything except the pleasures of the moment, Joe trailed down 
across Margo's trembling belly with his parted lips and licking tongue. He 
took time to jab his tongue in and around her surprisingly deep 
belly-button, then skirted right on around her dark red pubic hairs and pink 
pussy. The odor was pleasant and exciting, but he wanted her to know that he 
was something of an expert at the art of cunnilingus. Delaying the 
tongue-probing would make it that much better for her when he did start. 

Margo moved her long legs helpfully and he kissed and licked her smooth 
inner thighs. She squirmed her ass against the mattress. Her hands had left 
his head. He glanced up and saw that she was massaging her titties. He moved 
his face close to the triangle and the heady aroma of Margo's pussy assailed 
his nostrils even more, and he liked it. 

Joe licked the moist and smooth cuntal lips and a little moan drifted down 
from the lips above. 

He enjoyed the taste. Pressing his mouth against the gaping gash, he shoved 
his tongue deep into the hot and wet clinging flesh. 

"That's the way, darling! Tongue my twat! Eat my cunt! Oh, that feels so 
fucking good! Oh, Joe, you're really a damned good cuntlapper!" 

He darted his tongue in and out and around and around, swabbing the walls of 
the palpitating cunt. She lurched erratically and he slipped his hands under 
and grabbed her firm, sleek, wriggling buttocks. He found her clitoris with 
his tongue and her hands returned to his head. 

"Oh, yes, honey! Tongue my clit! Suck it, suck it!" 

Margo's fingers clutched at his hair. He started to lap the springy hunk of 
tasty flesh. The passion-button had to be all of two inches long, he thought 
dimly, feeling the hot-ass redhead's fingernails digging into his scalp. He 
felt the familiar sense of power-and his cock had been erect since he'd 
first put his mouth on Margo's big tits. 

Getting his lips around the distended clit, he began sucking, at the same 
time keeping on lapping with his tongue. Margo's ass wriggled faster and she 
began hunching up and down while tugging his face even closer. He sucked and 
tongued faster and faster, sensing that she was nearing a climax. 

"Oh, I'm cumming! Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm cumming!" 

Margo bucked and hunched and wriggled through a whole series of spasms. Her 
spasmodic orgasms produced a great amount of juice. He swallowed the cuntal 
juice just as greedily as she'd swallowed his semen. He kept on lapping and 
sucking until she went limp. When he finally lifted his face, Margo told him 
that he could lap a cunt almost as well as a female. 

He just stared. She laughed and added, "Don't look so surprised, Joe! Hell, 
many females swing both ways!" 

"So I've heard," he said, forcing a little chuckle. "I don't care what you 
do. It isn't any of my business, I mean. Does your husband approve of you 
finding that kind of happiness, too?" 

"Sure. He likes to watch. He knew I was bisexual when he married me." 

Joe suddenly wondered if Claude was hiding someplace right at that moment, 
peeking, getting his kicks. He hoped not. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that I like to have sex with other 
females, Joe, but I was leading up to say a few things about your wife." 

Joe had settled back on his haunches, his cock thrusting stiffly. "What do 
you want to say about Helen?" he asked. 

"Did you ever consider the fact that she might be a lesbian, Joe?" 

"You're crazy! Hell, she's a married woman! We have a child!" 

"You know that doesn't mean a damn thing," Margo said calmly. "I just 
admitted that I'm AC-DC and you know I'm enjoying myself with you. I've been 
around a hell of a lot. I might even be considered an authority on most 
sexual deviations, and I'd bet just about anything that Helen makes it with 
at least one other female. Actually, I spotted your lovely wife as being 
like me within minutes after meeting her." 

"I still think you're crazy," Joe said, not sure that he was speaking the 
truth. "Besides, she really isn't like you. She no longer wants to have sex 
with me, remember?" 

"You know what I meant, Joe. Maybe her desires have switched over completely 
to lesbianism. There is that possibility when a woman starts experimenting 
with gay sex." 

"Helen would be honest enough to tell me if something like that had happened 
to her," Joe said, again not sure that he was speaking the truth. "Hell, 
just the thought of her burying her face in a female's crotch makes me sick 
to my stomach!" 

"I'm sorry if I upset you," Margo said. "Does it bother you to know that I 
enjoy burying my face in a female's crotch?" 

"You aren't my wife," he said. "I don't give a fuck what you do." 

"You just said the magic word, honey! Why don't we rip off another piece, go 
take a shower, then come back and maybe do a sixty-nine?" 

Joe's cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness, despite his revulsion at the 
thought of Helen being a cuntlapper. He got between Margo's legs without 
another word, gave her time to do the guiding with her cool fingers, and 
roughly shoved his hard, throbbing cock into her soft, quivering cunt. 

She gasped, wrapped her arms around his neck, her sleek legs around his 
waist, and glued her opened mouth to his. 

Sensing that she liked it rough, wanted it rough, he started right out 
pronging the hell out of her. She jabbed her tongue in his mouth in the same 
fast tempo that he was thrusting his prick in and almost out of her hot, 
clinging, slippery gash. 

Since she was like a firecracker, it didn't take long for him to pump her to 
and through a series of shuddering spasms. During her orgasms she pulled her 
mouth and tongue from his, moaned loudly, clawed at his back and shoulders, 
squeezed tightly with her legs, and jerked and jolted her ass frantically. 

After she'd recovered, his cock was still hard and sturdy and buried deep in 
her wet cuntal channel. He gave her a chance to catch her breath, then began 
fucking her again. She soon picked up the rhythm of his slower strokes and 
told him that he was really quite a man. 

Braced on his hands and arms, not faltering, keeping his pistoning prick 
probing deep, he grinned" and told her that he was just getting started. He 
was telling the truth. He had what he looked upon as his second wind. He 
pronged her through another series of climaxes and still didn't make it 
himself. 

Margo suggested that they try another position. They tried it dog-fashion, 
which Joe enjoyed very much, then she sat on his lap and jiggled up and down 
on his jutting cock. He also enjoyed that very much. They finally got back 
into position with him on top, where she joined him with still another 
orgasm when he blasted off. 

He felt that he should leave, as he didn't want to chance running into hen 
husband, but he decided that it would be stupid to pass up the opportunity 
to become completely satiated for the first time in a long, long while. 

Besides, he wanted to quiz Margo about the cracks that she'd made about 
Helen being gay. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was early evening before Joe arrived home. He'd stopped at a restaurant 
and had dinner, sure that he'd be too late for. the meal at home. He felt as 
if he could go to bed and rest and sleep for a couple of nights and days. By 
himself, as he also felt that he could do without a woman for an equal 
length of time. 

There hadn't been much more talking with the completely uninhibited wife of 
another man. In the tiny shower stall together, and with no protests from 
him, Margo's fiery sexuality had sent his passions soaring once again. 

Margo had retracted her words about his wife, saying that it had just been 
wishful thinking on her part, but he wasn't sure that he believed her. He 
was afraid that she'd just changed her story because she'd seen how upset 
he'd become. 

Even though the seeds of suspicion had been planted in his mind, he still 
hoped that Margo had just been trying to work some kind of a screwy plan to 
introduce Helen to lesbianism. Still, that wouldn't really explain why she 
had mentioned it to him. Margo didn't seem the type not to talk directly to 
Helen if she did have a plan for seduction. 

Tired and confused, feeling a little guilty about the unusual happenings of 
the day, Joe was surprised when he found that Patsy was babysitting with his 
daughter. 

The darling little girl ran to him, her arms held high. As he swung her into 
his arms, and felt the wet kisses on his cheek, he'd never felt more 
unworthy. What kind of a bastard did the baby have for a father? And where 
the hell was the mother? 

As he put his daughter down, and watched her run to Patsy, he put the last 
question into words. The lovely babysitter was seated on the couch, wearing 
her usual skirt and sweater, both black this time. She cuddled the child in 
her arms, and the black outfit made her blondeness even more pronounced. 

"Pam hasn't had her nap today," Patsy said, her eyes and expressions 
serious. "I've been here most of the day, Joe. Helen didn't tell me where 
she was going." 

"Has this happened before, Patsy?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know damned well what I mean," Joe said. "How often have you been 
staying with Pam?" 

"I've been here a few times to sit during the day. Helen goes shopping, I 
guess, and I think I'd better put Pam to bed. She's sleepy and has already 
eaten. Do you want me to fix something for you before I go?" 

"I've already eaten," Joe said, walking to the bar. He wasn't sure that he 
trusted himself with the young girl. Even after all the heated action with 
Margo he still had the desire to touch Patsy. Maybe just to hold her in his 
arms. To kiss her sweet lips would be enough at the moment. 

Joe poured a shot, downed it, and when he turned, Patsy had left with Pam. 
He turned back for another drink, remembering that Patsy had called his wife 
by her first name. She'd always called Helen Mrs. Masterson before. Maybe 
there was something going on between them. Damn! That sexy redhead had him 
thinking like a nut! 

He was still staring at the second shot of Bourbon when he heard Patsy 
return. He'd better call her a cab, he thought. It was too far for the girl 
to walk, even if it wasn't almost dark. He turned as she snapped on the lamp 
near the couch. Once again he admired the way that the light made her blonde 
hair glitter. Her bright blue eyes regarded him gravely. 

"If you want to go out, I'll stay until your wife comes home." 

"You called her Helen a few minutes ago," he said. 

Patsy sat down on the couch. "She told me that since I call you Joe I might 
as well call her Helen. I want you to know I'm sorry I pushed myself at you 
last night." 

Joe left the drink on the bar, made a point of looking only at her pretty 
face, and sat down in a nearby easy chair. "I think I was the one doing the 
pushing," he said. 

"I guess we kind of pushed at each other, Joe." 

He hoped that it didn't turn out that the girl was secretly laughing at him. 
"I went to your apartment today, Patsy. It was silly, I know, but I did go." 

"You talked to my mother? Did she invite you in?" 

"I didn't go in," he said. 

"She's an alcoholic," Patsy said. "The drinking causes her to be quite 
promiscuous, but she doesn't charge for her favors. That's what you thought, 
isn't it?" 

"I guess I did at that." 

"My mother doesn't have anybody except me," Patsy said. "I tell many 
stories, so I don't know what I might have told you before, but my mother 
went all to pieces when my father died. It was his heart, and he was so 
young. I was fourteen. My mother tossed the insurance money away very 
quickly. She started drinking, chasing around, trying to buy her way out of 
her grief, I guess. Some people can't help it if they're weak, can they?" 

Joe managed a smile. "Some would argue that point," he said, looking at the 
drink on the bar. He wasn't sure that he wanted Patsy to continue, but he 
was sure that he shouldn't have anymore to drink. 

"You should stop drinking so much while you're still able, Joe. It'd 
frighten you if you saw my mother when she gets the shakes." 

"I guess it's tough for you," he said. 

"I make out all right," Patsy said. "I have nothing against drinking as long 
as a person can handle it. It's just that the drinking handles my mother." 

"I doubt that I'll become an alcoholic," Joe said. "I guess you're curious 
as to why I went to your apartment." 

"I have a hunch I already know," Patsy said. "If you weren't married, do you 
think I would be too young for you, Joe?" 

He laughed nervously. "I'm afraid I would be too old for you, Patsy, and I 
am married." 

"I don't think age is so important. I'm very mature for my age and you're 
still young. Now I want to tell you how I make enough money to live as well 
as my mother and I do." 

"I'm not sure I want to hear how you make your money," Joe said. 

"I must tell you," Patsy said. "I like you very much and I want you to know. 
I wanted to tell you even before we kissed." 

"I'm listening," he said. 

"You must know that I've been deliberately teasing you, Joe. I've been 
flashing my legs and things like that. When I first started babysitting I 
found that men liked to look at me. I started taking advantage of it. I was 
fairly well-stacked even in those days. Nobody touched me at that age, of 
course." 

"I'm glad to hear that," Joe said, still not sure that he wanted Patsy to go 
on. 

"They did pay me more, though. They also bought nice presents for me. Most 
were expensive presents and I used to sell them to friends. I gave some of 
them to my mother, too." 

Joe didn't know what to say. He was sure that he knew what was coming. He 
wasn't sure that he wanted to hear it. He felt a sudden hate for the 
faceless men. Then he admitted to himself that he was filled with a crazy 
kind of jealousy more than with hatred. Telling himself that he was thinking 
stupid thoughts again, he tried to keep his eyes from going to Patsy's 
lovely bare legs. He failed. 

"Maybe you'd better take the drink, Joe. You look kind of pale. Maybe you'd 
like for me to make some coffee." 

Joe forced a smile. He felt pale. "I don't need anything," he said. "Go on 
with your-your story." 

"As time passed, and I got older, I just about had to let some of the men 
touch me. Nothing serious at first, though. I was a virgin until I was 
seventeen, actually, and I had sex with a young fellow I thought I loved." 

Joe had kept his eyes averted from Patsy's face-and from her body. "You're 
telling me that you just let a man cop a feel now and then? And afterwards 
blackmailed him for money and presents?" 

"You said it as well as I could," Patsy said. "It did finally get to be more 
than that, of course." 

Joe met Patsy's serious blue eyes. "Why are you telling me all this, Patsy?" 

"Because I like you very much. I think I'm even falling in love with you. I 
wanted you to know about me in case something happens between us. You know." 

Getting to his feet, Joe stood there looking at the young blonde girl. He 
wondered if she was just trying to pull a blackmail trick on him. Was this 
her method of hooking her suckers? If it was, she was sure as hell a damned 
fine actress. 

"We'd better get one thing straight, Patsy. If you're trying to work me for 
a profit you've struck out. Helen has already given me permission to do as I 
wish." 

"You know I'm not talking about blackmail, Joe. Have I disgusted you with my 
sordid little story?" 

"I'm not sure," he said. "No, of course not, Patsy. It's just that things 
have been happening so damn fast lately I can't seem to think straight." 

"I'll get some coffee," Patsy said, standing. 

He resisted the impulse to take her into his arms when she walked past him. 
He went to the bar and downed the shot. He'd better be very careful, he 
decided. It wouldn't be fair to Patsy if he allowed things to go any 
further. She seemed to have a crush on him, and he would undoubtedly fuck 
her, but that could be asking for serious trouble. 

What the hell should he do? He'd been wanting the youngster, hadn't he? Yes, 
by damn, and he'd just let things happen. Even after the prolonged fucking 
and sucking sessions with Margo, there wasn't any doubt about his ability to 
make it with Patsy. 

Joe sat back down in the easy chair. Hell, he was a married man, he had a 
sweet little daughter, and Patsy had mentioned love. That could cause 
complications. With Margo it had been only sex, and Helen had even suggested 
he take on the redhead; just as she'd warned him to keep away from the 
babysitter. 

Where was his wife? Sexing it up with some woman? Bullshit! He would have 
known about it if his wife had turned queer. He was wrong there, of course. 
Helen could have been doing just about any damn thing while he worked and he 
wouldn't have known anything about it. 

Maybe that was the way she got her jollies since she'd become so cold toward 
him. She hadn't been cold while he was eating her! For all he knew, Helen 
might have made a pass at Patsy. The two of them could even be going down on 
each other. Christ, he was really thinking like a screwball! 

Patsy returned and put the tray on the low table near the couch. Joe started 
to get up and she told him to sit still. Smiling brightly, she handed him a 
cup of black coffee, saying cream and sugar might make him sick after the 
drinking. 

He thanked her. She sat on the couch again, sipped her coffee, also black, 
and said that she'd learned to like black coffee while helping her mother 
recover from a binge. He remained silent, wondering if he should mention the 
thoughts that he'd had about his wife. 

"You must think I'm a cheap little bitty," Patsy said. "But since I have let 
men have me I thought I'd better tell you about it. I want to always be 
honest with you, Joe." 

"Sometimes it's better not to be too honest," Joe said. "When that, honesty 
might hurt somebody, I mean." 

"You're telling me that you feel hurt? Just how many women have you had? I 
hope you don't think I feel happy when I think about you being in bed with 
your wife." 

Joe grinned. Suddenly the entire situation seemed quite ridiculous to him. 
Also quite hopeless. "I hadn't thought anything about you thinking of me in 
bed with Helen, Patsy." 

Her pretty face slightly flushed, Pasty said, "I've been in so many homes 
I've learned to kind of sense things, Joe. I have the feeling you and Helen 
aren't getting along very well. Am I right?" 

"We've been having some problems," Joe said. "Most married couples do, I 
guess." 

"Do you love her, Joe?" 

"I don't know," he said. "I did love Helen. I was sure of that fact for a 
long time, but right now I just don't know. I'm not one to turn love on and 
off like a water faucet, Patsy." 

"I admire you for that," Patsy said. "I just wanted to let you know how I 
feel. I've never even been this bold before, Joe, but I'm willingly 
available for any ideas you might have." 

Joe felt a tingling sensation race up and down his spine. What he'd been 
wanting so damn much was being offered. Still, he'd better not be too hasty. 
It would be different than it had been with Margo. He knew that a 
relationship with Patsy would be similar to' that that he'd once shared with 
Helen. 

On his part, anyhow, and he didn't think Patsy was the type to settle for 
just a sex session-no matter what she'd done in the past. Maybe he didn't 
have the right to even consider anything serious with her, though. 

She was so young. Her best years were still ahead of her. She should have a 
young guy, an unmarried young fellow without a child. But even as he 
hesitated, and they gazed into each other's eyes, he wondered if he was 
thinking of her best interests or of his own. Maybe he was just afraid of 
getting involved again-afraid of being hurt by love again. 

Before he could make up his mind as to what he was going to say, he heard a 
noise and saw Patsy look toward the front door. He turned his head and saw 
his wife. He felt a sudden sense of relief. The important decision had to be 
postponed. 

Helen had several packages in her arms. "I'm pooped," she said, looking at 
Patsy, then Joe. "Shopping in the crowded stores becomes less fun each time 
I go. Will you take Patsy home, Joe?" 

"I'm just as tired as you are," Joe said, ignoring the hurt look in Patsy's 
bright blue eyes. "The keys to the car are on the table by the door. I'm 
going to bed." 

Joe went upstairs without looking back. When and if he made it with Patsy he 
didn't want it to happen in the car. Nor in her apartment, maybe with her 
drunken, hot-ass mother in the next room. 

Helen's words about shopping and crowded stores had sounded false to him, 
but he told himself that he might not even ask where she had really been. 
He'd be a fine one to ask such a question, after pronging Margo just about 
the entire afternoon. 

He checked on his sleeping daughter, then went to the bed that he knew he'd 
sleep in alone. But he didn't get much rest. He woke up and thought about 
Patsy off and on, all night long. 

* * * 

It was shortly after nine o'clock the next morning when Joe opened his eyes 
and saw Pam standing beside the bed. He smiled and pulled the little girl 
into bed with him. They played for over a half an hour. It was like many 
other Sunday mornings that he had happily enjoyed. 

Until his wife appeared in the doorway. One look at Helen and the memories 
came flooding into his mind. He knew that he was going to quiz his wife 
about her activities, despite the deep sense of guilt that he felt because 
of his sexual acrobatics with Margo. He smiled and told Pam to run along for 
breakfast, that he would be down later. 

"I think we'd better have a little chat," he told his wife, not meeting her 
eyes. "Maybe we can make it a mutual confessing time." 

He had waited until little Pam had scampered from the room. Now he swung 
from the bed, finding when he was on his feet that he had a dull headache 
from the drinking. He sat down on the side of the bed, noticing that his 
pajamas were wrinkled from all the tossing that he'd done the many hours 
that he'd been in bed. 

"What's that crack supposed to mean, Joe? Maybe you have something to 
confess, but I don't. Patsy said it was almost dark when you got home. I 
trust you had a good time. Why didn't you make a night of it?" 

He glared at her. He wondered if he should tell her about Margo. She was 
standing there so cool and calm, dressed in a light summer frock, and maybe 
he could rattle her composure by telling about some of the wild action that 
he'd shared with the redhead. God, but how was he going to find words to 
accuse her of being gay. Half gay, anyway. 

"Next time I will stay away all night, damn you, but I got plenty during the 
day this time. I fucked three hot-ass beauties, if you really want to know, 
and I had a hard-on that just wouldn't go down. I stripped the three young 
girls naked, -lined them up, and pronged them one after the other, each in 
her turn, and then I started over again." 

"I think you'd better watch your step, Joe. Sex is becoming an obsession 
with you, apparently, and I thought we had an agreement. You're free to take 
on as many hot-ass beauties as you can find. Just make sure you don't rape 
me again." 

"If there's anything you want to tell me, Helen, I'll listen and try to 
understand. I think I'm a reasonable man. I'm able to try and reason things 
out, at least, and I think it's time we became perfectly honest with each 
other." 

"What on earth are you talking about?" 

"I was with Margo yesterday, Helen. She's the only hot-ass beauty I fucked." 

Helen arched her eyebrows. "So?" 

"Is that all you have to say?" 

"What do you want me to say? Ask you how it was, how good she was? I'm sure 
you enjoyed yourself with Margo, honey, but I'm not the type to want a 
vicarious thrill, so spare me the details." 

"Margo's tits are really fantastic," Joe said. "That's what I told her when 
she had them wrapped around my hard cock. She seems to think that you would 
enjoy seeing the naked jutting mounds. Have you ever sucked on a woman's 
breasts, Helen? Have you switched over to gay sex?" 

"You're out of your mind!" 

"Maybe you're right about that, but Margo did say that she spotted you as a 
lesbian, and now all I want is a 'yes' or 'no' from you." 

"I absolutely refuse to answer such a question," Helen said. "In fact, I'm 
calling a halt to this silly talk right now." 

"If you aren't gay, you'll give Pam her breakfast, take her next door to 
Mrs. Tate for a couple of hours, and then come to bed for a fucking session. 
I'll even tongue your cunt, as that's the only way you seem to turn on." 

"I have a better idea," Helen said coldly. "You stay home and sit with Pam 
today while I go for a long drive in the country and get some fresh air. 
Lord knows I need it after being subjected to your foul talk." 

Helen turned and left, leaving Joe staring at the spot where she'd been. He 
fell backward on the bed, realizing that he hadn't really learned anything. 
His wife's refusal to answer "yes" or "no" could mean either that she was or 
wasn't finding sexual pleasure with a woman or women. If she'd put a similar 
question to him, wanting to know if he was queer, he might've had the same 
reaction. 

Figuring that Helen wouldn't leave, if she really did go, until he got 
downstairs, Joe went to the bathroom and shaved and showered. When he did 
get downstairs, dressed in slacks and a sport shirt, Helen and Pam were in 
the living room. 

Helen, without looking directly at him, said that she had given Pam 
breakfast and that it might be late when she returned home. He watched in 
silence as his wife hurried out of the house. Pam ran to him and he picked 
her up and carried her into the kitchen, where he placed her at the table 
while he prepared and ate a breakfast of ham and eggs. 

Pam talked constantly, but he paid very little attention to her childish 
chatter. His mind was on the problems that he faced, what he would have to 
endure to stay married to Helen so he could be with his daughter as she grew 
up. God, but he didn't think he could live the kind of married life that his 
wife obviously wanted. 

Over a second cup of coffee, his headache gone, he decided that it wouldn't 
be fair to Pam to spend the day with her while in the mood he was in. He 
thought of Patsy and wondered if she was home, if she was free to take a 
sitting job that day. 

There was one way to find out, he thought, while clearing the table and 
washing the few dishes. If he did catch Patsy at home, and she agreed to 
come, maybe he'd stay right in the house, too, and let his dreams come true. 
If the lovely girl hadn't changed her mind, of course. 

Back in the living room, Joe gave Pam some toys to play with and went to the 
telephone. He hesitated, feeling that he was taking a step that could 
possibly change the course of his entire life, then quickly dialed. His 
present life needed changing, by damn! 

Patsy answered. She seemed happy to hear his voice, and he experienced a 
strange sense of well-being when he heard hers. Maybe he was falling in love 
with the sweet youngster. 

In answer to his question, she said that she'd be glad to sit with Pam. He 
told her to get a cab, that he'd return the fare, plus paying extra because 
it was Sunday. She told him not to be silly, that she'd even sit with Pam 
for free if it meant that was the only way that she could be with the little 
doll. 

He didn't tell her that his wife had left home. He thought he'd wait and see 
if a pleased surprise registered on her pretty face when she discovered that 
fact. He was also looking forward to seeing her reaction when he told her 
that he didn't really need a babysitter. 

Because if she hadn't changed her mind he was going to stay home and take 
her up on her generous offer! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Patsy arrived within a half an hour. She let herself in and Pam went running 
to her, calling her by name three or four times. Joe was sitting on the 
couch. He tossed aside the newspaper that he'd been staring at with unseeing 
eyes. Watching Patsy picking up Pam, and kissing and hugging the happy 
child, he was disappointed to see that Patsy was wearing slacks. He'd been 
booking forward to seeing her lovely legs. 

"My wife has already gone out," he said when Patsy put Pam down. "She took 
the car, the reason I couldn't come after you." 

He was pleased to see the expression on Patsy's face that he'd wanted to 
see. They both watched Pam go back to her toys. Patsy perched her tightly 
encased fanny on the wide arm of an easy chair. 

"Could it be possible that you arranged for us to be together, Joe? I hope 
so!" 

He met the sparkling blue eyes. "It didn't start out that way, Patsy, but I 
don't really have any place to go. I got lonely after Helen left. Will you 
tell me one thing?" 

"Anything," Patsy said softly. 

Joe had meant to ask if the offer of sex was still open, but he noticed Pam 
looking at him. Even very small children had big ears, he knew, and had a 
habit of repeating words that they didn't even understand. He wondered if 
Pam would cry if he put her in her crib. 

"Why are you wearing slacks?" he asked after hesitating for a few moments. 
"That's a silly question, I guess, but I am curious." 

Patsy smiled and glanced at Pam. "I'm sure I know what you really meant to 
ask, Joe, but the reason I'm wearing slacks is because I'm changing my ways. 
Meaning, of course, that I'm through teasing the men in the homes by 
flashing my legs. You approve, don't you?" 

"I guess so," Joe said. "Yes, I do." 

"I haven't changed where you're concerned," Patsy said seriously. "I haven't 
changed my mind, I mean, and I don't think I can just sit here and look at 
you. I want the same thing I know you want and Pam will do just about 
anything to please me. Won't you, darling?" 

While speaking, Patsy had moved quickly and addressed her question to Pam as 
she leaned over and swung the child into her arms. Joe con tinued to remain 
silent, his pulse quickening, as Patsy carried his daughter up the stairs. 
God, he thought, it was finally going to happen with the lovely young girl! 

Patsy returned quickly, saying that Pam had agreed to stay in her crib 
without crying, and Joe was on his feet to meet her. He held out his arms, 
she gave out with a happy little laugh, and moved into his passionate 
embrace. 

Their parted lips met, and he thought dimly that maybe he should be worrying 
about the possible consequences. But he had no time for anything like that 
right then. Maybe later, but not when he was tasting the wonderful 
sweetness, thrilling to her firm young body pressed against his, and 
slipping his hands down along her yielding back and clasping her marvelous 
buttocks. 

They strained together and the kiss lasted and lasted. He probed his tongue 
deep into the moist warmth, then thrilled to the way her hot, slippery 
tongue darted into his mouth. They lashed their tongues together until they 
finally had to pull away for air. 

"Just as wonderful as I thought it would be," Patsy whispered breathlessly. 

"For me, too," Joe said. He grinned. "So far, anyhow!" 

"Right here?" Patsy asked, stepping back as Joe removed his gripping fingers 
from her firm yet yielding ass-flesh. 

Joe was mentally excited, but strangely enough there wasn't the expected 
fire smoldering in his loins. The fact startled him, even scared him in a 
way, but he told himself that he wouldn't fail to get a hard-on in time. He 
was just nervous because he was going to fuck Patsy in his own home and his 
wife could return at any time. 

"Yes," Joe said, lowering his butt down on the couch. "Right here on the 
soft carpet." 

Patsy's fingers lifted to the top button on her white blouse. "I've wanted 
to have you watch me get naked for you for a long, long time, Joe. Do you 
think I'm a brazen hussy?" 

"I think you're a very lovely young girl and that I'm a very lucky man," he 
said, watching as she tossed the blouse aside, then staring at her 
bra-encased titties. 

She freed her breasts. The twin mounds rode high on her chest. They were 
full and round, surprisingly large, and at the same time perky. The tips 
were darker than the rest of the golden flesh. The nipples were already 
erect. Joe was pleased to feel his cock lifting into an erection. 

As Patsy kicked out of her sandals, Joe leaned over and quickly removed his 
shoes and socks. He didn't intend to remove his clothes until Patsy had 
completely revealed her nakedness, but he didn't want to have to do too much 
fumbling around when he did shuck out of his clothes. 

Patsy peeled the tight, curve-hugging slacks from her buttocks and hips and 
down along her legs. When that garment was off she stood there' for a few 
seconds in only brief white panties, a a smile on her pretty face. 

"I haven't had sex with anybody for quite a long time, Joe. I haven't even 
wanted to be with anybody other than you since our brief kiss." 

"You're a healthy girl," he said, grinning, remembering how he'd jacked off 
not so long before after getting a hard-on while looking at her legs and 
day-dreaming. "You must do something to relieve your tensions." 

"Only when absolutely necessary," she said. She laughed. "Which is just 
about every night, I'm afraid!" 

Joe laughed, too, then broke it off when she hooked her fingers in the 
narrow waistband of the thin panties and pushed down. She wriggled her hips 
and ass while getting out of the tight panties. As her pubic hairs appeared, 
like a blonde mat over her exciting triangle, Joe slipped his ass out to the 
very edge of the couch. He decided that he just had to take a taste before 
burying his hard cock in the young pussy. 

When she straightened, her beautiful golden tinged body totally naked, he 
silently motioned for her to move forward. She immediately obeyed. He placed 
one cheek against her lower belly, the warm, smooth flesh, and his chin 
mashed against her soft, silky pubic hairs. He breathed deeply, enjoying the 
heady young female smell, and stroked her sleek ass with one hand and 
trailed the fingers of his other hand along a firm, rounded thigh. 

"OH, JOE, I'M SO HOT!" 

He had meant to delve into her cunt with his tongue while she was standing. 
Hearing her words, he decided he wanted her on her back where he could do a 
better job of oral worship. He pulled his head back, put his hands on her 
gently flared hips, and gave her a little push. 

Patsy twisted sideways and sank down gracefully to the soft and thick 
carpet. Joe followed her down, hoping that she wouldn't tell him to take off 
his clothes. He didn't want to take the time to get undressed before sucking 
on her poking titties and going down on her. He was also afraid that she 
would insist upon being fucked right away if she saw his hard cock. 

Joe suspended himself over Patsy's delightfully nude body and began feasting 
upon her firm, hard-nippled breasts. He tongued and sucked on one big mound, 
and then the other, while his hands roamed all over her slowly squirming 
body. She moaned with pleasure, stroked his head with her fingers, and told 
him that she had very sensitive nipples. 

He spent a little more time lavishing his attentions on the spiked tips, 
enjoying himself to the utmost, then trailed down across her flat trembling 
belly with his moistly parted lips and darting tongue, telling himself that 
he'd let her know that he also had very sensitive nipples. 

Her golden flesh was flawless. He jabbed his tongue around and in her dainty 
shallow navel, then continued on down to her blonde, curly pubic hairs. He 
skirted around the short hairs and the delectable pussy, and Patsy lifted 
and parted her knees so that he could get at her sleek, satiny inner thighs. 

He kissed and licked her inner thighs, able to tell by her reactions that 
she'd had her twat tongued before. Realizing that he really didn't know much 
about her sexual desires and habits, he wondered just how uninhibited she 
really was. 

He kind of hoped that she'd never sucked a cock, although he wanted her to 
take his in her mouth before they called a halt to the blissful session that 
was just getting started. 

"I think I might cum even before you reach your target, Joe!" 

He lifted his face and met her passion-filmed blue eyes. "The object is to 
make you cum as many times as possible, baby, you know that." 

She didn't say anything. She closed her eyes, clamped her perfect upper 
teeth down over her full lower lip, and lifted her squirming ass inches from 
the carpet. He used his fingers to make sure that there weren't any hairs 
covering the hot, smooth, slightly moist slit. Then he lowered his face, 
mashed his mouth against her cunt, and slithered his tongue between the 
sweet pussy lips. 

Patsy gasped and lurched upward even higher. Joe probed his tongue as deep 
into the hot, clinging cuntal flesh as he could and slipped his hands around 
and under and grasped her resilient asscheeks. She settled her butt down on 
his hands and writhed heatedly as he tongue-fucked her fast and furiously. 

He heard her cry out as she began to cum uncontrollably. Her fingers 
clutched at his hair and her thighs clamped tightly against his smoothly 
shaven cheeks. He kept bobbing his head and jabbing his tongue deep into her 
clinging cunt, but he didn't search out her quivering clitoris. He wanted to 
make her climax a second time before jamming his stiff cock into her 
succulent snatch, and lapping her clit would undoubtedly do the trick. 

When she suddenly went limp and removed her fingers from his hair, he probed 
higher with his tongue and made contact with her clit. The erect organ was 
just about the same size as Helen's, he thought dimly-the perfect size that 
he'd always preferred. 

Patsy hunched upward when Joe jabbed his tongue around and around the tense, 
slippery nub, and her entire body seemed to vibrate. He managed to get his 
lips in on the thrilling oral act and sucked greedily while he lapped with 
his tongue. 

She cried out again and her fingers returned to his head, digging into his 
scalp, and she ground her pussy and silky-soft cuntal hairs against his 
face. He sucked and lapped her passion-button furiously as she spasmed 
again, the tangy sweet taste of her secretions making his hard cock jerk and 
tremble against his clothes. 

He kept his mouth and tongue in action until her passion had simmered down, 
then lifted his head when she removed her hands. Her eyes were closed, her 
lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily, her lovely breasts lifting 
and falling as she inhaled and exhaled. 

He lifted and pulled back from between her long legs to remove his clothes. 
On his haunches, he began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on her flushed 
face. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. She opened her eyes and smiled 
happily. He grinned and slipped his shirt off. 

"That was out of this world, Joe! You really sent me on a blissful trip to 
never-never land!" 

"That's what I tried my best to do," he said. 

"I don't mind telling you that I also took a blissful trip while lapping 
your tasty cunt, baby." 

"I'm glad," she said. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, I mean, and I'm very 
pleased that you're willing to perform cunnilingus. Oh, Joe, it's so big! 
I'm not sure I can take it!" 

Joe had shoved his slacks and shorts down and off, then got back between 
Patsy's parted legs on his knees. He glanced down at his huge thrusting, 
throbbing cock. 

"You must know it's just a matter of adjustment, Patsy. Don't worry. I'll 
take it slow and easy-" he smiled "-unless you want to call the whole deal 
off." 

"I'm not about to call anything off," Patsy said. "I want to feel you, your 
big penis, inside me, darling." 

The term of endearment made Joe feel damned good. He wasn't capable of 
giving out with the sweet-talk much himself, but it'd always added greatly 
to his pleasure to hear a sex partner use such language. He suddenly hoped 
that Patsy would become far more than a mere sex partner, though. He and 
Helen had somehow lost their love for each other and he needed to love and 
be loved. 

"I'm ready, Joe. I think I've been waiting for you to-to do me most of my 
life." 

"You can speak more plainly than that, baby. Just what am I going to do to 
you?" 

"YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME," she said. "AND I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK!I 

"I think everything's going to work out just fine," Joe said, moving closer 
and aiming his pulsing, poking prick at the slit still wet with his saliva. 

He saw that Patsy had closed her eyes and was apparently gritting her teeth. 
Realizing that she really hadn't ever had a cock as big as his, he cautioned 
himself to take it easy, suddenly hoping that he wouldn't lose control and 
shoot off too quickly. Which was a possibility, he thought. Because it was 
usually difficult to hold back the first time with any female and Patsy 
wasn't just any female. She was a sweet, adorable young girl that he was 
almost sure he truly loved. 

Patsy didn't make a move to do the guiding, so Joe placed the blunt end of 
his hard cock between the slightly puffy cuntal lips, gave a little shove, 
and the swollen crown slipped in. Patsy gave a little gasp, and he gritted 
his teeth, holding himself so that only the blood-engorged cockhead was 
embedded in the tight depth.. 

Opening her eyes, Patsy smiled weakly. "PUSH ON IN, DARLING. I ALREADY FEEL 
STUFFED, BUT I WANT ALL OF YOUR GIANT COCK BURIED IN ME." 

"In your what?" he asked, stalling, fighting for control. 

"IN MY CUNT," she said softly. Then, louder, "IN MY STEAMING CUNT!" 

God, but her pussy was hot and tight, he thought, as he slowly shoved his 
big hard prick on into the yielding flesh and lowered his chest down onto 
her thrusting, taut-tipped titties. Patsy let out a little moan, but she 
didn't lift up to hurry the pronging process. 

Finally, balls deep, Joe continued to fight for control as he thrilled to 
the hot flesh surrounding his rigid rod. His face was next to Patsy's 
smooth, warm cheek, and when he was sure that he wasn't going to shoot his 
load right away, he left his throbbing erection buried in the clinging 
flesh, lifted his upper body, and braced himself on his hands and arms. 

Patsy's eyes were open and blazing, her full, red lips were parted, and Joe 
wondered if she'd protest when he kissed her. Because he was going to mash 
his mouth, still wet with her juices, against her sweet mouth as a kind of 
test. He wanted her to be as uninhibited in the sex department as he was, 
because he didn't want to get hooked on another female like his wife. 

Again lowering his chest against the jutting, hard-nippled titties, Joe 
slipped his hands down along Patsy's smooth sides and gripped her hips with 
his fingers. She closed her eyes again and he felt her inner flesh twitch 
around his stiff shaft. He felt that he had himself under control, even 
though he hadn't made the first stroke. 

He slowly lowered his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue between her soft 
lips, making contact with her teeth and running his tongue back and forth 
across the smooth surface. He then lifted his ass until only his enlarged 
cockhead remained enclosed in her encircling cunt. 

She made a little thrust upward, put her arms around his neck, and he drove 
his stiff cock back down into her clinging cunt just as far as it would go. 
She gasped and he shoved his tongue into her hot mouth. 

She began sucking on his tongue and returning his passionate kiss. She also 
moved along with him when he started fucking her with slow and steady 
thrusts. She rotated her ass and arched upward in counterthrusts and he 
sucked her slippery tongue into his mouth. 

The idea that he was actually fucking the lovely teenager, and that they 
were taking turns sucking on each other's tongues after he'd gone down on 
her, was almost as thrillingly exciting for Joe as the wondrous physical 
pleasure might be. He didn't think that he'd ever enjoyed himself more, not 
even the first time that he'd had sex with Helen. 

After a minute or so they had to break the feverish, tongue-sucking kiss so 
that they could get some air. Joe noticed that Patsy's eyes were still 
closed, and that her pretty features were contorted with passion, before he 
buried his face beside hers. 

Knowing that Patsy was nearing a climax, and that he couldn't last all that 
much longer, Joe rode high as he pumped, wanting to make contact with her 
clitoris with his pistoning shaft so that he could give her that much more 
pleasure. 

He quickened the tempo of his rhythmic thrusts and she matched the new pace. 
She also wrapped her long legs around his waist. He slipped his hands on 
under and grasped her wriggling buttocks. She started hunching faster, then 
suddenly went wild. 

Just about all Joe could do was hold on as Patsy bucked and lurched her way 
to a spasmodic orgasm. She suddenly went tense, then shuddered violently for 
all of thirty seconds before her lovely body went limp. Her arms continued 
to hug his neck tightly, though, even as her legs unwrapped from around his 
waist. 

Joe continued to hold his hard cock deep, wanting to pump his way to a 
climax, but wishing to wait until she could join him for a mutual finish. He 
lifted his upper body when Patsy took her arms from around his neck. 

"Wonderful," she whispered. "Wonderful, wonderful! You didn't cum! You're 
still hard!" 

"My cock is," he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "You're really 
pretty hot stuff, aren't you?" 

"I think we're about evenly matched on that score," she said. "Do you feel 
that?" 

"You'd better believe it," he said, thrilling to the way that her cunt 
muscles were contracting around his throbbing organ. "You're quite young to 
be able to snap like that." 

"I've had some practice, honey. Let's not get jealous of people in our past, 
even though I hate the thought of you doing this to your wife and no telling 
how many other females." 

"They all become as nothing compared to you," he said teasingly, not sure 
that he was really kidding. 

"You talk nice,-too," she said, smiling. "I'm ready for another go if you 
are." 

Since she'd continued to work her inner muscles around his rigid cock, he 
was glad to hear her words. He began humping her again, slowly and steadily, 
hoping that he could build her up to another orgasm before he blasted off so 
that there would be a simultaneous climax. 

After a couple of minutes of steady pronging, with Patsy meeting each 
thrust, Joe was right on the brink of shooting off. He was glad when he 
heard Patsy say that she was just about to melt. He began fucking faster and 
groaned as he felt the love juice gathering to start the mad dash out 
through his throbbing cock. 

She pulled his mouth to hers and they kissed feverishly as he really slammed 
the meat to her. Then, as his entire body tensed and his cock began to jerk 
spasmodically, spurting gob after gob of hot semen into Patsy's clasping 
cunt, she jerked her mouth and tongue from his and cried out that she was 
cumming. 

They kept on fucking until his cock began to go limber. She stopped moving 
when he stopped and he rolled until they were both on their sides so that he 
wouldn't hurt her with his weight. Still joined together by his cock, even 
though it was almost completely soft, they rested in silence for a few 
minutes. 

Then Patsy said, "I love you, Joe. I know that for sure now. Don't say 
anything. Not now. Just think it over and make up your mind how you feel 
about me. Take an hour, a day, a week-just be very sure, though, because if 
we do decide to make a life together I want it to be for keeps." 

Joe did want time to think, so he remained silent. Patsy pulled away, got to 
her feet, and went to the bathroom. Joe turned over on his back, stared at 
the ceiling, and decided that he wouldn't be too hasty. He did want Patsy, 
he was sure that he loved her, but he was also sure that he could never give 
up his daughter. If he could just figure out a way to have Patsy and Pam 
both he would probably leave Helen that very day. 

Patsy soon returned, her golden skin still damp, and he knew that she'd 
taken a shower. He figured that she'd used one of Helen's rubber bathing 
caps, because her blonde hair wasn't wet. She kneeled near his loins and 
looked at his limp cock. She had a washcloth in one hand. She leaned over 
and began cleaning his prick with the wet, warm cloth. She was quite 
awkward, but he didn't say anything. 

Within a few seconds his cock was thrusting stiffly again. Pasty tossed the 
washcloth aside, but her gaze remained fixed upon the hard evidence of his 
renewed arousal. Her fingers had felt strangely cool the few times that 
they'd actually touched his meat while she was using the washcloth. 

Still on her knees, Patsy put one hand out and wrapped her fingers around 
Joe's stiff shaft. She made a few up-and-down strokes with her clenched 
fingers, but when he hunched up into her fist she let go of his hard cock 
and pulled her hand back. 

"It may surprise you to hear that I've never touched a penis with my hands 
before, Joe. Hard or otherwise. You put the big thing in, you know, and I 
guess I was silly, but I always wanted to save some sexual experiences to 
share with the man I knew I really cared for." 

Joe was surprised. He could think of no reason not to believe her, and 
assumed that she'd never sucked a cock. He'd thought that she was getting 
ready to go down on him while she'd been using the washcloth, and he still 
wanted her to, but he decided that he'd keep his mouth shut. He had the 
feeling that she wanted to experiment, anyhow-and that she eventually 
would-so it would be better to kind of let her find her own way. 

"Just how long is it, Joe?" 

"My cock? Nine inches the last time I measured it in the state it's in now. 
I was seventeen at the time and I'll admit I was proud of its size." 

"I would imagine," Patsy said, her eyes still on the object of the 
discussion. "I understand from reading that six inches is about average. I 
know that the few men, and a couple of boys, I've been with only had about 
six inches." 

"Most of them must have gone down on you," Joe said. "I could tell you'd had 
previous experience, I mean, and you sure as hell liked it." 

She glanced at his face and smiled. "I was supposed to like it, wasn't I? 
Yes, most of the men settled for that. They tried to get me to return the 
favor, of course, but I always refused. I'll admit I was curious, and even 
seriously considered giving it a try a few times, but J felt that curiosity 
wasn't enough. I think there should be a real desire before trying anything 
of a sexual nature." 

"I'll have to agree with that," Joe said, wondering if he should ask whether 
she'd ever had sex with another female. In the passive role, of course, as 
he couldn't picture her eating pussy. 

Patsy put her hand out and wrapped her fingers around Joe's hard, jutting 
cock again. 

"Your cock fascinates me, Joe. It's so hard and hot and smooth. I can feel 
it throbbing. Does your wife suck it?" 

"She has," he said. "She seemed to enjoy it very much until one time she 
told me to let the stuff fly. I did, she didn't like it, and she stupidly 
blamed me for what she'd asked for. How do you masturbate, Patsy? I mean, 
what methods do you use?" 

"My fingers mostly, and by concentrating on my clit, but I did find an 
artificial penis among my mother's things a few weeks ago. I've been 
practicing with it. That's how I was able to clamp down and work on this big 
thing when you had it in me. I read a book where it told about some females 
being able to use their inner muscles to increase the pleasure for the man. 
I thought I'd get ready for the husband I'm going to have some day. How did 
I do?" 

"You did just fine," he said, grinning. He put his hand on her nearest hip 
and caressed the satiny skin. "It's called snapping, baby." 

"I know," she said, still looking at his cock, still moving her fist up and 
down on the hard flesh and gristle in slow short strokes. "How do you 
masturbate?" 

He laughed. "With my fist! Something like you're doing now, really, and the 
other evening I got a throbbing hard-on while looking at your lovely legs 
and day-dreaming and had to take off to beat my meat." 

"While you were waiting for your wife? You should have said something. I 
could have at least given you a hand-job. I got that expression out of a 
book, too." 

"You must read a lot," he said, moving his hand up to her nearest breast. He 
rubbed the nipple with his fingers and it jumped to attention. He rolled the 
hard tip between his thumb and forefinger. "You like?" 

"God, yes! I usually start out playing with my nipples when I'm in the mood 
to masturbate. Right now, with you doing that to my nipple, it feels like 
little electric shock waves racing back and forth between it and my crotch." 

"Your cunt," he said. 

"Yes, my cunt, honey, and it's funny, but I don't feel at all embarrassed 
talking to you like this." 

"You shouldn't," he said. "I don't want you to be, I mean, because there's 
no room for embarrassment where sex is concerned. My nipples are very 
sensitive, too. Do you think you could work up a desire to tongue them?" 

"Very easily," she said, smiling broadly and tightening her grip on his 
pulsating prick. "And I think I'm getting a desire to taste this great big 
beautiful cock!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Joe stopped stimulating Patsy's hard nipple and she let go of his erect 
cock. Reluctantly, it seemed to him, and he almost wished that he'd remained 
silent. He had a feeling that she'd been just about to go all out with the 
oral experimentation. 

Seconds later he was glad that he'd mentioned his sensitive nipples, though. 
Because Patsy began tonguing and sucking the pebble-hard nubs and that form 
of pleasure rated right up there with a blow-job and even an actual piece of 
ass. 

Rippling waves of ecstasy flowed between them and his heavy balls and 
throbbing cock. He had an idea that if Patsy were to keep on with her lavish 
oral attentions long enough the hot cream would come spurting out of his 
poking prick without it even being touched. 

Patsy stretched a nipple out a fraction of an inch with her tightly clamped 
lips, then lifted her face, her blue eyes glittering. "Am I doing all right, 
honey?" 

"You're doing just fine," he said, grinning. "As if you'd been doing it all 
your life." 

"Instinct has a lot to do with it," she said seriously. She stuck her tongue 
out at him. "Besides, I'm just doing what I like to have done to me!" 

She went back to kissing, tonguing, and sucking his stiff nipples., She did 
pause long enough to tell him that she liked the fact that he didn't have a 
lot of hair on his chest. Helen, and many other females, had told him the 
same thing. He guessed the he was just lucky enough to get women who didn't 
like overly-hairy men. 

Or girls, he corrected himself, stroking Patsy's silky-soft blonde hair. 
Because even if Patsy did have the body of a woman, the mind and desires of 
a woman, she was still just a teenager. He still wasn't sure that he had the 
right to be with her. She'd made the decision, though, and he'd be a damn 
fool to seriously question his good fortune. 

Patsy again lifted her face. "I'm ready," she said softly. "It's a desire, 
not just curiosity, and I also want to give you all the pleasure possible." 

He was staring at her moist parted lips. "Be my guest," he said, smiling, 
telling himself that he wouldn't go off in her mouth. He sure as hell didn't 
want the same thing to happen to her that had happened to Helen. 

Patsy moved until she was on her knees between Joe's legs. She took a tight 
grip on the thick base of his jutting cock. 

"I've read many times about females performing fellatio, including very 
vivid and exciting descriptions, but maybe you should give me some pointers, 
Joe." 

"Just let your desire be your guide, baby, and feel free to stop if you 
change your mind and the act starts turning you off." 

Her pretty face flushing, Patsy leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the 
blunt end of his thrusting rod. Then, seeming to make up her mind in a 
hurry, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his swollen cockhead with one 
swift motion. He gasped and managed with an all-out effort to keep from 
lurching upward and driving his prick deeper into the encircling heat. 

Patsy simply held the big knob in her hot, moist mouth and then began to 
slowly move her slippery tongue over and around his cockhead, and it was 
obvious to Joe that it was the first time that she'd had a cock in her sweet 
mouth. He was glad of that, even though he knew that it wasn't any of his 
business as to what she'd done before being intimate with him. 

She began to suck while laving the hard meat with her tongue. She put her 
other hand down and cupped his balls, while her squeezing fingers began to 
move slowly up and down his stiff, throbbing shaft. 

Joe was glad that he had ejaculated so recently. Even so, he had to 
concentrate on holding back during the first minute or two. Patsy soon lost 
her awkwardness, proving to Joe's satisfaction that the intimate oral act 
was just as natural as ordinary sexual intercourse. She began sucking with 
gusto, taking more and more hard flesh and muscle into her hot, wet oral 
cavity. 

He could see her cheeks bulging at first, but when she began taking the 
glans deep in her throat, and bobbing her head faster, her swirling blonde 
hair blocked his view. He thrilled to the wondrous sensation, happy that 
Patsy was proving to be so uninhibited, safe in the knowledge that he could 
last and last, despite the special pleasure that he was experiencing due to 
the fact that she was a novice. 

He didn't touch her with his hands. He didn't want to influence her one way 
or the other. She knew that there eventually would be a spurting finish if 
she sucked long enough, and he might as well go ahead and find out if his 
final explosive moments would turn her off. 

Patsy suddenly lifted her mouth and tongue from his cock. "I like to do 
this, honey. It's great, really, but I'm afraid my jaws will need some rest 
now and then. Before I'll be able to make you cum, I mean." 

"There's no hurry," he said, feeling a surge of excitement because she 
apparently meant to go all the way. "Please don't blame me or get angry if 
it turns out that you've made a mistake." 

"I could never blame you for anything, Joe. "And I'm sure I love you and 
your big cock too much to get very angry with you about anything." 

Patsy ducked her head down again and took a goodly portion of his 
saliva-coated cock into her mouth and throat. As her head bobbed up and down 
rhythmically, he could even feel her throat muscles working around his glans 
on each downward movement. 

She was a fast learner, that was for sure, and he knew that that was because 
she was truly enjoying herself. That made it even better for him, of course, 
and he started concentrating on giving her a searing hot load of cream 
instead of holding it back. 

He was well on his way to a climax when she stopped sucking again. She said 
that she had to rest her jaws, then asked if it'd take much longer for him 
to cum. He told her that it wouldn't take him more than a couple of minutes. 

"I'm balanced practically on the brink just from sucking your lovely cock, 
Joe, so don't be surprised if you see me jerking through an orgasm." 

"Let me help you, baby. Twist your lovely fanny around here where I can get 
my hands on you." 

Patsy quickly complied, keeping a firm grip on his glistening cock while 
making the move, but removing her other hand from his testicles. He caressed 
her sleek ass when the delightful flesh was within reach. He started to tell 
her to straddle his head so that they could do a sixty-nine, but since he 
had yet to explore her pussy with his fingers he remained silent. 

She started blowing him again and moved her ass into a position where he 
could easily get his hand to her crotch. He caressed the furry mound, the 
moist slit, then pushed his middle finger into the wet gash. 

The heat was even terrific to his finger, the hot flesh clasping and 
clinging. He poked around in the palpitating channel, careful not to be too 
rough on the tender tissues, and Patsy sucked his cock even more greedily 
while clamping down with her cuntal muscles. He knew that she was steaming, 
just about to melt, so he soon pushed his finger to her clit and began 
directly stimulating that enlarged, slippery bump of sensitive flesh. 

She began hunching along with his active finger, then tensed, shuddered, and 
pulled her sucking mouth from his throbbing tool. He kept rubbing her 
clitoris until she stopped climaxing. 

"You did it as well as I could myself, honey! Did I stop sucking at the 
wrong time? Could you have cum? I was afraid I might bite your cock while I 
was creaming." 

"I'm getting close, but I couldn't have blasted off right then," he said, 
pulling his finger from her succulent snatch. "I don't think we have to 
worry about you biting my cock, baby. You're already quite an expert 
cocksucker and your instinct or whatever would probably keep you from doing 
harm with your teeth. Does the fact that I called you a cocksucker bother 
you?" 

"Not at all. I'm proud of being able to give you pleasure with my mouth, 
darling." 

"Get back between my legs and blow me all the way off," he said, suddenly 
making up his mind. "It's important that we both find out what your reaction 
will be when I do climax." 

Patsy silently swung around until her knees were again between Joe's legs. 
She took his big cockhead into her mouth, twirled her tongue around and 
around, and began greedily sucking. He groaned with pleasure, arched upward 
and drove his throbbing cock deeper into the encircling heat, and let his 
passion freely soar toward the roaring crest. 

Since Joe had made up his mind to cum, and even helped mentally to hasten 
the final explosive moments, it didn't take long for his churning sperm to 
leave his heavy balls and surge upward through his throbbing prick. Patsy 
seemed to sense the imminent ejaculation, or else felt the telltale 
pulsation, because she paused for a moment, then sucked with even more 
avidity. 

Despite the wondrous ecstasy, Joe had presence of mind enough to keep his 
hands from going to her bobbing head, her swirling hair. He didn't want her 
to feel the slightest degree of pressure on his part, and he thought a 
little wildly that he wouldn't get angry if she pulled her greedy mouth from 
his cock when it began spurting. 

Patsy didn't falter. She even pushed down until his glans were buried deep 
in her throat when his cock jerked spasmodically and his semen spewed forth. 
He could feel and see her gulping and swallowing. He couldn't keep from 
hunching a little as the hot cream kept gushing. She moved her mouth up 
until only the head was enclosed, but she kept right on sucking until he 
knew that the last drop had been drained. And his prick was soft and limber 
before she finally let it slip out of her mouth. 

She licked her wet lips, and her passion-glazed eyes met his. "If it's 
possible, I love you even more now, darling! Did you know that I was having 
an orgasm at the same time?" 

"I suspected as much," he said, smiling, suddenly wondering if he would be 
able to keep up with the young girl if they did manage to turn it into a 
permanent relationship. 

"I think I've had enough for the present, Joe. Until your big beauty gets 
hard again, anyhow! Maybe we had better get dressed and get Pam. I promised 
the sweet child I wouldn't leave her alone for very long." 

Pleased, as well as sexually satisfied for the moment, Joe agreed that they 
should bring his daughter back downstairs. Patsy finished dressing first. He 
was sitting on the couch putting on his socks. She told him that she'd go 
get Pam. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He grabbed her 
and turned it into a passionate kiss. She returned the tongue-probing kiss, 
then pulled away, and ran across the room and up the stairs. 

Joe, already looking forward to their next session, and yet not resenting 
the fact that they didn't have complete privacy, held out his arms when 
Patsy brough his daughter downstairs. Pam ran to him and he cuddled her on 
his lap. Patsy sat down in an easy chair, her expression and her eyes 
serious. 

Stalling, figuring that Patsy was ready for some serious talk, and maybe 
some serious planning, Joe played and laughed with his daughter. Finally, 
deciding that there would have to be talk sooner or later, he put Pam down 
and she ran to play with her toys. 

"Let's have a cup of coffee," he said, looking at Patsy and getting to his 
feet. "In the kitchen, I mean." 

"All right," Patsy said, standing, then following him. 

He sat at the table while she got the coffee. She sat across from him, and 
they were both silent for a few minutes while they sipped the hot coffee. 
Finally, wishing that he wasn't so damned wishy-washy, but telling himself 
that he had a right to be worried about Helen, simply because she was his 
wife, and because she was the mother of his daughter, he broke the silence. 

"Where do we go from here, Patsy? What are we going to do about-well, about 
us?" 

"What do you want to do?" Patsy's voice was low and calm. "I love you more 
than ever now, but I know you have a wife and child to consider. I'm willing 
to let things work themselves out. Don't worry about anything." 

Joe hoped that his relief wasn't too obvious. He could postpone any decision 
until some future time, he was still married and had his daughter, and he 
could undoubtedly see and have Patsy whenever he was in the mood. 

"I guess I'm an awfully weak person," he said. "I don't know what to do." 

Patsy smiled. "Don't do anything, Joe. Just let it ride for now. Things have 
a way of working out, you know." 

"Have you ever been with a woman, Patsy? Have you ever had sex with a 
female?" 

She stared. "What causes you to ask such a question?" 

"I have a good reason," he said. "I think I have, at least. Anyway, I have 
an idea that Helen goes for the gay stuff and I thought she might've made a 
pass at you." 

"Not with actions or words," Patsy said after a short silence. "I've noticed 
her giving me hoteyed looks when she didn't think I was paying any 
attention, though. And, yes, I have had sex with a woman. Just one, and it 
was a short, onesided affair. One of the housewives I was sitting for got 
the hots for me and I guess I felt sorry for her. As well as being curious. 
Anyway, I let her go down on me. I enjoyed it, but not enough to give over 
to her desires again, and I certainly didn't want to take the aggressive 
role. Are you disgusted with me?" 

"I don't think so," Joe said. "No, I'm not disgusted, Patsy. Maybe if I 
thought that Helen had only been passive with another woman I'd feel 
differently about her." 

Patsy didn't say anything and Joe found himself telling about Margo, what 
they'd done, and what the redhead had said about being sure that Helen went 
all-out for gay sex. 

"I can sure understand why you're so upset," Patsy said, shortly after he'd 
finished telling more than he felt he should have. "Finding that you might 
have a gay or bisexual wife must be quite shocking, I mean, but don't you 
think you're also angry because you feel it's somehow a reflection on your 
manhood?" 

"I hadn't really thought much about that before, but I guess you're right." 

"The most important thing-is for you to do what's best for your sweet little 
daughter, Joe. I'm selfish enough to know what I want you to decide, but I'm 
going to try and not put any pressure on you. When you make up your mind let 
me know, honey. Now I think I'd better fix the three of us some lunch." 

Watching the pretty and shapely young girl bustling around the kitchen, Joe 
knew that he'd gladly marry her if he could divorce Helen and get custody of 
Pam. Again he felt helpless as he thought of the words that he'd already 
exchanged with his wife. He knew that Patsy could and would take care of his 
child as well as Helen and he wished that there was a way that he could give 
her the chance. 

Patsy soon had soup and sandwiches ready, with milk for Pam, coffee for 
herself, and a beer, at his request, for Joe. Pam ate well, despite her 
almost constant childish chatter, and when she had finished eating she 
volunteered the information that she was ready for her nap. 

Patsy suggested that Joe take his daughter upstairs while she cleaned the 
kitchen. He did, and Pam was almost asleep before he had carried her up the 
stairs. He placed her in the crib and watched until she was sound asleep, 
once again telling himself that he could never leave his baby no matter what 
happened. 

When Joe got back downstairs Patsy was in the living room, sitting on the 
couch. She wore nothing except a broad smile. Her clothes were stacked 
neatly on the low table. 

"I am a brazen bitch, aren't I?" 

"You're a lovely one," he said, grinning, quickly moving forward, and 
dropping to his knees between her parted legs. He parted the smooth vaginal 
lips with his fingers. They were already moist. Without taking his eyes from 
the exciting sight, he slowly moved his face forward, breathing in the 
delectable fragrance, moving his hands to her softly rounded hips when she 
began shoving her ass closer to the edge of the couch. 

His opened mouth covered the soft smooth slit, the warm pink flesh, and he 
heard her give a little gasp. He just kissed and nuzzled for a few seconds, 
until he felt her hands on his head, then he shoved his tongue into the hot 
and moist crevice. 

Her fingers started digging into his scalp and he slipped his hands on 
around and clasped her sleek buttocks. She started squirming and thrusting 
forward, and he went to her clitoris with his tongue. That slippery organ 
was stiffly erect. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and he dimly 
heard the moans from above. Her firm thighs clamped tightly against his 
cheeks, then parted until she was open to him fully. He thrilled to the 
power that he was exercising over her wonderful body. 

He pressed deeper, getting his lips in on the action, and sucked while 
lapping rhythmically with his tongue until she shuddered through a spasmodic 
release.. He kept right on until she stopped digging her fingers and removed 
her hands from his head. Then he lifted his face and found himself gazing 
into her passion-filmed blue eyes. 

"I wish we could be together forever and ever," she said softly. 

"Forever's a long time," he said, getting to his feet to remove his clothes. 
His cock had been straining for freedom since he'd dropped to his knees. 

She watched while he shucked out of his clothes, then held out her arms. He 
moved forward and she grabbed the base of his hard cock with the fingers of 
one hand and began to fondle his heavy balls with her other hand. She seemed 
fascinated by the way that his stones rolled around inside the sac. 

"I want to learn to be as good at this as that Margo person," she said, her 
breath warm against the end of his turgid rod. 

"You already are," he said. "I enjoy your attentions more, I mean, because 
we have something more than sex involved." 

"That's music to my ears," she said, looking up at his face. "You haven't 
told me what I want to hear, you know." 

"You know how I feel, baby. I'm not one for the mushy talk, I'm afraid." 

"I just want to take a taste now," she said, her eyes back on his poking 
prick. "To make sure I enjoyed myself as much as I remember." 

Patsy did cut the sucking session short. Joe was glad, because he was eager 
to bury his cock in her cunt again, to make sure that he'd enjoyed fucking 
her as much as he remembered. 

When Patsy did pull her mouth from his thrusting cock, and drop her hands 
from it and his nuts, she looked up at his face and said, "I never dreamed 
sucking a cock would be so pleasant and thrilling, darling. Maybe I should 
have tried it a long time ago. Not that I'll have anything to do with 
another one until you make up your mind about us." 

"You said something about not putting any pressure on me," he said. 

"I didn't really mean it that way!" 

He wasn't sure that he believed her, but he didn't blame her if she had 
tried to apply a little pressure. She was really being a good sport about 
the whole deal. She was a wonderful person, along with her delightful 
physical charms, and he'd be a lucky bastard to get her for a wife. 

Taking a few steps backward, he told her that it had been a long time since 
he'd showed off the strength in his legs. She understood. She got to her 
feet and when he put his hands on her hips and lifted she gave a little 
leap, scissoring her legs around his waist and clasping her fingers behind 
his neck. 

Slipping his hands around and under to her firm asscheeks, he lowered her 
slowly and carefully, failing to suppress a little moan of pleasure as her 
clinging, clasping' cuntal flesh encompassed his thrusting, throbbingly hard 
cock. The sensation was even better than he remembered, if that were really 
possible, he thought, as Patsy mashed her parted lips to his. 

He moved her up and down on his rigid shaft a few times while they kissed 
passionately, then pulled his mouth away and held her firmly in place as her 
inner muscles clamped around his hard meat. 

"I'm going to take you up to my bedroom and bed," he said. "I wish we could 
share my bed from now on." 

She silently placed her cheek against his neck, and he didn't have any 
trouble carrying her up the stairs, with his hard cock buried balls deep in 
her quivering cunt. On the bed, with him on top, they fucked long and 
blissfully. He lost count of the many times that she spasmed. He didn't 
climax, even though he came very close to shooting off a few times during 
her shuddering orgasms, and when she finally said that she had to rest he 
left his stiff prong buried deep and braced on his hands and arms. 

"What if Helen came home and caught us like this, Joe?" 

"Maybe it would be a good thing if she did," he said. "Maybe she would 
consent to a divorce. But, even if she did, she wouldn't let me have Pam." 

"I have a feeling things will eventually work out the way we want them to," 
Patsy said. "Hey, I'll bet if your wife really has turned gay she would be 
jealous for the wrong reason if she caught us sexing it up!" 

"If she really goes all-out for the lesbian stuff she'd sure as hell want 
you, all right." 

Patsy remained silent for a few seconds, as if lost in thought, then said, 
"Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can, honey. How about taking a shower 
together? In my erotic fantasies, while masturbating, that was always one of 
my favorite scenes." 

Saying that he liked the idea, Joe withdrew his hard cock from her soft cunt 
and they went to the bathroom holding hands. Patsy put on a plastic cap to 
protect her hair and they got into the shower stall together. They soaped 
each other, then rinsed, and he didn't think that he missed kissing very 
many square inches of her wet body. She then took a turn kissing his body, 
and he was able to let her suck on his hard cock until she got tired. 

They dried each other with the same towel, then returned to the bed and 
spent the greater part of the afternoon naked and on the bed, giving and 
receiving sexual pleasures in an unrestrained and uninhibited manner. 

At one point he told her that he loved her, using the three important words, 
"I love you," that she wanted to hear, and after she'd expressed great 
happiness they turned end for end and engaged in a sixty-nine. 

Clutching each other's asses, they turned the thrilling event into a long 
drawn-out affair. Without words, they managed to keep each other informed as 
to how they were progressing, so they were able to bring each other to the 
very brink of a climax time after wonderful time. 

They'd pull away from each other's mouths, as he could tell when to stop and 
let her keep herself under control, just as he knew that she'd already 
learned that the telltale infinitesimal expansion of his throbbing organ 
meant that he was a split second away from an explosion. He got a lot of 
enjoyment out of teaching her that hanging on the very edge of an orgasm 
could be just about as thrilling as the actual convulsive seizure. 

They finally both got carried away and couldn't or wouldn't stop. Her stiff 
clitoris seemed to vibrate against his lips and tongue when she spasmed, but 
most of his attention, both mental and physical, was centered on his jerking 
cock and her sucking mouth. She kept on sucking and swallowing long after 
he'd pulled his tongue from her clit, his mouth from her juicy cunt, and his 
face from her blonde crotch. 

Finally letting his soft and limber and drained cock slip from her mouth, 
she told him that she thought that she'd had it for the day. He chuckled and 
told her that he guessed it was wise not to try and overdo a good thing. 
Actually, he was glad to find that she was willing to call a halt to the 
erotic activities before he could become completely pooped. 

They showered again, separately, dried on a fresh towel, then took a quick 
peek at Pam before going downstairs. The child was still sleeping. They got 
dressed and Patsy said she'd better leave before Helen returned home. 

"We've been lucky so far, you know, and I'm not interested in being a third 
party during a husband and wife spat." 

"We're both dressed now," Joe said. "What could she say if she did come in? 
Besides, I almost wished at times that she would catch us right in the act. 
That might have brought things to a head or some damn thing, and now that I 
know that you and I love each other it might be a good idea for the three of 
us to have a talk." 

"I'd rather you'd handle things by yourself, Joe. I feel just a little 
guilty about being with a married man as it is. I'm sure I'd be very 
uncomfortable talking to you and your wife at the same time about our love 
for each other." 

"I understand," Joe said. "You can sit down and talk for a few minutes, 
though. Then I'll call a cab. I'll be lonely when you leave." 

She said that she, too, would be lonely and they sat down on the couch, side 
by side, but they didn't do much talking. They were soon kissing tenderly, 
then a little later kissing and necking passionately. 

Joe had a hard-on even before Patsy unzipped his slacks and shoved her hand 
inside. She played with his balls at first, but she soon began stroking his 
erect cock. He wasn't surprised when she broke their tongue-lashing kiss and 
slipped to her knees between his legs. 

"It would be a shame to leave you while your big beauty is in this state," 
she said, her eyes on his jutting prick and her caressing fingers. 

"I guess it would at that," he said, lurching slightly as her hot mouth 
engulfed the swollen crown of his dick. 

But Patsy had only been twirling her tongue and sucking for a few seconds 
when he heard the front door open. He looked and found himself staring into 
his wife's eyes. Helen didn't even appear shocked. A faint smile flickered 
over her full lips as she looked at Patsy's bobbing head. 

Joe didn't know what to say or do. He dreaded the moment that Patsy would 
discover that she was being watched by his wife. Damn it, he should have 
gone along with Patsy's wish to leave the short time before. 

"Maybe I should apologize for interrupting, Patsy, but this is my home and 
my husband." 

Helen hadn't moved much further into the room, her voice hadn't been very 
loud, and had sounded strangely calm to Joe. At the sound of Helen's voice 
Patsy's mouth and tongue had stopped moving on his prick. He fleetingly 
wondered why he hadn't lost his erection. 

Patsy slowly lifted her head, put her hands on Joe's knees, and pushed 
herself to her feet. Her pretty face pale, she looked at Helen. 

"I don't know quite what to say under these circumstances," she said, and 
her voice also sounded strangely calm to Joe. 

"Just tell my husband good-bye," Helen said. "I'll drive you home and we'll 
all pretend that I didn't enter at such an inopportune time." 

Helen turned and went out the door. Patsy looked at Joe, then at his stiff 
prick, shrugged her shapely shoulders, smiled weakly, and followed his wife. 
Alone, he stared at his slowly drooping cock, and chuckled mirthlessly. 
Christ, what a thing to let happen! And he'd sat there like a dummy, his 
poking prong glistening with Patsy's saliva, and hadn't even been man enough 
to tell Helen that he was in love with the lovely young girl. 

Joe tucked his limp cock away, zipped his slacks, stood up, and strode over 
to the bar. Thinking of the fact that he had to work the next day, he 
changed his mind and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. 

He was having a second cup when Helen returned. She stopped in the kitchen 
doorway and asked if her baby was still sleeping. He knew it was her way of 
reminding him that she'd fight him for Pam if he insisted upon a divorce. 

"Our baby," he said. "You seem so damned unconcerned, Helen. I didn't 
realize that you were so fucking sophisticated." 

"I did give you permission to have outside sex, Joe. Just don't be foolish 
enough to get serious with Patsy." 

Disgusted with his wife, and with himself, Joe stormed out of the house. He 
drove around aimlessly for hours, his thoughts jumbled in his mind, and when 
he finally returned the house was dark. He went to his bedroom without 
turning on any lights. He was troubled and lonely, but because of the 
prolonged sex session with Patsy he didn't have much trouble going to sleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Since Joe was well-qualified for his promotion, and because it happened to 
be a time of the year when things were a little slow, there were no major 
problems facing him at work Monday morning. Wilma had taken care of 
transferring his things into his new office. There was a special manner of 
greeting from the employees, due to his new status, but he consciously tried 
to let them know that he was the same man with just new responsibilities. 

There was a minor problem that did cause him some uneasiness. When Wilma 
came in and out of the office, which she had to do quite often to carry out 
her duties, he couldn't keep erotic pictures from flashing through his mind. 
These men tal images, consisting of her lush body writhing in sexual passion 
beneath Hanson's quick thrusts, caused him a great deal of discomfort. 

It wasn't that he was sex-starved, he told himself. Not after all the 
delightful action with Patsy. It was just a kind of curiosity, along with a 
guilty feeling because he'd been an unseen witness to Wilma's abandonment. 
He did look at her record in the files. Wilma was thirty-seven, married, and 
had two children. He even felt somewhat guilty about looking up that 
information. 

He thought about calling Patsy, but didn't because he didn't know what to 
say to her. The call from Margo that he'd been expecting didn't come; nor 
did Claude come to the offices or to the plant. He was glad that both of 
those expectations didn't occur. He didn't want to have anything more to do 
with Margo, and it made him nervous just thinking about facing Claude. 

* * * 

Monday night was another lonely night for Joe. He and Helen hardly spoke to 
each other, exchanged no words about their problems, and Tuesday he started 
working on the new union demands. The contract wasn't to expire for two 
months, but because things were slow he thought it a good idea to get 
started on the complicated task. He also felt that some hard work would help 
keep his mind off the changes and complications in his life. 

He spent most of the day dictating to Wilma. He also listened to her 
suggestions, realizing just how important the lush female was in the success 
of the company. She'd been with the company fifteen years, knew as much 
about the business as he did-and in some areas knew even more. 

Tuesday night was a repetition of Monday night at home, and by Wednesday 
morning Joe and Wilma were a smooth-working team. He told her that he didn't 
know what he would do without her, being careful not to sound patronizing, 
and she smiled and said that she'd always gotten along just fine with her 
bosses. 

There'd been three bosses before Mark Hanson, she told him. Plus Claude, 
before the owner's semi-retirement quite a few years before-and Joe had to 
almost bite his tongue to keep from telling her what he'd observed on the 
couch. 

He was beginning to want sex again. With Patsy, but he told himself that it 
might be better for him to wait and let her contact him. It was possible 
that she'd changed her mind, and in the back of his own mind there was the 
idea that he and Helen might still make it together for Pam's sake. He 
didn't have much hope for that, and very little desire, but he did use it as 
an added excuse not to call Patsy. He remembered her words about letting 
things ride, too, and he sometimes wondered if she had some kind of a plan 
to make it possible for them to be together and have his daughter. 

Now, after working so closely with Wilma, and being so near her for the 
better part of two days, he found that he was getting excited enough for his 
cock to begin to lift. He wasn't sure if it was because she was a very 
exciting, attractive woman, or because he'd seen her in heated action. Both, 
he guessed, but he told himself not to complicate things further by getting 
involved even if she sensed his arousal and expressed a willingness. 

"I think Claude will like this contract, but whether the union will, is 
another matter, Joe." 

He met Wilma's dark eyes. "I don't expect the union to accept it as is, 
Wilma. I've purposely left some points for some discussion over the 
bargaining table. But you must know that." 

"Sure," Wilma said, smiling. "That's practically the first principle in 
company-union talks. I could never get Mark Hanson to understand that. He 
wanted to state the terms and stick to them until the bitter end." 

"Which usually brought on a strike," Joe said. "Well, I am glad you agree 
with me. Offering less with the intention of giving more is standard 
procedure. Just as it is for the union to ask for more than they expect to 
receive. Let's take a break for some coffee." 

They'd been working for almost two hours. Wilma had been sitting on the 
couch, taking notes in preparation for the first draft, and Joe had wandered 
over and sat down beside her. Her closeness, her perfume, and the mental 
pictures that he had of her being fucked by Hanson on that same couch had 
him aroused. He didn't want to stand and reveal his hard-on, so he waited 
for Wilma to get the soffee. 

"Mark used to keep a bottle in the desk," Wilma said, getting to her feet. 

"I didn't realize that he was drinking on the job," Joe said, looking at her 
shapely legs. 

"You must have smelled the mints," Wilma said. "He chewed them all the time. 
I felt sorry for him, really, because he had an unhappy home life. Married 
life, I should have said, as he had a cold wife." She laughed. "Has, of 
course, as he's still married to the frigid wench. Life's too short for 
anybody to be unhappy, so I tried to give him some happiness." 

Joe didn't say anything as Wilma walked over to get the coffee, her hips 
gently swaying. There was a table in the corner containing an electric 
perculator and all the other necessities for coffee breaks that never came 
at any special time. He looked at the back of her legs, the short skirt, her 
rather broad ass, and wondered if he should keep the talk going in the same 
direction. 

He could certainly use a quick piece, her body really looked inviting, and 
he had the feeling that she'd like to make him happy in a sexual way. As 
well as herself. The door was closed, there was a lock that could be 
snapped, and she was sure as hell right about life being short. 

"My husband feels the same way I do," Wilma said, not turning around, 
pouring two cups of coffee. "About life being short, I mean, and we don't 
like to waste any part of it. The pleasure part, at least, and we were both 
swingers even before we got married. If you care to make anything of that 
information, go right ahead." 

"Would there be any obligations, Wilma?" 

Before Wilma had a chance to answer or look directly at Joe, there was a 
knock on the door. The door opened, and Claude entered. He greeted them 
cheerfully, responded to Wilma's question by saying that he'd gladly accept 
a cup of coffee, and Joe took the opportunity to return to the swivel chair 
behind the desk. 

His excitement had diminished at the knock on the door, his cock had lost 
most of its stiffness at the sight of Claude-for psychological reasons, he 
guessed-but he felt more comfortable behind the desk just the same. Claude's 
eyes had shifted back and forth from Joe to Wilma several times, and Joe had 
the feeling that his boss had hoped to interrupt something. Then he wondered 
if the feeling hadn't simply been caused by what Margo had said about 
Claude. 

The three of them had coffee, talked about the proposed union contract for a 
few minutes, then Wilma excused herself, closing the door when she left. 

"Wilma's a lovely hunk of woman," Claude said. "Well, are you making out all 
right, Joe? Is everything under control?" 

Claude was sitting on the couch. Joe wondered if his boss had ever been with 
the lovely hunk of woman. He decided that there probably wasn't any doubt 
about it. 

"Everything's okay," Joe said, hoping that Claude would cut the visit short 
and not mention Margo. 

Claude stood up. "That's good, Joe. Now I'd like to forget business and talk 
a little about your personal life." 

Joe got to his feet, hoping that his face wasn't as pale as it felt. All he 
could think of was that Claude was going to give him hell for having sex 
with Margo. Joe had already just about convinced himself that the hot-ass 
redhead was something of a liar, as well as being completely amoral. 

Claude chuckled. "I just have a few words to say, Joe. I really don't know 
you very well, outside of the fact I feel that I can trust you 
business-wise, but I want you to sit down and listen." Claude smiled. "It 
won't take long and it should be of great interest to you." 

Joe slowly lowered his butt back down into the leather swivel chair. "I'm 
listening," he said. 

"Margo told me about her experience with you and how much she enjoyed it. I 
don't want you to be embarrassed about that, or about me talking like 
this-but I can see that you are." 

"I think it's natural for me to be embarrassed," Joe said. 

"Maybe so, but I thought it best to try and put your mind at ease." 

"You're apparently giving your approval for my actions with your wife," Joe 
said. "She said you didn't care, but I don't think I really believed it 
until right now. It's a little far-out for me, Claude. I don't know what the 
hell to say. A position I've found myself in a lot lately." 

"You don't have to say anything," Claude said. "I just wanted you to know 
that you're free to keep on seeing my wife. If you want any more 
information, find out from Margo." 

"What if I don't want to see Margo again?" 

"Your job is safe no matter what you decide," Claude said, smiling. He 
turned and walked to the door, stopping with his hand on the knob, but not 
looking back. "I will put a limit on my generosity, Joe. You will have your 
job as long as you stay married to Helen. I don't want her hurt because of 
what I allow you and my wife to do." 

Joe slumped back in the chair as Claude left without another word. He almost 
wished that Hanson had left a bottle in the desk. Claude had left the door 
open, and soon Wilma came back in. 

"You look troubled," Wilma said. "Would you like to talk about it?" 

"You listened outside the door," Joe said, making it a statement and not a 
question. 

Wilma smiled. "I sure did. I've known Claude for years, you know, and I've 
enjoyed sex with his beautiful wife many times with his approval." 

"Another married woman going for the gay stuff," Joe said, sure that if 
Margo hadn't already had Helen she soon would. 

"With my husband's knowledge and approval, Joe. Why don't you relax and just 
take things as they come? You're smart enough to know that you can't change 
the world, or the people in the world, so why not find your pleasure when 
and where you can?" 

"You didn't have a chance to answer my question about whether or not there 
would be any obligations." 

"I don't think I understand exactly what you mean, Joe." 

"I know Margo wants my wife and I believe Claude does, too. You said you and 
your husband are swingers and I suspect that you're also swappers. By 
obligations, I mostly meant, would you expect me to bring my wife in on the 
deal?" 

"The only way I will answer is to say that if you want whatever happens 
between us to remain a secret that's the way it will be. Fair enough?" 

"If you'll lock the door," Joe said, grinning. 

Wilma was still standing near the door. She reached back and snapped the 
lock, then put her hands to the top button of her pink blouse. Joe stood up 
as Wilma's fingers worked downward from button to button. As she slipped out 
of the blouse, he stepped around the desk and began removing his own 
clothes. 

It was almost an hour before lunch, his new office had a private bath, and 
he guessed that he might as well try to learn to accept sexual pleasures 
just as casually as they were offered. 

"Sex should be fun," Wilma said. "Sex should be accepted and enjoyed just as 
any other type of fun." 

Joe looked up and saw that Wilma had removed everything except her pink 
panties. Her breasts were very large and they didn't sag so much to be 
unattractive. She was big all over, actually, but her creamy white flesh was 
obviously firm. 

"I saw you and Mark having fun on the couch the other morning," he said, 
standing straight, naked and ready. "I just thought that I should tell you." 

Wilma was staring at his stiff cock. "So, that was you! I thought I felt a 
draft! It happened so suddenly I didn't have a chance to lock the door. Poor 
Mark was so shy at first. That was the only time we had sex, really, and he 
reverted to his shyness immediately afterwards. I gave him a going-away 
present, but I'm afraid he's too set in his ways to learn to accept sexual 
pleasures without feelings of guilt. You really have a nice big one, Joe! 
Bring it here!" 

While speaking, Wilma "had moved over and lowered her panty-covered butt 
onto the couch. Her dark eyes glowing, she reminded Joe of a kid observing a 
new toy with eager delight. He stepped forward, feeling a sudden pang of 
remorse as he thought of Patsy. What a bastard he was! Already cheating on 
the one he loved! 

Wilma's fingers and lips caressed his thrusting cock lightly. Joe braced 
himself as she teased, the hot need traveling swiftly throughout his body, 
and he told himself that this would be the first and only time that he 
cheated on Patsy. He wouldn't go down on Wilma, either. And maybe if she 
would settle for just giving him a blow-job he wouldn't even fuck her. 

"I've always loved to do this, Joe. Since I was a very young girl it has 
been very important to me." 

Then she was doing the electrifying thing that was so important to her. His 
body went rigid and his hands went to her naked shoulders, his fingers 
gripping, and he gave himself over to the consuming pleasure. 

Wilma had engulfed nearly half of Joe's stiff prick with her hot wet mouth. 
She started moving her head forward and backward, her educated tongue laving 
the bulging head of his cock as she sucked his hard meat. She was really 
talented at what could only be called an art, and Joe was afraid that he 
wouldn't last very long. 

But he was mistaken. He again thought about Patsy, how he was being untrue 
to the sweet girl, and somehow became strangely detached mentally from the 
physical pleasure that he was enjoying. It wasn't long before he began to 
wonder if he would even be able to get his gun off. 

After sucking for all of three minutes, with Joe hunching along with her 
expertly applied greediness, Wilma pulled back and he met her glazed eyes. 

"I thought maybe you could give me two loads, Joe. Now I'm not sure you'll 
be able to give me even one. What's wrong?" 

"Maybe I'm just a long-lasting stud, Wilma. I'll tell you right now that I 
only go down on the one I love." 

"That's all right. I don't mind if you want to reserve your oral activities 
for your wife, I mean. Actually, I prefer to have a woman perform 
cunnilingus on me." 

Joe thought that she was going to get into position for intercourse, and he 
felt that he would just about have to fuck her, but she started going down 
on him again. She really started going to town, her head bobbing furiously 
at his loins. She had been holding onto his thighs. She slipped her hands 
around and clung to his tense ass cheeks, her full lips working fish-like 
around his saliva-coated shaft. 

She managed to take more than three-quarters of his long prong on each 
forward movement. Her cheeks drew inward because of the strong suction, 
while molding quiveringly around the sides of his throbbing prick. She also 
swabbed the swollen glans with the upper surface of her slippery tongue each 
time that she pulled back until only the crown was enclosed. 

Joe remained mentally detached, enjoying to the utmost the frenzied sucking, 
but wondering why it was taking him so long to even start toward an 
ejaculation. It probably had something to do with his thoughts about Patsy, 
he decided. Only it seemed strange that thinking of the lovely young girl 
would have that effect. Logic would seem to indicate that his cock would be 
going soft because of his thoughts. 

Wilma had assumed that he'd been speaking of the love for his wife. Well, 
he'd let her keep on thinking that. There wasn't going to be any more sex 
sessions with Wilma, either. By damn, he was going to get in touch with 
Patsy and make some kind of an arrangement. He didn't want her to stop 
depending upon her fingers for relief when he wasn't around "I've always 
loved the tremendous pleasure involved in bringing on the spurting finish, 
but this is getting ridiculous!" Wilma said. 

Looking down at Wilma's upturned face so near his glistening ramrod stiff 
cock, Joe forced a smile. "You're right," he said. "Why don't we try 
something else?" 

Wilma laughed. "Like fucking, you mean?" 

Joe stepped back as she stood up and peeled out of her brief panties. The 
dark bush growing between her creamy white thighs made him have second 
thoughts about not going down on her. But he really would save the cunt 
tonguing for Patsy's sweet young pussy, and maybe she wouldn't feel so badly 
if she ever found out about his rather stupid activities with Wilma. 

"Come on, Joe? What are you waiting for? Do you feel so guilty about 
cheating on your wife that you want to call a halt? You don't have to fuck 
me, you know, but you'll have to let me rest my jaws before trying to suck 
the starch out of your big joystick again." 

Wilma had flaked out on the couch on her back, her legs widely parted, her 
broad ass squirming, her hands massaging her big titties. Joe didn't 
hesitate any longer. He climbed on and in, with the help of her eagerly 
guiding fingers, and he started right out pumping at a fast pace in the hot 
flesh. 

She met him thrust for thrust, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her 
breathing hot and heavy in his left ear. She started cumming within a few 
seconds and he knew that he'd connected with a firecracker. He really poured 
the meat to her, hoping that her loud moans couldn't be heard in the other 
offices, amazed that he still felt a strange mental detachment. 

He pronged her through an entire series of spasmodic orgasms and when she 
finally sagged limply, his cock was still rock-hard and loaded. Wanting to 
dump his load so that they could get back to work, he immediately began 
pistoning his prick in her juicy pussy again. She soon picked up the rhythm, 
again wrapping her arms and legs around him, and was soon bucking and 
lurching through another series of spasms. He failed to climax. 

When she ceased her wildly erratic movements, he left his hard cock buried 
deep, lifted his chest from her big boobies, and braced on his hands and 
arms as she unwrapped her arms and legs. She spoke as soon as she caught her 
breath. 

"You must have a mental block or some damn thing, Joe. Are you really so 
worried about cheating on your wife? Margo said you were quite a man, but 
she didn't mention anything like this happening. I'll bet I've been trying 
to make you cum for all of twenty minutes." 

"I suppose you were talking about me while you and Margo were in bed 
together?" 

"As a matter-of-fact we were at a swapping party just watching some heated 
action, Joe. Later in the evening we shared a new member of our 
not-very-exclusive club, a lovely young wife who was fortunate enough to 
have an understanding husband." 

"What you do is your own business, Wilma, but don't try and ring me in on 
your swapping crap. And if I had proof that my wife went all-out for the gay 
stuff I'd divorce her just as soon as I could." 

"I'm sorry I talked so much," Wilma said after a short silence. "I can see 
that you're firmly entrenched in the straight and narrow socially-accepted 
monogamy nonsense, and I'm not out to try and convert you to my way of 
thinking. Mainly, because I think I would be wasting my efforts." 

Joe knew that he was going to have to take drastic steps to escape the trap 
that he realized had been set for him. There had to be a conspiracy 
involving Margo, Claude, and Wilma-and quite possibly Helen-to hook him in 
on a swapping setup. 

To get free of the whole damned mess he'd have to quit the job that he liked 
and leave town. He could just pack a few things in the car, take Pam, and 
haul ass. Maybe Patsy would go with them. He had enough money to get settled 
someplace else. Helen might not even have the authorities looking for him, 
or their child, if he threw a good scare into her. 

Realizing that he'd been silent for quite some time, surprised that his cock 
hadn't gone soft, Joe felt Wilma's cunt muscles twitching around what she'd 
called his 'joystick'. The sensation reminded him of Patsy and he was 
suddenly ashamed of his horny behavior. He guessed that he was just too 
damned basically square for the life he'd been living since Helen had given 
him his freedom. 

"I think we'd better call it quits, get dressed, and get back to work," he 
said, deciding that he might not even come back after lunch. 

Wilma didn't say anything until he'd pulled his wet, hard cock from her 
clinging cunt and swung from her and the couch. 

"You'd better let me again try and do something about that," she said, 
looking at his poking organ, sitting up, and swinging her feet to the floor. 
"My jaws are rested and you can't very well go around with a hard-on the 
rest of the day. Besides, my reputation's at stake." 

"Who would know you failed, Wilma? You said what happened between us could 
be a secret." 

"Maybe I'm a liar, as well as being a swinging swapper!" 

Joe's balls had started to ache from having an erection so long without 
ejaculating. Figuring that if he didn't accept the offer that he'd just 
about have to give himself a hand-job, he moved into position for the 
blow-job that he hoped would end with a spurting climax. 

Wilma didn't do any teasing with her fingers and lips this time. She grabbed 
his wet cock with both hands and popped the swollen glans into her mouth. 
She sucked the blood-engorged crown furiously, jabbing the tip of her tongue 
into the tiny eye, and Joe tried to block everything out of his mind except 
the thrilling pleasure being produced by the voraciously sucking woman. 

She soon started taking more and more of his throbbing shaft, and one of her 
hands slid in between his legs and began squeezing his body-hugging balls, 
while with the other she milked the thick base of his big cock. He suddenly 
felt the onset of his orgasm. He grabbed the woman's head, her thick hair, 
and began hunching. 

Seeming to sense that she'd soon be getting what she so obviously 
desperately wanted, Wilma took his swollen knob so deep into her throat that 
her lips mashed into his dark pubic hairs. Dimly hoping that the frantic 
woman wouldn't hurt herself, he groaned and dug his fingers into her scalp 
as the semen spurted. 

She took the first few jets deep in her throat, gulping it right down, then 
grasped him by the hips and drew back against his clutching fingers, her 
lips pulling noisely out around his jerking cock, until only the knob was in 
her greedy mouth. He shuddered with rapture as she took the hot cream, 
gurgling with pleasure while she swallowed again and again. Even after his 
cockhead stopped spewing she kept sucking, holding his deflating prick in 
her mouth with her hands while greedily draining it of its last few slowly 
oozing drops. 

His legs felt a little weak after he'd removed his hands from her head and 
she finally let his limber tool slip from beneath her puffy lips. 

"God, but would you ever be a big hit at the swapping parties, Joe!" 

"Don't say another word," he said. "Not one damn word!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Not saying another word, Wilma, her face flushed, averted her eyes from 
Joe's, and they both got dressed in silence. She left, still not looking at 
him or saying anything, and Joe sat down behind the desk. He stared into 
space, telling himself that he didn't give a damn if he'd made her angry, 
because she'd made him disgusted with her and with himself. 

He didn't move until the short time before the lunch hour had passed. He 
left the office and the plant, not seeing Wilma, and drove to a restaurant 
far enough away to make sure that he wouldn't see anybody that he knew. He 
ate a light lunch, got back in his car, and drove around for over an hour. 

Wanting a drink, but telling himself that he had to make up his mind about 
everything while perfectly sober, he silently cursed himself for being such 
a wishy-washy bastard. 

Passing an adult movie house, he impulsively found a parking place, deciding 
that he could escape from reality for a couple of hours watching an X-rated 
movie just as easily as he could at a bar. He didn't want to become a drunk 
like Patsy's mother. After that thought he almost laughed aloud at himself. 
He didn't want to become a sex-nut, either-as Patsy's mother apparently had 
become. 

The sex movie did enable Joe to mentally relax somewhat. He'd already made 
his basic plans, all that remained was to work out the important details, 
and he didn't want to go flying off the handle and possibly bring more 
troubles down around his shoulders. 

The movie was interesting, as well as exciting. There was a fairly good 
plot, along with the scenes of explicit sexual activities and acrobatics, 
and Joe figured that there wasn't a soft cock or a dry pussy in the 
building. The audience wasn't very large, and he could make out very few 
females in the dimness. Nobody was sitting very close to anybody else and he 
suspected that there was a great deal of masturbation going on. 

He got a hard-on at first while observing the totally unrestrained eroticism 
on the wide screen in living color, but he soon lost it, despite the fact 
that his mental excitement remained. He knew that his recent torrid 
experience with Wilma was a part of the reason that the physical evidence of 
his excitement diminished, but another reason was that there was just too 
much going on for too long. It even became a little boring after a time and 
the troubles that he'd pushed to the back of his mind soon refused to stay 
back there. 

It was easy for him to imagine some of the scenes he saw depicted on the 
giant screen being duplicated at the swapping parties that Wilma had 
mentioned. Women and young girls were going down on each other, men and 
women were fucking and sucking in all kinds of positions in twosomes, 
threesomes, and in groups. 

At one point it did enter his mind that many men would take advantage of the 
opportunity that he had to join a sex club. After all, he no longer loved 
his wife and according to what he'd read, some married couples swapped 
despite or even because of love. Well, that kind of stuff wasn't for him. He 
guessed he was, as Wilma had said with derision, too firmly entrenched in 
socially accepted monogamy to change even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. 
All he wanted was one woman, one wife, and he hoped that one would be a 
sweet young teenager named Patsy. 

Leaving the movie house, Joe drove around for over an hour, trying to figure 
out how he could pack and get his daughter out of the house without Helen's 
knowledge. He finally decided that he'd just have to play things by ear, 
maybe picking an argument with his wife and causing her to go out. He wished 
that he didn't even have to see Helen again. 

His daughter met him at the door, jabbering something about "mommy" being 
gone. Picking Pam up, he saw Patsy entering the living room. His heart 
seemed to give a couple of flip-flops. 

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Patsy said, smiling broadly. "Maybe 
you would like a drink first." 

Joe just stood there with little Pam in his arms, staring. Patsy was wearing 
a light summer frock, covered by one of Helen's aprons. Her pretty face and 
eyes registered happiness at seeing him. His eyes flicked down to her long 
and lovely bare legs, then back to her face. He felt like putting his 
daughter down and rushing forward and embracing Patsy, but the right moment 
for that seemed to have passed. 

"Where's Helen?" he asked. 

"Let's talk later," Patsy said. Then turning to Pam, she said, "Come give me 
some help while your daddy has a drink, honey." 

Pam struggled to be put down. He lowered her to the floor, watched as she 
followed Patsy from the room, then went to the bar. He knew that one drink 
wouldn't make his mind fuzzy, and he had the feeling that he might need it. 

"I'm a little peeved, Joe. You could have gotten in touch with me, you 
know." 

Joe put the empty shot glass down and turned from the bar. The smiling girl 
didn't look peeved. "I'm sorry," he said. "I-" 

"I'll explain everything later," Patsy cut in. "I think I have some good 
news for you, along with some you might not think is so good, but little 
Pam's in her highchair, already eating, and I wish you'd eat before 
everything gets cold." 

Again feeling that he'd waited too long to give in to the desire to take her 
into his arms, and trusting her judgment enough not to insist upon answers 
to the questions in his mind, Joe followed Patsy into the kitchen. 

The meal was delicious and compared favorably with Helen's cooking. Patsy 
watched as he ate, anxious to hear his verdict, he knew, and he smiled and 
told her that she was a very good cook. 

She beamed happily, and Joe decided that the three of them were like a happy 
little family. He hoped that the good news that Patsy had mentioned would 
make that come true, then he began worrying about what she'd said that he 
might think wasn't such good news. He also began trying to form words in his 
mind that he could use to inform Patsy he intended to quit his job and leave 
town. 

"Goodnight, Daddy." 

Joe, lost in his thoughts, brought himself back, and leaned over for a wet 
kiss. He hadn't even noticed Patsy taking Pam out of the highchair. 

"She hasn't had her nap today," Patsy said. "I've kept her awake on purpose, 
of course, and I'll be right back." 

Joe returned to the living room and Patsy soon came down the stairs. He got 
up from the couch. She paused at the foot of the stairs, then hurried across 
the room. He took her in his arms and their lips met in a tender kiss. She 
pulled back and looked up into his eyes, her own eyes sparkling. 

"Oh, I love you so much, darling!" 

"And I love you," he said, meaning it as much as he'd ever meant anything in 
his life. "Are you sure, Joe?" 

"I'm positive, Patsy." 

"Then we'd better sit down and make some plans." 

Joe's hands had slipped down to her firm, thinly covered buttocks. He kissed 
her lightly on the forehead and released her, feeling a pang of guilt as he 
thought of Wilma. God, but he did love the sweet girl and he wanted her at 
any price. 

When they were sitting on the couch, not all that close, Patsy said, "Helen 
called me around noon today. I came right over, of course, and she told me 
what she's been trying to get the nerve to tell you for a long time." 

"That she has turned gay?" 

"Yes, and she's been making it with other women for about six months, Joe. 
She met a woman while shopping, they became friendly, and a few days later 
the woman called her. She'd been day-dreaming and fighting the fantasies 
that had been popping into her mind for a long time. She knew what the woman 
was, what was wanted, but she felt she just had to find out about herself. 
She went to bed with the woman and did just that. The woman introduced her 
to other women. I feel a little sorry for her, Joe. It must be tough to make 
a complete switch like that, especially when there's a husband and child." 

"I really don't understand much of this, Patsy. I don't understand how she 
could make a complete switch, I mean, or why the hell she still wants to 
stay with me." 

"Because of Pam, and because she still loves you in a way. Those were her 
words, and I've tried to tell you everything just as she told me." 

"Did you tell her about us?" 

"Yes, and she said she was glad you have somebody to take care of your 
needs. She even said she'd be willing to have sex with you if you'd accept 
what she is, what she has become." 

"She's nuts," Joe said. "I think she's really flipped her lid. What do you 
think about all this?" 

"I don't want to share you with anybody," Patsy said. "I wish it could be 
like it is right now. With just you and me and Pam, I mean." 

"So do I," Joe said. He hesitated, then went on and told about what he'd 
found out that day, and what he'd decided to do. He didn't leave out 
anything except the fact that he'd had sex with Wilma. 

After a short silence, Patsy said, "I'll gladly go with you, of course, but 
I think we'll have to figure out some way to keep Helen from causing 
trouble. She might even have you charged with kidnapping your own child. 
I've read about such things happening." 

"So have I," Joe said. "Do you have any ideas as to how we could get her to 
consent to a divorce and giving me custody of Pam?" 

"What could be called a dirty trick has been flickering through my mind the 
past few days," Patsy said. "Did you have sex with that woman at the office, 
Joe?" 

He remembered saying that sometimes it didn't pay to be too honest. He 
didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with Patsy, though, so he decided 
that he'd better level with her. He gave out with all the details, including 
the trouble that he'd had climaxing. 

"That was because of you," he said. "I was ashamed because I was cheating on 
you, I mean, and I think I can truthfully promise that it won't happen again 
with any female. I didn't go down on her, as I said, and I didn't even kiss 
her on the mouth." 

After a few seconds, Patsy smiled and said, "I'll admit it makes me jealous 
to think about you having any kind of sex with anybody other than me, but we 
really don't have any strings on each other, do we?" 

"We do now," Joe said. "I want us to have, anyhow. Have you been with 
anybody?" 

"I've been depending upon my favorite frigging finger, honey, but you know 
that I'm a very sexy gal so I'd like to call a halt to the talk and-" 

Joe cut Patsy's words off with his opened mouth. She returned his 
passionate, tongue-probing kiss with an equal passion, as she did his tight 
embrace, and one of her hands went to his lap. His cock started to get hard 
when her fingers grasped it through his pants and shorts. The feverish kiss 
lasted and lasted. When they finally broke for air, his prick was rock-hard 
under her caressing fingers. 

"Helen won't be home until tomorrow, Joe. I called my mother and told her I 
wouldn't be home tonight. Let's go upstairs to bed like we did that other 
wonderful time. I want you to carry me, I mean." 

"I know what you meant," he said, grinning. "We'll have to get naked, 
though, won't we?" 

She gave out with a happy little laugh, they both stood up, and in a matter 
of seconds they had removed their clothes. He found that she wasn't in a 
great hurry to be carried upstairs while impaled on his jutting cock, 
though. And he was glad when she dropped to her knees and paid oral homage 
to his hard organ. 

As she sucked, he thrilled to the sensation and appreciated the fact that 
there was a great difference where love was involved. All the sexual acts 
were better, somehow, and he was thankful for that truth. It meant that it'd 
be easier for him to give up all other females, and he hoped that Patsy 
would also always feel the same way where other males were concerned. 

Patsy soon pulled her hot mouth and tongue from Joe's thrusting prick and 
got to her feet, saying that she wanted to have it buried where it reallv 
belonged. 

"That is my preference," she added with a little laugh. "Despite my great 
pleasure in performing fellatio." 

"Don't be so formal," he said teasingly as she got to her feet. "Cocksucking 
is a good enough term for us poor folks, baby, and now I'm going to do some 
cuntlapping before we get on to the main event." 

"Fucking is the best, isn't it? All the other fancv frills are very 
important, but-oh, darling!" 

Joe had dropped to his knees, buried his face against her fragrant blonde 
crotch, and slithered his tongue between her moist cuntal lips. He grasped 
her sleek ass with his fingers and swabbed the tasty walls of her cunt with 
his educated oral instrument. 

Patsy hunched down, moaned loudly, and clutched at the back of his head. He 
pressed his mouth and tongue even deeper into the hot, wet cuntal flesh, 
pistoning his tongue like a miniature cock. When he sensed that she was 
about to cum, he went to her unhooded clitoris and sucked and lapped that 
erect nub of springy flesh. Her little gasps and whimpering sounds urged him 
on as much as her digging fingers. 

Her knees buckled as she spasmed, but he held her up with his fingers and 
arms. He kept on bestowing the lavish oral attentions until she removed her 
fingers from his head. He rested his cheek against her warm belly during the 
short time it took for her to recover, then got to his feet in a crouch, his 
hands still gripping her firm ass. 

She gave a little leap as he lifted hor out and over his thrusting tool. She 
wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, holding on to his 
shoulders with her hands. He slowly straightened, then just as slowly 
lowered her quivering and hot pussy down over his stiff rod. 

He began pushing her up and down along almost the entire length of his big 
cock. It was getting dark, and they hadn't turned on a light, but he could 
see her passion-contorted features even in the dimness. He fucked her like 
that the short period of time it took for her have another orgasm. She threw 
her arms around his neck and pressed her hard-tipped breasts against his 
chest and her mouth against his when she ceased climaxing. 

She pulled her tongue from his mouth and whispered, her parted lips close to 
his, "We can do this all night long, darling!" 

"Don't forget that you're talking to an older man, baby." 

"You'll always be able to handle me, Joe Masterson! Don't come on with that 
difference-in-age bit again!" 

"All right," he said, chuckling. "I'm not worried about not being able to 
handle your hot young ass-one wav or the other." 

She mashed her mouth against his again in a quick kiss, then cradled her 
head on his shoulder. His stiff prong buried to the hilt, he carried her up 
the stairs. In the bedroom, she snapped the wall light switch as they passed 
by. He also wanted the light on. 

He lowered her buttocks down on the bed, scooted her forward, got his knees 
on the bed, and swung around until they were length-wise on the bed. By then 
he was really steaming, ready to start the joyful journey to a blissful 
climax. 

He fucked her to and through two more orgasms before finally dumping the 
load that had been churning in his balls. That brought on still another 
series of shuddering spasms in her clasping cunt. They remained locked 
together for all of five minutes while they recovered from what he knew was 
a mutually satisfying fucking session. 

When he withdrew, his cock already getting hard again, she went to the 
bathroom. She soon returned, smelling fresh and clean, and lovingly cleaned 
his cock with a wet washcloth. By the time she'd finished her self-appointed 
task the big organ was again thrusting stiffly. 

She stretched out beside him, her head next to his, the fingers of one hand 
wrapped around his hard shaft. He caressed her lovely breasts and told her 
that women had it better than men where sex was concerned. 

"Why do you say that, honey?" 

"I guess I did overstate what I was thinking, but it isn't fair for a female 
to be able to cum time after time while a male has to wait to turn on 
again." 

"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you," she said, her fingers squeezing 
his rigid cock. "I'm sure you'll be able to keep up with me, honey." 

"I'm not worried," he said. "About that, anyway. How are we going to solve 
our predicament? I do want to marry you, you know, but I don't want to 
become a bigamist." 

"Oh, Joe! We're really going to get married!" 

Joe laughed and cupped her smooth cheeks. She'd let go of his jutting cock, 
lifted her upper body, and was planting kisses all over his face. He gave 
her a gentle push and she flopped back over on her back, her twin mounds 
jiggling provocatively. 

He turned over on his side, propped on an elbow, and cupped one of her 
jutting hard-nippled breasts. The underside of his cock was pressed flush 
against her firm, warm thigh. 

"I wouldn't want you to live in sin," he said teasingly. "Hey, did Helen 
make a pass at you?" 

"Yes, and that's how I got the idea I told you might be a dirty trick. The 
night she took me home after catching me going down on you I had the feeling 
she wanted to make me, but she only said a few words about how she wanted 
you to be happy. Today, though, after she told me about the woman and the 
other women she has met at wild parties, she wanted to know if I'd ever gone 
the gay route. I told her that I hadn't and she told me that it was better 
than going down on a man. I told her that I could never do that, but that I 
would think it over about letting her eat me." 

"You didn't mean it, did you?" 

"No, but I fixed it so we could get her to pose with me for a picture you 
could take." 

Joe released Patsy's tit, rolled over on his back, and his cock again poked 
toward the ceiling. It'd be a dirty trick, he thought, but what about the 
dirty trick that she'd played on him? Maybe she couldn't help what she'd 
done, what she'd become, but she could have agreed to give him a divorce. He 
had to look out for himself, and for Pam. He didn't want his daughter raised 
by a lesbian, that was for sure. 

"We'll do it," he said. 

"I'll just about have to really let her get her mouth on me down there, 
Joe." 

"Just don't enjoy yourself too damn much, honey!" 

"That's the first time you've called me 'honey', Joe." 

"I guess you're just turning me into a sweet-talking man," he said, 
chuckling. 

They talked a little longer, making their plans, then they once again proved 
their love for each other in what Joe felt was the best of all possible 
ways. 

* * * 

Joe opened his eyes, remembered, saw that Patsy wasn't in bed with him, and 
sat up. He glanced at the clock on the dressing table. It was almost 
ten-thirty. He thought of his daughter, pushed the sheet aside, and swung 
from the bed. 

Grabbing a robe to cover his nakedness, not surprised that he didn't have 
his usual morning hard-on, he hurried to Pam's room. The crib was empty. He 
started to yell for Patsy, then decided that she was downstairs taking care 
of his kid. Hell, there was nothing to worry about. Patsy loved Pam just as 
much as he did. 

Their plans were made and now all they had to do was wait and hope that 
things worked out. It was obvious that Helen hadn't returned, so he might as 
well shave, shower, get dressed, and prepare for her arrival. If things did 
work out, he and Patsy and Pam would be taking off later in the day. 

There really wasn't much that he had to do. Just get his camera, see that it 
was ready for what he and Patsy had called a "dirty trick," then stay out of 
sight until there was a compromising picture to take. 

He decided that he'd better try and get several pictures, even if he had to 
use a degree of force. One picture might get lost or destroyed. Once he had 
a divorce, and he was free to marry Patsy, the pictures depicting Helen's 
all-out lesbianism would be burned, anyway. 

Patsy was sitting on the couch in the living room. She smiled and her eyes 
flicked to the Polaroid camera that he had in his hand. He placed the camera 
on a table in the hallway, then walked to the couch and sat down beside her. 
He knew that she was just about as nervous as he was. 

"Where's Pam? In the kitchen?" 

"I took her next door," Patsy said. "To that nice old lady, Mrs. Tate. They 
like each other and I thought it best to have Pam out of the house." 

"That was a good idea," he said. 

"I feel like a bitch, Joe." 

"Have you thought of a better way?" 

"No," she said after a moment or two. "And I want your daughter with us just 
as much as you do, so I'll do everything that's necessary." 

"Just don't enjoy it too damn much," Joe again cautioned. 

"Are you afraid I'll turn out like Helen?" 

"I was kidding, Patsy. I'm nervous, so are you, and I'll be glad when it's 
over. Why didn't you call me?" 

"I just thought I'd let you sleep while I did some necessary running around. 
After I took Pam next door I called a cab and went for my clothes. I have a 
couple of suitcases in the kitchen. Thanks for noticing the different 
clothes." 

She was wearing a dark skirt and a white blouse and heels without stockings. 
He knew that he was really nervous. Otherwise, he'd have noticed the 
slightest change in her appearance. 

He put his arms around her shapely shoulders and pulled her close. She 
parted her lips for his kiss. They kissed tenderly at first, then when it 
turned into one of passion he pulled away. 

"I'm going to try the Acme Manufacturing Company," he said. "About four 
hundred miles from here. I've had some contact with the owner in the past. 
We'll take off just as soon as I get the blackmail picture. I can contact my 
bank by mail, but maybe I should call Claude. Or Margo. Helen could be 
there, you know, because I'm sure she was in on the deal to try and get me 
to swap." 

"I don't like that word," Patsy said. "Blackmail, I mean. That's what it is, 
though, and we'll have to live with that fact." 

"What did you tell your mother?" Joe asked, suddenly afraid that Patsy might 
change her mind. 

"I just told her that I was leaving and that I would write. She was anxious 
to get back to her bedroom and with the man she had in there. She'll be all 
right. Do you want breakfast now?" 

He told her that he was hungry and they went to the kitchen. She'd washed 
the dishes from the evening before. She prepared his breakfast, saying that 
she and Pam had already eaten. While he was eating, she said that she'd 
better go make sure that Helen didn't catch them by surprise. 

He was lost in thought over a second cup of coffee when Patsy appeared in 
the doorway. She told him that Helen was getting out of a cab. He met her 
serious eyes, managed a weak smile, and wished her luck. She told him to 
keep his fingers crossed, turned, and started back to the living room. He 
stood up and followed, his heart pounding, stopping in the hallway out of 
sight. He did mentally cross his fingers when he heard the front door open 
and close. 

He heard Patsy and Helen greet each other in a friendly manner, then, after 
a long silence, heard Helen ask Patsy how she'd made out. Patsy said that 
she'd made out just fine sexually, but that Joe hadn't made up his mind. 

"That sounds as if he's at least interested, Patsy. I don't think there's 
any danger of him becoming violent when I talk to him now." 

"Not now, Helen. He's sleeping. He's pooped, really, after spending all 
night in bed with a hot-ass gal like me. Besides, I want to talk to you 
first. Actually, I'm sure Joe will do anything I tell him to do." 

"Your fingers are hurting my arm, Patsy!" 

Joe could picture what had happened as Patsy obviously let go of Helen's arm 
and said, "I'm sorry, Helen. It's just that I think it would be better if we 
wait and go upstairs together. Do you think Joe could turn down anything you 
wanted if we were to both get naked and join him on the bed?" 

"You are a sexy little doll, aren't you!" 

"I know that I'm very interested in the wild parties you mentioned before, 
Helen. Did you go to one last night? I can tell by your expression that you 
did. Tell me about it." 

Joe knew that Patsy was questioning Helen mostly for his benefit. He fought 
the urge to take a peek, afraid that his wife would see him. He didn't want 
to use any amount of physical force if it wasn't absolutely necessary. 

"I'm sure you would have enjoyed yourself, Patsy. The party was held at the 
Weldon estate. They dismissed the servants early and it really turned into 
an orgy. There must have been at least twenty there. Men as well as women, 
of course, so you would have had plenty of hard cocks to enjoy!" 

"I've been giving some serious thought to doing some experimenting, Helen. 
In fact, I'd like to do so now." 

"Please don't tease me, Patsy!" 

"I'm not teasing, Helen. Let's get naked and do it right here and now. It'll 
have to be one-sided, though. Unless I get so hot I just have to give the 
lapping part a try, of course!" 

Joe couldn't keep from taking a chance on being seen by Helen. He thought 
that his wife and Patsy had gone into each other's arms, and maybe were even 
kissing. A quick peek told him that they were getting undressed without 
touching each other. He remained out of sight, picked up the camera, and 
squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned white. His gay wife was getting 
ready to do her thing, so eagerly anxious that she hadn't even inquired 
about her child. 

Hearing no more words exchanged, Joe forced himself to wait until he was 
sure that the action had started before he took another look. Patsy and 
Helen were both completely naked. Patsy was sitting on the couch, her head 
thrown back, her eyes closed, her long, lovely legs widely parted. 

Helen was on her knees, between Patsy's legs, kissing and caressing one of 
Patsy's rounded thighs. 

Stepping out into the open, camera in hand, Joe stared at the stranger to 
whom he was married. He was surprised that he didn't feel any hate. He even 
found that he felt a little sorry that he had to interrupt her pleasure. She 
probably couldn't help being what she was. No more than he could help being 
what he was-and doing what he just about had to do to get his daughter. 

Helen began kissing up toward Patsy's blonde crotch. Joe silently moved 
forward, and stopped where he'd have a good shot with the camera. He was so 
close that he could hear the faint sounds that his wife was making with her 
parted lips and licking tongue. He felt a sinking sensation in the pit of 
his stomach, but at the same time an unwanted surge of excitement swept 
through him. 

He saw that Patsy hadn't opened her eyes. He could also tell by the 
expression on her pretty face that she was enjoying his wife's kissing and 
caressing. And why wouldn't she? he asked himself. Hell, a tongue was a 
tongue and she sure loved to have his in her wanton twat. Just as he loved 
to have it there. 

Joe felt a pang of jealousy and told himself that he should take the picture 
right then and get the stranger away from the lovely girl that he loved. He 
didn't make a move to lift the camera, though. He stared, strangely 
fascinated, his own excitement soaring, as Helen's tongue licked up through 
Patsy's slit. 

A quick glance told him that Patsy hadn't opened her eyes. He was sure that 
the main reason was because she didn't want to see him. She had to know that 
he'd looked and was already nearby. Her hands had gone to her own jutting 
breasts, her fingers squeezing, and he knew that she was rapidly losing 
herself in passion. 

He felt his cock lifting, pushing against his restraining clothes. It would 
be a shame to stop his wife before the girl that he loved had an orgasm. It 
wouldn't be fair, either. Because no matter what kind of a reaction Helen 
had when she discovered that he was there, after he'd taken a picture, it'd 
be quite some time before he could give Patsy relief. Either with his tongue 
or with his cock, and he didn't want her left hanging. 

Helen jabbed her tongue into Patsy's cunt and Pasty gasped. Helen's hands 
had gone to Patsy's gently flaring hips. She slipped them under and clasped 
Patsy's ass. Patsy gave a little lurch, moaned loudly, and Joe knew that his 
wanton wife had made contact with the young girl's clitoris. 

Joe stood there staring, crazy, unwanted thoughts flashing through his mind, 
his hard cock making little jerking movements against his clothes, as Helen 
sucked and lapped Patsy to and through a climax. When Patsy sagged limply, 
Joe remembered why he was there-and the main reason Patsy had submitted to 
Helen's lesbian desires. 

Lifting the camera and aiming it at the side of his wife's head, Joe said 
loudly, "You have a witness, Helen!" 

His wife lifted her face just enough to turn toward him and the camera. He 
snapped the blackmail picture, the light from the flashbulb flooded the 
room, and he knew that he'd timed it perfectly. Helen's startled look, her 
parted lips wet with Patsy's juices, would be depicted in living color. 

As Joe lowered the camera, Helen raised her head higher and looked at 
Patsy's face. "That was a perfect frame-job, Patsy! But do you know why? 
Because you wanted it as much as I did! You'll be eating pussy next!" Helen 
looked at Joe, her dark eyes blazing. "You win, Joe. I'm tired of living a 
double life, anyway. Just for old time's sake I'll give you a break. Drop 
down here and slip your big cock in my twitching twat while I eat some more 
of this lovely blonde pussy! Maybe that will change your mind about many 
things!" 

Joe met Patsy's bright blue eyes. He could tell that she approved as soon as 
he said, "Tell this stranger the score, honey, and get rid of her. Because 
if she comes upstairs I might wring her lovely neck!" 

Helen's laugh rang in Joe's ears as he turned and fled from her-and from 
himself. He didn't know if he was being strong or weak, but he was sure that 
he was doing right. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Joe Masterson sat at his desk, gazing out the office window. The Acme 
Manufacturing Company was a giant compared to Claude Weldon's company, but 
his new boss had an older wife and they weren't swappers. As far as he knew, 
anyhow. Outside of that, and the fact that he made less money and shared an 
office with two other men, things were much the same as they'd been almost 
four months before. 

Almost the same at work, he corrected himself. Because he had a new wife, 
lived in a small apartment in a different town, and was probably just as 
happy as any man in the world. 

"I'm knocking off, Mr. Masterson. I'll finish typing those reports Monday." 

Joe turned toward the doorway and smiled at the secretary that he shared 
with his two fellow co-workers. "There's no big rush, Miss Cunningham. 
Tuesday will be soon enough." 

The pretty secretary lingered in the doorway for a moment, smiling brightly, 
seemingly wanting to say something, and he averted his eyes. She could be 
had, he'd sensed that the first day on the job, and he was still wondering 
how he could let her know that he wasn't interested without hurting her 
feelings. 

He watched as the well-stacked girl turned and walked away, her ass 
jiggling, and decided that he'd better stop stalling about going home. It 
was the first time that he'd done that since another Friday, six weeks 
before, when he'd married Patsy the next day. 

It had been different then, though. He'd just received the news that he was 
a divorced man and had been sitting at his desk figuring out words for a 
formal proposal of marriage. Words that he hadn't used, actually, and now he 
was dreading Helen's first visit to see his daughter. Also her daughter, of 
course, even if little Pam did call Patsy "mommy" and seemed to have 
forgotten Helen. 

Joe's spirits lifted as he thought about the fact that Helen called Patsy 
twice before and said that she was coming. Both times she hadn't showed up 
and there had never been an explanation. He'd told Patsy, and believed it, 
that his gay ex-wife had preferred to attend a wild sex orgy. 

Suddenly anxious to see Patsy, Joe started clearing the papers from his 
desk, feeling the usual surge of excitement at the thought of being with his 
sweet young wife within a few minutes. He loved her even more as time 
passed, if that were really possible, and some day he'd be able to give her 
all the things that she deserved. He'd buy a home with a big yard-for Pam 
and the two or three more children that they both wanted to have, too. 

He'd sure as hell done right by not accepting Claude's offer to stay on the 
job. Money didn't mean that much to him, or to Patsy. They couldn't let Pam 
grow up in a town where the child's mother was living with her father's 
ex-boss and that jaded hot-ass bisexual wife. 

He'd only talked to Claude on the telephone and had managed to control his 
temper, feeling that the man wasn't really responsible for what Helen had 
done. He'd even convinced Claude that Wilma was capable of taking over, at 
the plant. And he hadn't turned down Claude's offer to arrange for Helen to 
get a divorce. He didn't see any need to burden Patsy with all of his 
problems. 

While remembering and wondering what his reaction would be when he saw his 
ex-wife, Joe had left the office building and entered the parking lot. He 
started the car and drove toward the apartment, reminding himself that Patsy 
would be right there if he needed any help. 

Just as she'd been there to help him get the divorce action started. 
Actually, all he'd done was take the one picture. He still didn't like the 
crazy thoughts that had popped into his mind while watching the hot-licking 
lesbian lusts of his wife. Patsy had been very understanding, coming 
upstairs and relieving him of his pent-up tensions after getting rid of 
Helen, telling him that it was strength and not weakness that had kept him 
from turning the one-sided twosome into a many-sided threesome. 

They'd burned the picture the night that Claude called and told about the 
divorce, and he'd been quite proud of Patsy when she admitted that she'd 
enjoyed Helen's lavish worship. Then he'd made her admit, with his mouth and 
with his cock, that his brand of sex was superior to any female's as far as 
she was concerned. He'd believed her then, and he still did now. 

Claude had paid for everything, reporting that Margo had gone to Nevada with 
Helen. Joe and Patsy had made no effort to hide. After settling in the 
apartment, Joe had called and given the phone number to Claude, partly 
because Patsy had told him it would be wrong not to allow Helen to see Pam. 

Helen had called a few times after Claude had given her the number, but 
Patsy had talked and helped little Pam in her childish talks with the mother 
that she was rapidly forgetting. Joe couldn't understand how Helen had been 
able to stay away from the sweet little girl. He didn't think that he could 
have done so. But he couldn't really understand much of anything about 
Helen. He seldom even thought of her. He was far too busy being happy with 
Patsy, and he knew that they understood everything about each other. 

Patsy met Joe at the door, as usual, and, also, as usual, hugged and kissed 
her until she was almost breathless. Then he looked around for his daughter. 
He felt a great sense of relief when Patsy told him that Pam was visiting 
the friendly elderly couple in the apartment next door. 

"I keep thinking that Helen will steal the baby or some damn thing," Joe 
said. "I guess I'm silly to think anything like that, but she always seemed 
so crazy about Pam." 

"I think that's the reason she hasn't come," Patsy said. "She probably feels 
that it might be worse to see the baby, then have to leave right away." 

"She would, have to leave right away," Joe said. 

"Claude called, Joe. He wants to talk to you. He said to call him soon." 

"I'm not interested in talking to that bastard!" 

"Then don't call him," Patsy said calmly. 

Joe swept his lovely young wife up into his arms and carried her over to the 
couch. He sat down, with her on his lap, and pressed his mouth to her 
moistly parted sweet lips. She returned the tender kiss, then pulled her 
face back. 

"I love you so very much," she whispered. 

"I was thinking a little while ago about practicing a little speech I was 
going to use when I asked you to marry me. Now I can't even remember what I 
did say." 

"You just said, 'let's get married, baby'." 

"That sure was romantic, wasn't it?" 

"I thought so," Patsy said, smiling. "It was all I really cared about 
hearing. You can relax, honey. Helen called and said she couldn't make it." 

Joe knew that his relief showed on his face. He kissed her and ran one hand 
down into the top of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped a firm 
mound and felt the tip spring to attention. 

She melted against him, thrusting her breast deeper into the palm of his 
hand. "My mother called today, too." 

"You really have been busy,"-he said, lowering his mouth to the steep slope 
of her upper breast, darting his tongue, and flicking his forefinger across 
the erect nipple. "What did she have to say?" 

"Not much. Just that she hasn't been drunk in almost two weeks, hasn't had a 
drink since this morning, and hadn't had a man in about two hours. She 
called to see if she could visit us for a few days." 

He planted a kiss on her warm flesh, then raised his head. "And what did you 
tell her?" 

"No." 

He grinned. "Jealous, huh? You don't trust me?" 

"I don't trust my mother," Patsy said. "Just as I don't trust your beautiful 
ex-wife. I'm glad Helen's going abroad for a few months. Maybe for an entire 
year." 

"You didn't tell me that." 

"I don't think you gave me a chance. Claude said that he was sending Helen 
and Margo to Europe for a vacation. He said that Helen needed cheering up, 
that she's drinking too much, and that you should be willing to come back to 
work for him now." 

Joe met Patsy's serious blue eyes, and removed his hand from her thrusting 
tit. "Is that what you want, baby?" 

"It's up to you, Joe. I want what you want." 

"I'm happy here. I like the job. It shouldn't be too long before I'm making 
more money, and as far as I'm concerned Claude can go fuck himself-if he can 
get a hard-on!" 

"I think the first part would be an impossibility," Patsy said, smiling. 
"I'm glad you want to stay here, though. I don't want you around Margo or 
Wilma again, either." 

"Sometimes I think you're just selfish," he said teasingly. "Do you know 
what I have in mind?" 

She put her hand in his lap and discovered that his cock was getting hard. 
"I had the same thing in my hot little mind! Pam's going to eat with the 
Heberts, and I thought we could eat out for a change." 

"That's a good idea. I'm always glad to have an excellent meal after an 
excellent piece of ass!" 

"And I thought you liked my cooking, too." 

"I love everything about you," Joe said, standing and carrying his lovely 
wife to the bedroom. 

He placed her on the bed, removed his own clothes, then slowly removed hers. 
By then he had a thrusting, throbbing erection. As he stripped off the few 
garments, lovingly and with moist kisses, Patsy wriggled in eager 
expectation. 

When he'd finished his pleasant task, he stood beside the bed and admired 
her gloriously naked body. He didn't think that he'd ever seen such 
perfection. He knew that he was a very lucky man in a screwy, mixed-up 
world. 

She'd been the babysitter for his child, and now she was his loving wife. 
She was very young, and yet in some ways she was much older and wiser than 
he. She was totally uninhibited where sex was concerned, and yet she was a 
good mother for his daughter. 

"Did you ever think it might be possible to be too happy, Patsy?" 

"No," she said, her eyes lifting from his jutting prick. "That's just a 
superstition based on the inability to accept personal happiness because of 
the general unhappiness in the world." 

"You amaze me," he said, kneeling on the bed. 

"Some people also stupidly try and teach that sexual happiness is a form of 
sin. Which, to me, is one of the saddest things in the world." 

"You continue to amaze me" he said, grinning, touching the hard tips of her 
breasts with his fingers. "These beauties, too, continue to amaze me." 

Patsy smiled. "Those are mine. The words, the thoughts, I got from one of 
your books." 

"I like these better," Joe said. He moved one of his hands down over her 
smooth belly, cupped her crotch, then playfully plucked at her curly blonde 
pubic hairs. "And these." He caressed her smooth cuntal lips. "And this." 

She lifted her buttocks from the mattress and squirmed against his hand. He 
leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers, and she shoved her tongue past 
his teeth. 

He heard the phone ringing in the other room. He broke the tongue-probing 
kiss. "Damn!" 

She grabbed his hands as he removed them from her body, pulled them to her 
jutting titties. "Just let it ring. No, I guess you'd better answer it." 

He grinned. "Make up your mind, honey." 

He again lowered his mouth to hers. The hell with the phone, he thought. Let 
it ring. The passionate kiss lasted and lasted. He fondled her poking 
breasts and she fondled his heavy balls. The phone kept right on ringing. 

"I guess I'd better go answer it," he finally said. 

"I guess so," she said. "Hurry, though. No, I'll go with you." 

Joe swung from the bed. "I'll just tell whoever it is hello and good-bye," 
he said, leaning over and planting a moist kiss on her trembling belly. 

Patsy threw her arms around his neck and kept them there as he straightened. 
He took her into his arms and carried her with him, her ass making exciting 
contact with his hard cock. He gently placed her naked butt on the couch and 
reached for the telephone. 

"Joe? This is Helen." 

He hadn't spoken; nor had he sat down. He looked at Patsy. She formed a 
question with her lips. He nodded, knowing that she'd already read the 
answer in his eyes. He kept gazing into the eyes of his new wife as he spoke 
to his ex-wife. 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

"How's my baby?" 

"All right," he said. 

"And you?" 

"All right," he repeated. 

He heard Helen give a little laugh. "I didn't realize that you had such a 
limited vocabulary, Joe. How's Patsy?" 

He successfully resisted the impulse to answer with the same two words. 
Patsy had looked away. He wondered what made him so tongue-tied. Helen 
didn't mean a damn thing to him. If she wasn't Pam's mother he'd hang up. 

"She's just as wonderful as ever, Helen. She's right here with me now, in 
fact. She's naked and ready, and so am I. You're interrupting something very 
important." 

After a short silence, Helen said, "Claude wants you back at the plant, Joe. 
I told him that I'd talk to you. Will you call him?" 

"I will not." 

"I really did mess things up for you, didn't I?" 

"You did not," he said. "You actually made it possible for me to become 
happier than I've ever been." He met Patsy's eyes and smiled. Her answering 
smile was radiant, and he knew that his new marriage had passed a final 
test. 

As he had. Because he'd been dreading talking to Helen. Now he knew that he 
could see her and it wouldn't bother him at all. There would be memories, of 
course-some pleasant, some not so pleasant-but he was finally completely 
free of Helen mentally as well as physically. He gasped as Patsy suddenly 
moved from the couch, kneeled before him, and took his swollen cockhead into 
her mouth. 

"What did you say, Joe?" 

Joe moved one hand to the top of Patsy's head, ran his fingers through her 
silky-soft blonde hair. She took more of his stiff shaft, then pulled back 
far enough to look up at his face. She winked one eye. 

"Patsy told me to tell you hi, Helen." 

"Oh. Well, I want you to try and understand why I can't let myself see Pam, 
knowing that I can't be with her, and I still think we could have worked 
things out. Do you still have that picture?" 

"I destroyed it," Joe said. "Look, I have to hang up now." 

"Just one more thing, ex-husband! I want you to remember that your underage 
wife enjoyed what I did. She'll always remember the pleasure, think about 
it, and desire it. You and your mouth and your tongue and your big cock 
won't stop her. What do you have to say to that?" 

"Good-bye," Joe said, thinking that there was no need to tell his ex-wife 
that he and his new wife discussed everything freely with each other. 

There was a short silence. He heard the click and replaced the receiver. 
Then he very promptly forgot Helen, the phone call, and everything else 
except his very active wife and the sensual pleasure that flowed throughout 
his feverish body. 

After a minute or so he gently pushed Patsy's greedily sucking mouth from 
his pulsing penis. He wasn't ready to cum, and she knew from experience what 
he wanted to do. He also knew that she was steaming and eager to have him go 
down on her. 

She quickly moved until she was again sitting on the couch. He got down 
between her legs and went directly to her moist and gaping gash with his 
mouth and tongue. As he'd suspected, she was balanced right on the brink. 
She began shuddering through an orgasm within thirty seconds after he'd 
started lapping and sucking her elongated clit. 

He waited until she removed her hands from his head, then pulled his hands 
from her delightfully smooth ass. He got to his feet and pulled her to hers. 
She told him to take her to bed in her favorite way. While speaking, she 
gave a little leap and with his help impaled herself on his stiff cock. He 
carried her to the bedroom, thrilling to the way her pussy muscles twitched 
around his rigid rod. 

On the bed, on top, he fucked her slowly and steadily. She answered him 
thrust for thrust, and he thought how wonderful it was that each time was 
the same, and yet each time was so different. The same in that they 
eventually blended and became one; different in that each experience was 
always more gloriously new and exciting than the last-or the first. 

He managed to keep himself under control as racking spasms seized control of 
her body. He kept pumping, but he braced so he could watch her face and gaze 
into her beautiful blue eyes. He enjoyed seeing the pleasure that was 
registering in her eyes, on her face that lost no beauty while contorted in 
passion, and he smiled as she gave one last rippling shudder and went lax. 
He also stopped his thrusts and left his hard cock buried deep. 

"I want a baby," she whispered. "Do you?" 

"God, yes!" 

He kissed her mouth, tenderly, at first, holding himself perfectly still. 
She clamped down with her inner muscles and flicked her tongue. He met her 
tongue with his, felt the beginning of her renewed response, and lowered his 
chest down against her spiked breasts. 

She broke the passionate, tongue-lashing kiss, gasping for breath, and he 
lowered his head beside hers, enjoying the fresh smell of her clean blonde 
hair. The hot need to ejaculate began spreading from his throbbing cock, all 
through his body, and into his brain. She began hunching, he began pumping, 
and she started whispering in his ear. 

This added greatly to his pleasure. Her whispered words told him exactly how 
she felt, exactly how his pistoning prick made her feel, and at the last 
would turn into little whimpering cries of pleasure. 

But that would be a little later. Now was the time to move his hands down 
her smooth, warm flesh, her undulating body, and down and around and under 
her firm buttocks. He did, clasping her to him, quickening the tempo of his 
thrusts, feeling the throbbing passion building to a tremendous peak. 

Suddenly Patsy's whispered words of love did trail off, turning into little 
cries of pleasure, and she unleashed herself against him. Joe also abandoned 
himself completely, caught up in the consuming surge of passion that was so 
wondrous that it never ceased to amaze him that a mere mortal could be so 
lucky. 

Patsy lurched upward, holding, straining, and Joe moved his mouth to hers. 
They kissed feverishly, bodies surging, lashing together, and it seemed to 
him that they did become as one as the blissful moments of sexual 
fulfillment came closer and closer. 

Balanced right on the brink, he almost stopped his movements, and pulled his 
mouth and tongue from hers. They gazed into each other's eyes, freely and 
openly, and Joe let himself slip over the edge. 

Patsy joined him at the perfect moment, her spasming cunt clamping down 
tightly on his cock as that throbbing organ spurted jet after jet of hot, 
thick semen. The fall back to earth was slow and easy and seemed just as 
gloriously wonderful to Joe. 

As often happened, his cock didn't lose any of its stiffness after his 
climax. He buried his face next to hers, using his knees to keep most of his 
weight off her limp body, and left his hard prick buried deep in her hot, 
flooded pussy. 

They'd stopped using any form of birth control on their wedding day. Maybe 
this would be the time that he made her pregnant, he thought. He hoped so. 
He wanted a son, of course, but even more he wanted another daughter, a 
sister for Pam, who would look just like Patsy. 

"What are you thinking, Joe?" 

"I think you' already know," he whispered. "Wouldn't it be something if we 
had twins!" 

"I'm already pregnant, honey." 

Joe lifted, placed his hands on her smooth cheeks, cupping her sweet face, 
and kissed her on the forehead. He asked when she'd found out, at the same 
time wondering why he suddenly wasn't all that thrilled at the news, why 
there was a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. 

"I went to a doctor yesterday. You'll like him. He's old and ugly. No, not 
really ugly. He's just not handsome like my husband." Patsy's eyes became 
serious. "I know what you're thinking, darling, and I want you to stop it." 

"When did you become a mind reader?" 

"When I first caught you staring at my legs," she said, laughing. Then, 
again seriously, "You don't have to worry, Joe. I won't change like Helen 
did before and after Pam was born. The reaction you just had is the reason I 
didn't tell you sooner. Do you really think anything could ever make me turn 
gay?" 

"No, and it was never so perfect with Helen even before she changed. I'm 
sorry, honey, but I guess there for a moment I was just unable or unwilling 
to accept the happiness I really feel. I hope it's a girl just like you." 

Patsy smiled. "And if it's a boy?" 

"Then we'll try again," Joe said, glad that his cock hadn't lost any of its 
stiffness. He withdrew, lifted, and flipped over on his back. "Let's take 
that wonderful trip again before we go out to dinner." 

"I think you're lucky to have such a sexy, hot-assed wife, my dear horny 
husband!" Patsy laughed. "Not that I'm not just as lucky!" 

Joe also laughed, at peace with the world and with himself, and she soon 
returned, fresh and clean, with a wet wash cloth. 

While gently cleaning his thrusting cock, she said, "I'll put your mind at 
ease once and for all, honey. If I do change in any way, and I won't, you 
have my permission right now to find another girl. How does that suit you? 
Don't answer now. Just accept the happiness everybody deserves." 

Patsy had moved, straddling his head, which could have cut off any words 
that he might have said. But it couldn't and didn't cut off his train of 
thought. He meant to tell her soon that he was going to try his best to 
accept happiness without foolishly expecting a blow of unhappiness to 
strike. It was a silly superstition that he'd had. 

Then, as she took his swollen cockhead into her hot mouth, and lowered her 
puffy cuntal lips down to his eager mouth and tongue, he could no longer 
think. He could only happily give his lovely wife pleasure and just as 
happily accept the thrilling pleasure that she was just as lovingly giving 
him. 


THE END
