A Swinging Swap
by Grace Wilkinson
(LLP-710)


CHAPTER ONE 

"If your tongue hangs out much further, lover, you'll be able to clean your 
shoes with it!" The tall, handsome blonde-haired man was joined at the 
window by his wife, Brett, an attractive, blue eyed woman in her late 
thirties whose shoulder-length blonde hair and youthful face and figure 
belied her years. 

Brett Dawson was wearing shorts, a skin-tight pair of black cotton that 
emphasized her long, well-shaped legs, and a sheer halter top, beneath which 
could be seen the dark haloes of her nipples at the tips of her full, 
swaying breasts, unhampered by the restrictions of a bra. Her deep blue eyes 
twinkled in amusement as she glanced down at the pulsing mound of her 
husband's cock and balls. 

"Christ! You've got a hard-on that'd win a prize already, and that cute 
young couple hasn't even moved in yet!" Teasingly, she reached down and 
cupper her hand over the throbbing bulge of flesh and began messaging it to 
even greater life. 

"Yeah? Well, you aren't exactly uninterested in that hunk of a man she's 
married to, are you baby?" Pete replied. "You practically cream in your 
panties every time he walks by!" 

Brett Dawson smiled, undisturbed by his crude remark. "You've got to admit, 
they were worth coming back from Hawaii for. Even worth the rake off we gave 
them on the rent, though if I'd known her parents were footing the bill, I 
don't think I'd have been so generous." 

"The old lady's a real bitch isn't she?" 

"She sure is. She orders them around as if they were twelve years old. Joe 
isn't so bad, though," she continued, referring to a paunchy older man who 
was sprawled comfortably in one of the chairs on the patio. "He definitely 
has an eye for the ladies. I'll bet he pinches fannies in the elevators." 

"From the looks of his wife, I'd say that's all he get the chance to do!" 

Brett giggled and slipped her long tapering fingers around the heavy 
testicles that nestled between her husband's legs. "Maybe we should invite 
him to one of the club meetings," she suggested. 

"I don't think the other members would consider that filling our membership 
obligations. Now Roger and Millie on the other hand oughta get our dues-free 
privileges for a year, for bringing those two in!" 

"We have to work fast, you know?" his wife answered, a note of concern in 
her voice. "It's already the middle of June, and we have to get another 
couple by the fourth of July, or we're out for the rest of the summer. And 
I'm damned if I want to be ostracized out here for three months. Nature's 
great and all that, but there's nothing to do here except for the club." 

"What do you think is the best way to pull it off?" Pete asked, glued to 
Millie's roundly swaying hips and buttocks as she removed cartons from the 
back of the moving van, now at last parked at the entrance to the patio. 

"I'm not sure yet. He's in town all week working, so I guess we'll have to 
work on her first. I thought I'd invite them down to dinner tonight as a 
neighborly gesture, just so we can get to know them a little bit." 

"How about the mike?" 

"All neatly tucked away in the bed springs. They'll never notice it in a 
million years." 

"Great. Even if we can't get them into the club, we'll at least have good 
listening all summer, though I'd rather hear the ripe Mrs. Cole, squealing 
in person." 

"Don't you worry lover," his wife cooed, pulling him away from the window 
and pressing her voluptuously curved body against his muscular hard one. 
"We'll get them into the club. But I'd hate to think you're so wrapped up in 
our new tenant that you haven't got anything left for your wife!" 

Invitingly, she began rotating her pelvis against the rock-hard mound of his 
cock, her blue eyes twinkling and her arms snaking around his thick, corded 
neck. 

Pete grinned lewdly and grasped her firm, fleshy buttocks in his hands, 
pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart, that'll never happen," he promised, 
kneading the supple half-moons greedily and savoring the pressure of her 
full swaying breasts against his bare, thick-haired chest. 

"Show me, lover, show me," the hotly aroused blonde demanded, pulling him 
toward the bedroom. 

Unaware of the plans being formed around her and her husband, Millie Cole 
was in the apartment directly above the Dawsons, happily looking over her 
newly rented summer retreat which took up the entire second floor of the 
farmhouse. Delightedly she went from room to room, picking her way carefully 
through cartons of dishes and knickknacks that her mother had insisted on 
providing, even though the apartment was comfortably, if plainly, furnished. 

Twenty years old, she was petite, but spectacularly well built. Indeed, her 
firmly up-thrust young breasts and tiny waist gave her the appearance of a 
young starlet. Her face, too, was striking, a perfect oval with petite, 
regular features, high cheekbones, and large almond-shaped brown eyes, which 
peered shyly from beneath a thick fringe of dark lashes. Her lips, although 
devoid of makeup, were warm and sensuous. In all, she was a startling 
combination of child-like innocence and sensual womanly allure. 

"Oh, Roger and I are going to be so happy here," she breathed as she went 
from window to window, each one framing a breathtaking view of sunny meadows 
and the gently rolling Catskill mountains beyond. "I just know it!" She 
could still scarcely believe their good fortune in finding the mountain 
retreat and at a price that was practically nothing. Everything about it had 
seemed so magical to the delighted young wife from the moment they had laid 
eyes on it two weeks before. The ride out on sleepy country roads, through 
miles of woods on either side, the garden in the back, overgrown now, but 
all the more beautiful in her eyes with its weeds and brambles, and 
especially the house itself, a rambling, two-story structure almost a 
hundred years old. Even the landlords were wonderful, she reflected, and 
interesting, too. So far they had gone out of their way to make her and 
Roger feel at home. Yes, she was certain it had been the right move to rent 
the spacious apartment, even if they had to borrow money from her parents to 
do it. Roger hadn't liked that part of it, but it was worth it. All their 
problems would fade away here like so much dust. How could they possibly 
quarrel or be unhappy in surroundings like these? 

"Millie, Mildred, dear, where are you?" 

The sound of her mother's slightly grating voice made Millie jump 
involuntarily, just as it had ever since she was a child. 

"I'm in here, mother," she replied, reproaching herself for her sudden 
nervousness. After all, she was a married woman now, and she had to stop 
acting like a child with her mother, just as Roger was always reminding her. 
Nonetheless, she made it a point to look busy unpacking boxes when the 
commanding older woman came into the cheerful room between the kitchen and 
the large bedroom. 

"Honestly, watching those men move things makes me understand why the world 
is in such a terrible state with them running it!" 

"You're probably right," Millie laughed, stooping down to lift a stack of 
dishes from one of the boxes. 

"This is such a lovely little room," her mother continued, sitting down on 
the old-fashioned sofa. "It'll make a perfect little place for you to invite 
your friends in for tea in the afternoon. You can put that silver tea 
service Vera Wilson gave you right here on the table. "She mentally began 
rearranging the furniture and giving Millie instructions on exactly how 
everything should be done. 

"That would be nice," the dark-haired girl said hesitantly, wondering why it 
seemed to require so much courage for her to contradict her mother on even 
the simplest things, "but I'm afraid Roger and I have already decided this 
room will be his study. You know he's carrying a full load of accounting 
courses this summer besides his job, and he really needs a place to work 
quietly on weekends." 

"The young wife couldn't conceal a note of pride in her voice as she talked 
of her ambitious young husband's schedule. She knew her mother tended to 
look down on Roger, and she was anxious to impress her with his hard work. 

"Oh that's right, he is going to school, isn't he?" the older woman replied 
absently, running her finger over the surface of the table as if searching 
for dust. "Funny, I can't think of Roger as anything but a service station 
attendant." 

"And what's wrong with that?", Millie asked, bristling at her offhand 
dismissal of Roger's educational efforts. 

"Nothing, dear, nothing at all." But a faraway, disappointed look crossed 
her eyes, a look her daughter knew well. "Of course, your father and I hoped 
you'd marry ... a different sort of man, someone from your own background, 
but there's no point in discussing that now, is there? I mean, what's done 
is done. Roger's a very nice young man, a trifle unpolished, but I'm sure 
contact with you will give him the social graces he didn't acquire from his 
family. 

As though her words had suddenly reminded her of something, Millie's mother 
frowned slightly, then leaned forward in her chair, a serious expression on 
her face. "Incidentally, dear," she said, lowering her voice confidentially, 
"now that we're alone, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you 
about." 

"What is it?" Millie asked, her stomach contracting uneasily at her mother's 
attitude and tone. It was exactly the one she had always used on Millie when 
she was a child. 

"Well, I only mention it because I know you're often a little naive about 
things like this, dear, even though you are a married woman but-do you 
really think it's a good idea for you to appear in public dressed-the way 
you are?" 

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" Millie asked, checking her 
appearance anxiously in the mirror. 

"Oh, it's very attractive, but too revealing, don't you think? I know it's 
the fashion nowadays to go around half naked, but I don't care what anyone 
says. Some things never change. I noticed your landlord looking through the 
window earlier, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to give the impression you 
were loose!" 

Suddenly embarrassed, Millie continued to stare at her reflection. She 
hadn't been trying for any sort of sexual effect when she put on the skimpy 
shorts and halter, only to be attractive and comfortable on the warm June 
day, and she certainly didn't consider the grounds of the secluded farm 
being public. But her mother's disapproval and concern seemed so genuine 
that she began to think that perhaps she was showing a great deal of skin. 

"Roger really-likes this outfit," she murmured, defensively. 

"I'm sure he does," her mother replied archly. 

"But I hope your husband's appetites haven't made you forget your 
upbringing, Millie. You know what I've always told you. A woman has only 
herself to blame if her husband doesn't treat her like a lady. It's the 
woman's duty to set the tone of things. Men can be such brutes, as I'm sure 
you've discovered after eight months of marriage!" 

Millie felt herself blush from head to toe at her mother's remark, for the 
domineering older woman had hit the mark precisely. She and Roger had been 
having sexual problems lately, and they were all of a sexual nature. It 
seemed to the troubled young bride that something had changed in their 
lovemaking recently. Her husband hinted sometimes at things that shocked 
her, things that she was sure were wrong, and frequently they quarreled over 
the separate approaches to lovemaking, she tearfully protesting the lack of 
tender romance in their marriage, and he accusing her of being too prim and 
reserved. Gradually she had tried to fight down her own convictions, 
encouraged by Roger. 

Under her husband's tutelage, she had forced herself to become less 
resistant to sex, and it was true she had begun to tap a sensual side of her 
nature that would have shocked her prim parent had she known of it. But at 
the same time, she had begun to feel a deep inner conflict, almost a sense 
of shame over her own erotic feelings that her mother's words brought 
vividly to life again. 

Part of the reason she had set her heart on the summer retreat was because 
she hoped in the romantic setting to recapture the bliss of the early days 
of their marriage, when Roger had made love to her so tenderly and 
patiently. But now she began to wonder if perhaps the harshness of Roger's 
sexual demands wasn't at least partially her own fault. She might have given 
him the impression inadvertently that she enjoyed a certain crudity on his 
part. And with a sudden rush of shame, she realized that her husband's 
forthright sexuality did excite her strangely, calling up a long repressed 
wildness that she had to struggle to keep under control. 

Ravaged by guilt, lately Millie had even found herself avoiding sex 
altogether, much to her husband's annoyance. She wanted to make love to him 
fully, to be a good wife, but her own almost ungovernable feelings filled 
her with such fear and shame that she didn't know what to do! She had longed 
lately for another woman in whom she might confide her problems, and 
although she knew that she could never discuss them with her mother, perhaps 
her words had given her a clue as to where the difficulty lay. It was 
possible that she herself was inciting in Roger the very actions she 
objected to. 

"I guess I'll go and change," she decided, not daring to meet her mother's 
penetrating gaze. 

"That's a good girl, dear," her mother beamed, and Millie once again felt 
like an immature child. "Now what can be keeping those worthless men? My 
goodness, I can't sit down for a minute..." Still chattering, the severe 
woman briskly made her way downstairs to continue supervising the unpacking. 

Roger Cole had at last finished unloading the last of the cartons and 
suitcases from the van, with the negligible help of Joe, and was sitting on 
the low stone wall that surrounded the patio. A man with a volatile temper, 
the young man's patience was strained almost to the breaking point by the 
efforts of moving under the direction of his over-bearing mother-in-law, and 
he surveyed the boxes disgustedly as he wiped trickles of sweat from his 
sun-tanned face and neck with his handkerchief. The hot sun beat down 
unmercifully, making his white shirt cling to his muscular back and 
shoulders, and the thought of lugging several loads of boxes upstairs did 
nothing to alleviate the sourness of his mood. 

All day long he'd had to endure the thinly veiled contempt of the older 
woman, who hardly even bothered to conceal her dislike for him or her 
disapproval of Millie's decision to marry him. To make matter's worse, he 
had given in, against his better judgment, to Millie's insistence that they 
borrow the money for the summer apartment from her parents, which seemed to 
make the old lady feel even freer to order him about. Her attitude made it 
plain that she considered him less than a man for being unable to provide 
her daughter with little luxuries, and he had begun to regret bitterly his 
decision to take the apartment, since it seemed to place them more and more 
under his mother-in-law's thumb. More and more he wanted to tell her what 
she could do with her money and her suggestions and her snide remarks, but 
his financial dependence on her choked the words in his throat. 

"Hi neighbors," Brett Dawson said melodiously, approaching them with a tray 
containing several bottles of beer and some glasses. "I thought you might 
like a little liquid refreshment." 

His mother-in-law's eyes narrowed in disapproval as she took in the 
ravishing blonde's appearance. Brett was still clad in the tight shorts and 
halter she had been wearing earlier. "No thank you," Millie's mother said 
primly. "I never touch alcoholic beverages. But I'm sure Roger will join 
you. He'd much rather drink than work!" Turning on her heel, she strode away 
to find Joe, leaving Roger open mouthed on the patio with his landlord's 
wife. 

"Sorry about that," he said apologetically, shaking his head in 
embarrassment and disbelief at his mother-in-law's parting shot. "I'm afraid 
my wife's mother doesn't care for me very much." 

"Oh, you don't have to explain, believe me," Brett said easily. 

Relieved by her immediate understanding, and took the foam-topped glass of 
beer she held out to him. "Aaaaahh," he sighed after the first gulp of the 
refreshing liquid, "thanks a lot. That's just what I needed. It sure is hot 
today." 

"Why don't you take your shirt off?" the sultry blonde invited. "It looks 
like it's soaked through. I can hang it out on the line to dry, and I'm sure 
you'd be more comfortable without it." 

"That's not a bad idea," the brown-haired young man replied, lifting the 
sweat-dampened garment over his head. Brett watched with interest as his 
hard, muscular chest, bronzed from the sun and lightly fringed with softly 
curling chest hair, was revealed to her eyes. 

"You've got a good build," she said in frank admiration. 

Her straightforward appraisal startled the young husband for a moment, but 
he enjoyed the flattering remark. "Thanks," he bantered. "You're not so bad 
yourself!" In fact, the closeness of the alluringly mature wife of his 
landlord had started his thick cock pulsing softly almost from the moment 
she had come outside, and he had a hard time keeping his eyes from gazing 
openly at the dark shadow of cleavage between her lushly swaying breasts. 
Brett smiled mischievously at his compliment. 

"I must confess I have an ulterior motive in coming out here," Brett 
murmured, "besides just offering you a beer." 

"Oh, yeah?" Roger replied, his lips curling in an involuntary smile at her 
words. "What's that?" 

"I wondered if you and Millie were doing anything for dinner tonight, and if 
not, if you'd like to come down to our place." 

"It sounds good to me," the young husband replied. Then he glanced in the 
direction of Millie's mother, who was beginning to hover impatiently closer 
and closer to them. "But first I think we'd better check it out with 
Millie." 

"Why don't I come upstairs with you and ask her? 

"Fine." Roger set his glass down on the wall and began picking up boxes, 
unable to resist the urge to show off a bit by taking a heavier load than he 
would have ordinarily. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Coles and the Dawsons were seated on the screened in sun porch of the 
ground floor of the house, finishing the last of their dinner. The evening 
had passed quickly, despite an undercurrent of strain between Roger and 
Millie which their landlords pretended not to notice. In fact, the young 
couple had quarreled earlier in the afternoon, and although they both tried 
to appear relaxed and untroubled, inwardly each was frustrated and annoyed 
with the other. The argument had started over Roger's insistence that they 
"get rid" of Millie's parents early, despite the fact that Brett had 
included them in her dinner invitation to Millie. 

Over his wife's protests, he had rather brusquely broken the news of their 
plans for the evening. As Millie had feared, her mother had been very hurt 
and had left tearfully, murmuring "I know when I'm not wanted." The young 
housewife felt overwhelmed with remorse, and after her parents' departure, 
had burst into tears and angry recriminations at her husband's callousness. 
At first he had tried to conciliate her, even attempting to make love, but 
she had repulsed him angrily, refusing even to let him touch her. The 
afternoon had ended in stony silence as they showered and dressed for 
dinner. 

Roger had had a great deal to drink before and during dinner, and except for 
polite conversation, had almost totally ignored her, devoting himself 
instead to being absolutely charming to his voluptuous hostess, who was 
dazzlingly attractive that evening. Her ripely curving body was clad in a 
long, lavender-and-gold striped skirt with a ruffle on the bottom that 
swayed with the alluring rhythm of her hips when she walked, and matching 
midriff top with long sleeves and a low neckline, and dainty thong sandals. 
Her blonde hair was pulled back, except for softly waved strands that framed 
her expertly made-up face, and around her neck was a circular pendant of 
Indian silver on a long chain. Even if he had not been angry and frustrated 
with his wife, Roger would have found it difficult to take his eyes off the 
vision of casual womanly sophistication presented by his attractive hostess. 

"Brett, that was a delicious dinner," the young husband said expansively. 
"In fact, it was a fantastic dinner, wasn't it honey?" 

"Yes, yes it certainly was," his wife replied, smiling brightly. "I've never 
had such good spaghetti, Brett. You must give me the recipe." 

"Why thank you," the well-built blonde replied. "But it's not just the food, 
it's the company that makes the meal. Who'd like some coffee?" 

"I'll help you," Millie volunteered hastily when they had all answered in 
the affirmative. Tense and anxious after the confrontations that afternoon 
with both her mother and her husband, she had felt awkward and ill at ease 
all evening, and she welcomed the opportunity to perform the routine tasks 
of housekeeping and helping her hostess. It would calm her nerves, she 
thought. But Roger thwarted her plans by pushing himself to his feet and 
grabbing her hand. 

"No, I'll help you Brett," he insisted, his voice a little slurred. "The 
little woman's been working hard all day, and I consider it my duty to keep 
her off her feet at night!" 

A burst of laughter from Brett and Pete greeted his words, and Millie 
flushed with embarrassment as her husband pushed her determinedly back into 
her chair. 

"That's not a duty, Roger," Pete chimed in, "that's a pleasure!" 

"Never you mind, lover," Brett said, seeing Millie's discomfort. "You just 
remember this next time I-want help with the dishes!" 

"Baby, you've spent more time on your back in the past fifteen years than 
any ten women have a right to," her husband teased. "Say, while you two are 
cleaning up, why don't I get out those pictures we took in Hawaii last 
winter, that is if Millie and Roger would like to see them." 

Pete and Millie watched as Brett, followed by Roger, who first made an 
elaborately chivalrous bow, disappeared into the kitchen, where the sounds 
of their amiable laughter and conversation drifted into the sun porch 
occasionally. Once they were gone, Millie found herself at a loss for words, 
and her shyness was not alleviated by the realization that her host was 
staring at her openly, his full sensual lips curled in a slight smile above 
his goatee. He seemed mysterious and fascinating to the naive young girl, 
both because of his free-wheeling life style, which allowed him and Brett to 
travel extensively, and because he was undeniably attractive. 

"A penny for your thoughts," Pete said softly, crossing his legs and 
flicking the ash on his cigarette as he watched her like a cat, lean and 
sure of himself and ready to spring. 

"Oh, I was just thinking this little town must seem awfully dull to you and 
Brett, I mean after Hawaii and all..." Her voice trailed off shyly, and the 
curvaceous young brunette found herself hating the naive and unsophisticated 
impression she felt she was creating. 

"Oh, Hawaii is wonderful, all right. Things are much more relaxed than they 
are here, if you know your way around. The women are very beautiful, too, 
like you." 

"Why thank you," Roger's wife stammered, both pleased at his unexpected 
compliment and at the same time unreasonably wary. His manner seemed 
"flirtatious" to the young girl, and she was determined that nothing in her 
conduct would give him the impression she was even remotely interested in 
that sort of thing. 

"If you'll excuse me a moment, Millie," she said smoothly, rising from his 
chair, "I'll go and get those photographs now, and the liqueur." 

"Can I help?" 

"No, no, you just relax. I'll only be a minute." 

Left alone on the sun porch, Millie Cole closed her eyes wearily, massaging 
her temples with the tips of her fingers. The accumulated tension of the 
afternoon had left her with the beginnings of a headache, and she hoped the 
evening would be over soon, even though she enjoyed the company of Pete and 
Brett and the glamorous world they seemed to inhabit. The sounds of laughter 
coming from the kitchen reached her ears. Roger and Brett certainly seem to 
be enjoying themselves, she thought. I wonder why it's so hard for me to let 
go like that. Then she frowned, remembering her mother's last words to her 
before she left. She had gone down to the car to say goodbye and to try to 
smooth things over. "Millie dear, you don't have to say a thing," her mother 
had assured her, reaching out of the car window to pat her daughter's hand 
with her own gloved one. "I know it's not your fault. And by the way, dear, 
I'd keep a sharp eye on that Dawson woman." 

Her reverie was interrupted by Pete's return with several envelopes of 
photographs and a bottle of amber-colored liqueur. "Sorry to leave you alone 
for so long," he apologized, setting the bottle down on the table and going 
to an antique sideboard for some glasses. 

At that moment Brett and Roger returned from the kitchen, Roger bearing a 
tray piled high with cups, saucers, and spoons, while Pete's wife brought 
coffee and milk. 

"Lover, we sure picked the right tenants," the buxom blonde said to her 
husband. "I like these two!" 

"So do I," Pete agreed. Why don't you all get your coffee and we'll move 
over on the couch where we can be comfortable and pass these pictures 
around." 

In a few moments Pete's suggestion had been followed, and they were all 
seated on the comfortable divan, with coffee cups and liqueur glasses on the 
coffee table in front of them. 

Millie was unable to shake her suspicions of Brett and even of Pete, 
particularly as her hostess sat down next to Roger, leaving her on the other 
side, between the two men. Also her remark bothered Millie. How could she 
say she liked these two-she and Brett had barely exchanged six sentences 
since they'd met. She must mean she liked Roger, that was it. Miserably, the 
young wife sipped the sweet-tasting liqueur, fighting down a rising tide of 
distrust and unhappiness. The first few photographs were innocuous enough. 
The next photo showed Pete, one arm around a woman and the other around his 
wife. Again, all three were in bathing suits, Brett wearing a crocheted one 
that left nothing of her charms to the imagination. Only a thicker weave 
over her nipples and the crotch band of her panties kept her from being 
completely naked. The next was even more vivid, showing a man, Brett, and 
the woman swimming in a secluded lake, but this time the two women were 
actually naked to the waist! 

Roger could hardly believe his eyes as he glanced from one to the other of 
the beautiful women in the picture, his gaze riveted particularly to Brett's 
proudly jutting breasts, whose nipples, in reaction to the cold water, were 
tightened into two coral-colored cones. 

"That's a photographer's dream come true, Pete," he said, his voice 
constriction slightly by the sudden pounding in his heart and throat, to say 
nothing of his now fully erect cock, which felt as though it would explode 
in his pants. 

"I hope these pictures don't shock, Millie," he continued looking at her 
questioningly. 

The dark-haired girl was more than a little disturbed by the photos, but the 
casual way in which her host presented them made her unwilling to reveal her 
naivete. Perhaps it was just part of the unusual life they lived. After all, 
there certainly wasn't anything wrong with bathing naked. People went to 
nudist camps and things like that, didn't they? But she'd never met any one 
who did things of that sort before, and the young wife found it difficult to 
maintain her composure. There was something about the pictures that only 
increased her feelings of anxiety about her host and hostess, a sort of 
suggestiveness that she couldn't quite define. 

Dimly she felt they were testing her and Roger, sizing them up on the basis 
of their reactions to the revealing photos, which was in fact the case. She 
didn't want to appear naive before her sophisticated landlord and his wife, 
and so she stifled her shock and disapproval. 

"They're a little surprising," she admitted, not daring to look the darkly 
handsome older man in the eve, "but it looks very ... pleasant." 

Brett could hardly restrain a smile at the girl's reply. "Oh, it's 
fantastic," she said enthusiastically. "Have you ever gone swimming naked?" 

"No, I never have," Millie replied. 

"We'll have to do it this summer then. Once you've done it, bathing suits 
just seem ridiculous. It's so nice to feel totally free." 

Roger and his wife pondered her words in silence. The young husband found 
the idea of swimming naked with other people very erotic, and already he had 
decided he wanted to do it. In fact, everything the Dawsons did seemed 
exotically exciting to him, and he was rapidly losing himself in admiration 
for their carefree approach to life. Man they've really got it made, he 
thought. Travel, houses all over the place, and they're sure as hell up 
front about sex! His own life seemed drab by comparison. 

Millie, too, was fascinated by her landlords, but her feelings were clouded 
by faint disapproval, as well as the anxiety that always seemed to arise in 
her when anything sexual was discussed. The liquor was affecting her 
strangely. She had had a great deal to drink at dinner, and the thick 
amber-colored liqueur was rapidly making her feel drunk, and at the same 
time, strangely aroused. She was achingly aware of physical sensations, and 
each color photograph seemed more and more vividly alive. In her imagination 
she almost felt as though she could feel the hot sun beating down on the 
four nearly naked bodies and her mind began to wander without her conscious 
control into shockingly lewd imagery as each photograph seemed to pass 
through her hands. 

Suddenly she gasped and sat upright. For an instant, she had thought she had 
seen a picture of two people making love! She rubbed her eyes and looked at 
the photo again. It was only Brett and a man dancing exuberantly, but in her 
mind's eye, it had appeared for a brief instant that the man had her 
pinioned against the wall and was fucking into her with his thick rigid 
penis while fondling her whitely glistening breasts with his dark, 
thick-veined hands. The obscene hallucination had only lasted a second, but 
long enough to cause a sudden spasm of lewd sensuality to rock the young 
bride from her head to toes, and suddenly she was horrified to feel a 
growing circle of dampness in the narrow crotch band of her panties. 

"What's the matter, honey?" Roger asked, looking at her with concern as she 
placed her hands on her temples and swayed confusedly in her seat. 

"I ... I must have had too much to drink," she stammered. It seemed to her 
that her husband's voice came from very far away. "I'm afraid I don't feel 
well." 

"I hope the pictures didn't upset you," Brett murmured solicitously. 

"No, no it's not that," Millie replied, unwilling to admit what had 
happened. "I guess I must just be more tired than I thought. Roger, would 
you mind terribly if we went upstairs? I think I have to lie down." 

"Sure, baby," her husband replied, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet. 
He, too was feeling the effects of the drink, though nowhere as strongly as 
his attractive young bride. 

The two couples said their goodbyes, Millie apologizing profusely for her 
sudden dizzy spell, and Brett and Pete assuring her it was all right. When 
the young couple had finally departed, their hosts began exchanging their 
impressions of the evening. 

"Wow, that stuff is really something," Pete said, holding the amber-colored 
bottle up to the light and looking at it almost in awe. "She hardly had 
three sips and she took off. I think she was even hallucinating, did you see 
you she clamped her thighs together and quivered?" 

"Well at least we know she doesn't need much," his wife replied. "I think 
that little piece of information'll come in very handy, when we take her to 
the club." 

"How about him?" 

"I don't think he's going to need much persuasion at all. His cock was thick 
as a baseball bat all night. I think we're going to hear a very interesting 
session between our tenants tonight, lover, very interesting." 

The couple made their way into their own bedroom which was just below 
Roger's and Millie's, and Pete switched on a small intercom by the bed, the 
type sometimes used by parents to keep track of small children in another 
room, while Brett began removing her clothes. Pete grinned in satisfaction. 
"I'll go pour us a little nightcap, and we can settle down for some easy 
listening!" he exclaimed. 

"I'd better go take my shower," Millie said, her voice trembling slightly. 

"I'll be waiting, beautiful," Roger replied, barely able to contain his own 
feelings of lust and delight at his wife's unexpectedly passionate response. 
Baby, will I be waiting, he thought, as he watched her pad barefoot out of 
the room. Once she was gone, he went to his own suitcase and took out 
several things he had brought as a special surprise for this, their first 
night in their new place. Soon the room was glowing with the soft light of 
several candles that reflected off the mirrors like stars. Satisfied with 
the effect, he then placed a small bottle of perfume on the night stand on 
Millie's side of the bed, an expensive gift that he had wanted her to have, 
he justified it on the grounds that he wanted her to have some of the things 
she had been used to before she was married. Once everything was ready, he 
turned down the covers of the bed and stretched out again, impatient for his 
wife to return, his thickly pulsing cock throbbing with anticipation. 

He, too, had high hopes for the beneficial effects of the summer vacation 
house. He was hoping that in the quiet country atmosphere, far from the 
hectic pace of the city, he would at long last succeed in breaking down the 
last bastions of his wife's sexual reserve. True, in the eight months of 
their marriage, she had opened up to him considerably. Amazing. . . given 
the fears and tension instilled in her by her iron-willed mother. It was a 
mystery to the lusty young husband how his beautiful young wife had even 
been conceived, judging from the way her mother hated men. Sometimes when he 
felt a painful tightening in his balls, as though the old lady were actually 
trying to cut them off by the sheer force of her hatred. Himself the 
offspring of easy going, working-class parents who took life as it came, he 
couldn't understand the force that held his wife in restraint, although he 
had tried. 

At first, right after their marriage, Millie had been unwilling even to let 
him see her naked body in the light, and she was still very reticent in 
sexual matters, refusing to make love in any other way except the standard 
position, and rejecting everything except the most innocent foreplay. But he 
knew, with all the sureness of his keenly perceptive masculine instincts, 
that beneath her reserved exterior, she was a full, sensual woman, capable 
of satisfying him completely ... . if only she would let herself go. 

Once or twice she had come close to it, but had always cut herself off at 
the last minute, growing suddenly rigid beneath him as though her body were 
transformed against her will into cold, impenetrable marble. In all the 
months of their marriage, he had succeeded in bringing her to orgasm only a 
few times, and even then it seemed that she blocked out the experience from 
her memory so that each time they made love, it was like starting all over 
again. Over the months, however, he had felt her slowly begin to weaken as, 
with unfailing patience, he had drawn out the sensual side of her nature. 
And tonight, first time, he had felt her respond with a passionate intensity 
he had never seen before. His heart beat faster at the thought that perhaps 
at last all his efforts were going to pay off. 

It hadn't been easy on him to hold back his own powerful drives in order to 
win his shy bride's trust and confidence. No hermit before his marriage, the 
healthy erotic young man was accustomed to a full measure of sexual delight, 
when and how he wanted it. An enormous amount of self-restraint had been 
necessary on his part to give Millie the understanding she seemed to need, 
and lately he had felt himself dangerously close to some sort of breaking 
point. More and more often he noticed the attention his youthful good looks 
attracted from women when he was on the job. Always he fielded their offers 
deftly, so as not to insult, but he had to admit to himself that as time 
went on, and his bride continued in her prudishness, he was finding it 
harder and harder to justify his strict fidelity. He was a man wasn't he? 
With the needs of a man for fully satisfying release of his pent-up physical 
and emotional needs. 

Christ! He couldn't go on like a high school freshman forever, particularly 
when he had the sexiest bundle of ripe feminine loveliness he'd ever laid 
eyes on right in his own bed at night. It was beginning to drive him crazy 
never to be able to let himself go completely for fear of shocking or 
offending-her, or worse still, of cutting off her still tentative responses 
altogether. It was time to take some drastic action, before it was too late. 

Tonight he had found himself alarmingly drawn to the statuesque beauty of 
Brett Dawson, to the point that he had even thought she was giving him the 
eye. It was dangerous, he reflected, when he was so horny that he was ogling 
his landlord's wife and imagining he saw signs that she was returning his 
interest. She wouldn't be hard to get interested in, either, the hotly 
aroused young husband thought, absently massaging the thick shaft of his 
penis and remembering her alluring blonde loveliness. She sure doesn't make 
any bones about enjoying sex! 

The image of Brett's proudly thrusting bare breasts as they appeared in the 
photographs flashed across his mind, and his cock jerked excitedly. And 
another memory, one he had determinedly avoided, also crossed his brain. He 
had almost been certain that, while they were looking at the pictures, Brett 
had been subtly stroking his thigh, although it could have been only the 
accidental contact of their bodies pressed close together on the couch. In 
any case, he was certain that he and Millie had to make some kind of real 
sexual progress soon or something was going to explode, and he was pretty 
sure it was going to be his self-imposed sexual restraints. Maybe Brett 
Dawson was a little too close to home, but there were others, millions of 
them, walking in and out of shops and office buildings, all day, and he 
couldn't be expected to wear blinders forever! 

At that moment, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and Millie's 
footsteps approaching, and he put all other thoughts out of his mind as he 
waited to see her reaction to the changes he had made in the spacious 
bedroom. She stopped in surprise at the doorway at the sight of the candles 
casting a soft, romantic glow over the polished wood of the old-fashioned 
furnishings. Her petite frame was dressed in a light cotton nightgown 
beneath which Roger could see the dim outline of her ripe young body, and 
the sight made his massively erect penis swell even larger with excitement. 
Millie's satiny skin still glistened with drops of water from the shower, 
and she had dusted herself with a sweet-smelling powder whose aroma wafted 
to the young man's nostrils. 

"Oh Roger," his doe-eyed brunette wife breathed, her eyes lighting up 
happily. "How nice!" 

"Thought you'd might like a little atmosphere to inaugurate our 
second-honeymoon house," the young man smiled, pleased at her reaction. "I 
got you a little present, too," he continued, nodding towards the nightstand 
where the bottle of perfume was prominently displayed. 

"Oh darling, you shouldn't have," she murmured, opening the little flask and 
daubing the musky scent behind her ears. "But thank you!" 

Leaning down, she kissed him softly on the lips, and Roger reached up 
hungrily, pulling her down on the bed and returning her kiss with lust 
ardor. The young bride wanted with all her heart to return his fervor, but 
the confusing events of the day, starting with her mother's poisonous words, 
had left her confused and shaken. Also, her own reactions were so strange 
that they frightened her, and she felt herself holding back. Her husband 
wanted to make love to her, she knew. He had gone to great trouble to make 
this night special. But her own feelings vacillated between mental 
resistance and a physical intensity brought on in sudden waves by the potent 
drug she had unknowingly taken, so powerful that its stormy force frightened 
her. Desperately she began looking for ways to forestall getting into bed. 

"I ... I just have a few things to do in the kitchen," she said, twisting 
away from her husband's embrace. "Then I'll be right in." 

Roger frowned in puzzlement and in slight annoyance as she practically raced 
from the room. The pattern was all too familiar, and he could feel the 
beginnings of sharp disappointment at her sudden exit. His cock was pounding 
insistently with the desire to fuck his beautiful wife, and he was 
determined she wasn't going to put him off tonight, although it seemed 
unbelievable to him that she would even try. He could hear her puttering 
aimlessly in the kitchen, and the sound of her activity, coupled with the 
memory of her lushly curvaceous body, fed the fires of lust and burgeoning 
anger churning in his drug and alcohol-fogged brain. 

"What the hell are you doing in there, baby?" he finally called, his voice a 
little sharp. 

"I'm coming right in," his wife replied, a little frightened at his tone. 

Downstairs, Pete and Brett Dawson, stretched out on their own double bed, 
listened to the conversation between the two young married with interest. 
The athletically muscled landlord was completely naked, and his hands 
lightly stroked his cock and balls as he strained to hear every word. 

Beside him, Brett, also naked, was reclining comfortably naked, her long 
shapely legs crossed at the ankles and a cigarette balanced between her 
scarlet-tipped fingers as she, too, listened eagerly to their young tenants. 

"Shit, the younger generation's a bunch of flops," Pete said disgustedly, 
almost as annoyed at Millie's delaying tactics as her husband was. "If that 
was you and me, those bedsprings would've been bouncing like rubber balls by 
now." 

"Patience, lover, patience," his wife consoled. "I've a feeling this is 
going to be interesting." 

"If she gets her ass in bed before that drug wears off, it will, yeah-" 

"Ssshhhh! She's coming back now!" 

They listened intently to the sounds of weight shifting and covers being 
rearranged as Millie finally got into bed. Then there was relative silence, 
broken only by heavy breathing. Then 

Roger's voice was hard, tinged with growing aggravation. 

"Hey baby, what's the matter? You act as though you don't want me to touch 
you." His own words grated in his ears. He was getting sick and tired of 
having to beg for what was his by right, his privileges as a husband. He was 
beginning to feel like a fool every time he had to use tricks and persuasion 
to get around his wife's wall of defenses. 

"I'm sorry, darling," Millie apologized. "I ... I guess I still feel a 
little queasy." 

"Then why don't you just lie back and relax and let me play for a while?" 
Roger struggled to conceal his disappointment at her lack of enthusiasm, 
particularly when her reactions had seemed so promising earlier, but her 
announcement of nausea grated on him. It's always the same thing, he thought 
bitterly. Oh, Roger I've got a headache, or I'm too tired! 

"All right," Millie replied, inwardly trembling at what would follow. 
Mentally she steeled herself. It was her duty, wasn't it? Even her mother 
had told her that when she was still in early adolescence. Darkly she had 
hinted at the terrible things a married woman had to submit-woman's burden, 
she called it. The words returned to Millie's mind now, dampening whatever 
ardor she might have felt. 

Leaning over her prostrate form, Roger began showering hot kisses on her 
face and shoulders, slipping one arm underneath her to pull her closer, 
while with his free hand he began a slow caress of her breast. Gradually he 
worked his hand downwards over the soft curb of her abdomen and her firm 
thighs until he found the hem of her cotton nightie. 

Pushing it upwards, he slid his hand under the satiny texture of her light 
gown, his cock pulsing feverishly at the feel of her naked warm body. 
Flinging his leg over hers, he began levering her knees apart, while his 
lips and tongue left a wet trail that led over her shoulders and neck to the 
top of her nightgown which was cut low enough to reveal the upper section of 
the deep cleavage between her softly quivering breasts. Hot excitement 
surged through the lusty young husband as he explored the contours of her 
trembling mounds of flesh. Hungerily his hand closed around the pliant 
softness of her bare breast, his fingers lightly tweaking the rosy nipples, 
teasing them into tantalizing hardness. Millie tried to tight down the 
rising tension that enveloped her as her husband's caresses became more and 
more insistent. She wanted to respond lovingly, but she couldn't rid herself 
of the nagging sense of shame and guilt that flooded her mind, freezing her 
responses under, a glacier of anxiety. It was as though some mental 
mechanism she didn't understand had cut off the connection between her body 
and mind, and she could only lie passively inert, her eyes tight shut, while 
her husband had his way with her. 

Roger was becoming angry at her total lack of responsiveness, and more than 
ever determined that he was going to possess her tonight, no matter what 
kind of prudish hang-ups and inhibitions she placed as obstacles in his 
path. Tonight he was going to fuck her senseless and let her know at long 
last what it was like to be married to a man, not a compliant child. In a 
sudden movement, he threw back the covers, exposing her nearly naked body. 
Millie started, and tried to pull them back up, but he prevented her. 

"Just lie back," he commanded her firmly. 

Downstairs, their muscular landlord grinned lewdly at his wife on hearing 
his words. "Sounds like our friends are having a few problems," he 
whispered. He was rapidly becoming excited at the sounds of the intimate 
scene, and his thick swelling cock lurched upward from the tangle of his 
dark pubic hair. Brett reached out and grasped it like a pump handle in her 
hand. 

"Nothing a few sessions at the club wouldn't cure," she cooed, snuggling 
closer to her husband and beginning to nibble lightly on his ear, whirling 
her tongue in tantalizing little circles and blowing currents of warm air 
inside, while her deft fingers stroked the sensitive underside of his 
stiffly swaying shaft. Suddenly their erotic play was interrupted by the 
sound of Millie's voice raised in protest. 

"Roger, don't, please! You know I don't like that!" 

Holding her down firmly, Roger was positioned on his stomach between his 
young wife's forcibly outstretched legs and was attempting to bury his lips 
in the downy softness of her pubic mound, an act he had often attempted 
before, and which upset the resistant girl terribly. 

Wildly she struggled to loosen the pressure of his hands on her quivering 
breasts, but her strong husband was too single-mindedly bent on the lewd 
task he had undertaken to be deterred. Firmly he held her in place, 
squeezing and kneading the silky orbs of her breasts almost painfully while 
his tongue trailed snake-like over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, 
nearer and nearer to the glistening pink cuntal split nestled in the ring of 
sparse pussy hair. 

"Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned suddenly, as his wetly questing tongue suddenly 
connected with the tender flesh of her vaginal entrance. A stab of pleasure 
ricocheted through her helplessly splayed form, making her shudder with a 
mixture of eroticism and shame. She felt herself nearly overwhelmed with the 
desire to wriggle down obscenely onto her husband's lustily searching 
tongue, letting her body explode in violent response to his oral 
manipulations, but she fought it with every ounce of her strength. She 
couldn't let go! She couldn't! 

Somewhere in the center of the flame of passion licking so hungrily at her 
loins, were unnamed horrors for the troubled doe-eyed girl, and she broke 
out into a cold sweat as she struggled against Roger's grip. A witch-like 
demon was waiting to devour her, and she had to escape it at any cost. 

"Stop," she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders and trying to push 
him away. "Nnnnnnoooooo! Please, nooooo!" she sobbed. Suddenly, caught in 
the grip of her inexplicable terrors, she seized her husband's brown hair in 
both her hands and pulled with all her might, causing him to jerk away from 
her hotly trembling pussy with a howl of surprise and pain. Millie rolled 
away from him to the far side of the bed, her body shaking with sobs. 

"You bitch!" he spat furiously. "You goddamn fucking bitch!" 

"You know I can't bear it when you do that," his wife wailed. "It's horrible 
and dirty and I don't like it!" 

"You don't like a goddamn thing I do, do you?" her enraged spouse shouted in 
reply. 

Downstairs, the Dawsons listened with great interest to their angry words. 
"I told you it'd be interesting," Brett whispered. 

Unaware that they were being overheard, Roger and Millie continued to hurl 
venomous retorts at each other. 

"I'm trying, Roger, God knows I'm trying, but there are some things I simply 
won't do!" 

"There doesn't seem to be a damn thing you will do!" the frustrated young 
husband spat. "Hell, we've been married nearly a year and you still act like 
a virgin!" 

"Just because I won't participate in ... in gutter perversions?" his wife 
replied, her voice gratingly shrill as she trembled on the brink of 
hysteria. 

"Gutter, huh? Seems that's all I ever hear from you and your fucking old 
lady. I guess I don't have enough class for you, baby, no matter how hard I 
try!" 

The sex starved young man was almost past the point of reason now, incited 
by his frustration, which the aphrodisiac drug heightened unbearably, and 
finally by his wife's prim rejection of his love-making, even after he had 
tried in every way he could think of to please her. His eyes narrowed 
dangerously as he stared at her trembling, nearly naked body huddled 
tearfully and self-righteously in one corner of the bed. "Well, sweetheart, 
it's time you came down off your fucking pedestal and rolled around in the 
gutter a little bit with us common folks, and there's no time like the 
present to start!" 

Before Millie could even realize what he had in mind, he suddenly yanked her 
over on her back and straddled her shoulders with his legs so that his 
lust-swollen cock, gripped in his fist, was only inches from her face. 

"What are you doing?" his startled wife asked, closing her eyes to shut out 
the sight of the pulsating shaft that threatened her menacingly. "Are you 
some kind of nut?" 

"Yeah, maybe I am," her husband snarled drunkenly. "But it's nothing some 
good old-fashioned perversion wouldn't cure!" 

Millie looked at him, frightened of the change in her usually mild-mannered 
husband. He was leering down at her cruelly, his blue eyes flashing anger 
and contempt as he pinned the struggling girl down to the bed with the full 
weight of his strong body. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice 
quavering. 

"I mean if your tight little pussy is too precious to be touched, maybe you 
can try touching my cock. That'd be novel, wouldn't it?" he hurled at her, 
referring to the fact that in all the months of their marriage, his 
repressed bride had almost never ventured to stimulate his genitals 
directly. "I mean, bitch, you're going to suck me off!" 

Pete Dawson grinned delightedly at the outraged husband's command. "Right 
on, brother," he exclaimed approvingly, raising a clenched fist toward the 
ceiling. "You're restoring my faith in the youth". 

"Sssshhhh!" his wife demanded. "I want to hear this!" 

Millie's mouth fell open in horror at her husband's lewd command. "No! I 
won't do such a terrible thing! Never-ooowwww!" Her words were cut off by a 
sharp slap administered by her enraged husband, who struck her full in the 
face. Aghast, she stared up at him; he seemed transformed into a cruel 
stranger, and hot tears of hurt rose to her brown eyes, as much from the 
emotional shock of his sudden brutality as from the stinging sensation in 
her cheek. 

"I'm fucking sick and tired of all your no's", he raged. "You won't let me 
fuck you? Okay sweetheart, then you can suck me off! And don't try any 
clever bitchy tricks with your teeth, either," he warned, noting the look of 
angry resistance with Which she greeted his words, "or I'll make you wish 
you hadn't!" 

Millie could scarcely believe what he was suggesting. But there was no doubt 
but that he meant what he said. His pulsingly alive shaft of male hardness 
was only inches from her lips, the tiny eye in the tip glistening with a 
droplet of male hardness and whitish pre-cum. He wanted her to take that 
horrible throbbing column of flesh into her mouth, and his mood was so 
violent that the stunned young wife didn't dare to resist any further, not 
after the way he had slapped her only moments before. 

"All ... all right," she murmured weakly, not even trying to think of how 
she would get through the awful ordeal confronting her. "I'll do whatever 
you say." 

"That's more like it," Roger replied, leering victoriously down at her and 
shifting his position so that she could raise herself high on the pillow. 
Then he leaned forward so that his. quivering cock head brushed against the 
warm softness of her full red lips. The young wife drew back at the contact 
of his rigidly erect shaft, tasting the slightly tart drop of moisture at 
the tip. Oh God! She couldn't go through with it! Imploringly she raised 
tear-filled brown eyes to her implacable husband, but he was past heeding 
any pleas for mercy. The sight of his thickly rigid penis poised at the 
entrance to her oral cavern affected him like a lewd fantasy image come to 
life. He wanted to plunge his swollen shaft into her warm wet mouth and fuck 
it in and out until he came, and nothing was going to change his mind. 

Reaching down, he gripped his wife's mane of dark hair and pulled her head 
forward, pressing her fearfully trembling lips directly against the rubbery 
head of his penis. 

"Open your mouth, or I'll force you to open it!" he snarled sadistically. 

Millie, her body already drenched in a fearful sweat, knew she had no choice 
but to comply. Closing her eyes, she opened her trembling lips and with 
great effort managed to encompass the very tip of his cock. Involuntarily 
she gagged and tried to draw back, but her lust-incited husband gripped her 
hair tightly with one hand, while with the other, he encircled the thick 
girth of his eagerly throbbing penis, pulling the foreskin back with his 
thumb and forefinger. Then he rammed forward, driving the massive rod half 
its length into the warm recesses of the young bride's virginal mouth. Her 
teeth raked against it painfully, but at least it was in. "I said watch your 
teeth, bitch," he commanded again, twisting her hair in warning. 

Trembling, Millie did her best to relax the muscles of her jaws, and she 
covered her teeth with the edges of her full lips so as not to enrage her 
sadistic husband any further. She felt as though she would choke on the 
hotly pulsing shaft as it worked its way further and further into her 
throat, but her husband's firm grip left her no choice but to submit as best 
she could. 

Incredibly he drove forward, plowing the rest of the thick-veined column, 
every inch of it, far back into her throat! His pendulous balls pressed 
against her chin, and her nostrils were filled with the pungent male odor of 
his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time from the 
uncontrollable gagging sensation she felt as Roger began to slowly flex his 
long quivering penis and was lasciviously in and out of her mouth, savoring 
the warm pull of her wetly ovaled lips each time he withdrew! This was what 
he needed he thought exultantly. For the first time in months, he felt like 
a whole man again! 

Once the enormous shock of the intrusion of his feverishly hot pole into her 
oral depths was over, Millie found she could relax slightly, at least enough 
to be able to endure his rapidly mounting strokes. Sensing her partial 
surrender, Roger relaxed his grip on her hair. In an effort to please her 
husband, hoping in this way to bring the horrifying act to an early 
conclusion, Millie's mouth began to open and close around the fleshy column 
stuffed up inside it, tentatively at first then with increasing deftness. 
Her tongue darted at the tiny glans opening at the tip, and then downwards 
over the sensitive underside, covering the length of the rapidly plunging 
shaft with warm wet spittle. 

"Oooooohhh," she heard her husband moan above her, his eyes closed in 
sensual delight as he felt her unbearably pleasurable sucking. His heart was 
thundering like a cannon in his chest in time with the erotic pulsing in his 
blood-engorged penis, and he moaned and twitched convulsively as spasms of 
long-denied sensual urgency snaked through his loins, driving him wild with 
desire. 

Roger's obvious enjoyment was a revelation to Millie, for in all the months 
of their young marriage, she had been too preoccupied with her own sexual 
traumas and difficulties ever to give her full attention to his reactions. 
She found herself fascinated by his response to her inexperienced sucking of 
his cock, to the extent that, without realizing it, she reached up 
tentatively and began running her smooth hands over the sexually tensed 
surface of his firm buttocks and the corded pillars of his thighs. Even the 
texture of his thickly probing cock was new to her, and she was surprised to 
realize that it was not at all unpleasant. 

With sudden curiosity, Millie worked her arms upwards between his legs so 
that she could run her fingers over the lower part of the hotly throbbing 
shaft exposed each time he drew back from the interior of her mouth and 
throat. Now and then she shyly touched his heavy cum-filled balls, and this 
increased in voluntary activity on his wife's part made the young man's 
loins ache with intensified sensuality. Roger's passion mounting, he thrust 
his thick turgid cock deep in her throat, then pulled out, over and over 
again, shoving his hips forward with steady, rhythmic thrusts. 

Millie found herself beginning to feel strong salacious ripples of a dark 
erotic excitement as she continued to perform the sexual act that only 
moments before had seemed to her shameful and perverted. She knew 
instinctively that this was the sort of feeling that her mother had 
cautioned her against, and that she had actually fought against so hard, not 
realizing, in her naivete and long repression, that it was simply the normal 
sexual response of a healthy woman. Now, her resistance worn down by the 
many shocks of the day, culmination in her forced subjugation by her lusty 
husband and aided by the drug secretly provided by Pete and Brett, she began 
to abandon herself to it, unwilling or unable to carry on the exhausting 
struggle any longer. 

Her husband was treating her like an anonymous whore, not like his tenderly 
loved wife, and even though she knew it was shameful and bestial, her body 
began to respond with undeniable excitement! Wanton animal pleasure that she 
had never before faced fully overwhelmed her, as though the brutal force of 
her husband's attack had relieved her of the necessity to maintain any 
semblance of dignity or self-restraint. Blotting out the vestiges of mental 
restraint that still lingered in her mind, she opened her mouth wider to 
receive his hot rampaging cock and began sucking voraciously. 

"Oooooohhhhhh yyeeessssss!" Roger growled lustily, immediately sensing the 
change in her. 

"Baby, you're beautiful! Suck my cock!! ! Suck it goood!! ! ! " 

Roger's vulgar words increased Millie's unexpected surge of passion, and she 
sucked greedily at his lust-distended penis. Spasms of sharp sensation 
surged upward through her tightly clenched pussy, dilating it and making her 
body ache with a totally new delight. Eagerly she gripped his hotly 
twitching cock with her hungrily sucking lips and squeezed the wrinkled 
surface of his hardening testicles in her slim hands, driving her husband 
wild with passion. 

"Oh, Christ I'm cummiinngggggg!! ! ! ! I'm cummmmmmiiinnnggg!! 
Ahh-AAhhhhAhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! " 

And he was there! A thick jet of white, thick liquid suddenly burst forth 
from the swollen head of his fiercely plunging cock and gushed into Millie's 
mouth. The unexpected explosion of cum made his young wife shiver and gag, 
and momentarily shocked her. 

She was sure she couldn't swallow it, but as gush after gush of foaming male 
fluid filled her oral cavity, she knew she had no choice, and she forced 
herself to gulp it down. Even this, she found was not as bad as she'd 
expected it to be, and soon she was draining his slowly deflating cock with 
a animal urgency that made him groan with delight. 

His orgasm completed, Roger slid off his wife's still wildly trembling body, 
and rolled over on his side of the bed, breathing heavily from his 
exertions. Millie lay motionless, swallowing the last of his warm ejaculated 
sperm which lingered in her mouth. Her mind could scarcely comprehend what 
had happened to her. Her pussy, hotly aroused but unsatisfied by the torrid 
oral fucking she had just performed on her husband, throbbed softly, filling 
her with a gently subsiding, but still sweetly aching desire. Her mind 
reeled with the knowledge of what just had happened and, now that the 
excitement was over, with renewed and confusing feelings of shame and guilt. 
Oh, my God, she thought, what have I done, this is awful! It's depraved! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Millie Cole sat at the kitchen table sipping slowly on a cup of tea, her 
mind racing with troubled thoughts. It had been two and a half days now 
since Roger had gone back into the city to work. The first day, Monday was 
sunny, and a long walk down the pleasant back country lanes seemed to ease 
her mind, to envelop her in a warm summery mood that made her problems with 
her marriage seem like an unreal dream. But on Tuesday it had become cloudy, 
and she had sat in the apartment all that day feeling like a prisoner, her 
mind running torturously over the brutal way Roger had forced her to take 
his penis into her mouth. The memory of that terrifying evening leered up at 
her from the deep recesses of her consciousness like a tormenting demon. 

Over and over Millie saw the thickly throbbing bulk of his angrily erect 
penis pressing lewdly against her mouth. Her lips grew dry and tight every 
time she thought about it. And when it was inside, lunging mercilessly down 
her fearfully constricting throat and finally spurted a scalding waterfall 
of semen into the depths of her mouth, the young wife had never experienced 
such shameful things in her life! If her mother ever found out what had 
happened, she realized with bitter irony, most-likely the authoritative 
woman would have a heart attack right there on the spot. Her daughter, her 
well-behaved, well brought-up young daughter acting in a way no better than 
a whore! 

Millie had calmed down somewhat when Tuesday afternoon Brett had come 
upstairs with some fresh coffee. They had chatted amiably, and a spark of 
warm friendship seemed to spring up between the two women that obliterated 
completely the mistrust Millie had felt at dinner on Sunday evening. Charmed 
by the voluptuous blonde's cordial manner, Millie now felt Brett was very 
nice, and she found herself wondering if she was perhaps the female friend 
and confidante she had longed for. Maybe she could help with my problems, 
the naive young wife thought. I've never really confided in another person 
except for Roger and my mother, and Mother just belongs to another 
generation. She can't possibly understand the things Roger and I are going 
through, at least not the sexual problems. Brett Dawson on the other hand, 
might be just the sort of understanding adviser she needed, someone who had 
an experienced adjusted approach to sexuality. She and Pete seemed so at 
ease with each other, probably, she mused, because they traveled so much and 
had seen so much of the world. 

"I've hardly been anywhere," Millie said aloud to herself. "I'm like a 
frightened little girl sometimes...." 

As the strong summer rain drummed a hypnotic tattoo all around her, the 
young wife's mind began to focus on something else that had happened on mat 
traumatic Sunday night before Roger left for the city to work, the night 
when he had forced her to take his stiffly rigid penis into her mouth. 
Despite her fear and disgust, there were fleeting moments during the 
disturbing act when she had actually ... she shook in shame and confusion as 
she made the terrible admission to herself. . . she actually enjoyed it! 

Undeniable flashes of irresistibly thrilling pleasure had rippled through 
her nakedly tensed young body like bolts of soft lightning, giving her a 
tantalizing glimpse of what untold excitement might be hers if she could 
only break through her deep-seated fears. And yet, at the same time, she 
could still hear her mother's words of warning echoing in her brain like a 
witches' spell: You mustn't give in to your animal appetites, Millie, or 
you'll be no better than an animal. 

The lovely young brunette pressed the palms of her hands against her ears, 
hoping to shut out the inward sounds of her mother's bitter words. "Oh God 
help me," she moaned to herself. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I don't 
know what to do!" 

Meanwhile in the bedroom of the downstairs apartment, Brett Dawson was 
standing before a full-length mirror, examining her sleekly rounded body 
with a keen eye. She was dressed in a pair of skin-tight cotton shorts and a 
matching halter top of bright mauve, a color that gave extra luminescence to 
her tawnily glistening skin and the pure blonde sheen of her hair. Behind 
her, sprawled naked on the wide double bed, having just completed a shower, 
her husband cast a leering glance over her nearly naked body and whistled 
appreciatively. 

"Baby, I must say you are one hell of a luscious chick!" 

"You think so, lover?" his wife asked, arching her well-shaped, carefully 
penciled brows in sly amusement. "Not getting too hefty around the hips, am 
I?" 

"No baby, you're just right. Just right!" His hungry eyes roved lustily over 
her statuesque frame, lingering over her pointed, up-thrust breasts and then 
traveling lewdly down to the scantily clad perfection of her blooming hips. 

There was no doubt in the sensually experienced man's mind that his wife was 
one in a million, and he reached down absently to fondle the tingling 
semi-hardness of his slowly awaking cock that was responding quickly to the 
appetizing vision of female allure in front of him. "It's a shame to waste 
it on that uptight chick upstairs," he said mischievously. "You look so good 
to me I could cum right now just looking." 

"Mmmmmm," his wife purred, breaking into a smile. 

"That's nice to know, lover. I get worried sometimes you might lose interest 
in me with all the cunts you have to play with at the club." 

"Don't worry, baby, they can't hold a candle to you! I mean I can get 
granulated sugar at the supermarket, but when it comes to wild honey, 
there's no place like home." 

Brett laughed throatily at his remark and moved quick-silver toward the bed 
where her muscular husband lay toying obscenely with his rapidly stiffening 
cock. The sultry blonde sat down next to him on the bed and let her right 
hand graze lightly over the rock-hard muscles of his broad chest. 

"We'll have plenty of time for play later, lover," she said softly. "But if 
we're ever going to make any headway with little Mrs. Cole upstairs, I think 
I'd better get going right now. And besides, I'm in the mood for a little 
female love ... . " 

"Yeah? Well don't get to like it too much," Pete said, lightly tweaking the 
tips of her opulent breasts. "Remember, this is just a trick to get the two 
of them set up for the club." 

"Oh, I'll remember. But I can't help it if I enjoy it, can I? After all, 
like you always say, when you make your work pleasure, you don't mind 
working so much." 

'True, baby, very true. Just remember to steer her into the bedroom so I can 
listen in. I like to have my little pleasure too, you know." 

"I'll do my best. I'm hoping that'll make her receptive." Brett kissed her 
husband quickly, got up from the bed, and checked herself out in the mirror 
again. Then she walked into the kitchen where a bottle of expensive bourbon 
and two glasses stood on the table waiting to be used. A minute later she 
was knocking on the upstairs apartment door. 

"Why, Brett," Millie exclaimed as she opened the door. "How nice to see you! 
I didn't expect you today." 

"Oh," Pete was working downstairs and I got bored, so I thought you might 
want some company on a rainy afternoon. I brought something to drink along, 
too, but if you're too busy...." 

"No. No, please come in. I was just brooding...." 

"Brooding, eh?" the tall blonde echoed as she sailed past the petite girl 
into the kitchen, "I thought so. I can always tell when a woman's on edge. 
You're a little red around the eyes. Been crying. A dead giveaway." 

"Oh, it's nothing," Millie said with a sigh as she closed the door. "Just 
some old problems." 

"Well, I've got just the thing to cheer you up," the older woman replied, 
opening the bourbon bottle. 

"Oh, Brett please, none for me. I hardly ever drink. 

"Oh, the hell with that. Pete always says "take it when you need it." Of 
course, he wasn't only referring to booze but I think it applies, especially 
if you're feeling a little blue." 

"Maybe you're right," Millie said wearily, sitting in the chair opposite her 
new friend. 

Millie was glad that Brett was paying a surprise visit, for she still felt 
confused and deeply troubled, and she still welcomed the chance to have some 
companionship. While Brett filled two glasses with bourbon, the young wife 
glanced somewhat furtively at the provocative way her female visitor was 
dressed. Not only were her shorts snd halter surprisingly skimpy, but she 
realized with a titillating little jolt that the svelte blonde couldn't 
possibly be wearing any underwear, for the tightness of her outfit revealed 
no telltale lingerie marks. Yet, rather than disturb her, this realization 
made a rather exciting impression on the inexperienced young girl, and she 
felt more certain than ever that Brett might be able to help her break 
through her inhibitions. 

"Got any ice?" her neighbor inquired. 

"Sure," she answered, rising and going to the .refrigerator. 

"Say, that's a cute dress you've got on," Brett said, casting an admiring 
glance at the young housewife, who was dressed in a demure but snug-fitting 
light cotton summer dress of pale green that flared in a circle around her 
legs. The garment was of modest design, but it more than amply displayed the 
abundant curves of the dark-haired young wife's shapely frame, and Brett 
felt a twinge of desire begin to pulsate with obscene warmth in her loins. 

"Thanks," Millie replied as she pulled the tray of ice cubes out of the 
freezer section and began filling an ice bucket on the counter. "I like your 
outfit, too. I could never wear anything daring like that. I'm just not the 
type." 

"Oh honey, who are you kidding? You've got a figure that could stop a 
speeding locomotive!" 

"You think so?" Millie asked, somewhat excitingly pleased at Brett's 
compliment. 

"Sure. The only thing is, I think you're afraid of it. I mean you hold 
yourself sometimes as if you think you're ugly and believe me, nothing could 
be farther from the truth!" The young wife stood more erect, so that the 
brassier-encased fullness of her young breasts pushed out proudly against 
her thin cotton dress. "It's nice to hear that," she said, as she brought 
the ice to the table. "I must admit I do get awfully shy about ... things." 

"There's no need to be, believe me." Deftly the sultry blonde filled the 
glasses with bourbon and ice cubes and swizzled them around so that the 
drinks would chill. Then she handed one of them over and smiled warmly. "To 
the new you," she said, raising her glass. 

Millie giggled a little, feeling delightfully wicked about drinking so early 
in the day, but she was determined not to be frightened and childish, and so 
she lightly clinked glasses with her friendly neighbor. 'To the new me!" 

Lifting the glass to her lips she took a deep swallow and at once she 
coughed, for the liquor was vastly stronger than she had anticipated. It 
burned hotly down her throat almost into her stomach. "Oh, that's awfully 
strong! My Gosh!" 

"It's also very expensive, but Pete says its the best. Take smaller sips 
until you get used to it." 

Millie could already feel herself responding to the liquor, for her skin 
tingled softly, and her brain, for the first time in three days, began to 
relax and feel mellow. "Oh," she sighed as she took another, smaller sip. 
"This does feel nice, though, I really need to relax." Millie and her 
attractive neighbor sipped their drinks. Brett gazed intently at the pretty 
young girl, trying to judge her mood and gauge how quickly she should begin 
her planned seduction. Better take it real slow, she concluded. If I go too 
fast she'll get scared, and then I won't be able to get within miles of her. 
Still, it was all she could do to restrain herself, seated so close to the 
radiantly beautiful young housewife. Already her warmly pulsating vaginal 
lips had become moist with anticipation of their lovemaking, and a 
tantalizing quivering was growing in her loins with steady insistency. 

"Millie," she said finally, "Fm not trying to pry or anything, but. . . you 
seem kind of sad. Is it something about the apartment? I mean if there's 
anything you don't like, we can change it around." 

"Oh, no ... the apartment's fine, wonderful," Millie replied quickly, 
feeling somewhat uneasy at Brett's direct question. "No, I guess I'm just a 
little edgy with Rodger away. 

"I know just how you feel," her neighbor replied with sympathy, "I hate it 
when Pete is gone for even an hour. I miss him so much, I positively crave 
him when he comes back. I just kiss him and hug him ... . " 

Brett's apparent sensual ease with her husband made the young wife remember 
fully her own difficulties, and despite herself her eyes became watery. 

Quickly she drank another swallow of bourbon hoping it would keep her 
anxious thoughts from overwhelming her, and although her body grew flushed 
and surged with teasing little bursts of heat, the tears began to spill down 
her cheeks. 

"Millie," Brett remarked in surprise, "honey, what's the matter? Gee, I 
didn't mean to upset you. Did I say something wrong?" 

"No, no it's me. Oh Brett, I'm sorry...." 

Setting down her drink, Brett rose and pulled her chair around so she could 
sit next to the weeping young woman. Then she embraced her gently around the 
shoulders. 

"Just let it out, Millie," she murmured maternally, "have a real good cry." 

Millie allowed herself to be drawn into Bret's seemingly friendly embrace, 
and like a little girl relieved to have some one to confide in, she buried 
her face in the fully fleshed mounds of her neighbor's soft warm breasts. 

"Oh, Brett, I feel just awful. . . awful," she whispered through her tears. 

"It's okay, honey. Life can get very confusing sometimes. Do you want to 
talk about it?" 

"I don't know ... I'm so mixed up ... . " 

"That's life, honey, believe me. But I don't think you should keep it all 
inside like that. It does help to talk about it, and maybe I can help you a 
little. I'll tell you what, you're really wound up tight, let's go into the 
bedroom and I'll give you one of my massages. I'm really good at it. It'll 
calm you down and you can talk and get it all out, okay?" 

"Okay," the young wife said, lifting her head and brushing the tears from 
her eyes. "Oh, Brett, you don't know how grateful I am to have someone to 
talk to." 

"That's what neighbors are for! Now let's go into your bedroom and don't 
forget to bring your drink." 

Minutes later, Millie lay on her stomach, totally naked, her voluptuous 
young body passively pressed down against the silky bedspread while Brett 
knelt above her, her knees straddling Millie's thighs, and slowly massaged 
her back and shoulders in gentle circular motions with her cool, tapering 
fingers. 

"You know, Millie, from what you've been telling me I think you've got a 
terrific fear of sex. You've got to get over that." 

"Oh, I know, I know," the naked brunette replied, closing her eyes and 
sinking into the luxuriant warmth she experienced as Brett's expert hands 
traveled down to her ripely rounded buttocks and began kneading the tension 
away with slow artful strokes. Her brain was floating on a cloud of alcohol 
induced euphoria and she had been surprised when, only a few moments after 
she had shyly undressed and lain down on the bed, she confessed to her new 
friend the sexual problems she was having with her husband. 

"I think it's because my mother was so frightening of men," she continued 
now, "but no matter what I do I'm afraid to let go. . . I always pull away 
at the last minute. I'm ... I'm so frightened." She was having difficulty 
putting her thoughts into words. Brett's hands on her buttocks and inner 
thighs felt so good! 

Brett paused for a moment and gazed down at the young woman who was 
spread-eagled nakedly beneath her own skimpily clad, fully fleshed body. 
"Are you afraid of me?" she inquired gently. 

Millie's eyes fluttered open and she twisted her head to stare directly up 
at her neighbor. For a moment she was taken aback, for her liquor-fogged 
vision made Brett seem much different than before. Her provocative beauty 
was much more apparent to the young wife now, and she could scarcely tear 
her blurred eyes away from the older woman's sensually swaying breasts, 
barely covered by the skin-tight halter she wore. 

Brett was a stunning vision of feminine, loveliness, and exuded a quality of 
experience and allure, a quality Millie desperately wished to release in 
herself. At that moment she experienced a strange, unexpected longing ... a 
longing to embrace her new female friend, to hold her close. 'Afraid of 
you?" she repeated, somewhat confused by her feelings. "What do you mean?" 

"Are you as frightened of me as you are of Roger? "When I massage your 
buttocks like this. ... does that scare you?" 

"No ... no," Millie found herself saying, "not at all. But it's different 
with a woman, isn't it? I mean, you don't have to worry about anything 
sexual." 

Brett resisted the impulse to let her mouth fall open in shock at the girl's 
naivete. Was it actually possible that she had never heard of sexual love 
between women? 

After a few seconds reflection, she realized it probably was, although it 
was incredible to her that her young tenant could have remained so innocent. 
But the memory of her outraged protest to Roger the other night convinced 
the experienced blonde that Millie was sincere. She didn't seem to know much 
about sex at all. This was going to be easier than falling off a log, she 
mused. And it's not even immoral, it's an act of charity! 

Summoning her most understanding attitude, the jaded older woman began her 
pitch, her interest keenly aroused by Millie's ignorance and lack of 
experience. 

"If you can relax with me, then you can relax with men, honey. Come on, try 
it. Roll over on your back ... that's right. Now just relax. Let yourself 
float. Let me help you, darling." 

Willing to try anything that might help her troubled marriage, Millie closed 
her eyes again and let her new friend continue to massage her naked young 
body. Now those magic fingers seemed to lift the accumulated tension out of 
her taut muscles, perhaps she's right, as her friend expertly began working 
on her breasts. Maybe if I can learn to relax with her, I won't be so tense 
with Roger. And besides, I feel so good when she touches me like that. Her 
hands are so cool and gentle on my breasts. Millie emitted a long, languid 
sigh of relief and let herself be enveloped slowly in the aura of peace that 
Brett was carefully constructing around her. Her body, beginning to feel 
ripples of inner pleasure, eased dreamily against the mattress, and her 
liquor-blurred brain drifted into a thoughtless, tranquil bliss. She trusted 
Brett now, trusted her totally. 

The voluptuous blonde gazed down at the peaceful face of the beautiful girl 
beneath her, and her lush body began to vibrate with lesbianic longing. 
Lovingly she ran her hands over Millie's cream-white neck and shoulders, 
then softly touched the silky mounds of her breasts, squeezing them 
tenderly, making her nipples quiver erect in involuntary hardness. Suddenly, 
without warning, she leaned down and kissed the naive young girl fully on 
the lips. Roger's wife's eyes flew open in surprise, and Brett drew back 
smiling. 

"Why did you do that?" Millie asked in a quavering voice. 

"To see if you were still frightened of me. And you are! I can see it all 
over your face. You were terrified when I kissed you. You say you want to 
get over your fears but you get frightened at the simplest things. Why?" 

"Oh Brett, I don't know," the confused young girl murmured weakly in reply. 
Anxiety once again began to torment her. Although her mother never thought 
to warn her about the dangers of female seduction, instinctively the 
innocent young bride felt it was unnatural, even sinful, to allow another 
woman to kiss her like that. Yet Brett didn't seem to think it was wrong, 
and she wanted and needed Brett's help! 

The scheming older woman watched her inner conflict, and finally resolved to 
force the hesitant young girl to a decision. "Maybe I'd better go," she 
offered softly, "before you get to hate me." 

"Why?" Millie asked. 

"People often misinterpret a gesture of love, Millie. I want to help you, 
but maybe you're not ready for my help. I wouldn't want this to interfere 
with our friendship. I think I should leave." 

In the bedroom below on the first floor, sprawled naked and hotly excited by 
what he had heard so far, Pete Dawson scowled at his wife's words. "Shit," 
he muttered. "What's that dizzy bitch of mine doing? She's giving up 
without., a struggle! Shit!! " Pressing his ear to the intercom, he gripped 
the achingly erect hardness of his cock and began to jerk it slowly up and 
down. 

Upstairs, Brett had gotten off the bed and was walking slowly to the door 
when Millie's voice stopped her. "Please don't go, Brett," she begged. "I 
don't think badly of you for doing that. It's just that I'm so confused. I 
really do want and need your help." 

"Millie, I can't stay if you're going to put up a brick wall of 
defensiveness every time I try to help you." 

Millie was sitting up on the bed now, her entire naked young body arched 
toward the voluptuous blonde in an attitude of pleading. "I promise, I won't 
anymore. That's just what happens to me with Roger, and I know I've got to 
get through it somehow. Oh please help me Brett. You're my only hope." A 
rash of scalding tears flooded her eyes. 

The older woman could hardly conceal a glimmer of triumph from her eyes as 
she slowly walked back to the bed. "Then let me love you, Millie," she 
whispered. "And let me show you how to love in return." Reaching behind her, 
she unhooked the clasp on her halter top. "No matter what happens, you 
mustn't resist. Will you try to do that?" 

Her words and her intense look held the young wife in almost a hypnotic 
spell, and she could feel herself trembling with anticipation. Here at last 
was someone who was offering to show her the way out of her difficulties. 
She would do anything she said, anything. 

"I'll ... I'll try," she stammered. 

Millie watched, trembling, as Brett removed her halter top, exposing her 
proudly thrusting breasts to the air. The young wife caught her breath at 
the sight of the voluptuous woman's lush natural endowments, for they were 
larger than her own and gleamed a tawny copper color all over, making it 
obvious that she sunbathed naked, for there was no line of white such as a 
bathing suit would have made. They were tipped with wide circles of a darker 
hue, which ended in the budding protuberances of her tiny, already hardened 
nipples. An unexpected spasm of excitement flashed through the young wife's 
loins at the sight of them, and she couldn't keep from staring at the softly 
swaying mounds of flesh. Mesmerized she watched as the statuesque blonde 
kicked off her thong sandals and then unbuttoned the top of her shorts and 
lowered the zipper. Tantalizingly she inched the garment down over the 
naked, curving fullness of her hips and the sparse triangle of her dark gold 
pussy hair. Bending down so that her opulent breasts fell forward like two 
pears, she eased the shorts down over her thighs and legs, then stepped out 
of them daintily. 

Now Brett was completely naked, her lushly ripened body glowing with the 
soft light that came through the rain-spattered windows. Carefully she 
placed her discarded garments on the chair near her, then turned to face the 
girl on the bed. 

"You're ... you're ... really beautiful," Millie said, realizing that this 
was the first time in her life that she'd ever gazed on another woman 
totally naked. 

"Thank you," Brett smiled, moving toward her. "So are you. It's very 
important to tell people how you're feeling when you make love, Millie. It's 
the only way to get to know each other. Brett lay down on the bed again 
beside the trembling girl, then reached out and grasped the young wife's 
shoulders, easing her backwards into her arms. Millie trembled at her softly 
sensual touch. "Now little girl," the attractive blonde murmured, smiling 
reassuringly, "just relax, because everything's going to be just fine. Just 
fine. 

Slowly the sultry blonde leaned over and once again kissed Roger's wife on 
the lips, softly at first men with increasing ardor. A tremor of forbidden 
excitement coursed through Millie's frame as their lips joined. How strange 
it was to taste a woman's kiss, she thought, as the full sensuous pressure 
of Brett's lips forced her own apart slightly. Millie had thought it would 
be distasteful, or at best, that it would not affect her at all, but to her 
surprise it felt good, almost as good as it did when Roger kissed her, but 
more delicate and sweet. 

Instinctively the young woman began to return her neighbor's caress, 
pressing her mouth against Bret's with unexpected conviction. Then, acting 
on an irresistible impulse, she let her arms flutter up to tenderly encircle 
the other woman's naked shoulders and was amazed to discover that this 
instinctive gesture increased her feelings of excitement. Soon the two women 
were locked in a naked embrace, desire rising with sizzling urgency between 
them, aided by the potent effects of the bourbon. 

Pete Dawson chuckled in admiration at his wife's artful seduction, for there 
was not any doubt now that the young wife's first and most vigorous defenses 
were crumbling into dust. Man that Brett is incredible, he thought. I sure 
wish we had a camera up there, too, so I could watch those two luscious 
babes going at it. Well, maybe next year, maybe next year ... . 

Upstairs, Millie Cole and Brett Dawson were embracing each other with 
rapidly mounting intensity. The experienced blonde's hands roved over the 
naive young brunette's body, hungrily squeezing and kneading her breasts, 
then brushing lightly over the soft expanse of her abdomen and over her firm 
young thighs, her fingers twining softly in the strands of dark-brown pussy 
hair. 

Millie was surprised at the ease with which she responded to her neighbor's 
caress, and although her own explorations were limited only to tender kisses 
and running her hands shyly over the naked skin of Brett's back, she found 
herself amazingly free of anxiety, and her heart soared with the hope that 
perhaps, at long last, she was indeed discovering the key to her sexual 
feelings. With mounting hunger, she surrendered to Brett's deft 
manipulations. The tawny, golden-haired seductress, delighted at her 
success, levered herself up on her elbow so her lightly flicking tongue 
could rove down over the young housewife's shoulders and breasts. Brett was 
growing more and more excited as she wrapped the warm red oval of her lips 
around each nakedly quivering mound and felt the young girl respond eagerly 
with little moans and sighs. The girl didn't even resist when Brett worked 
her free hand between her legs and began lightly stroking the warmly 
throbbing entrance to Millie's cuntal split. 

As she passively received all Brett's advances, it seemed to the 
inexperienced young wife that something wonderful was happening to her, as 
for the first time in her life she received warmth and tenderness from a 
woman! 

Lulled by her new feeling, her neighbor's embrace seemed almost maternal. 
Her heart was beating wildly, and every inch of her nakedly tingling flesh 
was shimmering with warmth. She moaned with pleasure as Brett, her palm 
pressed against her now wetly pulsing vaginal entrance, began to move her 
head downwards, still licking lightly at her skin, over the velvety plane of 
her tummy. 

The voluptuous blonde was growing hotter by the minute, and she moved with 
eagerness toward the downy triangle of the young wife's pussy mound. Working 
her manicured fingers between the soft cushions of her vaginal outer lips, 
she could feel that Millie was responding physically as well as mentally, 
for the sensitive flesh at the entrance to her pussy was slick with warm 
female secretions, whose musky aroma made her sensually vibrant body tingle 
with anticipation and lust Her own love-hungry cunt was growing damp, too. 
Suddenly Millie was surprised to feel Brett pull away from her. Opening her 
eyes, she saw the curvaceous blonde woman kneeling back on her haunches. She 
was slowly pulling Millie's slender, well-shaped legs apart, and Roger's 
wife felt a rush of air on her trembling thighs and on the outer surface of 
her pussy. She drew back in alarm. It was one thing, after all, to exchange 
warm embraces, but it was apparent that Brett's love-making was becoming 
more intimate, and the innocent young girl shrank from further contact, 
particularly there, in her most private place! 

Once more Millie became prey to fear as Brett's warm tongue darted over the 
soft white flesh of her inner thighs getting closer and closer to her cuntal 
entrance. She was about to pull away and scissor her legs closed when she 
remembered again the evening with Roger, when her resistance to the very act 
Brett seemed about to perform had so angered him. Summoning all her courage, 
she fought down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. I mustn't pull 
away now, she commanded herself, clenching her fists in tension. I mustn't! 
I've got to go through with this for my own good! 

"Don't get scared now, Millie, Brett murmured softly, feeling the girl's 
naked body beginning to tense in alarm. 

"No," Millie breathed weakly. "I'm all right." 

At that moment Brett knew the time was right. Positioning herself between 
the brunette girl's thighs like a priestess before a sacrificial altar, the 
eager blonde placed her thumbs on the softly yielding flesh of Millie's 
vaginal outer lips and spread them wide, gazing raptly at the moist pink 
opening between them, whose walls quivered defenselessly under her probing 
stare. 

Slowly Brett lowered her face toward the nakedly throbbing flesh, hot 
flashes of obscene desire rippling through her sun-darkened body as her 
nostrils received the sweetly pungent aroma of Millie's cunt. She had kept 
her own lustful hunger under control thus far, but now, at the quivering 
fleshy entrance of the young wife's secret flesh, she could no longer 
restrain herself. With a groan of lewd hunger, she dropped her head and 
darted her long slippery tongue snake-like up and down the full length of 
Millie's hair-lined, wildly quivering vaginal furrow. 

The sudden contact of Brett's tongue with her wetly trembling pussy made the 
young wife pull back in resistance, but Brett held her gently in place. Soon 
wild ungovernable tremors of passions were surging through her obscenely 
splayed body. Suddenly Brett's lewdly probing tongue found the warm bud-like 
clitoris and her lips closed around it, gently teasing and sucking it into 
quivering erection. 

Involuntarily, the young brunette gasped in absolute pleasure, for the 
sensation seemed to fill her with a long sensuous river of warmth that wound 
achingly up through her thighs and that shimmied up to every part of her 
sensually awakening young body. 

"Oooooohhh," she groaned, as the billowing pleasure surged through her 
upturned cuntal flesh. "Ooohhhhhh ... your tongue, your tongue, you mustn't 
... ! " 

Working her way downward from the turgidly throbbing clitoris, Brett let her 
flicking tongue lap along the fluted wet edges of Millie's vaginal split 
until it reached the involuntarily contracting cuntal opening. Carefully she 
explored the moistly throbbing orifice, then suddenly stiffened her tongue 
and plunged it upwards deep into the trembling pussy depths. 

The young bride jerked back, a moan of fear and arousal escaping her lips. 
Despite her decision not to resist, the sudden intrusion of her female 
neighbor's slippery tongue deep into her desire-swollen cunt was a 
tremendous shock, and she couldn't dispel the sense of terror and shame it 
aroused in her. 

"Oh God, nnnoooooo!" she cried, wriggling her lushly naked body in an 
attempt to retreat from Brett's obscene probing mouth. Oh God, this was 
perversion at its worst. Horrible! Filthy! 

Yet even as she fought, uncontrollable spasms of lust began to churn even 
more strongly in her throbbing loins, and involuntarily her aroused young 
body began to respond feverishly to the sleek blonde's artful 
tongue-fucking. Her heart thudded in her chest as the sex-hungry seductress 
drove her hot tongue deeper and deeper into the widening walls of her wetly 
dilating cunt and sent a shaft of blazing ecstasy through her body like a 
hot fan of pleasure unfolding inside her. Suddenly the last of her 
resistance was conquered. Tremors of lewd passion rocked her head to her 
toes, and she flailed her head back and forth in mindless ecstasy, her hair 
flying in every direction. She moaned wildly as Brett licked and sucked and 
drove her tongue stiffly into the excited recesses of her vaginal softness. 
"Ooohhhhhh yyyeeessssss! like that ... I love it. . . love it!" 

She thrust her pelvis upward to meet Brett's lustily probing mouth with 
rapid mounting abandon. In the rush of newly released savage sexuality, the 
old Millie was left far behind, and in her place was a desire-racked female 
animal, nearly delirious with pleasure, responding obscenely to her first 
experience of love between women as though she had been waiting for it all 
her life. With deep groans of enjoyment, she grasped her blonde lover's head 
with her hands and pressed it down lewdly into her now hungrily nibbling 
cunt. She wanted more! More! Feverishly she ground her pussy upwards against 
Brett's mouth moaning all the while like a savage. 

Pete Dawson listened intensely to the sounds of female pleasure coming from 
the intercom. His own lurid desire was fast approaching a climax, and he 
jerked maniacally at his long thick penis until it was red and raw. Brett's 
seduction of his new tenant's wife was successful beyond his wildest dreams, 
and his corrupt brain was flooded with fantasies and he imagined himself 
soon fucking his massively swollen cock into Millie's tight little cunt, 
fucking the hell out of her, any way he wanted it. It was only a matter of 
time before they could take her and Roger to the club, and then the fun 
would really start. He could hardly wait to see the look on her face in that 
moment when she realized what was in store for her there! 

On the wide double bed in the apartment above him, his wife was also reeling 
in triumph. A thrill of sensual pride flashed through her as the naive young 
housewife writhed in mindless delight under her feverishly hot lips as they 
sucked greedily on the moist succulent flesh of her cuntal slit. Kneading 
the soft warmth of Millie's buttocks with one hand, she worked the other 
down between her own legs to play with her wildly pulsating clitoris while 
she fucked her tongue in and out of the passion-starved vaginal depths of 
the brunette housewife. The wildness of the girl's movements, however, made 
her rapidly abandon her efforts at self-induced pleasure, for it required 
all her strength to hold the wriggling hips and buttocks sufficiently still 
to drive her tongue inside Millie's drenched cuntal interior. 

The naked young wife suddenly cried as new waves of excruciating passion 
passed through her shamelessly aroused body ... vaginal lips flared open 
hungrily and the quivering walls of her cuntal passage clutched at Brett's 
thrusting tongue, trying to pull it even deeper inside. In a flash, she 
realized that she was about to cum. But it was different than before. She 
wasn't afraid, didn't feel compelled to hold herself back as she always did 
with Roger! Led by Brett's skillful tongue-fucking to the ultimate peak of 
pleasure, she was able to give in completely, with ease, to the churning 
need for release that was stirred up so deep within her. With a savage groan 
of delight, she wrapped her quaking legs around her beautiful neighbor's 
head and mewled in rapture as a crescendo of tumultuous excitement exploded 
in her loins. "I'm cumming!" 

Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with a cascade of unbelievable 
sensual delight, and she was sure she would explode into a million pieces 
from the overwhelming force of her release. Her madly contracting cuntal 
walls were consumed with liquid fire as her female lubricants gushed from 
her, spreading over Brett's still whirling tongue. Her head tossed from side 
to side and her hands gripped the blonde's long golden tresses tightly as 
the rapture mounted to madding heights. 

Below them, Pete had also reached his pinnacle of orgasm and he cried out in 
raw male lust and his tightly gripped cock suddenly squirted forth thick 
streams of hot white cum. like an obscene fountain, he spilled his scalding 
seed shamelessly on the blue cover of the bed, mingling his own grunts and 
cries of release with those of Roger's wife. In his mind the naive young 
girl was screaming up to him that she was cumming; it was his cock bringing 
her that sweet rapture. Finally he too, was drained of desire and he lay 
back contentedly, completely satisfied.... 

The prospect of Roger's return filled Millie with warm anticipation, for the 
three days just past, starting with Brett's electrifying visit, had brought 
amazing changes in the voluptuous young wife, changes that she was sure were 
going to improve the climate of their marriage. 

A warm flush spread over her languidly relaxed young body as she thought 
over the events of the past few days. Every afternoon her new neighbor had 
come upstairs to visit, and each time she had devoted herself to breaking 
down Millie's deep-seated fears of sex. 

With infinite patience, the alluring blonde woman, aided by generous doses 
of bourbon had led the naive young bride deeper and deeper into her own 
treasure house of sexuality. Whenever Millie's resistance and fears 
threatened to overwhelm her, Brett had reminded her of her problems with 
Roger, and of the necessity of overcoming them if she didn't want her 
marriage to disintegrate. 

Three long afternoons the two voluptuous females had spent locked in each 
other's arms, exploring each other's bodies and giving each other every 
imaginable sensual delight that the fertile brain of the calculating older 
woman could devise. And she had spiced her lessions liberally with her 
personal philosophy of pleasure, until by Friday evening Millie's old views 
of sex and morality had been turned around until they were distorted almost 
out of recognition. Placing everything within the context of marital love, 
the devious blonde had totally convinced the naively trusting girl that 
nothing was forbidden when you were truly free. 

Now on the morning of her husband's return, Millie felt eternally grateful 
to Brett, for the pleasure she had experienced under her expert tutelage had 
opened up whole new worlds to her, worlds she was anxious to share with her 
handsome, hard-working husband. 

"I can hardly wait to tell Roger about this," she murmured happily as she 
got out of bed and slipped a light cotton robe over her naked body. Brett's 
encouraged her to sleep in the nude, something she had never dared to do 
before. "Of course I won't tell him everything, not yet. . . " for Brett had 
also warned her against revealing the details of their liaison, "but I just 
know he's going to be surprised." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was just a little before noon when a blue VW pulled off the main highway 
and drove steadily up the narrow, winding mountain road toward the Dawson 
farm. Inside Roger Cole struggled to keep his eyes carefully fixed on the 
road, fighting the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him. 

It had been a hard week in the city, the weather had been hot and muggy, and 
his temper, strained to the breaking point the previous weekend with Millie, 
was dangerously out of control. It was all he could do to keep from snarling 
at some of his more demanding fares, he remembered. He had been half-tempted 
to quit in the middle of the week, but he couldn't especially now that they 
had borrowed money from Millie's parents for the vacation apartment. And no 
other job would give him as much freedom while he was finishing school. No, 
much as he hated it, he had to keep going. 

To make matters worse, he'd been horny all week! His thoughts wandering to 
the voluptuous beauty of Brett Dawson, remembering Tier seductive 
hip-swinging walk across the patio on the morning they moved in and the 
photographs of her sun-drenched nakedness in the pictures. Roger was 
beginning to yeam for the full-blooded responsive woman like that, and he 
wasn't looking forward to another weekend of tension and sexual uptightness 
with Millie. It wasn't enough that she submit to him under pressure, as she 
had the night before he left, or just lay there passive and frightened. If 
their marriage was ever going to work, he thought, she was going to have to 
break down her sexual barriers soon. With a sigh, he realized that he'd gone 
over and over this same mental territory a hundred times that week, and he 
still couldn't see a solution. 

"Shit!" he muttered, "I've got the most beautiful wife in state, a nice 
place for the summer, and a steady job, and it doesn't mean a damn thing!" 
He felt like a prisoner behind invisible bars, a caged animal surrounded by 
frustration. 

At that moment he reached the driveway to the house and turned into it 
carefully, and pulled to a stop in front of the patio. As he turned off the 
ignition, he realized that Pete Dawson's extremely attractive wife was 
sitting in a chair next to a small round table on which there was a tall 
glass of something cool. She was dressed in the briefest red bikini the 
handsome young man had ever seen, so scanty that she was nearly naked. The 
skimpy garment barely covered her lushly rounded breasts, and he could see 
most of the deep cleft between them. The bottom half was so narrow that he 
could clearly see strands of golden pubic hair peeking out from the edges of 
the narrow crotch band. She wore a pair of large wrap-around sunglasses 
studded with rhinestones, and her glistening blonde hair was coiled 
carelessly on top of her head. 

"Hi, there," she called amiably as he got out of the car. "How was the 
city?" 

"Same," he replied, sauntering over to the patio with what he hoped was an 
air of nonchalance. The sight of the bronzed female had an immediate effect 
on the young husband. The crotch of his tight jeans throbbed with a faint 
warmth and his long penis stiffened against his thigh. "You look like you're 
enjoying yourself," he said, trying to avoid looking at her provocatively 
undraped form too closely. 

"Too damn hot to do anything but sit in the fresh air and relax. You really 
look beat. Hard week?" 

"Hard isn't the word for it," he sighed. "A real bitch." 

"Well, now that you're here, you can take it easy. That's what you got this 
place for, isn't it?" 

"Right," he smiled. "Where's Millie?" 

"She and Pete went to the town for groceries. I can't imagine what's keeping 
them," Brett replied innocently, knowing full well that Pete would keep 
Millie out of the way for at least another hour. 

The news that his wife wasn't home annoyed Roger, unreasonably, he knew, but 
nonetheless her unexpected absence only increased his irritation with the 
entire fabric of his life. 

"Why don't you come inside where it's cooler?" Brett invited, "and I'll make 
us a pitcher of something. You can unwind, and then you can go upstairs and 
shower." 

Brett's dazzling smile was all the invitation the tired young man needed. 
What the hell, he figured, if Millie is too busy shopping to be here when I 
get home, there's no reason I should just sit upstairs waiting for her! 

At about twelve-thirty Pete Dawson was driving his shiny black convertible 
up the main street of the village toward the supermarket. With luck, Brett's 
got old Roger wrapped around her little finger by now, he thought. But just 
to make sure, I guess I should stall around a little more with Millie to 
give her plenty of time. 

He pulled to a stop in front of a gleaming new supermarket, and Millie 
spotting the car immediately, stepped forward from the shade of the building 
pushing a cart filled with groceries ahead of her. Pete watched with relish 
as she neared the car, his eyes, hidden behind opaque sunglasses, traveling 
the full length of her modestly garbed, but still ravishing body. 

She wore a snug-fitting yellow sundress, and her long dark hair was tied 
back loosely with a bright pink and orange scarf. Pete's restless cock 
throbbed thickly at the sight of her. He's been waiting all week for his 
chance to stuff his long hard penis up into that tight little cunt of hers, 
and tonight, he thought, might be the night, at least it would be if he 
could get the attractive marrieds to the club. Once there, hopefully Brett 
would take care of Roger, leaving his curvaceous, nearly virginal wife to 
him. 

"Sorry I'm so late," he apologized and Millie got into the car, his brow 
furrowed in worry. 

"It's okay," she said doubtfully. "I do want to get back to the house soon, 
though. Roger should be back by now." 

"We'll be back in ten minutes," her muscular neighbor replied breezily, 
getting out of the car to load groceries in the back seat. Then once she was 
seated in the front seat, he got in on his side and started the car, easing 
it expertly out into the traffic. 

Millie tried to appear unconcerned, but she had been waiting for over an 
hour in front of the supermarket, and Pete had promised he'd have her back 
home by twelve. Now it was nearly one, and she knew it was at least a twenty 
minute drive back to the house, even given her landlord's high-speed driving 
which left her breathless and a little uneasy. But they had been driving 
only a few minutes when Pete suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. 

"Jesus, I nearly forgot," he said. "Brett and I want you and Roger to come 
to our club tonight for dinner and drinks. They've even got a pool there. I 
was supposed to check it out with you and then call for reservations, and 
Brett'll have a fit if I forget. Do you think you'd like to come?" 

"It sounds lovely," Millie replied, fighting down her impatience at the new 
delay. "But I should check with Roger to see how he feels, first" 

"Oh, don't worry about him. Brett will talk him into it. It gets pretty 
crowded there on weekends, so I think we'd better go back to town and I'll 
call from there. It'll only take a minute. 

Before Millie could register a protest, he had made a quick turn and was on 
his way back into the village. 

Meanwhile, back at the house, Roger and Brett were seated in the living room 
of the Dawsons apartment draining the last of the delicious spiked punch 
that the attractive blonde had made. 

"Aaaaaaahhhh," Millie's young husband sighed, as he took a deep swallow of 
the refreshing cold drink. "You were right, Brett this is just what I 
needed." The handsome young man was feeling much more relaxed than he had 
when he arrived, and now he looked around the comfortable furnished room, 
once again admiring the relaxed and casual lifestyle his landlords shared. 

Leaning back on the sofa, Roger surveyed his surroundings and his hostess, 
and found himself wishing that his own life were more like the Dawsons! 
Carefree and casual, and, yes, sexually uninhibited. He couldn't imagine 
Millie displaying the easy languidness Brett seemed to exude from every pore 
as she sat opposite him, her long bare legs tucked demurely under her on the 
couch as she sipped her drink and looked at him with her bright, always 
amused, blue eyes. It seemed to the young husband that her eyes could read 
him like a book, right down to his most secret thoughts, and he found the 
idea a little disconcerting, particularly since, in his fatigued condition, 
the punch was affecting him immediately, and his thoughts were of a 
distinctly sexual nature. 

"When did you say Millie and Pete would be back?" he asked, beginning to 
feel a little restless. 

"Soon, don't worry. Millie is safe with Pete, of course," she said, arching 
eyebrows provocatively and taking another sip of her drink, "I'm not so sure 
Pete is safe with her." 

Roger emitted a burst of laughter at her remark, thinking of Millie's sexual 
reserve, so extreme it bordered on frigidity. "I don't really think you have 
anything to worry about, Brett," he assured her. "Millie just isn't the type 
to make a play for somebody elses husband." Or for her own husband, either, 
he thought a little bitterly. 

"And ... how about you?" 

"Me? What do you mean?" 

"Do you ever make a play for other people's wives? It's not uncommon 
nowadays, you know." 

Something about the tone of the lushly built blonde's voice produced an 
immediate sensual response in the slightly inebriated young man. Her words 
seemed to have a definite note of invitation and suggestion in them, or was 
it only the punch affecting his perception and making him imagine what he 
wanted, rather than the reality? He glanced over at her, to find that she 
was staring at him directly, although he couldn't be sure he understood the 
exact significance of her glance. 

"I never have so far," he replied. "How about you?" 

"Oh sometimes when I meet someone particularly attractive, like you, for 
instance." 

Roger's heart beat faster at her words. It seemed to him that she was 
practically declaring to him her interest. It wasn't the first time a woman 
had come on to him like that, but never before had someone attempted to 
seduce him in her own living room, with her husband and his wife due home at 
any moment. 

"Doesn't Pete mind? Or doesn't he know," the aroused young man asked, 
deliberately avoiding any mention of her reference to him. 

"Oh, Pete has his life and I have mine. You see, we have what you might call 
an arrangement." 

"What sort?" Roger asked, trying to appear as at ease with this new piece of 
information as his hostess seemed to be in giving it, although inwardly her 
announcement filled him with curiosity and excitement. 

"We each feel free to do whatever we want, as long as it doesn't interfere 
with our relationship. Whenever we can, we try to include each other in our 
little adventures, though that's not always the case." 

"You mean you go in for swinging and all that stuff?" the astonished young 
man asked, using the current word to describe the fad for sex orgies between 
married couples. 

"That's one way of putting it, yes. Although we prefer to consider it just 
living freely." 

Roger let out a long low whistle at her revelation. He'd heard stories about 
wife-swapping and things like that, but this was the first time he'd 
knowingly found himself face to face with someone who actually indulged in 
the practice. 

"Are you shocked?" 

"No, of course not ... " but actuality, he did find her frank admission 
somewhat upsetting, and his mind began to churn with speculations. Did she 
and Pete have designs on him and Millie? Was that why they'd been so helpful 
solicitous? He hoped that wasn't the case. After all, he wasn't about to 
share his wife with anybody else. He might consider having a little fling on 
the side, but he felt the usual male reluctance to allow his wife the same 
indulgence. 

On the other hand, Brett's mention of an arrangement also conjured up lewd 
and provocative pictures in his mind, having nothing to do with his 
dark-haired wife. He suddenly imagined himself wildly fucking the voluptuous 
woman opposite him, free to explore her sensual body without any restraint 
of restrictions. The image caused him to have an instantaneous and full 
erection, and it was only with great difficulty that he continued to speak. 

"Listen, I'm a man, I hear all kinds of things, get propositioned too...." 

"I can believe that," Pete's wife replied softly. "You're some hunk of man. 
And you mean to say you always turn them down?" 

"Yeah. At least since I've been married." The conversation was beginning to 
make Roger feel a little foolish. Comforted with Brett's self-assured 
admissions of extra-marital affairs, his strict monogamy seemed childish, 
although it had never appeared that way to him before. 

"Why?" 

"Well, I am married," he said, a little defensively. 

"And sexually you're perfectly satisfied with that?" the young husband 
couldn't bring himself to answer her question, not when his feelings were in 
such a turmoil over that very subject. "Because if you're not," the svelte 
blonde purred, settling down her drink and gettiup from the couch. "there 
are alternatives ... . " 

Slowly she moved around the coffee table and perched on the arm of his 
chair, letting her scarlet-tipped fingers lightly brush away the shock of 
brown hair that fell engagingly over his forehead. 

"You mean swapping? like you and Pete? Roger could barely restrain himself 
from reaching out and grabbing the jutting mound of her breasts which was 
only inches from his face. "I don't think Millie would go for it." 

"I think you might be underestimating your wife," Brett smiled, "but there 
are other things ... " Her cool fingers traced the line of his profile, and 
the musky aroma of her perfume was driving him crazy. 

"Such as?" he asked, his voice thickening with lust at her inviting 
nearness, and his cock straining thickly against his muscular thigh. Deftly 
she dropped her hand down directly on top of the pulsing mound and a 
painfully erotic spasm coursed through the frustrated young man's body at 
the sudden contact. 

"Why don't you guess?" 

Scarcely knowing what he was doing, but unable to restrain himself any 
longer, Roger suddenly found himself rising out of his chair and pulling the 
seductive blonde close to him. His lips pressed hungrily down on hers in a 
torrid kiss, and he trembled with long-repressed desire as her tongue 
darted, as greedily as his own, over his lips and teeth, and her arms wound 
around him, running over the surface of his back, down to the rock-hard 
half-moons of his buttocks. 

Seizing them in her hands, she pulled his pelvis against her own, lewdly 
rotating her hips as she did so, so that his lust hardened penis ground 
against the yielding flesh of her naked abdomen. So hotly aroused was he 
that he had to pull away an instant later for fear he would cum in his 
pants! 

Brett smiled, her eyes dark with lust as she reached out and began 
unbuckling the belt of his tight jeans. Astounded, Roger stopped her by 
grabbing her wrists. 

"Brett, be sensible," he commanded. "Pete and Millie'll be back any minute." 

"Then that means we have to move fast, doesn't it?" the irresistible blonde 
replied. "Unless you're one of those guys who gets scared at the last minute 
and backs down. Are you?" she asked challengingly. 

"Scared? Hell no, I'm not scared!" 

"Then show me. Stuff your big cock up into my cunt and make me cum and show 
me you're not scared," she said through gritted teeth. 

Her obscene language only increased the young husband's rapidly mounting 
lust, but still he hesitated, unable to take the final, irrevocable step. 

Sensing his doubt, Brett moved close to him again, pressing her lushly 
ripened body against his and whispering hotly into his ear. 

"Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted you to fuck me, wanted it 
like crazy. My pussy goes insane whenever you come within ten feet of me. 
You're all man, honey, and that's what I like. You want me, too, I know it, 
I can feel it. Don't you?" 

"Oooooohhhhh yeeeesss," Roger breathed, his hands, acting without his 
conscious control, roving over the silky texture of her nearly naked back. 

"Then let's do it, now, because we want each other!" 

The sex-starved young husband couldn't hold back an instant longer. He was 
tired of waiting for his frigid wife to wake up to sex, tired of holding his 
own strong feelings in restraint. This was the kind of situation men dreamed 
about, a sultry blonde, ready and willing and practically begging him to 
fuck her. Millie would never know, it was just a much-needed fling ... . 

Fighting down the last residue of doubt and indecision, the young husband 
threw his arms around her almost naked body and once again crushed his mouth 
against hers, kissing her savagely, unleashing all the animal desire he had 
kept so carefully under wraps for months. Their tongues mingled hotly, 
darting out and in, and they both moaned little gasping sounds of lust and 
their hands explored each other's bodies. Roger reached around to the clasp 
on her scanty bikini top, and in an instant had removed the flimsy garment 
freeing her haughtily thrusting breasts, that were tipped with deep red 
nipples that immediately began to contract tightly upon contact with the 
air. With a lusty moan, the young husband buried his head between them, 
licking the light film of salty-tasting sweat that had gathered there. Then, 
seizing first one and then the other soft warm mound between his lips, he 
began to suck and bite the tips into rubbery hardness. 

"Oh, that's it, lover, that's the way I like it, oooohhhh!" Brett squealed, 
and began pulling at the zipper of his dungarees, while he continued to suck 
at her roundly swaying breasts. Opening his fly all the way, she reached 
inside, past the opening of his cotton shorts, and searched until her hand 
found the rock-hard shaft of his nearly bursting cock. Carefully she 
withdrew it from the confines of his "pants, and it sprang erect like the 
mast of a ship, straining with eager passion. 

"Oh baby," she sighed, running her tapering fingers over its velvety surface 
down to the pulsing, hammer-like head. "It's even better than I thought. 
Christ, I can't wait to feel it inside my pussy!" 

Her lewd words, combined with the excruciatingly exciting pressure she 
deftly applied to his throbbing hardness made Roger feel like a primitive 
jungle chieftain. Thundering passion tore through his sex-denied body like 
lightening, and all thoughts of his wife were banished from his mind as he 
was consumed with only one desire: to ram his blood-engorged cock up to the 
hilt into the tantalizing blonde's tight little pussy. 

Brett groaned and pulled away from his hotly probing hands, lowered the 
bottom of her bikinis and kicked them away, revealing her lush body fully 
naked, brown from the sun from top to bottom. Then standing upright, she 
spread her statuesque legs apart, jutted her hips forward lewdly, and began 
obscenely fingering the flesh of her glistening pink cunt. "Look," she 
cooed, her eyes glazed with sensual arousal, "I'm real wet already ... all 
you have to do is put your beautiful big pole inside. Don't even take your 
clothes off, just pull your pants down and do it now, before they come back. 
Hurry lover, I'm creaming for you!" 

The lust driven young husband shoved his jeans down around his knees. He was 
breathing hard, his heart thudding like a hammer banging on an anvil, as he 
positioned himself before her appetizingly naked body, so that his angrily 
erect cock swayed like a steel crane before the sculpted columns of her 
widely open thighs. He bent his knees slightly and gripped the smooth flesh 
of her flaring hips wide for support, while Brett as eager as he, reached 
down and grasped his rigidly hard shaft with her cool hands and guided it to 
the split. 

Roger pressed forward slightly and the ruddy bulbous head slid inside her 
wetly throbbing vagina easily, her muscles closing around it in a tight 
fleshy ring of sensation that almost drove him mad with desire. 
Provocatively, the amoral blonde wiggled her sun-tanned hips in a circular 
motion, sucking the thick pole of hard flesh up inside her cunt, each 
delicious motion sending hot thrills of lust through the adulterous 
husband's loins. Finally his massively hardened penis was all the way in, 
the lust-swollen cock-head connecting electrically with the sensitive mouth 
of her cervix. 

Slowly he drew back, then thrust forward, Brett groaned deeply as his hotly 
pulsating hardness rammed up inside her belly, and she tightened her cuntal 
muscles against the hungrily probing shaft of flesh, forcing it into even 
greater hardness. 

Roger shifted his position slightly and slipped his hands around to grip the 
fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling 
her standing figure tighter against him as he began to fuck her in earnest, 
slicing into her wetly contracting cunt with ling, slamming strokes. With 
each plunging blow, Brett arched her body to receive him even further to 
take his massively swollen cock in as far as possible. 

"Oh yyyyeeesss," she burst out. "Do it like that! Harder! Oh I love fucking 
standing up..." She mewled and moaned helplessly as the merciless shaft of 
male hardness plunged in and out, in and out at an ever increasing tempo. 

The ravishing blonde woman writhed and squirmed her supple rounded body, 
loving the hotly delicious mixture of pleasure and pain the engulfed her. 
Already she felt near release, that eagerly looked forward to the tumultuous 
explosion that would soon take place. Mmmmmmmmm, yes, she thought as their 
two bodies began to move in perfect rhythm, a real fast one now, hard and 
fast. Then tonight at the club, we'll do it again slower, much slower. 

Roger too, was rapidly approaching his orgasm. It hadn't taken him long to 
get excited, and the idea that his wife and Pete might return any minute 
increased his sense of sexual urgency. His scalding seed was churning like 
molten lava in his hard, swaying balls, and he struggled to hold back so 
that he wouldn't cum too soon. But suddenly Brett began to gyrate against 
him so wildly he knew he couldn't contain himself much longer. 

"I'm going to cum soon, baby," he groaned through gritted teeth. 

"Oh cum, honey cuuuummm ... cause I'm gonna be right there with you! Your 
cock into me hard!! Now! Now!" 

Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head as Roger began to drive into her 
welcoming cuntal depths with the force of a jackhammer, thrusting his tautly 
flexing hips back and forth, ramming his long thick cock into her hungrily 
clutching vaginal flesh like a carnal beast of the jungle. Suddenly he threw 
his head back as his orgasm overwhelmed him with galvanic force. 

"Ah ... ah ... AAAHHHHH!" he cried out as the first jets of white-hot liquid 
exploded from his wildly jerking penis and into her convulsing little cunt. 
Simultaneously, Brett began to cry out in a frenzy of her own, as her 
vaginal walls began to tighten even more greedily than before around his 
sperm-gushing cock as though she wanted to suck it dry. At the same time a 
torrent of feminine moisture flooded copiously out of her lust-swollen 
vaginal interior, down around Roger's still hard and plunging cock and over 
her fleshy inner thighs. She wailed incoherently as her orgasm pummeled 
through her sexual tensed frame. Hardly had the last drop of Roger's 
churning hot cum been deposited in her wetly twitching pussy when the sound 
of a car pulling into the driveway told the two illicit lovers, that their 
respective mates had returned. 

Quickly the adulterous young husband withdrew his softening cock and pulled 
up his shorts and jeans, while Brett raced into the bathroom for a towel, 
dried herself off, and slipped back into her bikini. 

"This'll be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially to him, kissing him 
lightly on the lips. "A lovely secret, by the way ... . " 

That night the Coles and the Dawsons were driving in Pete's black 
convertible through the warm summer night towards the club. Despite his 
fatigue, Roger had welcomed the invitation as a diversion from the necessity 
of confronting either his wife or the fact of his infidelity. 

Millie, was too looking forward to the evening. 

Determined to show her husband how much she had changed in his absence, she 
thought a relaxing evening with their landlords might be just the prelude 
needed for a long night of love-making. The Dawsons of course, felt keen 
anticipation for the night ahead, for unknown to their guests, they planned, 
if at all possible, to "initiate" them into the intimate organization, and 
thus fulfill their membership requirements, which obliged them to bring in 
one new couple each year. 

Pete and Brett were in the front seat, the landlord at the steering wheel 
and his wife snuggled next to him. She was wearing a tight scarlet pants 
suit that clung to her roundly curvaceous figure like a second skin, and her 
golden blonde hair was arranged in elaborate twists and curls. 

Behind them, in the back seat, sat Roger and Millie, sitting close but not 
quite touching, a trifle wary of each other's moods and feelings. Millie had 
tried to look her best that night, hoping to excite some feeling of romance 
in her oddly distant husband. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, 
and she was wearing a tight cream-colored sheath, the lowest-cut, daring 
dress she owned. Even though Roger had complimented her on her appearance 
that night, there was something indifferent about his attitude that bothered 
her. Attributing it to fatigue and perhaps lingering tension from the 
previous weekend, she did her best to put it out of her mind. 

"What sort of club is this?" she asked as the car turned into the long, 
tree-lined drive that wound through the dense woods. 

"Oh, it's strictly for married couples," Brett replied. "Some place to go to 
have fun. There's not much to do around here except for the movies and the 
local bars, so a bunch of us got together and started our own place. There's 
a bar, dance floor, a pool and lots of private rooms where you can go for 
... oh privacy or whatever." 

Settled against the comfortably upholstered back seat of the car, Roger 
suddenly recalled Brett's hints earlier about wife-swapping and 
"arrangements." A glimmer of suspicion about the real purpose of the club 
crossed his mind, but after considering it, he decided the evening would be 
harmless. The Dawsons after all, knew how uptight Millie was, and they 
surely wouldn't pull a stunt like bringing them to a sex club without 
warning them. 

A few minutes, later, they pulled up in front of a large two story building. 
It was completely square, made of concrete and glass, with a wide balcony 
that extended all the way around the second floor, and carefully landscaped 
lawns and shrubs. 

"Impressive," Roger said appreciatively as they got out of the car. 

"A lot of people around here are really loaded," Pete explained as they made 
their way up the wide front steps to the glass doors that opened into the 
front lobby. "Everybody gave what they could spare, and there were some that 
had plenty to spare. Of course we all pay dues every year, too." 

Inside the two couples found themselves in a small, intimately lit lounge, 
with small tables, a bar and a checkroom for coats. A number of couples were 
at the tables drinking, and they turned to look at the new arrivals. Pete 
steered them toward a small table in the corner that was free. 

"Let's have a drink first," he suggested, "and then I'll show you the rest 
of the place. This room's self-service, so tell me what you want and I'll go 
get it." 

"How about a big pitcher of martinis?" Brett volunteered. "Just the thing to 
get us nice and mellow." 

"That okay with you two?" 

"Fine," Roger replied. 

"Be back in a jiffy." Pete strode toward the bar, waving greeting so friends 
as he passed their tables. 

"What do you think of the place?" Brett asked, taking a cigarette out of the 
pack on the table. 

'it's really beautiful," Millie answered, looking around as her husband 
leaned over to light Brett's cigarette. 

"This is nothing. Wait until you get a load of the rest of it." 

At that moment another figure approached the table. "Brett dear girl," he 
said in a high, somewhat raspy voice, "How nice to see you!" 

"Leo, you old darling, how are you?" 

The Coles turned to greet their visitor and found themselves confronted with 
a poorly man in his mid-forties wearing skin-tight trousers, so snug that 
the line of his underwear could be seen clearly, as well as the obscene 
bulge of his cock. He had on a dark blue sports shirt open nearly to the 
navel, and white loafers. His face was pudgy, with a somewhat decadent cast. 
His eyes were small and nearly black, his nose hooked, and almost beak-like, 
and his lips were thick and soft. A fringe of grayish hair sprouted from his 
nearly bald head. To Roger's and Millie's surprise, Brett rose from the 
table and threw her arms around the bulky man's shoulders kissing him 
enthusiastically on the mouth. 

"This is Leo Nickles," the voluptuous blonde said, turning to her guests, 
"our father confessor. The club was his idea in the first place, Leo, this 
is Millie and Roger Cole, our new tenants." 

"Well, well, well, a pleasure!" he said, holding out his hand to Roger, who 
rose and took it, resisting a feeling of instant dislike for the heavy-set 
man. Leo shook his hand vigorously. Then as Roger sat down, he turned his 
attention to Millie. "So you're Mrs. Cole?" he said, his narrow eyes quickly 
taking in her curvaceous body. "Pete and Brett said you were pretty, but 
they didn't do you justice, my dear." 

'Thank you," the young bride murmured softly, blushing faintly with 
embarrassment. 

"Why don't you join us, Leo?" Brett invited. "Pete's just gone for some 
martinis." 

"Why, thank you, I don't mind if I do." The heavy-set man pulled a chair 
over to the table and sat down. 

"Is Eddie here tonight?" Pete's wife inquired. 

"No, she's in New York for a week. Eddie's my wife," he explained to the 
Coles, "I'm sorry she's not here, she'd have loved to meet you. Especially 
you, Roger. She has an eye for handsome young men." 

Roger nodded and smiled, though he was feeling more and more uncomfortable 
and he began to wonder if his earlier hunch about the club hadn't been 
accurate, after all. At that moment, Pete returned with a pitcher of 
martinis and a try of glasses. 

"Ah, Leo," he said enthusiastically as he sat down the drinks. "So you've 
met our guests." 

"Yes, yes a delightful pair." 

"I'll have to get another glass," Pete realized, now that Leo had joined 
them. 

"No, don't bother. I'll just sip from Brett's. I'm quite drunk already, as 
you've probably all noticed by now, and I must take it a little slower. No 
more than three gallons a night." He threw back his head and laughed merrily 
at his joke, and the others joined in his amusement, as Pete poured drinks 
into the stemmed glasses. 

Leo stayed at the table for quite some time, regaling them with stories and 
anecdotes about his life, most of them rather risque. At first both Roger 
and Millie were put off by his antics, but at they grew progressively more 
inebriated from the first pitcher of martinis and then a second, they found 
themselves enjoying the heavy-set man's lewd brand of humor. Roger noted 
with curiosity that his wife, usually reserved and chilly towards anything 
that smacked of a "dirty" story, seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, 
laughing uproariously as the fat man rambled on and on. Soon Leo was 
directing most of his remarks to her, and she seemed delighted with the 
attention. 

"Millie dear," he said finally, "you are the most charming young thing I've 
met in ages. Roger let me congratulate you on snagging such a sweet 
creature. I'm afraid I'm monopolizing her a bit, I hope you don't mind." 

"Not at all," the muscular young husband replied, feeling woozy and euphoric 
himself from all he had had to drink. 

"Good," Leo replied, "In that case, I claim the right to conduct this young 
lady on a guided tour of the club!" 

He stood up and extended his arm to Millie who giggled, rose from her seat, 
and slipped her arm into his. 

"Oh, I don't feel like going yet," Brett said. "I haven't finished my 
drink." 

"I'll go with them and see they don't get into any trouble," Pete 
volunteered. "Then who the hell's going to stay here with me?" the blonde 
demanded drunkenly. 

"I will," Roger offered, laughing. 

"Sure I can trust you with my wife, old boy?" Pete asked, leering 
suggestively. 

"Sure, sure," Roger replied, gulping back a momentary flash of guilt as he 
recalled the torrid coupling he and Brett had shared that afternoon. Did 
Pete know about it? No, she'd said it would be their secret. 

"Fine..." Pete said. Turning, he saw that Leo had already started toward the 
interior of the club with Millie linked to his arm, "Christ, I'd better get 
going. See you later." 

Brett and Roger watched the other three exit through a door into another 
part of the club, then they slowly turned to face each other. It seemed to 
Millie's adulterous spouse that the svelte older woman's eyes sparkled like 
sapphires, burning with an intense inner fire. 

"Hi," she aid in a low, sultry voice. 

"Hi," he replied, mesmerized by her spellbinding beauty, and growing warm 
with the memory of their electrifying encounter that afternoon. In his 
drink-fogged state, he found himself once again drawn irresistibly to his 
landlord's wife, who moved around the table to sit in the chair directly 
next to his, her closeness and her tantalizing aroma of her perfume causing 
his long penis to stir restlessly with the steady throbbing excitement he 
always seemed to feel when she was around. 

"I'll let you in on a little secret," she murmured, gazing adoringly at the 
tongue-tied young service attendant. "I was hoping we'd have some time alone 
tonight, so I could tell you how much I enjoyed the way you tamed me this 
afternoon." 

Her mascara-rimmed eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously at him as she spoke. 
"But it was so fast, you know? I like to take my time usually, so I can get 
to know a man ... completely." She let her long pink tongue lick 
salaciously, yet delicately, around the edges of her parted scarlet lips. 

Roger smiled at her, feeling nearly hypnotized by the potent combination of 
her directness and her voluptuously inviting beauty. Something about this 
ravishing older woman called up the wild, savage part of his nature, the raw 
masculinity that he had kept under control for too long. Despite, or perhaps 
because of the fact that she violated every social taboo he could think of 
with complete aplomb, her uninhibited sensuality acted on him like a magnet. 
Her deceptively innocent blue eyes promised excitement and every curving 
inch of her spectacular body radiated experienced eroticism. She made his 
life with Millie seem so drab and colorless. Suddenly, his hard young body 
jerked in surprise, as he felt the tempetuous blonde's hand graze intimately 
upwards over his thighs to the budding mound of his rapidly stiffening cock, 
making the thick girthed shaft swell with a renewal of aching desire and 
stretch hungrily against the fabric of his fawn-colored trousers. Concealed 
by the table, she began to rotate the palm of her hand slowly, tantalizingly 
against his tautly straining pole of hot flesh, all the while smiling 
wickedly. "Feel good?" 

"So good you'd better be careful." 

"Mmmmmmmm ... that's nice. I like to make a man feel good. How would you 
like it if I took you on a private little tour of the premises ... say to 
one of the private rooms upstairs?" 

The excited young husband's immediate impulse was to go, go anywhere and 
anytime she wanted, but a vivid picture of his innocent young wife flashed a 
warning into his brain, reminding him once again that he was married, with 
responsibilities that couldn't be shrugged off for a momentary whim. 

Seeing him hesitate, Brett slowed the motion of her lasciviously stroking 
hand. "Thinking about Millie?" she asked, arching her eyebrow knowingly. 

Roger nodded and looked away, fishing the olive out of his martini glass. 
Again he was amazed at how well the attractive woman seated next to him 
seemed to know him. 

"Brett, I want to come with you, believe me. Hell, after this afternoon, 
there's nothing I'd like better in the world. But this is all pretty new to 
me. and I don't want to hurt Millie. I mean, you said yourself that you and 
Pete are free to do anything you want, as long as it doesn't hurt your 
marriage. I just don't know what this would do to Millie and me." 

"I don't think you have to worry about Millie so much. We had a few long 
talks while you were in the city, and my guess is she's going to break out 
of her naive little shell any minute now. And once she does, she won't care 
what you do or who you do it with, as long as she gets hers, too. And as 
long as you .stay together. Fm not so sure...." 

Brett squeezed his thickening cock hard with her long tapering fingers, 
making the indecisive young man nearly groan aloud from the excruciatingly 
pleasurable pressure. 

"What are you afraid of, Roger? That your cozy little world will suddenly 
evaporate? Are you using your wife's problems as an excuse to avoid 
confronting your own?" 

"No, not at all," Roger replied, a little defensively. 

"Then come upstairs with me, beautiful, and show me. . . show me what you 
can do with that beautiful cock of yours when you've got time to really have 
fun!" 

"And don't worry about Millie," she said reassuringly, as she took his hand 
and began walking toward the door. "Leo and Pete will keep her busy for 
quite a while." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In another part of the extravagantly decorated building, Leo, holding 
Roger's inebriated young wife by the arm, led the way down a dimly lit 
corridor. Pete trailed behind them, his eyes riveted to the wriggling, 
rounded bottom of the well-built brunette, whose body was only moments away 
from being his to enjoy. His hand fondled the stiffened flesh of his cock 
through the pocket of his snug-fitting expensive sports slacks, and he 
barely listened to Leo's incessant chatter. 

"So you see, Millie," the balding older man was saying, "the club was not 
only primarily my idea, but I am also its' principal benefactor. It's nice 
to be able to socialize in such a beautiful setting, don't you think? Edie 
and I like to meet young people, particularly ones as attractive as you and 
your husband. It keeps us young too. Now I have a very special surprise to 
show you, a new addition to the premises, so new in fact, it hasn't even 
been opened to the members yet, although it will be next weekend." 

They came to a stop at the end of the hall facing a large double door of 
opaque glass. Leo fumbled in his pockets for the keys, the tightness of his 
pants making his bulky flesh bulge like swollen rubber as he squirmed his 
hand around inside. Finally he found them, and with a ceremonious air, 
unlocked and opened the door. Inside was a huge indoor swimming pool. The 
room was done entirely in multi-colored tiles, floor and ceiling, giving it 
an almost hallucinatory quality of swirling colors and bright erotic design. 
Modernistic tables, chairs and couches were arranged along the sides, and 
the pool itself was an enormous rectangle filled with brilliant blue water 
and lit by colored lights from beneath. 

"Oh, it's so beautiful," Millie gasped. "Really beautiful!" 

"Thank you, dear. I had it built for the winter. But for tonight it's our 
very own. Go on in and look around." 

The young wife followed his suggestion, swaying a little on her feet once 
she was deprived of the support of Leo's arm. Watching her unsteady progress 
from the doorway, Leo winked conspiratorially at Pete. 

"Pretty little thing, Pete, very pretty and very drunk. Shall 
we...'initiate' her?" 

"Shit, I hope so! I've been waiting to get my hands on her for a week!" 

The two men advanced into the room, after Leo had carefully closed and 
locked the door, and pocketed the key again. 

"Somebody's already been here," the young wife said from the other end of 
the pool, where she had wandered. Her voice echoed in the tile room, 
reverberating against the walls, amplified enormously and she giggled 
tipsily at the discovery. "I mean there's a bottle here and some glasses." 

"Oh, that, my dear, is for us. Something special Pete was kind enough to 
bring me. I put it here earlier, in anticipation of having guests here this 
evening." He walked slowly around the edge of the pool toward the young 
girl, his footsteps clacking on the mosaic tiles. "Have some." 

"I couldn't really. I'm much too drunk already. I don't think I've ever been 
so drunk in my life!" 

"I'm delighted to hear it," the older man said, laughing. Putting his fleshy 
arm around Millie's shoulders, he drew her close to the table. "But this is 
very special, and I insist you have just a taste." He poured some of the 
thick liquid into a glass and handed it to her. "Here, sip slowly. It's 
quite strong, but very mellow. I think you'll like it." 

"I think I've had this before," the inebriated young wife said, her voice 
slurred, after taking a sip of the sweet-tasting liqueur. "At Pete and 
Brett's, last weekend." In fact the drink was the same one that had caused 
the hallucinations she had attributed simply to too much alcohol. 
Unsuspecting, she took another deep swallow. 

"Pete, come over and join us, won't you?" Leo called suavely to Brett's 
husband, after pouring two more glasses of the liqueur and more aware of the 
drug's potent effects than Roger's naively trusting young wife, scarcely 
wetting his lips with it. 

"Just getting an eyeful of this place," Pete said, sauntering slowly around 
the edge of the pool toward them. "It's the first time I've seen it since it 
was finished." 

Within .a few minutes, the three of them were sitting at one of the tables, 
the two men staring interestedly at the unsuspecting young wife as she 
sipped her liqueur. Pete's muscular body was flooded with erotic feeling 
that the innocent-looking girl was totally at their mercy, and although he 
would have preferred to have her all to himself the first time, he consoled 
himself with the idea that there'd be plenty of time for that later, after 
her initiation. 

"In a few minutes," Leo suggested, his lips curling in a strange smile, 
"perhaps we can all go for a little swim." 

"I forgot my bathing suit," Millie replied thickly, then burst into laughter 
at the absurd sound of her own voice, which seemed to come from very far 
away. 

"You don't need it here," Leo assured her. "We swim in our birthday suits at 
the club. No bathing suits allowed." 

"You're being silly," the young wife protested, giggling. She leaned back 
against the chair and closed her eyes. As she did, pleasant waves of warmth 
seemed to ripple through her ripe young body, and she felt as though she 
were drifting on a bright cloud, far above the earth. "This feels so nice," 
she murmured, scarcely able to get the words out. "Fm glad we came tonight." 

Leo and Pete exchanged lascivious glances, and silently Brett's husband rose 
from his chair and moved to a switch panel on the wall. At a gesture of his 
hand, the room was filled with slow, sensual blues music. Throbbing drums 
and softly wailing horns came from speakers hidden in the walls, and it 
seemed to the young brunette girl that the rhythm of the music matched the 
rhythm of the reflections that flashed into the multi-colored walls and 
ceiling from the water in the pool. She began to have difficulty focusing 
her vision. Everything .seemed cloudy and strange, dream-like. The strange 
tingling sensation in her body increased with every passing second, and the 
music seemed to be coming from inside her head, making her heart beat with 
the same erotic urgency as the recorded blues. The patterns of the tiles 
were swimming in front of her eyes, blurring into a bizarre swirl of color, 
light and shadow. 

"Oh," she slurred, somewhat alarmed at her rapid loss of control, "I feel so 
strange...." 

"That's just the drink, dear. . . just relax," Leo replied, looking at her 
strangely, the outline of his thick body seeming like liquid to Millie's 
drug-impaired vision. 

She was about to lean back again and close her eyes when, much to her 
astonishment, she saw that Pete was ... was taking his clothes off." 

For an instant, it effected her like a hallucination, and she thought that 
once again she was seeing things that weren't there, just as she had the 
previous weekend, when looking at the photographs in Pete and Brett's 
apartment. But this lewd vision went on too long! The well-built husband of 
her new-found friend removed his shirt, shoes, and socks, and then unbuckled 
his pants, sliding them down over his naked hips. The drugged young wife was 
shocked to realize he was wearing no underwear, for as soon as his pants 
were lowered below his pelvis, she could see his thick, blood-engorged shaft 
in full erection, and the wrinkled, hairy sacs of his testicles that swayed 
obscenely beneath it. 

A shiver of cold fear suddenly assaulted the young wife, as Pete gripped his 
turgidly swollen cock in his hand and grinned down at her lewdly. She tried 
to get out of her chair, but her body, completely under the effects of the 
powerful drug, wouldn't obey her commands. She was rooted to her chair as if 
paralyzed. 

"Wh ... what's happening?" she stammered weakly. "Pete ... Pete is..." 

"Yes, Pete is naked," Leo said casually, glancing over his shoulder to see 
the darkly tanned man stripped of all his clothing and fondling his 
blue-veined cock. "You aren't shocked, are you Millie? You seem more ... 
experienced than that. We're all married, after all, even if it's not to 
each other. A naked man's body shouldn't disturb you." 

"No ... no," the young wife said with great effort. "I was ... just 
surprised." She could barely speak now, for streams of erotic energy were 
traveling up her spine, making her feel faint with the dazzling force of 
desire. To her drug-blurred eyes, Leo and Pete looked like satyrs, 
particularly Pete, whose goatee glistened in the shifting, colored lights, 
his hard-muscled body shining a dark copper as he ran his hands shamelessly 
over his penis and balls. 

"Don't let anything Pete does upset you," Leo said calmly. "He's only having 
a little fun." 

Millie couldn't speak at all now. She was growing hotter by the minute, and 
small beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead as though she were 
being consumed by a billowing, steamy cloud of sensuality. Vainly she 
struggled to resist the overwhelming sensations, but it was useless. She 
could only sit in her chair, surrounded by the sensual music and the hot 
lights, totally helpless, while her body went wild with burgeoning lust, 
intense beyond anything she had ever felt before. Her passion-soaked pussy 
contracted involuntarily, causing an unbearably sweet aching sensation up 
between her legs, and the drugged girl wriggled in unconscious lewdness 
against the cushions of her chair. 

Leo grinned obscenely, his lips split in a wide smile that displayed his 
teeth, and winked lasciviously at Pete as the two men realized that the 
effects of the drug were placing the innocent young wife more and more in 
their power. Soon she would be practically begging them to fuck her, any way 
they wanted it, just to get some relief for the urgent desire that was 
licking at her pussy with tongues for fire! 

This was what the fat man lived for, the seduction of beautiful young girls, 
the more innocent and naive the better. Nothing gave him more pleasure than 
watching the walls of shyness and reserve crack, giving way to the darker 
powers of pure animal sexuality that he knew everyone, male and 
female-possessed. Once this dark shadow power was released, he knew, it 
overwhelmed the personality, until, after years of indulgence, one either 
learned to control it, or submitted to it completely. He had seen so many 
girls like Millie, silly and shy at first, turn into sex-hungry nymphs 
insatiable in their desire for whatever obscene satisfaction a man might 
want from her, yearning for erotic excitement like a man in a desert thirsts 
for water. His thick penis stiffened tightly in his snug trousers, and a 
sudden spurt of heat shot through his ample balls like fireworks. 

"You're so pretty, Millie," he murmured in a lusty voice, "so pretty, my 
dear." 

The numbed young bride watched fearfully as the older man seemed to change 
before her eyes from a benign, talkative older man to a leering, hulking, 
monstrously fat animal, his thick lips curled back in a hideous smile. 
Rooted in her chair, her eyes widened in horror as he reached up with his 
pudgy little hands and began to undo the buttons of his shirt ... at the 
same time, she heard a loud splash that seemed to echo like thunder, and 
looking around, she saw Pete had jumped, fully naked into the heated water 
of the pool. To her fogged vision he looked like a slippery fish as he swam 
and dove in the water, turning over on his back so that flashes of his 
bobbing, wet genitals were visible to her. 

The sight of his naked body held completely frozen in a mixture of fear and 
fascination. She had never seen a man behave so lewdly, and although 
everything in her background had predisposed her to believe it was ugly, 
another wilder part of her was riveted to the obscene spectacle of Pete 
sporting through the shimmering water, momentarily grinning up at her and 
fondling his rigidly hardened penis, then sinking back under the surface and 
swimming away, only to reemerge somewhere else. Minutes seemed like hours to 
the young wife, until suddenly her attention was drawn back to her own 
situation when she unexpectedly felt the touch of hands on her feet. Looking 
up, she was shocked to see that Leo was now totally naked as he knelt before 
her, lovingly removing her shoes. 

"No ... no..." she protested weakly, "What ... what ... are you...." 

"Just making you more comfortable, my dear," the fat man said in a low 
voice. Taking her small shoes in his hands, he began to lick them adoringly, 
gazing up at Millie as though she were a goddess, while his pink tongue 
curled around the white patent leather as though he were licking candy. 
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he mewled. 

Millie's heart pounded like a hammer. She felt as though she were suddenly 
trapped in a nightmare! She'd been deceived, shamefully deceived by her own 
naivety and fears, as well as by her neighbors, people she had thought were 
her friends! 

Carefully Leo set her shoes aside and then slid his thick hands slowly up 
the silky smoothness of her slender, stocking-clad legs. "You've got such 
nice legs, dear," he said, unhooking the garters that held her nylons in 
place, "so pretty." One by one he unrolled the stockings from her legs, 
sniffing the soft nylon as if it were rare perfume before setting them 
aside. Then his eager hands began to travel slowly up each tapered limb, 
past the hem of her tight-fitting sheath, and over the sensitive flesh of 
her inner thighs. 

Millie recoiled in horror and disgust, yet mingled with these feelings were 
spasms of lewd excitement that intensified as the fat seducer's hands wormed 
closer and closer to her warmly throbbing vaginal mound. Her skin was 
unbearably sensitive to touch, thanks to the potent drug, and despite her 
fear and shock, flashes of heated pleasure pulsated in her loins, and a spot 
of involuntary dampness grew on the crotch band of her nylon bikini panties. 
No, no this can't be happening, she thought in horror. This awful fat man is 
caressing me, and I'm reacting as though I liked it. 

She tried to lift her arms to push him away, but they were like lead weights 
hanging limply at her sides. Lewdly, Leo began to finger the material of her 
dampened panties, his hands shoved all the way up her legs, the material of 
her dress bunched around her hips as he pushed his way upwards. With 
mounting excitement he gripped the tight waistband of the skimpy panties and 
pulled them down over her curving young hips, yanking them out from under 
the weight of her buttocks, and then sliding them gently down her legs until 
finally they were removed completely. He held the limp garment in his hands, 
fondling and caressing the soft material, then bringing the moistened crotch 
band to his nostrils. He sniffed deeply, sighing luxuriantly as the pungent 
female odor filled his nose, making him quiver with lewd passion as if he 
were sniffing a powerful aphrodisiac. 

"Very nice," he mumbled thickly, drifting into a state of mounting barbaric 
desire, "very nice, indeed." Carefully he placed the panties on the table 
and then turned back to Millie, who lay defenselessly in the chair, her eyes 
dilated in fear. "You don't have to be so frightened, my dear," he said 
softly. "I won't hurt you ... much ... I'm a good lover, you'll see...." 

Once more his hands traveled up her whitely gleaming legs, this time pushing 
the bunched hem of her dress all the way back and forcing it under her fully 
fleshed buttocks until her hair-fringed pussy flesh was nakedly exposed to 
his eyes. "Ahhhhh, lovely, so utterly lovely," he cooed, gripping her softly 
pliant hip flesh with his thick fingers. 

Lowering his head, he began to lick her legs, working his way up with 
maddening slowness toward the warm flesh of her pale inner thighs. Miller 
squirmed violently, less from fear than from the savagely throbbing thrills 
of pleasure that sizzled through her. It was as though she were two people: 
One terrified and afraid, and the other aroused beyond measure, responding 
like an animal in heat to the fat man's obscene advances. 

Suddenly Leo lurched his flabby body upwards and without warning, buried his 
face in the softly glistening flesh of Millie's exposed cuntal split. The 
sudden contact of his lewdly questing mouth and tongue on her nakedly 
throbbing cuntal entrance elicited a tortured moan from the subjugated young 
bride as Leo licked and sucked at her violated pussy with hungry 
determination. Up until now the tormented girl had been too paralyzed to 
protest, but now, summoning the last ounce of her strength, she cried out 
desperately. 

"Help! Roger, help me!" 

"It's no use howling like that, Millie," Pete remonstrated, emerging from 
the pool by means of a metal ladder only a few feet away. "This room is 
soundproofed. Besides, I don't know why you're making such a fuss. I thought 
you liked to be eaten out." 

"Nnnnnoooo, sssttoooppp!" Millie groaned as Leo lunged his slippery tongue 
into the wetly contracting interior of her swollen cunt. "NNNNNOOOOO!" 

"Millie, come on," Pete continued casually, wiping the glittering beads of 
water from his thick-muscled, athletically trim body. "You didn't struggle 
like that with Brett--" 

Millie looked at him in shock. Brett had promised she wouldn't say anything! 
Could it be that she, too had betrayed her trust? 

"Yeah, she told me all about it," the goateed man went on. "Said you were a 
real hot little number. Maybe you only like it with chicks now, but don't 
worry, Leo and I are gonna show you how good it can be with men. Don't fight 
it, baby, you're going to enjoy this." 

"OOOOH!" the horrified girl cried helplessly. "ROGER!" 

"Even if he could hear you, I don't think he'd come. You see, he's busy 
elsewhere with Brett." 

"No, no, it's not true," Millie moaned, trying futilely to push herself away 
from Leo, who was still licking voraciously at her wetly dilating pussy. 

"Don't believe me? Okay, listen for yourself." Pete went over to the panel 
of switches on the wall and flicked another one. The blues music abruptly 
ceased, and there was momentary silence. Then Brett's voice, throaty and 
sensual, echoed clearly through the room. 

"Oh, Roger," she was saying, "your body is fantastic...." 

"Yours too," Millie heard her husband reply. 

"Come on over to the bed, big boy, I'm horny as hell ... ! " 

Millie shut her eyes tight to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks. 
Roger was in one of those private rooms with Brett, and there was no doubt 
about what was going on! And she was trapped in the tiled room, locked in 
with the husband of her husband's mistress and a depraved older man, unable 
to save herself or even resist! Her tears cascaded uncontrollably down her 
cheeks. Only a week ago, everything had been the way it had always been, and 
now it was gone, her marriage, her love for her husband, even her 
self-esteem. How had it happened? Why? 

"Oh, Roger," she heard her devious landlady groan from the wall speakers, 
"Your cock is so nice ... soooooo nice and hard!" 

Pete turned to Leo, who was squatting back on his haunches on the tiled 
floor, observing the betrayed bride's reaction to the new series of 
revelations. "Shall we listen to the end, ole boy?" he asked mischievously. 

"No reason why not," Pete replied. "After all, we've got all the time in the 
world...." 

* * * 

Roger and Brett were sprawled lewdly on a huge circular bed, rolling this 
way and that, their naked bodies entwined in lusty embrace. The lights were 
out, and their hotly Writhing bodies were lit only by a flood of bright 
moonlight that poured into the room from the glass doors leading out onto 
the balcony. The illicit pair were lost in the throes of irresistible 
excitement as they clasped each other's lust-heated naked flesh with hot, 
urgent hands. 

Millie's adulterous spouse ran his palms up and down the smoothly silken 
texture of his landlord's wife's lewdly trembling frame, over the sleek 
taper of her hips and down to the jiggling mounds of her buttocks. Brett 
clutched his hard young body feverishly, moaning with delight as his hands 
explored her excited flesh, then reached down to wrap her deft fingers 
around the rubbery hardness of his huge stiffened penis and stroke the soft 
resiliency of his swollen balls. Ripples of lust churned insistently in the 
young husband's loins and thundered through his body with overwhelming 
intensity. 

Then, with a deep growl of lust, he let his hands grip Brett's firmly 
rounded breasts, squeezing the supple, red-tipped mounds and scarcely 
believing the surging pleasure he got from exploring the trembling globes. 
He was breathing heavily now, his eyes shining with an unholy passion as he 
tweaked each of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them 
harden like hot rubber as the areolas contracted and grew goose-pimply. 

"Hurt me, honey," Brett gasped excitedly, "pinch 'em hard and hurt me!" 

At first, Roger was a little shocked at her request for such brutal 
treatment, but he soon responded eagerly as he suddenly realized that with 
his neighbor's voluptuous wife there was no need to restrain his darker, 
more obscene impulses the way he had been forced to do with his wife. 

Eagerly he pinched the two tight nipples, applying more and more pressure 
until he thought they would burst, while Brett wriggled in ecstasy and 
delight, jerking his thickly distended cock up and down with her deft and 
eager hands. Finally, Roger buried his face greedily in the pulsing softness 
of her throbbing breasts and ran his hungrily sucking mouth over first one 
and then the other, his nakedly writhing young body surging with mounting 
passion. 

Meanwhile, Brett had grown nearly delirious with pleasure, and she suddenly 
gripped one of Roger's hands and pulled it down between her legs, placing it 
directly on her hotly pulsing vagina. The sex-crazed young man stiffened his 
middle finger and began to thrust it upward into her already drenched and 
ready cuntal opening. His rigid finger slid easily all the way up into her 
wet clenching pussy, and once inside her he rotated it, bringing squeals of 
delight from her throat. The sensually palpitating walls widened eagerly, 
while the lust-driven young husband continued to suck and bite on the lewdly 
jiggling nipples of her breasts with lurid intensity. 

"Oh, honey, fuck me, fuck me now," she moaned finally, unable to wait a 
minute more to have his thick make shaft skewered into her. To his surprise, 
she pulled away from him, clambered quickly off the bed and knelt on the 
thickly carpeted floor facing a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered 
the wall opposite the bed. 

Damn, Roger thought, momentarily confused by her actions, what the hell is 
she up to? 

But a glance at the obscenely kneeling blonde told him immediately what she 
wanted. She wiggled her melon-shaped buttocks at him lewdly, tossing her 
golden hair over her shoulders with a toss of her head, and glanced back at 
him with sultry desire. She wanted him to take her from behind, dog fashion, 
and had placed herself in front of the mirror so they could both watch. Once 
more the adulterous young husband found himself wildly excited by Brett's 
brand of torrid sexuality. Every sensual dream or desire he had ever kept 
hidden in the deepest recesses of his unconscious was being called forth by 
the sleek temptress, and he was caught in the thrall of its barbaric 
urgency. 

"Fuck me from behind," she cooed. "Stick that big prick of yours right into 
me from behind!" 

Roger eased himself from the bed like a wild young forest buck, and moved to 
her quickly, breathing hard with overwhelming passion and desire ... His 
massively erect cock stood out from the dark tangle of his pubic hair, 
swollen instrument at her wetly quivering pussy. 

At that moment he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he could 
scarcely believe the lewdly electrifying sight that met his eyes. He looked 
like a rampaging demon, a demi-god from ancient mythology, wild and 
powerful. And the voluptuous blonde kneeling so submissively before him was 
his sensually abandoned slave, his willing captive! 

"Slam it into me, Roger," Brett cried, her head thrown back, her eyes 
slitted half-closed in desire. 

"Aaaaaaannnrrrrggghhhhh!" Roger growled, ramming his long thick penis all 
the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath, sliding in up to the 
hilt and causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce against the back of 
her roundly fleshed thighs. Slowly he began to fuck her, stroking his 
eagerly pulsating penis in and out of her softly clutching vaginal depths, 
each thrust making a wet sluicing sound that drove them both wild. Brett 
pumped back wantonly, matching the rhythm of his strokes perfectly, as her 
quaking cuntal walls grew steadily more heated and moist, the tight flesh 
clasping hungrily around Roger's swollen hardness as it fucked in and out of 
her from behind. 

"Oh, baby, this is the best fuck of my life," the adulterous young husband 
cried. "Your pussy feels sooo good. Soooo damn good!" 

His obscene shouts, combined with the lascivious images she watched in the 
mirror, transformed Brett's brain into a turbulent whirlpool of passion and 
sexuality. She thrilled with ecstasy as his hard, sweating body drove and 
battered into her from behind, taking her to excruciating heights of 
pleasure as her loins churned with blazing passion. 

"Oh Christ, yessssss!! " she hissed through clenched teeth. "FUCK ME GOOOD!" 

Roger groaned like a mating animal as the combined pressure in his 
cum-bloated balls and rampaging cock became overpoweringly urgent. He flexed 
his hips with animalistic savagery, gripping her softly pliant hips with his 
muscular hands, and drove his great pulsating cock into her rippling young 
cunt with body-jolting strength. She returned his-hard strokes thrust for 
thrust, driving her smoothly rounded buttocks back against him to meet his 
lunges with a frantic, instinctive rhythm. 

"Aaaaaeeeiiiiii!! " she wailed, carried completely away by the bestial force 
of their fucking. It was hurting her now, hurting her with the kind of 
deliciously pleasurable torture she loved. This was what she lived for, sex, 
wild crazy sex with a big enough cock to satisfy her hungry craving. Her 
vagina was drenched with heated moisture now, and it throbbed incessantly as 
the young husband mercilessly slammed into her like a supercharged machine, 
battering the shuddering nub of her nearly raw cervix. Her eyes were 
transfixed at the moonlit sight of their obscenely locked bodies in the 
mirror, two healthy animals fucking as if there were no tomorrow. The torrid 
vision made her nakedly aroused body tremble in complete wantonness rapidly 
bringing her to the apex of unbearable excitement. 

"Mnnnnnnnnn Gggggrnnnnnn!" she mewled. 

Roger began to moan and grunt as his own excitement rapidly increased. His 
desire-tightened balls swelled with boiling sperm as they slapped against 
the backs of Brett's wantonly quivering thighs. His lust-thickened cock 
began to shudder uncontrollably as his moment of climax grew closer and 
closer with dizzying intensity. His eyes glazed dimly with raw passion and 
the mirror image transformed itself into a blurry display of unparalleled 
eroticism, he and Brett locked in a violent and shameless copulation. 

The young man's entire body ached with roaring pleasure and in the next 
aching second he was there! His sweat-drenched, muscular frame jerked 
spasmodically as he suddenly jetted his thick scalding semen into her 
rapidly pumping loins, and his jaw went slack as he howled in masculine 
triumph. Wave after wave of white hot sperm squirted from his blindly 
shuddering cockhead, making him nearly insensate from the thundering passion 
he experienced. 

Brett received his tumultuous torrent of cum with incoherent groans of 
rapture, her warm gushing cuntal juices flowing from the violently quaking 
walls of her burning vaginal sheath. Her loins were afire with unbelievable 
explosions of erotic delight that filled every crevice of her violently 
orgasming body with devastating pleasure, making her naked flesh seethe with 
hot sparkles of obscene pleasure. 

"MMMMMMMMMNNNN..." she cried, thrashing her head from side to side, her 
blonde hair flying in every direction, her cuntal walls clutching hungrily 
at Roger's burrowing, jerking cock, sucking at the thick bloated column of 
male flesh, trying to draw every last drop of cum from it like a baby 
sucking greedily on a bottle. 

Gradually Roger spent himself completely, and squeezed the last drops of 
male liquid into her clasping wet pussy before sinking wordlessly into the 
soft comfort of the thick-piled rug, totally drained. 

Brett slumped forward onto the rug also, her skin shimmering like gossamer 
in the moonlight, her hot naked body trembling from the intensity of her 
orgasm. The voluptuous blonde lay still for a long while, relishing the 
delightful afterglow of their feverish fucking.... 

You bastard, Millie thought bitterly as the sounds of her husband's 
adulterous activities died away. There was no question now that she had been 
totally betrayed by her husband, betrayed in the crudest possible way. 
What's the difference now What I do? It doesn't matter. Nothing matters any 
more! 

Leo had left her momentarily while she listened in a drugged stupor to the 
torrid copulation, and was now swimming in the pool. Pete meanwhile, had 
been caressing the numbly paralyzed young wife, kissing her and fondling 
her, dripping water from his naked body onto her tight, cream-colored 
sheath. His extended middle finger was worming its way into her heated 
vaginal passage, already made wetly moist by the fat man's tongue rummaging 
earlier. 

"Let's take these clothes off you, Millie," he whispered. "There's no reason 
to be modest anymore, is there?" 

A bitter smile crossed the young bride's red lips. No, there was no reason 
to be modest now. She was too drugged to resist, too shocked by her 
husband's adultery to even care. Let them do what they wanted! 

She passively let Peter lift her from the chair so that she stood, held by 
his thickly muscled arms, in a swaying, upright position. She watched him 
blankly while Leo clambered eagerly out of the pool and trotted toward them, 
his fat body jiggling like jelly and dripping with water. 

"Ah, I see our young friend has begun to see the light. Millie, my dear, 
what we did may seem cruel to you, but it was the only way to show you that 
the old standards are changing. Sex liberated and free now, and you have so 
much pleasure in store for you if you'll just let go and enjoy yourself." 

While Peter held her, the older man eagerly unzipped the back of her tight 
sheath, and then the two of them pulled it down over her shoulders until it 
fell in a heap around her feet, leaving her naked except for her brassiere. 
Leo folded the dress carefully and set it on the table with her panties, 
stockings and shoes. 

"What ... what was in that drink?" Millie asked weakly, beginning to feel 
some control returning again to her body. 

"Oh, nothing much," Pete answered. Would you like some more?" 

"No ... no more," she moaned, trying to twist helplessly out of his arms. 

"Why Millie," Leo said, "why not? You'll find it makes thing much more 
pleasant And if you only take a little sip this time, you won't get so 
paralyzed. After all, my dear, if Peter can have his fun, why can't you?" 

Yes, the young wife thought bitterly. Why not? 

"Here," the older man said, holding out the little glass. 

"Thanks. . . " The pretty young wife, now disheveled and wearing only her 
brassiere, trickles of water dripping on her naked flesh from the two naked 
men, took the drink and sipped slowly. Immediately the euphoric delight 
returned, and her body began to glow with insistent pleasure. Behind her Leo 
struggled with the metal clasp of her brassiere, and when it was unhooked he 
neatly removed the garment and placed it with her other clothes. 

At once the young wife's firmly up-thrust breasts tingled on contact with 
the air, and the skin of those pointed, fleshy mounds grew taut and shivery, 
the coral-colored areolas tightening involuntarily as warm little bursts of 
pleasure exploded in her chest. Millie was surprised to discover, 
considering the torture she had endured so far, how good she felt. 

She tried walking, and was surprised to find that she could manage it rather 
well if she concentrated very hard, although it was more like floating or 
walking on the softest sponge rubber. Somehow, she made her way to the edge 
of the pool, and the water shimmered up at her hypnotically, billowing 
before her eyes not so much like water as bright blue foam, sparkling and 
undulating, inviting her downward. She positioned herself for a dive, and 
found that, unlike her paralyzing reaction to the drug previously, she now 
felt like a water nymph, in perfect control of her nakedly gleaming young 
body. 

The drugged young bride felt like a primitive goddess of light and mystery, 
with magic power and allure. She was enveloped in this new feeling totally, 
and everything else faded from her mind, her husband, her marriage, her 
humiliating treatment by Pete and Leo. She was free as a bird, free ... 
free. . . ! 

Millie lifted her arms above her head, and with incredible grace dove into 
the dazzling depths of the pool. Leo and Pete, watching at the edge, grew 
hotly aroused as they watched the girl swim and tumble in the water with 
total abandon, and they exchanged lewd smiles. 

"Shall we join her, dear boy?" Pete inquired. 

"Absolutely, absolutely." 

In the next moment, the two men had dived into the pool and began circling 
with erotic arousal. The texture of the warm water against her skin was 
unbelievably pleasant, and every inch of her voluptuous frame was tingling 
with delight as she floated and writhed in the pool. Pete and Leo swam on 
either side of her and immediately began to caress every part of her body 
with their hands: Her breast, her pussy, her buttocks. . . diving beneath 
her, touching and fondling constantly. The young bride became confused for a 
few moments. for male hands seemed to be touching her everywhere, but this 
soon only increased her new and overwhelming sense of erotic excitement. 

Suddenly Pete grabbed her by the shoulder and drew her down under water, 
pressing his naked body against hers and squirming obscenely as he kissed 
her passionately. Millie struggled momentarily, frightened that she would 
drown, but was soon swept away by the power of Brett's husband's kiss. His 
thickly swollen penis slid flat against her belly, and instinctively her 
hands reached down to grab the rigid cock. She could hardly believe how good 
it felt, and at that moment she became overpowered by a dynamic erotic urge, 
as if all the hidden sensuality she had fought all these years, and released 
only briefly with Brett days before, was suddenly rushing to the surface 
again. She felt wonderful, wonderful! 

Moments later they burst to the surface of the water for air, gasping as 
oxygen filled their nearly-bursting lungs. Leo had gotten out of the water 
and was calling for them to join him. 

"Come on, up, here," he shouted, jerking wildly at his lust-inflated penis 
beneath his distended belly. "Hurry up!" 

Before Millie knew what was happening she was being pulled urgently through 
the water by Peter then pushed roughly up the metal stairs. The combination 
of the drug and the swim had made everything more unreal than ever, and she 
hardly knew where she was or who she was, or what was happening. She tried 
to focus her eyes but couldn't; her legs seemed to buckle under her, and she 
would have fallen if Pete hadn't caught her by the arm and begun dragging 
her sagging wet body across the tiled edge of the pool toward Leo. 

"Wait ... stop..." she cried helplessly. "It's too fast ... I ... can't ... 
I...." 

"You can and you will, dear," Leo said firmly. 

Pete Dawson eased her down against the cool tiles at the edge of the pool, 
and she shivered from the coldness against her naked skin. Yet it was 
thrilling, too, and unconsciously she began to rub her naked legs against 
the tiles to increase the delicious pleasure she was experiencing. 

"Look at her go, Leo," Pete remarked laughingly, "She's really getting into 
it." 

Hearing him speak, Millie realized in shock what she was doing. She was 
acting like a pure animal, unconscious of anything but satisfying any desire 
that come her way. It was exactly what her mother had warned her about! Once 
more, with terrifying intensity, she seemed to hear her mother's harsh 
warning echoing in her brain. 

"No, no," she murmured, closing her eyes and wriggling lewdly, involuntarily 
against the tiles. "Oh, please ... please ... . " 

"We aim to please, little girl," Leo chortled, unaware of the bizarre 
psychological maze that Millie wandered in at the moment. She was 
spread-eagled now, completely, helplessly naked, against the wet tiles 
beside the pool. Leo straddled her, kneeling with his fat legs on either 
side of her hips, his rigid penis waving lewdly over her stomach, and bent 
down to begin sucking her softly quivering breasts, while Pete hunched down 
and began to stroke her defenselessly throbbing pussy with his fingers, 
probing until he found her clitoris and kneading the little bud until it 
began to quiver and harden, making the young bride moan and wiggle even more 
violently. 

"Ooooooh ... nooooo ... please," she begged, half resisting their 
manipulations, half wanting them, tortured still by her mother's inner 
warning cries and the tormenting flashes of shame and humiliation she felt 
at what she was doing. "Unnnnn ... annngg...." 

She opened her eyes, and for a moment the veil that had descended over 
reality seemed to vanish and she realized suddenly that the older man was 
straddling her hips and sucking her breasts while her landlord was obscenely 
rummaging with his hands into her vaginal flesh. She cried out in alarm, and 
fearfully began to pull away, utterly terrified, utterly aghast at the 
shocking truth of what was being forced upon her. Ohhhhh NOOOOO!" she cried, 
wriggling and squirming in terror, trying to get away before the effects of 
the drug pulled her down once again into an abyss of shameful sexuality. 

But it was no use. Leo and Pete were too strong, and she couldn't escape! 
Suddenly she reached down, driven by stark terror and raked her nails 
unmercifully over Leo's face. The older man yelped in disbelief, then 
smacked the helpless young wife full on the face with the back of his hand. 
She cried, a burning red patch glowing on her cheek. 

"No more of that, my pretty," Leo snarled, "Or you'll definitely regret it! 
I think the time for fooling around is over, Pete. I want to fuck this 
rotten bitch .royally! Turn her over." 

He rose and stepped aside, while Pete bent down and gripped Millie's hips 
with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. She lay without 
struggling now, tears streaming from her eyes, and small gasps of 
humiliation and shame coursing from her mouth. Her fleshy little buttocks 
quivered slightly, rocked by the deep soulful sobs that periodically escaped 
her lips. 

Leo stood nearby, waiting with anger and lust in his eyes, while his thick, 
lust-swollen cock grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of the 
young wife's helplessly exposed ass-cheeks. Then, waving Pete aside, he 
stooped, grabbed both of the subjugated girl's ankles, and yanked them apart 
harshly, splaying her legs wide apart. 

"Oh no, please, no," Millie moaned helplessly, her body squirming in a 
futile gesture of resistance. 

"Hold her, hold her," the fat man yelled to Pete. Quickly the muscular man 
knelt and pushed his hand hard down into the small of her back, pressing her 
stomach tight against the tile floor. Millie struggled again for a moment, 
then lay still, her body shaking with piteous sobs and terrified pleadings 
that rumbled silently in her constricted thoughts. 

Leo dropped heavily to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands 
greedily over the tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her 
sleek young thighs, to the drenched interior up between her legs. The 
shadowy cuntal cleft between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Leo 
growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smooth 
crease of her defenselessly exposed buttocks, parting them slightly so that 
her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes. 

Oh no, Millie thought in terror, not there! Not there! No one had ever 
touched me there, not even my husband! 

Leo leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the soft white 
mounds of her ass-cheeks as she groaned and tried to tense them together, 
but he dug his fingers cruelly into the pliant flesh until she realized 
resistance only meant pain. It was best to surrender and let him spread them 
apart as he wished. The lust-crazed man sucked in his breath as the tight 
ring of puckered flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and 
thrust experimentally at it with his distended middle finger. 

Millie jerked forward and cried out as she felt his finger intrude harshly 
into the tight rubbery opening. She was humiliated to the very core of her 
being at the thought of being touched there! She pressed her pelvis against 
the cold floor, her buttocks tensing together to escape the fingers being 
thrust into her rectal depths, but it was useless, for he burrowed forward 
cruelly, sinking it in up to the first knuckle. 

"Aaaaannnngggghhhhhhhhh!" she gasped in agony, clenching her ass-cheeks 
together as tightly as she could and trapping his hand between the hardened 
flesh. 

"Open it, Bitch," he commanded brutally, slapping her harshly on the 
buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all his might with the 
other until his finger broke through her desperate resistance past the 
second knuckle. She screamed aloud, and then finally gave up, sinking into 
total submission, relaxing her sphincter muscles to let him do as he wished. 

As Leo fucked his finger relentlessly in and out of her abused little anus, 
widening it, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other 
hand, preparatory to skewering the defenseless young wife spread-eagled on 
her belly beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and 
forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the massive instrument 
directly at the tightly puckered hole now partially stretched from the 
brutal burrowing of his stiffened finger. 

He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing 
his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle to lubricate 
his entry. Then he leaned forward to press the huge bulk of his body into 
her back and his massively pulsating cock slid along the dampened crevice 
until the tip rested against her tiny, throbbing rectal hole, wetly 
glistening with his spit. Levering himself up on his elbows, he pressed 
slightly with his hips for a moment, directing his lust-swollen cock 
straight against the tightly clenched opening. Then mercilessly he bore down 
on her, making his huge cockhead cruelly forward into her tight little anus. 

"Aaaaaggghhh, God. Stop! Your splitting meeee!" Millie writhed and moaned in 
pain, nearly, smothered as well by the bulk of the fat man's body. Never in 
her life had she experienced such a deep humiliation, and there was nothing 
she could do about it, nothing! She was their slave, their beast of burden. 
Her naked young body was theirs to use as they wished! 

Pete watched hungrily as Leo burrowed further into the tight resisting ring 
of flesh which clasped the tip of the fat man's enormous penis like an 
elastic band. He wanted to fuck her too. He had waited for over a week to 
get into that nice little cunt, and his impatiently pulsating cock lurched 
in almost uncontrollable excitement, rigidly jerking with lust and hungry 
anticipation. His time would come soon, very soon. 

"Eeeeeiiinnngg!! " Millie gasped as Leo's massively swollen cock finally 
hammered its brutal way into the painfully cringing depths of her rectum. 
Then, miraculously it as and the way to the hilt! 

She jerked spasmodically for a moment, and then lay still to ease the pain 
of the horrible intrusion into her tightly stretched anal depths. It was 
useless, she knew now, to resist any further, and each movement of her body 
only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful 
dimensions. 

"You have a nice tight little ass, my dear," Leo snarled above her. He began 
to fuck slowly in and out of her with long smooth lunges, each thrust making 
his soft body quiver and eliciting another groan of abject despair from the 
tormented young bride. 

* * * 

Roger and Brett had just finished dressing. "I think we'd better get back to 
the others," the young husband was saying as he zipped up his trousers. "I 
don't want Millie to suspect anything." 

"Mnnnnnnn ... you seem pretty sure of the fact that Millie isn't indulging 
in a little hanky-panky of her own," the blonde seductress remarked, with a 
sly smile. 

"Look Brett, I know my wife, and she just isn't the type. She wouldn't go 
for any 'arrangements'. I know it." 

"Well, how would you react if you found out she did? I mean supposed you 
discovered she was fooling around, too ... how would you feel about it?" 

The young husband stared at Brett for a long time, pondering her question. 
It had never occurred to him that Millie might do such a thing. Of course, 
he had hoped she could break through her sexual tension, but he had never 
harbored the idea that she would have sex with other men. In fact, it was 
something he had never even considered a viable possibility for himself 
until he had met Brett. Yet, he could justify it for himself. It wasn't that 
unusual, after all, for a man to play around. In fact, in some circles it 
was expected that he do so. But the wife? No, the wife was expected to stay 
at home. 

"Actually," he said finally, "I don't think I'd mind at all. I mean, if 
Millie really wanted to make it with other guys I think I'd be liberal 
enough to at least consider it." 

"I wonder if you'd feel quite so free if it really happened. I've seen a lot 
of guys say they wouldn't mind, and when they saw their wife's smootching 
another guy they went crazy." 

"Well, not me, baby, not me. I'm beyond that stuff." 

"Yes? I wonder." Brett smiled, a mysterious smile that made the young man 
grow somewhat uncomfortable. 

"Look, let's go find them. That's the only thing I'm concerned about. What 
happens in the future is something else; right now I don't want my wife to 
worry." 

"Good enough," she replied. "Come on, they're probably downstairs 
somewhere." 

She led him out of the bedroom and down the wide concrete stairs, past the 
potted palms and embracing young couples, until they reached the first floor 
lounge. Roger noticed that the couples who had been talking so intimately 
when they had first arrived were now kissing and fondling several of them 
making their way upstairs to the private bedrooms. 

"Brett," he asked as they made their way to the bar, "are all the couples 
here into 'arrangements', or whatever you call them?" 

"What do you think, lover?" she quipped, winking at him provocatively. 
"After all, you're into it too." 

Roger was momentarily stunned by her statement, but it was true, absolutely 
true. He was now involved in an extra-marital affair. He had an arrangement 
of his own, even though his wife knew nothing about it. 

"Smith, have you seen Pete and Leo?" Brett asked the bartender. "They were 
with our friend Millie." 

"I think I saw them headed toward the pool," the handsome young pleasant man 
said. 

"Thanks," She smiled, taking Roger by the arm and steering him out of the 
lounge. "They were last seen heading toward the new pool. It's an indoor 
one, and nobody's seen it except Leo and the builders. Apparently it's quite 
something, for winter swimming, you know." 

"And orgies by the poolside?" 

"I suppose so. Interested?" 

"Maybe ... maybe I am." he remarked as they walked down the long corridor. 
"Tell me something about that Leo guy?" 

"Oh, he's a darling isn't he. He's loaded too. Apparently comes from really 
wealthy people, but he's rather close-mouthed about where he gets his money. 
Frankly, none of us care much, because he's largely responsible for all 
this." They reached a large opaque glass door at the end of the hall, and 
immediately Brett turned the handle. 

"Oh, damn, it's locked!" They're probably not there, then...." 

"Not necessarily. Leo may have wanted privacy." 

"Privacy? For what?" 

Pete's blonde wife glanced at him tauntingly. "What's the matter lover? 
Getting nervous?" 

Roger scowled at her and glanced away. He was tired of her coy games tired 
of the innuendos. All this sexual freedom business was coming at him too 
fast. He was still reeling from it all, and he began to wish he was back at 
the apartment with Millie, despite all their troubles. At least he could 
handle it a step at a time there. "There's another entrance around the 
back," Brett said. "Come on." 

She led Roger through a door that led out past the outdoor pool where 
several couples were swimming and playing in the water totally naked. 

"Shit," the young husband remarked, "don't the cops ever get wind of this? 
They'd close this place down in no time." 

"See that good-looking reddish-haired man over there?" Brett said, pointing 
toward an amorous couple at the edge of the wide outdoor pool. "Well, that's 
one of the local cops and the woman is the Mayor's wife. ... Roger's jaw 
hung open in astonishment. "Cool it, Roger there's a hell of a lot you have 
to learn yet, I can see that." 

"Christ! and I thought nothing ever went on in small towns!" 

"Maybe some towns, but not this one. Here we are." She opened a service door 
at the back of the club building, and once again they found themselves in a 
narrow corridor. In a few moments they reached another door, also locked, 
but with a key dangling out of it. 

"Oh great, we can get in!? " 

She turned the key and pulled the handle of the door, opening it wide and 
giving them instantly a full view of the huge indoor pool. 

Roger stared in disbelief and the lurid scene taking place on the tiled 
floor. His wife, moaning and crying out in abandoned ecstasy, lay on her 
side, completely naked, implaced by Pete's cock thrusting roughly up into 
her drenched cuntal interior and Leo's hotly swollen shaft grinding 
torturously into her rectal passage from behind! She was sandwiched between 
them like a helpless rag doll, her whitely gleaming body thrashing widely in 
torrid response to the intense thrills of her double fucking. Nothing had 
prepared the young man for what he witnessed, and he stood paralyzed in 
shock, his eyes bulging, his jaw hanging slack in astonishment. 

"My, my, my," Brett whispered behind him. "What a surprise! How do you feel 
now, Roger? Now that you see that your wife has the same feelings you do?" 

The young husband turned slowly to face the voluptuous blonde, his breathe 
coming faster and faster as a torrent of violent anger struggled to explode 
within him. He was furious, completely outraged to find his wife behaving so 
shamelessly with two near-strangers. His fists clenched tight and his mouth 
became a fine line of resentment. 

"Not like this," he hissed, struggling to keep himself from rushing into the 
room and tearing the two heatedly fucking males from his wife's ravaged 
body. "This is too fast, too much ... I could kill those sons of bitches!" 

"Ah, I thought so. You're just like all the others. It's okay for you to 
have your fun, you can justify that. . . but your wife, that's a different 
story, isn't it?" 

"You tricked us," he snapped. "You tricked me and you tricked Millie." 

"Did we? Roger, you fucked me because you wanted to. Maybe I dropped a hint, 
maybe I encouraged you, but you did it because somewhere inside you, you 
knew it had to happen. And I'll bet you anything Millie feels the same way. 
Something drew all of us here together ... we're like animals of the same 
breed, with a passion that has to be satisfied ... not just with one 
partner, but with as many as possible. It's human nature, Roger. Look at 
Millie. She's living every minute of it, just like you did with me. Go on, 
look." 

Slowly the young husband turned back to watch the debauched trio on the 
floor of the room. There was no doubt about it, Millie was indeed enjoying 
her obscene double screwing. Her eyes were rolling widely, her shining 
tresses were flying in every direction as she tossed her head in the throes 
of uncontrollable passion, while mewling and wailing heated sounds of 
unmistakable pleasure. Despite the outrage the young man felt, he also 
realized that what Brett had said was true, more true than he had dared to 
admit to himself. He became riveted to the scene on the floor, transfixed by 
the sight of his formerly demue wife now a writhing madwoman, a creature of 
total sensual passion, groaning in savage ecstasy. He had never seen her 
like this before, and as his intial anger began to subside, he found himself 
growing fascinated by what he saw, and somewhat aroused as well, for the 
thick flesh of his cock stiffened involuntarily as he continued to watch, 
silent and unseen by the others, at the doorway. 

Unaware that they were being observed, the older man and Brett's husband 
drove mercilessly into the twin channels of the wetly glistening body of the 
young wife. Millie cried out in utter delight as the two hotly throbbing 
penises tore into her, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and 
vagina separating the two vicious instruments. 

Her shame and agony had begun to diminish with amazing speed shortly after 
Pete had begun to drill his cock into her drenched cuntal interior, and she 
found, as she surrendered totally to the will of the two men, that an 
incredible forbidden excitement had begun to pervade every brutalized part 
of her until now she wiggled in total sensual delight, her naked young body 
sizzling with a lewd mixture of pain and joy, mounting higher and higher 
into a whirlpool of undreamed thrills. 

"Yessssss..." She whined deliriously. Yessssss fuck meee ... Fuck me ... 
FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEE! 

Pete became even more savagely aroused as the young wife began to cry out in 
complete, ecstatic surrender, for he knew that he, Leo and Brett had done it 
again, transformed another frigid little bitch into a barbaric sensual 
creature! 

He drove into her now with hard, frenzied strokes while Leo thrust up with 
cruelly knifing force into the shuddering depths of her anus. They had 
developed a natural rhythm between them now, buffeting the sex-crazed young 
wife between them like a sack of soft, resilient sponge rubber. She was 
groaning heatedly as they ground into her, crying out and begging for more. 

On his side, behind Millie, Leo grunted and moaned as he fucked his thick 
rigid cock into her lightly clenching anus, reveling in the feeling of her 
wet young body pressed against his own jiggling flesh. Beads of sweat had 
broken out on his forehead and his eyes bugged lewdly at the stained heavily 
fucking into the helpless girl with more and more brutal thrusts. 

Beneath them Millie was moving her hips eagerly backward to meet the two 
hairy male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving against them, and she 
was free, free at last from her deep-seated fears, free of the incredible 
pressure her mother had subjected her to! Through her torture, through her 
merciless rape, she had discovered her true self, and now she was tapping it 
to the fullest, letting it bloom and grow like a seedling kept in the earth 
for many seasons until it finally found enough nourishment to pole through 
the ground! She couldn't imagine what she would say tQ her husband now, or 
explain what she had discovered. 

But she didn't care. He had taken his pleasure with Brett hadn't he? Well 
she had her revenge ... only it wasn't revenge any more, it was freedom, 
liberation, total release, and she reveled in it. 

"Oh my god," she wailed eagerly, "Aaaaaannnggghhh!" 

Wilder and wilder the two men fucked, urged on by her obvious change in 
attitude and lewdly abandoned cries. All three of them groaned with a 
bestial abandon and howled a bizarre cry of heated sexual debauchery. Millie 
was out of her mind sobbing excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached 
even greater heights of lusty excitement. She gripped her hands around 
Pete's naked shoulders and violent tremors of unimaginable pleasure tore 
through her body like the shock waves of an earthquake. She was cumming ... 
cumming uncontrollably and her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a 
sweetly gushing fluid. 

"I'm cummiiinnnggg!" she cried. "Cu ... cu ... cuummiiinnnggg!" 

Her frantically writhing body was seething with ecstasy as orgasm after 
orgasm rolled like thunder through her cuntal interior and searing flashes 
of burning pleasure and pain ricocheted up her abused anus, traveling up her 
spine like electrical energy. 

Pete and Leo both sensed her overpowering excitement and it charged them 
with strength. Their massively inflated cocks became charged with raw 
masculine power as they screwed her feverishly from both sides, sharing the 
triumph of their total subjugation of this ravishingly beautiful creature 
pressed between their naked bodies. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Shit! Ssshhhiiitttttt!" moaned, as his sperm-blotted 
testicles suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable 
pressure. "Ahhh ... ahhh ... ah. 

And suddenly he began spurting wave after wave of white hot cum out of the 
parted glans of his thrusting cock into Millie's furiously quaking cunt, 
emptying himself with deep guttural moans, filling the young wife with his 
liquid manhood. Behind them Leo held off as long as possible, priding 
himself on his ability to withhold his climax until he felt the time was 
ripe for his release. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Pete and 
Millie drove him time and time again to the bursting point and it was only 
with great effort that he restrained his load of sperm. Finally, however, he 
could wait no longer, and he began to knife his rock-hard penis into her 
anus like a jackhammer. The enormous force of his thrust caused Pete and 
Millie to jerk back momentarily as his massive bulk rippling with strength 
tore cruelly into the girl's depths. His sperm swollen balls erupted, 
sending a thick hot rivulet of cum gushing out of his driving penis into the 
dark interior of Millie's little anus, filling the young wife with a radiant 
burst of wet heat that enhanced her ecstasy beyond measure. 

On and on it came, until finally Pete pulled away leaving only Leo to 
complete his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. 
Then he stopped, and the three of them lay on their sides on the wet tiled 
floor, breathing heavily, relaxing after their frenzied double-fucking. 

A few moments later they were startled to hear a door slam behind them, and 
footsteps on the tile. 

Leo immediately rose to greet the visitors. 

"Ah, Roger and Brett, we were wondering when you'd get here. Roger, dear 
boy, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are somewhat ... how shall 
I say it. . . confused?" 

"You're goddamn right I am," the muscular young man retorted, striding 
toward the three naked organiast. Millie turned toward him slightly when she 
saw the outrage in her spouse's eyes. And yet, the galvanic orgasm she had 
just experienced had radically altered her consciousness. If this had 
happened three days ago, she would have been cowering in fear. Now she 
experienced neither alarm nor wrenching anxiety. Instead she gazed calmly 
and directly at him, knowing he was just as guilty as she and waited to see 
what would happen. 

Roger sensed the difference in her right away, and the unusual change 
minimized his fury. He stood near the three of them, glancing from one to 
the other, not sure of his next move. 

"Well" Brett remarked as she languidly sat in one of the chairs, "looks like 
you've all had a wonderful time." 

"Yeah," Pete replied smiling happily. "It's a shame you two were too busy to 
join us." 

"But," Leo interjected, "the three of us looked in and we figured we'd start 
without you." 

Roger jolted in surprise, wondering what the naked fat man was talking 
about. 

"You see. Roger every room is wired for sound. That way anyone can listen in 
and hear what's going on. Share and share alike, that's the club motto!" 

"What's going on here?" The young husband demanded, his angry indignation 
returning. "What the hell is all this?" 

"Sit down, Roger," Brett said gently, "and we'll tell you." 

"Roger," Brett said, "the first time Pete and I laid eyes on you we knew you 
were ready. The two of you were just like we were a few years ago, trying to 
make a go of things, hassled, but there was something inside, that had to be 
let loose. Leo showed us what that was ... it was sexual liberation, freedom 
to love ... and we felt that was what you and Millie were looking for too, 
though you didn't know it. So we had to trick you as Leo said, just to show 
you what was possible here. The rest is up to you now. You can join the club 
or not, that's your decision. What do you say?" 

Roger stared long and hard at the voluptuous blonde, absorbing her words and 
thinking buck carefully over all that had happened. Despite the anger he 
felt over their deceitful seduction of both himself and his wife, he had to 
admit that much of what Brett was saying hit home. There was no doubt in his 
mind that the kind of lifestyle they practiced excited him tremendously, 
intrigued him, and certainly seemed to be an interesting way of breaking out 
of the tedious routine Millie and he were falling into. 

"Millie," her husband said softly. "Millie, so much as happened. . . this is 
all so new ... I think ... I think a lot of what Brett and Leo have said is 
true ... but I want to know how you feel. If you're ready to go along with 
it, I will too. Bui I want you to make the decision. All attention was 
directed to see what Millie's reaction would be. Finally, after what seemed 
like several minutes she turned to face them all. There was a definite 
worldliness that wasn't there before, a strength, more than ever before. She 
slowly glanced at each of them, a slight smile on her lips, then her eyes 
met her husband's. Her smile broadened, revealing a brilliant row of 
flashing teeth. 

"You want to know how I feel, Roger? Take your clothes off lover and I'll 
show you." 

A delighted murmur went up from the group as Millie rose a vision of 
provocative loveliness, and moved toward her husband. Roger overwhelmed by 
her reaction and apparent change, rose from his chair and slowly began 
undressing, his eyes looked hypnotically with those of his wife's. 

Moments later he was completely naked, and the handsome couple stood face to 
face, totally naked, as a surging sensual vibration began to pass between 
them like a magic current. Slowly they lifted their arms, and in the next 
moment they were embracing tightly, running their hands lovingly over each 
other's sleekly naked bodies. 

"Roger," Millie whispered as she gently kissed him, "When we first came up 
to the farm last weekend, you wanted me to. . . suck your cock ... and I was 
afraid. I'm not afraid now, darling I'm not afraid of anything anymore. Let 
me suck your cock now, my sweet love, and show you ... let me suck you...." 
The young man could scarcely believe the words coming from his wife's lips. 
She was actually asking him to let her suck his cock! His heart swelled with 
happiness, and he slowly lowered himself to the floor, stretching his body 
against the cool tiles. Millie knelt down between his legs, lowered her head 
and took his penis in her mouth. She began to suck on it slowly, 
intertwining her tongue around the thick column of flesh and delighted to 
feel her husbands shaft begin to stiffen at once inside her warmly sucking 
mouth and grow hard as a rock in seconds, hotly surrounded by her artful 
oral cavity. 

Oh man, the young man realized to himself, this is a dream come true! This 
is paradise!" 

"Well," Max said, as he watched with mounting interest as the young naked 
housewife sucked fervently on her husbands sex-stiffened penis, "how 
delightful. They'll make such a nice addition to the club." 

The older man's penis began to jerk excitedly at the sight of the two 
lovers, and he glanced down at his fully erect cock with amusement. Then, 
glancing at Pete, he noticed the same reaction taking place, for Pete's rod 
was swinging up, fully erect in a wide arc, until it stood out like a wooden 
pole from his tangled mass of dark pubic hair. Brett, also noticing their 
rapidly heated state, came over at once, wriggling her ravishingly naked 
body against theirs to increase their excitement. 

"Do you think Roger and Millie would mind if we joined them?" Leo asked 
softly. 

"Not at all," they heard Millie answer suddenly from her kneeling position 
on the floor. . . "the more the merrier!" 


THE END
