While Hubby Watches
by Phillip Taylor


FOREWORD 

Some say the ills of modern American life are caused by advancing 
technology, and among other prime targets, television is called the greatest 
monster of all. It is claimed that the so-called boob-tube de-personalized 
effective communications and thereby hinders the growth of human contact. It 
leaves people with nothing more than vicarious associations, and so, they 
suggest, when people do come together, only negative reactions result. 

Negative inter-action and the inability to communicate are presumed to be 
the catalysts behind the disintegration of normal family life. However, it 
might be more correct to say that technology gives people an appetite for 
more meaningful relationships. If television starves the mind of 
communicative skills, then should not the human spirit seek to satisfy its 
hunger? 

In the business world, technology has pushed people together. Jobs in the 
manufacturing industries have long been on the decline, while the majority 
of positions today are found in the predominant service industries. More and 
more people work in positions that require continuous personal contact with 
the public. Is it difficult or unwarranted, therefore, to assume that 
individuals play off of one another, and in so doing effect and change each 
others lives? 

On this premise, Phillip Taylor has written a telling story of a modern 
American phenomenon. While Hubby Watches is about swinging, or perhaps more 
properly stated, the inter-action and communication practiced by married 
couples with similar sexual appetites. 

What makes this novel different from the many written on the subject is the 
choice of characters Mr. Taylor has exposed. With marked subtlety, he had 
delved beneath the surface relationships to throw light on the mysterious 
forces that bring about such interplay. Bill Cole is an insurance adjuster; 
a profession that requires personal contact with all elements of society. 
Harlan Thompson works in that de-humanizing land of television. In bringing 
these men and their wives together, the author provides the necessary 
catalyst for exposing a growing phenomenon. 

Too often the actions of people are simply defined as bad or good, but in 
the case of the Coles and Thompsons, the author has probed much deeper. 
Their actions, we discover, come about because of personal exposure. Their 
contact with one anothers' life styles sets into motion the creation of a 
totally different value system for them to live by. Yet, the author 
unquestioningly proves, they are after all only people. And that, in 
essence, is what books are about.. .people! 

-The Publishers 


Chapter One 

The dull glow in the eastern sky changed very slowly, like the beginning of 
a ponderous explosion, muted by heavy darkness. The colors were crystalline 
and thin, penetrating from beyond the horizon as though no atmosphere was 
present. It was as if the darkness of space could be seen through the shafts 
of light, and a transformation was about to take place on the tiny world. ' 
Dawn. 

For an instant the light of a single match dominated the bedroom, and 
igniting his third cigarette since awakening, Bill Cole again settled back 
with his thoughts. He was restless as always when he awoke before sunrise, 
and he propped his pillow against the headboard to make himself more 
comfortable. Beside him in the bed and peacefully sleeping was his 
twenty-three year old wife of two years. Her back was to him, blankets 
pulled up around her neck, but her silky, long blonde hair and the white 
pillow beneath, caught the half-light that entered the window beyond the 
foot of the bed. Bill had opened the drapes wide so that the first arch of 
the yellow sun above the horizon would shine directly on her face. 

Time was creeping. Silently taking a long drag on his cigarette then 
carelessly flipping the ash in the direction of the ashtray, Bill exhaled 
the smoke like a billowing cloud above his head. His thoughts were on the 
previous evening, a night like so many others in the past two years. He had 
been anxious to make love, had approached his wife, Sarah, and had been 
rebuffed. 

At the beginning of their marriage he had tolerated her views. She had been 
a virgin, and he had assumed it was her inexperience that made her act so 
detached and tense. Her puritanical ideas had not initially been apparent, 
but after several attempts to awaken his lifeless doll, it had gradually 
become clear. Nothing was correct but what was proper, and proper was not 
Bill's idea of correct sex. Formulas and rules had no place for him, but to 
be acceptable to his wife sex was done in the dark with a minimum of 
touching. The missionary position was the only way, and that as infrequently 
as possible. 

With any other woman, he would have decided "cold fish." And that was why 
Sarah was particularly grating to his nerves. It just wasn't in her 
character, or appearance for that matter, for her to be frigid. He had not 
succeeded in warming her, but he knew the potential was there. 

At one point he had started blaming himself. He had tried to reason with 
her, attempted to explain to her how fulfilling and complete the sex act 
could be, but for that she had rejected his talk as crude and dirty. In fact 
she had almost convinced him of the notion that sex was not necessary for 
people in love. That bit of verbal dexterity by his loving wife had once 
kept him from screwing her for two solid weeks. 

If he had married her for money, or she had been repulsive to look at, he 
might have been able to ignore her Victorian thinking, but neither was the 
case. Instead, Sarah Cole was the most sexually arousing woman he had ever 
known in his life. No man in his right mind could pass her by on the street 
without taking a long lustful look, and Bill was forced to endure her 
sexuality from up close but without ever really touching her completely. It 
was infuriating. It kept him in a constant state of aggravation and waking 
early in the mornings, his cock long and stiff like a rock. 

She was a petite blonde, the sort that would make even other women give her 
a second look. 

She had a flowing way of walking that caused the fullness of her hips to 
undulate in a free manner under her dress. And above her narrow, trim waist, 
her breasts were large and exquisitely shaped. They too seemed to undulate 
and shake, suggestively when she walked. Her figure was so well formed, so 
youthfully firm, that she never wore girdles or anything more than panties, 
brassiere, and a garter belt... and it showed in her every step. 

To see Sarah in a short skirt, to see her bare, shapely legs and full 
curving thighs, was to imagine what was higher: To think of of her hips 
encased in sheer white panties and her nakedly rounded buttocks and her 
blonde pussy hair. 

Her face was pretty, with a pert snub nose and full sensuous lips, and her 
large wide-spaced blue eyes gave her a dreamy look, as if she was constantly 
ready to go to bed. Bill knew that together he and Sarah made an attractive 
couple, and he was sure their friends thought he was getting more than his 
share of loving. But the saying "appearances are deceiving" applied only too 
well in her case. 

Their twin beds were pushed together and covered with a king-sized spread 
for appearances, but getting across that tiny gap in between was entirely a 
different matter. Sarah was socially conscious, almost too much so, but her 
sexual consciousness seemed practically nonexistant. Some late evenings Bill 
would wait for her to come out of the bathroom where she would change into 
her baggy nightgown - the worst of them failing to hide her provocatively 
sensual form - and he would hold her close, pressing against her young body 
while trying to pull her into bed. But she would ward him off with words 
about mutual respect while he would look, with a dry mouth, at her taut 
little nipples protruding against the material of her night gown. And while 
she talked he would think about taking her in his arms and ripping the 
damned nightgown off and caressing and feeling her voluptuously naked body 
underneath him, all lubricious and wiggling, eager to be fucked. But 
invaribly he ended up on his side of the bed still only wanting to scream, 
"Fuck your goddamned respect!" 

In defense of Sarah, Bill was drunk on their wedding night and - horny, 
eager, - had been too rough and crude and vulgar. Men had often appeared to 
Sarah as animals, brutes, unfeeling lechers who wanted nothing more than her 
curvaceously formed body, and Bill had made her impression seem correct. His 
subsequent understanding and tolerance simply failed to undo what had 
already been done. 

But on that particular morning, while waiting for the sunrise, Bill was not 
considering his wife's feelings. Instead he was remembering all the 
frustrations and rejections he had endured, and the one the previous night 
had been the final denial he was willing to- accept. As he smoked his 
cigarette and stared at the distant horizon, his thoughts turned to plans 
and his desires to action. With the new dawn came the light, and for Bill 
Cole, came a new determination. 

He reached over and put his cigarette out as the first tiny edge of the sun 
cut into the sky. A brilliant shaft of yellow light entered the window and 
left its mark across the headboard of their bed, and then it was moving 
rapidly downward as the full intensity of the sun gradually rose above the 
horizon. Squinting, Bill stretched his muscular body in anticipation, his 
cock throbbingly erect from thinking about what he intended to do. Screw her 
adversion to visible sex! He was going to fuck her and watch his stone-hard 
cock sawing in and out of her tight little cunt while he did it! 

In a moment the rectangular pattern of bright yellow light was hitting his 
pretty wife directly in the face. She began to stir, the sun's intensity 
obviously disturbing her sleep. She rolled over, but still her head was 
bathed in the bright light. And in a moment, Sarah was pulling the blankets 
up over her head, her eyes blinking awake. 

"Oooh! Did I forget to close the drapes ... ?" she said to no one in 
particular. Her voice was soft and clear, even when first waking. "No," Bill 
answered casually. "What time is it?" she asked immediately, not really 
hearing her husband's reply. "Sunrise ..." 

"Ohh, darling ... would you mind closing the drapes?" She was trying to hide 
from the sun and hold onto the last remnants of sleep. 

"Yes... I would mind," Bill said to be sure she understood him correctly. He 
slipped down under the blankets, moving smoothly toward his wife's lushly 
ripened body. He intended to throw the blankets off later. 

"Pleaseee, Bill? Come on ... " She thought he was joking. Sunrise was much 
too early to be getting up. They could sleep for at least another hour. 

"I'm coming, Sarah ..." he whispered as he reached out to touch her. He 
intended to remove her nightgown if he had to rip it off. Though 
floorlength, the hem of the gown was bunched up around her knees, and he 
gripped the material and began to yank it impatiently upward. 

"Bill! What are you doing?" She was wide-awake now, her hands instinctively 
moving to hold her nightgown down. 

"I want you ...now!" he answered forcefully, his voice deep and loud. He 
pulled at her nightgown, raising it up around mid-thigh in spite of her 
efforts to stop him. 

"Bill, please! You want a wife you can respect, don't you? Isn't mutual 
respect the foundation of a good marriage? Isn't it?" She was struggling, 
knowing her words were falling on deaf ears. She didn't know what had come 
over her husband so suddenly. 

"No, goddamn it!" He was shouting now. "I'm going to fuck you, and in broad 
daylight!" 

It was his choice of words that frightened her most, as it gave her a funny 
sensation while at the same time seeming repulsive and vulgar. "Bill, what's 
the matter with you? You needn't speak to me that way ... pleaseee!" She 
froze as he was suddenly on top of her, pinning her helpless young form to 
the bed. There was no longer any doubt that he was serious, and she shook 
with anger and fear. She had never even been undressed in front of him in 
the light, and now he was not only removing her nightgown but intent on 
seducing her too. It was humiliating and vile! She. thought to fight and 
resist him, but she was more afraid of the possible results such action 
would bring her. Though horribly embarrassed and steaming mad, she remained 
still as he suddenly yanked her nightgown up over her head. He was 
shamefully abusing her, and he would pay for it later! 

Bill felt a new sense of power over his wife, a lewd freedom that he had 
wished for, so her limp protest was easily ignored. His heart pounded, 
muscles jerking excitedly, and his long thick penis grew harder than he 
thought possible. He was going to take her his way, and he was going to see 
it happening for the first time! 

Raising up as though to do push-ups, his hands pinning her shoulders 
violently to the bed, Bill feasted his eyes on Sarah's nakedly sensual body. 
Her round, full breasts were white and perfectly shaped, and she was 
breathing deeply so that the pinkish, crown-like tips fell down and rose up 
to almost brush against the hairs of his chest. For that brief instant, he 
didn't want to look at her face, as he knew her eyes would reveal an angry 
coldness. Instead, he glanced down at the soft blonde triangle that covered 
her pussy mound. His massively erect cock was a scant inch away from the 
tight little cunt, the tip pointing directly into the soft curls, and he 
twisted his hips, forcing her inner thighs out wider. Then he drew the 
blankets away from them with his foot. 

-Sunlight! 

The golden rays of the early morning sun penetrated between his legs to 
shine directly on her obscenely exposed pussy, and he could see the narrow 
slit, the pink flesh surrounded by glistening drops of moisture that clung 
like dew drops to the soft blonde cuntal hair. And before lowering himself 
to squirm against her alluring body, he looked into her eyes, but they were 
tightly shut. 

She was his wife. She had an obligation. And suddenly her husband was 
dominating their relationship. He was being forceful in the pursuit of what 
he wanted, and Sarah knew she could not resist him. Her arguments were 
useless now, though they had served her well in the past, and there was 
oddly no denying his sudden demands had aroused her in a tingling way she 
had never experienced before. But she was angry, and she could never admit 
it, nor let Bill see her secret excitement. It was a rude awakening, and she 
would see no pleasure in it. 

Sarah was suddenly aware of a lewd, desperate kind of energy from him, as 
his hands seemed to move over her naked young body with vibrating quickness. 
For the moment she had been more concerned with her nakedness, but her 
breath caught in her throat as his mouth closed hotly over the sensitive tip 
of one quivering breast. He was consuming her, his arms holding her tightly 
as his warm, wet tongue rolled around and around the pink flesh of her 
hardened nipple and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip sending thrilling 
spasms through her tensed body. The obscenely rippling pleasure repulsed her 
because she thought it should. "Please, Bill... this is wrong ... 
pleaseeeee!" The aroused young husband was only sampling what he had wanted 
so long, and the tenderness of her defenseless flesh in his mouth was like 
the first taste of fulfilled desire. Too many times he had been denied, and 
now with her warmly curvaceous body in his grasp he was not going to be 
stopped for anything. He was going to take all of her, hard and fast, 
ramming his lust-engorged cock into her squirming little belly until she 
begged and pleaded for his heated sperm to fill her tight hungry cunt. 

"NOOOO ... not like this ... Pleaseeee!" she cried vainly as his mouth on 
her throbbing breast seemed as if it were sucking her inside out. His teeth 
bit cruelly on the bullet-shaped nipple, leaving tiny impressions as a 
symbol of his demanding lust. She was pinned helplessly beneath his strong 
body, making movement difficult, and though she tried, she couldn't twist 
out from beneath him. Her legs were forced open wide by his knees, her 
secret parts open and vulnerable to his assault, and she felt the incredible 
hardness of his throbbing penis against her inner thigh like a hot manacing 
pole of flesh about to tear her apart. She was afraid to open her eyes, 
afraid to look upon the lust-crazed monster she envisioned so intent on 
entering her unwilling body. 

Bill ignored her vain cries of protest, refusing to give heed to anything 
but complete possession of her vibrant young pussy. He was no longer willing 
to concede to her childish notions of proper sex. He was hoping he could 
fuck some sense into her, make her realize that it was not just a duty 
performed surrepitiously in the dark. 

Running his hand up between her satin-smooth thighs, Bill felt the silkiness 
of her pubic hair, and he rammed his fingers down into the soft folds of her 
warmly pulsating cunt, seeking the tight receptacle for his rigid cock. 

The heated flesh was moist, and he parted the narrow slit with his extended 
middle finger, sliding it smoothly toward the sensitive inner depths. 

Sarah tried to clamp her long shapely legs together, wanting nothing but to 
close off any access to her private-most being, yet he had her straining 
thighs locked wide apart. A state of hopeless confusion engulfed her mind as 
she felt his fingers worming up into her naked vagina. They probed into the 
hair-lined slit, searching like tiny insects over her sensitive opening, but 
even when his fingers brushed across her budding clitoris, her fear and 
anger outweighed the bolt of electric-like pleasure that flashed through her 
body. 

Sucking voraciously on her full breast, he continued working his fingers in 
the warm fleshy softness of her cunt, and he felt her struggling cease as he 
found the moistly quivering pussy mouth. Without hesitation, he wormed his 
finger up the narrow opening, feeling the slick walls grab tightly at his 
sudden unexpected plunge. 

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh . .. Plleeaasseeeeeee!" she cried out at his cruel and 
debasing assault, but there was something else, something that was making 
her hold still for it. Perhaps it was his dominance, or her own 
vulnerability, but there was a hungry gnawing sensation deep in the pit of 
her belly that told her she was in for some strange new pleasures. His long 
finger worming up in the depths of her vagina felt oddly exciting, and for 
the moment at least, she forgot about the fact that her husband wasn't 
following her rules of proper sex. It was as if his force was permitting her 
to taste deliciously forbidden fruit, and her obligatory resistance had been 
attempted and thwarted. She was absolved of any guilt if she then felt some 
degree of pleasure, even though she thought the act debasing and perverse. 

Bill felt even more daring as he sensed his young wife's resistance falling 
away. Though he hadn't planned it, he raised his head up from her breast and 
began wiggling down her ripened body, his mouth wetly kissing her warm 
trembling flesh. He paused at the soft indentation of her navel, running his 
tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before continuing down 
toward her satiny hips. Her limp protest was replaced by an obvious lewd 
response to his touch, and he slid down over her until his face was pressed 
against her smooth white thighs. Though afraid he might disturb her erotic 
reverie, he slowly pulled his finger from her wetly clasping vagina, then 
trailed his tongue up her warm inner thigh toward her defenseless little 
pussy.' 

My God! What on earth is he doing? It felt good, too good, and Sarah 
suddenly realized that he was moving to put his mouth obscenely up against 
her naked vagina. For an instant, she imagined how it would feel; his 
tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around - maybe even inside her 
sensually dilating passage! The idea of his mouth sucking at her eagerly 
throbbing clitoris made her flesh tingle with goose-bumps, and for that 
brief moment she was almost willing to have him do it. His face drew closer 
and closer, and she could feel his warm breath caressing the moist pink 
flesh of her vagina, his mouth but inches from the tight elastic opening to 
her innermost being. 

Her splayed-out position gave him completely open access to her vagina, and 
he forced her legs out wider as he moved his tongue greedily up her inner 
thigh. When he was close, he paused to stare at the curving mound of desire, 
and he could see the moist fleshy lips that were covered by a sparse silken 
shield of blonde pussy hair. The narrow slit dividing the middle was pink, 
and he could see the hardened bud of her tiny young clitoris throbbing 
excitedly from his previous manipulation. He reached out with his hand and, 
extending two fingers, he spread the lips of her pussy wide apart to expose 
the elastic-tight opening of her cunt to his gaze. 

Sarah could feel the hot lust-secretions from her vagina flowing faster, but 
when his fingers spread, her so obscenely open, she was jolted back to 
reality, suddenly feeling vile and cheapened by her husband's close 
examination of her secret flesh. She reacted automatically, sickened by the 
thought of what she had almost allowed him to do. And another thought 
entered her mind. If she pennitted him to kiss her nakedly exposed cunt, 
what was to prevent him from thinking she would do the same disgusting thing 
to him? 

"N-N-Noooooooooooo!" 

She struggled to get control of herself, jerking her hips away from his face 
and twisting onto her smooth stomach. She wanted to hide from him; keep him 
from looking down upon her like some vile whore. 

"Gpddammmmmmmittttt!" 

Bill's lust-crazed madness was now replaced with total overwhelming anger. 
She was rejecting him again; rejecting the most intimate and tender sexual 
kiss. His cock felt heavily pounding as if it were about to burst from the 
pressure of his cum churning inside, and he had held off his fucking her 
only out of consideration. Now he was not only going to fuck her good, but 
he was intent on debasing her in the process! 

Terrified by his sudden anger, the blonde wife didn't resist when her 
husband jerked her into an animal-like kneeling position. She was still 
shaken by the strange heat throbbing in her belly, not to mention the 
depraved act she'd almost let happen, but she was quick to wonder what he 
intended to do? Her face turned red with embarrassment as she realized her 
smoothly rounded buttocks were up in the air, open and exposed to his gaze, 
lust-enraged and it occurred to her that he intended to mount her like a 
dog! It was degrading and inhuman to be subjected to such an act, she 
thought, but at the same time she couldn't ignore his anger or the heat 
burning in her belly. Everything was growing out of proportion in her naive 
mind. It was all so confusing, she could only sob silently, her face pressed 
into the mattress. 

"I said I was going to fuck you, and dammit, I meant it!" Bill growled. I 

He moved up behind her and between her parted inner thighs, forcing her to 
spread her knees out wider and wider until he had free access to her 
passion-moistened loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her like 
that, and he stared down at her helplessly naked body taking in all the 
details. Her warm-fleshed buttocks looked more enticing than ever, and he 
remembered how many times he had wanted to pull up her short skirts. Now she 
was naked, bent obscenely before him like a subservient whore, and the slope 
of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump, a tiny indentation running 
down the middle. Her blonde hair was spilling all around her head, hiding 
her face from his view, but he was sure that she was feeling more than 
humiliated by her lewd degrading position. At that moment he thought she 
deserved it, and he ran his hands hungrily down over her back, then under 
her ribs to cup her full swaying breasts. 

Feeling the soft warmth of the large twin mounds, he gave them both a 
squeeze, and an impatient twitch in his rigid cock reminded him to hurry. 
Tweaking the nipples at the tips first, he released her breasts to move his 
hands to her buttocks, and he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping 
curve of the shadowy dividing crevice, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks 
wide apart. 

"OOoooohhhhhhh ... Pleassseeeeeee!" Sarah cried, but it was hard to tell if 
her groan was from fear or sex-hungry desire. 

Bill could see the tiny pink orifice of her anus, puckered lewdly in the 
sunlight, and it excited him to a fever pitch of ungovernable desire. He 
thrust his hard throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that 
he couldn't possibly wait another minute. 

"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He spit the words at her, 
wanting Sarah to know that he meant business. 

His young blonde wife thought she should scream out, telling him to stop 
treating her like a whore, but the words he used seemed to make her nakedly 
pinioned flesh crawl with renewed excitement. The misture of fear, anger and 
passion made her react immediately to his coarse demand, in spite of having 
to compromise herself in such a debasing and vile manner. She reached back 
under her deeply swaying breasts, and groping momentarily, she found his 
hotly pulsating hardness. Sarah had rarely touched her husband's penis 
before, and then it had been only when she had no other choice. Now the 
throbbing stalk of flesh felt as though it was pumping blood through his 
entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of semen. 
She tried hard to blank out her mind, to forget what position she was in, 
but the feel of his virilely heated penis made her belly jerk with strange 
fascination. It felt bigger than she thought possible; the hard, fleshy 
column thick and long; the blunt head like a bulbous rubbery fist, and she 
was hesitant to put it against her helplessly parted vagina. Then she felt 
his hands squeezing anxiously at her ass-cheeks, and she was reminded just 
how open and exposed she was to his impatient lust. 

"Put my cock in now, damnit! Do it NOW!" he commanded again, the last 
vestiges of his reserve wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from 
climaxing all over her roundly straining buttocks as she looked so damn sexy 
in the sunlight. Her fingers wrapped coolly around his thick pulsating shaft 
as he arched his hips back to help her guide him into her moist vaginal 
lips. 

"Come on! Come on!" He squeezed her soft resilient flesh until his fingers 
left white circles on her naked skin, reminding her of the humiliating 
position he had forced her into. 

She wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by 
wanting to both hit at him and have his long hard cock inside her hungering 
belly. It was a new and odd sensation to her. Wriggling her buttocks to 
shift position slightly, she placed the lust-knotted tip of his penis 
against the soft folds of her wet vaginal opening, and she worked it like a 
lever to part the hair-lined lips that protected her vulnerable, vainly 
resisting cunt. When she had the thick head against the tight little 
opening, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he 
drove forward. Hoping it would help, she kept her grip on his long, thickly 
distended cock. Unconcerned, Bill suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing 
the head of his rigidly excited cock into her quivering vaginal depths. 

"Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sarah screamed as the hard shaft of flesh 
plundered into her defenseless little cunt like a terrible fist of steel. 
She gripped his fleshy pole tightly in her hand, hoping to restrain any 
further entry, and he did ease off, stopping when the huge blood-filled head 
of his thick cock was wrapped tightly inside the slick opening of her cuntal 
passage. She hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she 
tensed fearfully in automatic response. But it only made matters worse. 

The sensations of her tight vaginal flesh around the angrily throbbing head 
of his cock made Bill even more anxious to have the full pulsing length 
buried deep in her belly. He held back for only a second, then shoved his 
hips hard forward again, plowing further up inside the warmth of her moistly 
clinging vagina, and the thick, rubbery-like head spread the walls of her 
cunt like a bulldozer cutting through soft sand. / 

"Aaaggghhh . . . Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhh! Nnnoooooo!" she moaned as he drove his 
lewdly impaling hardness deeper and deeper up into her helpless passage. 

He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his lust-inflamed 
balls had become excruciating. He had to have the full length of his wildly 
pounding cock in her, and right away! He tried to hold back, wanting to 
drive in slowly so that she could adjust to the strange new angle, but such 
restraint took more will power than he had. His excitedly hardened penis 
throbbed and jerked from the feel of her tigjit, warm cuntal flesh 
surrounding it, and he felt he would climax before he reached bottom. In her 
anguish, she released her hold of his long hard maleness, and he was free to 
lunge totally unimpeded to her warm vaginal depths. Slamming his hips 
forward with all his pent-up igth, he shoved his invading penis brutally 
down the length of her acquiescing cuntal sheath with flesh-tearing speed, 
and he didn't stop until sperm-bloated balls smashed loudly against her 
defenselessly upturned buttocks. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddd!" She cried in confused pain as the force of 
his lunge nearly lifted her clear up off the bed. The dull thud of his 
groin- slamming flatly into her buttocks was heard even above her frightened 
shriek, and she felt her face was being driven through the mattress, the 
impact was so great. His rubbery-like cock-head was pressing hard against 
the cushiony tip of her cervix, an angry and menacing weapon out to destroy 
her. He was still for a moment, as if he was considering a reprieve, then 
after a second he suddenly flexed his long impaling cock and lurched even 
deeper up into her helplessly squirming belly. 

He couldn't wait to give her a chance to adjust to his overpowering size, 
but instead he immediately began sawing in and out of her tightly clasping 
passage. The long, hard strokes pounded deep up inside her womb, striking 
her cervix relentlessly, and she moaned rhythmically in answer. He stared 
down at her subserviently bent-over form, her naked buttocks wiggling to his 
driving rhythm, and her smooth back sloping down to the loosely scattered 
blonde hair of her twisting head. Her lush nakedness was more sensual than 
he had even imagined in the past months of darkness, and the sight made the 
rapidly gathering sperm in his balls stir with boiling fire, begging him to 
hurry and give himself the ultimate physical pleasure. 

Never having been entered from that angle, Sarah was horrified by the 
lancing depth of his penetration, and she thought she had to be split apart. 
It shocked her to the point of destroying the heated forbidden passion that 
he had brought out of her body only a few minutes before. She was simply 
being used as a receptacle for his lust-crazed madness, with no care or 
feeling or understanding. She was only a vagina to be fucked like any common 
whore. For the first time in their love-making she had been passionately 
aroused, and now she felt let down and rejected. She pressed her face into 
the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum right away and just get it over 
with. 

The excited husband rammed his long stiff cock into the tightly quivering 
cunt as his overpowering lust completely dominated his reason. He wasn't 
going to settle for any half-way fuck again! He was going to make her beg 
and plead for his hot cum; make her cry for him to pump his squirting semen 
into her belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure of it. He 
held her hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his jerking thickness deep up 
inside her hotly liquid cunt. Her pink flesh-rimmed pussy mouth was elastic 
tight around his blood-engorged cock, and when he shoved deeper up inside 
her belly, the flesh rolled smoothly inside with his pounding fury. His 
sperm-laden balls swung forward between her widespread thighs to make loud 
obscene smacks against the wet folds of her splayed-out cunt where her 
clitoris quivered responsively. Then, when he retreated, pulling his 
throbbing hardness out of the clasping pussy until only the head remained 
snug up inside the tight opening, he held there for only an instant before 
driving forcefully down the slick, clinging walls of her cunt again. He 
smacked into her soft warm buttocks so hard that her breasts swayed and 
quivered incitingly from the impact. 

"Ttooooohhhhhhh!" She moaned despite her desire to keep quiet. His steadily 
hammering penis felt like it was going to go right on past her hot cringing 
belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't ignore growing the wild 
ecstatic sensation that came so thrillingly with it. Her generously formed 
breasts swung forward and back, causing her stiffened nipples to graze 
tantilizingly across the smooth surface of the sheet, and that multiplied 
the erotically pulsating pleasure that somehow refused to go away from her 
belly. She kept telling herself over and over that she was being terribly 
debased by his crude actions, but her thoughts didn't stop the growing fires 
in the heated depths of her womb. Her clitoris was like a throbbing demon 
that wanted to be fed by his swinging balls every time he lunged into her, 
and the pleasant shocks from it seemed to dash over the clasping walls of 
her searingly excited cunt, making her feel and live with the swelling hard 
cock that drove demandingly in and out. His penis was like a vile monster 
that could only be satisfied devouring by her heated depths and would settle 
for nothing less. It was anguish and exhilarating excitement fused 
convulsively together! 

She looked back under her full firm breasts to see her nakedly vulnerable 
cunt being violated by his thick,; wetly glistening cock. He would withdraw 
unitil only the very tip of him remained inside her splayed-open vagina, and 
then would smoothly dive back down the slick channel, the iair-lined lips of 
her cunt clasping around him hungrily until she was completely filled. His 
ptibic hair was pushing into the narrow crevice of her buttocks with each 
hard lunge, and she felt a lewd tingling sensation surge to the top of her 
head. She was being plowed apart by the long hard thrusts of his rigid cock 
and now, suddenly, she could feel the joy of it building around her slow 
grinding loins. Feeling the gradual sucking motion around his pistoning 
shaft, Bill realized that he was beginning to get through to his young wife, 
and he concentrated hard to keep his boiling hot cum from finally bursting 
explosively out. He wanted to save every last drop of it until she begged, 
and yet.he knew that he would have to work rapidly if he was going to last 
much longer. Slowly at first, her shapely buttocks began to rotate in 
response to his forward surges, and to test her, he held back once. The 
undulating cheeks of her ass seemed to jump eagerly backward when he didn't 
plunge inside again right away, and it so excited him, he started 
pile-driving in and out with ever-increasing speed. God, her ass had come to 
life! She was actually fucking him back! 

He could see the smooth muscles of her firm, resilient buttocks flexing each 
time that he withdrew. It was as if she wanted to suck him back inside the 
hungry depths of her belly. Anxiously he moved his hands over the twin 
globes, placing his thumbs down into the deep molded crevice that divided 
them. Then spreading the rounded cheeks wide apart, he saw her tiny, 
brownish-pink anus puckering and grasping simultaneously with each stroke of 
his cock in her tight squeezing pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he 
worked his fingers down into the narrow hairless valley, and then placed his 
extended middle finger tip against the puckering hole. Slowly, he began to 
work it into the tight, elastic-like flesh. 

"Oooooohhhhhh .. . God .. . W-what.. . are you doing? Uuuuugggghhhhh!" She 
grunted helplessly, confused by the strange exotic sensations that slammed 
through her body. At first she lurched away from the obscene worming finger, 
but then, oddly aroused, she raised her buttocks up to take the intrusion 
down into her hot rectal passage. The tightly resisting anal muscle suddenly 
popped open to let the hard probe enter, and for an instant she felt nothing 
but searing pain. It was unnatural, lewd and indecent, but she wanted to 
feel it deep inside her! And he accommodated her forbidden desire by shoving 
his finger to the first knuckle, her small anal passage gripping it tightly, 
and as he shoved deeper into her rectum, she became adjusted to the 
unnatural invasion. 

"Oooooooohhhhh Goddd . . . Oooooohhhhh, uuuggghhh!!" She grunted and moaned 
as the turning and twisting finger drove in to the hilt, and she lurched 
back against it with obvious delight at the same moment she attempted to 
absorb more of his warmly throbbing cock. Her loins were suddenly on fire, 
voraciously hungry with heated desire. His finger plunged down hard in her 
tight anal passage, until it could go no further; she was being plundered 
now by two stiff fleshy poles. She thought she might as well act like the 
way she was being treated, and she raised her buttocks invitingly to his 
twin assault, taking both his extended middle finger and hard-driving cock 
deep up inside her grinding loins. 

With her finger tip, Bill could feel his long, pistoning cock through the 
thin wall of flesh that separated the two tightly clasping passages, and he 
wormed his finger around the hot depths of her rectum, each twist making his 
naked wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress. 

She writhed abandonly, shoving and grinding her buttocks back against the 
two impaling shafts of pleasure, her tortured backside now an inferno of 
feverish sexual arousal. She was aware that she was nearing an experience 
she had never known before. It was like a roaring acceleration toward an 
unknown combustion point, but whenever she got there, she knew it would be 
sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her seemed to pour out 
uncontrollably, as if it was someone else doing the passionate screaming. 

"Oooooohhhhh . . . Goooddddd . . . Yeeesssssssssss!" \ 

It was more than he could take. Foixthe first time in his marriage he was 
watching his bursting cock fuck into Sarah's tight young cunt, even his 
finger ramming into her puckering little anus, and it was better than he had 
imagined, her naked young body sensual, wild, as he fucked her uninhibitedly 
in broad daylight. And he had never experienced such total responsiveness in 
his wife before, as if she was actually wanting him! In spite of his efforts 
to hold back, he was suddenly insane with the lustful urge for orgasm. His 
balls felt like they were ballooning out of his bloated scrotum as his 
surging cum made the maddening dash up the length of his wildly jerking 
cock. The thick rubbery head of his penis swelled up inside her receiving 
cunt as he drove it to maximum depth, and his hot sperm burst like a shot 
from the dilated tip. He was lost then in the incredible sensuality of his 
erupting climax as the white, hot sperm geysered repeatedly into the base of 
her quivering belly. 

"Oooooooohhhhh . . . Waaaaiiiittttt... Nnnoooooooo!" 

She was enraged! Sarah had wanted finally to reach that ultimate state of 
sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that morning to be 
exasperatingly within her reach, and he was cumming too soon! The liquid 
fire pumping into her like a hot series of stabbing explosions was pleasure, 
yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. His hot sperm wasn't pushing her that 
extra tantalizing distance she needed to go before she too could feel the 
erotic heat of her own orgasmic fire. Instead, she was nothing but a 
receptacle again, a hole for his use and pleasure only, and she felt 
defeated and deflated and rejected all at once. 

Her husband continued hammering into her passion-slick cunt, pounding his 
groin hard against her naked upturned buttocks as his shooting sperm filled 
her belly with its hot stickiness. His extended middle finger remained 
buried deep in her gyrating rectum as he reveled in the climatic pleasures 
that soared through his body. He wasn't conscious of his wife's displeasure 
as she hungrily ground her sperm-filled cunt back against his hotly spewing 
shaft until the last drop of his streaming cum was fired. 

When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her still feverishly 
burning body, and she felt even more debased and degraded than she had 
before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, 
kneeling down like a bitch-dog while he rammed his big hard penis into her, 
but it was also the fact that she had become a willing partner in the act, 
even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless anus. 
It was just too vile and lewd to even think about! 

After a moment, Bill, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her tight 
anal passage, and then he rolled off her body, his deflating cock making an 
obscene whooshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled cunt. He stretched 
out beside her nakedly unsatiated body, wanting to catch his breath before 
going at it again. It had been good, but after so many frustrating months, 
it had been like a foretaste of beginning sexual enjoyment. At that moment, 
he wanted more of her sensually awakening body and as frequently as 
possible, for he was convinced that his formerly prudish wife had finally 
seen the light. 

She was still lying face down on the bed, her long blonde hair spilled 
around her head, her naked back and buttocks white and glowing in the direct 
sunlight. And he wanted to turn her over, to kiss her hard and deep, feel 
her proud young breasts pressing into his chest, and then hear her sigh with 
joy as he fucked her again. He reached out to her, but when his hand made 
contact with her heaving shoulder, she stiffened like a board. 

"You dirty rapist! Don't touch me!" she shouted, and she began to sob into 
the pillow. 

Bill was dumbstruck, jerking his hand back as if he had been about to touch 
a bare electric wire. But then he sensed his failure, and anger quickly 
followed his shock. She was still the puritanical bitch. 

"For Christ... Shit!" The dozen words he wanted to scream out stuck in his 
throat as he restrained hiniself from shaking her senseless. Once again he 
was frustrated, but all he could bring himself to do was to get off the bed. 
He stormed to the closet, pulling clothes off hangers and out of drawers, 
then carried them to the bathroom to shave and get dressed. He knew if he 
stayed in the bedroom, looking at her, he would want to hit her with his 
fists. 

In fifteen minutes he was ready, and without saying a word, he returned to 
the bedroom to find Sarah still in bed. The covers had been pulled up over 
her lovely naked body, her face still buried in the pillow. He left the 
house to go to work. 

Sarah didn't move for fear of looking her husband in the eye. She wanted 
more, the opportunity to know the erotic heights she had almost attained, 
and such thinking was shamefully vile and wrong. When Bill silently left the 
house, her belly was still on fire, and she had only succeeded in becoming 
even angrier with her husband. 

Chapter Two 

By the time Bill Cole neared his office, the sun was high and the day was 
showing signs of turning hot. But he was early and already hot, both under 
the collar and elsewhere. After parking in the insurance building garage and 
turning off the ignition, he remained in his car for a moment, waiting for 
his erection to subside. 

For the first time in his marriage he had taken the initiative and tasted a 
brief moment of success, only to then realize that he had really failed. Now 
he was angry because the near miss had destroyed the one thing that had made 
him tolerant. He felt he had lost the hope that had kept Mm trying for so 
long in his imagination, and that hope was gone once he had put his thoughts 
into action and failed. But he consoled himself thinking he might feel 
differently once his impatient hominess was forgotten. 

Other cars pulling into the garage distracted Bill from his thoughts, and he 
got out of his car to go up to his office. The claim adjuster's offices were 
only on the third floor, but the elevator ride was always slow as it stopped 
for the hordes of button pushers in the main lobby. Then he always had to 
struggle to get out of the crowded elevator before the doors closed him in 
for a round trip ride. It was a typical day. 

At the end of the hall the adjuster's secretary was holding up a file folder 
for him. 

"Good morning, Mr. Cole," she said in a polished voice that failed to hide 
her youthful exuberance. She was still new enough to the job that she 
arrived early. 

"Morning, Miss Jensen," Bill answered as his eyes feasted on her lush young 
body. He took the offered file, and as he walked on to his desk, he idly 
wondered who in the office was banging Miss Jensen? She was sexy in every 
way, her body soft and full in the right places, and she dressed to 
emphasize her sensual features, a practice that had distracted him from his 
work more than once. She had been there nearly a month, so it was almost 
certain one of the adjusters was getting into her pants. 

As he sat down at his desk and opened the file folder, Bill wondered what 
kept him from attempting to get it on with Miss Jensen? But he knew the 
reason without thinking long about it. It was a basic code he had with 
himself ever since his marriage. He had looked on outside affairs as the 
sure way of destroying a marriage. But that morning in particular, he was 
beginning to think his notion foolish. He was not being satisfied at home. 
Hell, his wife's behavior was inviting him to look elsewhere for sex! It was 
at least worth considering. 

Bill directed his attention to the papers in the file folder. Just imagining 
Miss Jensen naked was giving him an erection again, and he knew that work 
would be the only effective distraction. It was his turn to cover the road. 
The file contained eight collision or comprehensive claims from automobile 
insured clients. All were instances that required an adjuster's confirmation 
and settlement. Some of the vehicles were at garages, others at the claimant 
homes, and in every instance, Bill knew the cars belonged to important 
policy holders. These were people that held several policies with the 
company and were therefore given special treatment. It was a distinction 
among policy holders he was quick to recognize. 

Keeping in mind that out of his anger and rush to leave home that he hadn't 
eaten breakfast, he arranged the claims in a particular order and wrote out 
a schedule to leave with Miss Jensen. Then making note of the first 
claimant's address, he slipped the file folder into his briefcase and walked 
to the secretary's desk. 

"Just call the ones that are not at garages," he said to the smiling Miss 
Jensen. He knew the secretary Miss Jensen replaced would have frowned at his 
statement, but sexy Miss Jensen only nodded. He decided the first day he was 
not covering the road he would ask her out to lunch. 

He took the elevator back to the garage, and he began the long drive to the 
first place on his schedule. He had chosen it carefully. It was the 
residence of a Mrs. H. Thompson, located in a wealthy neighborhood. To keep 
from becoming bored with a generally routine job, Bill had for a long time 
been playing a guessing game with his assignments. In the case of Mrs. H. 
Thompson, he had decided it was the typical situation of the old lady 
scraping a fender on a pole. 

The report in his briefcase told him a lot about the woman, though it 
contained little personal information. He had to guess about the woman's age 
and character, but he knew that the car involved was a "Cad" and that the 
cost of repairs would be excessive. But the woman was also fully covered, 
without so much as a deductible to pay. 

The woman's address told him she was wealthy, and playing percentages, he 
thought it reasonable to assume the woman was at least middle-aged. A "Cad" 
was more commonly owned by older people. It was the type of adjustment that 
irritated him most because while the woman cpuld undoubtedly afford the 
repairs, she could also afford the best insurance. And with all the other 
policies she carried, the company would never raise her rate or drop the 
coverage. 

What made Bill pick it as the first place to go that morning was his 
stomach. He had left in such a hurry from home, he hadn't yet had breakfast 
or even coffee. And in that type of situation, he knew the old woman would 
be very anxious to make him happy. He would be offered coffee, rolls, just 
about anything, because she would also expect him to make a generous 
settlement. She would want to come out on the claim. 

Bill knew by the report that Mrs. H. Thompson's husband was still alive, but 
he figured him for an executive who would be off to work early. When he 
pulled up the long circular driveway to the English style home, Bill was 
therefore surprised to see three cars parked in the large, adjacent garage. 
Besides the sleek "Cad", there was a sporty Jensen and an Aston 

Martin. Not the kind of cars an older couple would own. 

Bill drove on up to a large parking area beyond the front entry of the 
mansion. He had to re-think his approach to the claimants, but by the time 
he'd walked to the front door, he was settled on his tough and silent 
method. The idea was to let the claimants do the talking while he looked at 
them unbelievingly. Then when he made a settlement, the people would have to 
accept it, their argument having already been made. It was the fastest way 
of getting his job done, and he now thought he would have to squeeze in time 
to stop for some food at a restaurant. But when the front door opened in 
answer to his bell ringing, he completely forgot about all his various 
approaches. 

He was momentarily blinded by a shimmering white image, but a split second 
later when his eyes adjusted to the reflected sunlight, he saw that he was 
staring at a tall, voluptuous woman dressed in a clinging, full-length gown. 
He had been totally unprepared for such an exhilarating sight. 

She looked like she had just stepped off a photographer's set where she was 
modeling dressing gowns, and he would have believed his impression but for 
her unprofessional, warm smile that radiated sexuality. Her eyes were 
brilliant pools of darkness, her nose thin and sharp, but it was her full 
red lips, ovalled in her smile that captured Bill's undivided attention. 

"You're from the insurance company," she stated in a soft, almost whispered 
voice. 

"Yes," he replied, still gaping at the image before him. 

Her strikingly pretty face was framed by shoulder length raven hair that 
curled inward around her long tapered neck, and below that was the body that 
completed the fully sensual picture. The white, floor-length dressing gown 
had large jeweled buttons running up the front, and the top two were 
unattached, leaving an expansive view of her deep globular cleavage. Her 
large breasts were so round and high that he wouldn't have believed them 
real but for the way her obviously bare nipples pressed against the cloth as 
if yearning to be free. 

;"Do come in, please," she said, and she stood back from the door to let him 
pass by. 

"I'm Bill Cole," he finally said, remembering why he was there. 

"Yes, of course ... I'm Mona Thompson, Bill." 

The way she spoke made it seem perfectly natural for them to be on a first 
name basis, even though he was there for professional reasons. Bill waited 
while she closed the front door behind him, still unable to take his eyes 
from the lust-inspiring body. The sides of her gown were slit up to her 
gently curving thighs, and as she moved the tapered length of her shapely 
legs were revealed to his gaze. Though hidden by the gown, he was quick to 
imagine her narrow waist and the round, melon shapes of her buttocks. He was 
becoming aroused all over again. 

"Your secretary called just a few minutes ago, and I'm afraid we were just 
sitting down to breakfast," Mona cooed as she again faced him. "Are you in a 
terrible hurry, or could you take time to join us?" 

Bill- suddenly realized that she had been sizing him up, and he hoped her 
suggestive smile meant that she was pleased with what she saw and not a 
response to the way he'd been looking at her. But the mention of food made 
him stop guessing long enough to answer her. "Thank you, I could use a cup 
of coffee," he said. 

"Wonderful," she replied, and she led the way into the large house. 

He had all the time in the world if it meant looking at her, Bill thought, 
and as he followed her through a tastefully furnished living room, he 
couldn't help imagining the black curls of soft pubic hair that undoubtedly 
existed up between her smooth white inner thighs. To look at her clothed in 
that gown was to inspire such thoughts, and he realized he'd have to watch 
himself, or his hardening cock would jut out from his pants like a giant 
pole. She did say we were eating breakfast! 

At the far end of the living room they passed t\\xo\ij\ a portal beyond 
which a large dining room stretched to the left. Ahead was a balcony, walled 
at one side and surrounded with exotic plants, and seated at a table there 
was apparently Mona's husband. As they stepped out into the warm morning 
air, the tall heavy figure stood up from the table and extended his hand. 
"Darling, this is Bill from the insurance company," Mona announced. 

"Harlan, Bill... Please sit down!" he said giving Bill a bone-crunching 
handshake. 

Bill felt instantly that this was no man to trifle with, and he felt guilty 
for having such thoughts about Harlan Thompson's wife. Though he was 
smiling, Bill sensed Harlan was reading Ms mind, as his eyes narrowed the 
way a lighter's would when moving in for the kill. Bill guessed him to be in 
his middle thirties, but there wasn't an inch of flab on his muscular body. 
He was dressed in a dark suit with an open collared patterned shirt, and 
Bill figured he had to be involved in the entertainment business. 

"I hope the earliness of my arrival is not inconveniencing you," Bill said 
as he sat in the offered chair. 

"Not at all. .. There's plenty of food to go around, so don't hesitate to 
dig in," Harlan said, his voice seeming now friendlier. 

Mona leaned across the table to place a fresh cup of coffee in front of 
Bill, and he had to make a conscious effort to keep from staring down the 
front of her gown." She was every bit as sexy as Sarah, and more important, 
Mona made no effort to hide her assets. She was older than his wife, 
probably early thirties, but he didn't notice the age difference in her 
physical appearance but in her maturity. And when he thanked her for the 
coffee, he took a quick glance at the deep enticing space where her gown 
drooped away from her breasts. In that brief moment he could swear he saw 
the raised nipples of her breasts. 

"I hate to spoil your breakfast witli business, but if you like, I can take 
care of the formalities now," Bill offered to keep his mind off of sex. Mona 
was again leaning across the table, this time to place a large plate of 
scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. 

"Harlan will have to leave for work, but I have nothing scheduled this 
morning ... And I don't believe you're the type of insurance man to take 
advantage of an ignorant woman!" Mona smiled as she sat down opposite Bill. 
"You can look at the car and settle all that after breakfast, Bill!" she 
added. 

Her look and tone seemed to convey the attitude that life was only fun, and 
Bill was convinced she felt the same way about sex. "That's fine with me," 
the young insurance adjuster answered, "To tell you the truth, I haven't 
eaten breakfast yet... I was planning to stop at a restaurant after settling 
your claim." He spoke toward Harlan to avoid looking at the provocative 
woman opposite him. 

"You can make up for lost time by skipping the restaurant. We're glad to 
have your company ..." Harlan said. 

Bill was grateful and surprised by their friendliness, and he began eating 
the breakfast with vigor. Besides being such a looker, Mona was also an 
excellent cook! He was willing to bet she had a knack for satisfying all of 
a man's sensual pleasures. Harlan interrupted his thoughts with a question. 

"Do you live nearby, Bill?" 

"Thousand Oaks," he answered, which by San Fernando ValJey standards was 
close except economically. It was nothing like a home in the Encino hills. 

Harlan seemed to be making small talk as he asked questions about Bill's 
job, the insurance company offices, and the commuting Bill had to do. He 
asked if Bill was from the area, and then asking the same about his wife 
Sarah, the question seemed perfectly natural. 

"Yes, she was born in the Valley... An actual native!" Bill answered, the so 
called oddity still considered such. Mona, who had been silent up to that 
point, then interrupted the men. 

"Do you carry a picture of her, Bill? Married to you I'll bet she's a real 
knock-out!" 

Bill was flattered and tried not to blush. Having an attractive woman like 
Mona infer that he was handsome did a lot for his ego. "As a matter of fact 
I do, corny as it sounds ..." he answered. He had taken the snapshot a year 
earlier and carried it because it was the only picture of Sarah he'd seen 
that conveyed her hidden sexuality. "I took this on her twenty-second 
birthday, a little over a year ago," he said, producing the picture. 

Mona looked at it and smiled openly. "I knew it! Isn't she attractive, 
darling?" she said handing the photograph to her husband. 

"You're a lucky man, Bill," Harlan stated as he eyed the picture 
appreciably. "And in my business, I see a lot of young women," he added as 
if to confirm his judgement. 

As he returned the photograph to his wallet, Bill was beginning to relax. 
"You know I guessed you to be in the entertainment business." It was a 
statement, not a question. He didn't want to appear inquisitive. 

"Don't tell me it's that obvious?" Harlan said laughing. "You're right, I 
produce programs for television. Speaking of which, I'd better get on with 
my business," he added, standing up from the table. Bill started to get up, 
but he was motioned back down. "Finish your breakfast . .. I've been asking 
so many questions, you've hardly had time to eat." He walked to Bill and 
again extended his hand. "Thank you for taking care of the car ... It's been 
a pleasure talking to you." He turned to Mona then. "Why don't you arrange 
for Bill and his lovely wife to come for dinner some evening, darling?" 

"I was thinking the same thing myself," she replied quickly. 

Bill was dumbfounded, but he managed a nod to Harlan. "Thank you... I know 
my wife would love to meet you ... And ..." He motioned around with his 
arms, "to see this magnificent house!" 

Harlan smiled, "Mona will show you around ... I must be off now." 

"See you later, darling!" Mona called after him. 

Bill was flabbergasted by the treatment he was receiving, and it was far 
beyond the routines he was often led through when claimants wanted high 
settlements for their cars. The Thompson's seemed completely sincere, and as 
he sat back to polish off the remainder of his coffee, he couldn't help 
feeling pleased and lucky to have met them. And it wasn't just the pure 
sexuality and beauty of Harlan's wife. In fact, now that he knew Harlan 
better, he felt he had to look at Mona differently. He just felt it wrong to 
think lewd thoughts about the wife of a man who'd been so nice to him. But 
then, looking at the woman across the table, he knew it would be damned 
difficult not to desire her, especially considering the way Mona was looking 
back at him. It was almost as if she was deliberately trying to entice him 
sexually. 

"The food's delicious," Bill said, again trying to keep his mind off sex. He 
had to remind himself that he was still hungry. 

"Would you care for more?" she questioned, and she only smiled in response 
to his compliment. She didn't want to rush, but she knew his mind would turn 
to his job if she didn't do something soon. "How about some more coffee? 
It's still hot... " 

"Thank you." Bill started to lift his cup to her, but she was already 
beginning to lean across the table again. Now they were alone, and he 
couldn't resist taking the opportunity this time to get a better-look down 
the front of her gown. It was loose and open wide enough to fall away from 
her full breasts, and through the narrow space between the twin round 
breasts, he thought he could see clear down to the wispy dark shadow of her 
pubic hair. She was naked beneath the dressing gown! 

The momentary glance both excited and frustrated him, and he could only hope 
it didn't show on his face. She looked made for sex, lewd, erotic, sex of 
every kind, and just being in her presence, taking in her scent, her 
radiating sensuality, made him want to have her. 

"If your time is short, why don't you bring your coffee while I show you 
around?" Mona suggested in a lilting voice. She remained standing, thereby 
leaving him no real choice but to agree. 

"Fine," he nodded, standing up from the table himself. He had hoped to spend 
more time looking at her, but he was there to make a settlement on the 
damaged car, and he thought that was what Mona was talking about. Then he 
learned he had misunderstood her. 

"With Harlan's business interests, we are required to entertain frequently, 
so we made some rather interesting modifications to the house ..." she 
purred as she slipped her hand over Bill's arm. "I'd love to hear your 
opinion of our new party room downstairs." She pointed over the edge of the 
balcony with her free hand as she led him back toward the living room and 
front entry. 

Her sudden closeness with her arm locked around his arm, but not keeping a 
formal distance, again confused and excited Bill. It wasn't until they were 
descending a stairway off the front hall that he realized she was not taking 
him to see her car. And the manner in which she moved and talked made him 
feel like he had known her for years. They were friends, and maybe even more 
than that, lovers! 

He felt dizzy, elated and warmed by her nearness, and instead of looking at 
the various rooms she referred to, he was taking her in with all of his 
senses. He felt he could melt over her, wallow in her sensuality from that 
moment to eternity. 

"And this is the new party room," Mona announced as they came to the end of 
a long corridor. 

Bill came out of his reverie long enough to glance around the large room, 
and he was oddly surprised at the feeling it gave him. It wasn't really that 
much unlike any other party room he'd seen in the past, but still, there was 
something that made it seem exciting. It was expensively and tastefully 
decorated and furnished, the walls a dark wood paneling that focused on a 
huge stone fireplace while thick wood beams separated strategically placed 
giant sofas. Here and there were live plants and scattered pillows, and the 
colors gave the room a dark, earthy feeling. One wall was lined with thinly 
draped tinted windows, and outside was a lush garden that disappeared up a 
hill side. The total effect was of warmth and comfort while somehow seeming 
wildly sinful at the same time. 

"Well? What do you think, Bill?" Mona questioned, her voice sounding soft 
and intimate. She led him further into the room and toward the fireplace. 

"I... It's .. . Hard to describe the feeling I get... It's so pleasant, and 
... Sensual!" He didn't know what made him say that! But Mona squeezed his 
arm in response, so he was glad for whatever reason. From the fireplace, he 
saw beyond a lattice partition at the far end of the room where a cozy 
well-stocked bar was located. It made the room complete. 

"You're very nice, Bill," Mona purred as she guided him toward a large brown 
sofa in front of the fireplace. "I see you get the same feeling from the 
room that I do ... But, you must experience it... Try it!" She motioned for 
him to sit down. 

He felt mildly disappointed to have her move away, but he sat on the couch, 
making himself comfortable on the firm cushion. He had almost forgotten why 
he was there. "Yes, this is very good ..." 

"Ah! But incomplete you were going to say ..." Mona suggested as she walked 
toward the bar. "I realize it's early, Bill, but you must have a drink to 
get the full effect." 

"Well, just one maybe ..." Bill answered, again reminded that he was 
supposed to be working. Yet, the idea of having a drink with an appealing 
woman like Mona, and she wearing nothing but a- revealing dressing gown, was 
impossible to resist. In fact, it set him to wondering why Mona was being so 
open and friendly? The sofa he was seated on was unlike any he'd seen 
before. It was low backed and unusually wide, and he noticed it long enough 
to easily stretch out on. It was more like a bed than a couch. Suddenly he 
was sensitive to everything around him, and a wildly exciting thought 
flashed in his head! Was it possible that Mona was planning to seduce him? 

Suddenly he found himself wondering how he should react if his assumption 
proved correct. And the anger from his earlier encounter with his wife 
returned. He had a code, a commitment to never "cheat" on his wife, but 
under the circumstances he thought it would serve Sarah right. Then there 
was Harlan Thompson. But Bill knew he could soothe his conscience over him 
if it was Mona that made the advances. How could he blame himself for being 
taken in by such a wildly beautiful woman? 

He was becoming more aroused than ever, hoping that what he guessed was in 
fact true. He stared at Mona as she returned from the bar with two glasses 
in her hands, his stiffening cock jerking with excitement. 

"Try this and see if it adds to your mood," Mona said as she handed a cool 
glass to Bill. Then she sat down beside him on the couch. 

"Thank you," he said politely while examining the greenish liquid in his 
glass. He'd never seen a drink of such a tint before. 

"Cheers!" Mona exclaimed holding out her glass. 

"Yes," he replied, clicking his glass to hers. Then he sipped from the glass 
and tasted a sweet heady flavor that suggested a kind of heavenly licorice, 
a kind of dark syrupy lewdness. "Say, that's good! What is it?" 

"A special concoction of mine," Mona laughed. "The principle ingredient is 
absinthe ..." She sounded devilish and amused. 

Bill's eyes went wide, her last word reverberating in his brain. Absinthe! 
He had heard of it and thought it was a myth. It was supposed to be an 
aphrodisiac! He swallowed, convinced now that Mona's intentions were sexual. 
"I... I thought it was illegal?" 

"It is, silly! It is!" she answered in a throaty whisper. She rolled the tip 
of her tongue around her smiling lips and casually emptied her glass. Bill 
smiled back, his heart pounding with excitement, and he followed her lead. 
He drained the glass in three large gulps and almost at once imagined he 
could feel a thick, lewd, undeniable feeling come over him. He was 
momentarily dizzy. "Wow!" he exclaimed feeling a surge of warmth within. 

"Why don't you stretch out and see how the room feels now?" Mona grinned. 
She stood so that he could lie prone on the wide sofa. 

It seemed crazy, unreal, but he did as she suggested, raising his legs and 
turning so that he was lying flat on his back. He made no effort to hide the 
hard bulge in his pants, but instead took pleasure in staring up at the sexy 
woman standing beside him. There was something exciting, something obscene 
and conspiratorial about the way she was looking at him. Even though distant 
he felt her eyes, her ovalled lips, as they seemed to be telling him 
something. God he was horny! 

He was so aroused he only partly comprehended what she said; something about 
warmth and being comfortable. Then he caught his breath as he saw her 
fingers move to the front of her gown and begin to unfasten the large, 
jeweled buttons. Gradually the smooth white flesh of her belly was exposed 
as her gown parted down the middle, and when he glimpsed the small 
indentation of her bellybutton, he was excitedly anticipating what was 
lower. But she stopped then, and like a strip teaser she slowly peeled the 
gown apart, slipping it off her sloping shoulders and baring the full, 
swelling mounds of her proud breasts. In a moment she was naked to the flare 
of her hips, more sensual in the nude than Bill had even imagined, and the 
exposure of her lower half was only a matter of releasing her loose hold of 
the gown. 

She half turned away, bending forward to let the soft material slide slowly 
over the firm, melon-shaped cheeks of her buttocks, and Bill's cock ached as 
it strained painfully against his confining pants. His eyes jumped from the 
deep, mysterious crevice dividing her rounded ass cheeks to her narrow 
waist, her proudly uplifted breasts, and back again to not miss what was 
being exposed. When the garment was just below her buttocks, giving him a 
clear view of her sleek upper thighs, she suddenly dropped the gown, letting 
it fall in a little heap Ground her ankles. And as she slowly turned to face 
him full front, Bill anxiously took in all the lust-inciting wonder of her 
lushly naked body. 

Her sloping pussy mound was as he'd guessed, a dark and silky triangular 
shield of sparse pubic hair set apart by the milk-smooth texture of her soft 
white flesh. Between her firm inner thighs he glimpsed the exciting pinkness 
of her swollen vaginal lips, and on a few of the little black curls of pussy 
hair, tiny dew-like drops of moisture sparkled in the fight from overhead. 
She was aroused, he had no doubt, but her look and actions were coolly 
casual. He wanted to reach out right then and pull her naked body to him, 
but he restrained himself, knowing that she had something especially 
pleasurable in mind. It seemed important that he, too, stayed cool. 

Being completely exposed and sensing his eyes lustfully scanning her 
voluptuous body made her even more excited, and Mona decided she couldn't 
put off getting things started another moment. Sitting down on the sofa next 
to his thighs, she studied his aroused expression, then flicked out her 
tongue to wetly moisten her full sensual tips. 

"Now this is much nicer... Don't you agree, Bill?" she questioned, but she 
didn't wait for him to reply before going on. "But you must be 
uncomfortable? .. .,111 take care of that!" 

The brunette's hands moved to the young husband's belt, unbuckling it 
expertly, and then her fingers deftly loosened the top of his pants. With 
both hands she pulled the garments down his hips, and he arched his back up 
eagerly from the sofa to make her ministrations easier. 

All that was happening made the sex-starved married man more excited than 
he'd thought humanly possible, and his already lengthening cock sprang up 
hugely erect the moment it was free of his confining pants. She seemed to 
ignore everything until his pants were pushed down below his knees, but then 
she let her fingers drift lightly up between his hairy inner thighs, making 
small scratching sensations toward the rigid pole of his wildly throbbing 
cock. 

"Mmmmmmm," she cooed appreciatively as she stared at his hard, jerking 
penis. 

"It's all very nice, I'll have to admit..." He was trying to sound casual in 
spite of his visible lewd excitement. The sensual pleasure from her 
fingertips brushing across his muscular inner thighs made his blood dash 
madly through his veins, and he spread his legs apart to the limit that his 
pants would allow. 

"Just enjoy!" she said breathlessly, and cupped the heavy sac containing his 
sperm-filled balls, caressing them like a delicate prize. 

Her touch created an electric4ike shock dancing over every frayed nerve-end 
in his body, and seeing her tongue thirstily moisten her red, ovalled lips 
made him realize what it was she intended to do. She was going to suck his 
cock, he was sure, and that salacious thought alone was enough to 
practically make him crazy with lust! It had been a long time since he'd 
experienced such obscenely erotic pleasure; before his marriage, though he'd 
wanted Sarah to do it many times. But with his prudish wife he could only 
think about it, and now, with Mona, his memory was going to be renewed. 

Bill felt suspended on needles as he watched the nakedly voluptuous older 
woman bend down over his belly, her black hair spilling down like a soft 
frame around his lust-hardened cock. With one hand she continued fondling 
his passion-swollen balls, while with her other hand she encircled and 
gently stretched his rigid flesh. Her fingernails dug lightly into the thick 
base of his.long pulsating cock as she slowly began to stroke the* loose 
foreskin up and down, their sharp edges pleasurably trailing up the 
sensitive underside to the very tip. Joining her thumb and forefinger she 
made a tight "O" just below his swollen purple head, and she ran her hand 
down all the way to the base, pressing his pubic hair ticklishly to his 
groin. Her open mouth was but scant inches from the rubbery-like head of his 
thickly erected penis, and he could feel her warm breath gently caressing 
against it. God, he thought he'd cum right in her face if she pumped her 
hand up and down one more time! 

He wondered if it was the absinthe, but he didn't really think his cock had 
ever been so big before. He could imagine thrusting his twitching hardness 
into her warm mouth, down her throat and clear to her belly as she moved her 
pretty face closer and closer to the blunt tip-end. But suddenly her tongue 
flicked out and whipped smoothly across the dilated sensitive opening at the 
tip, and his only thought was to submit to whatever forbidden pleasure she 
offered. She began to bathe his throbbing cock with her heated saliva, her 
tongue running avidly up and down its thick length on all sides, and he 
groaned in response to the overwhelming lewd sensation. The lust-expressive 
sound only seemed to spur her on to work more rapidly. 

After a moment of seemingly endless pleasure, she ceased her heated licking, 
and her full-lipped mouth began pressing over the very tip of his penis as 
if kissing it. He felt like he was de-flowering a virgin as her ovalled 
mouth slowly widened to conform with the bulbous thickness of his hard 
shaft, and at the same time she started lowering her head. It was too good 
to resist, and he jerked his hips up excitedly from the sofa, thrusting the 
head of his throbbing cock into the soft, warm cavity. Her teeth clamped 
down, nipping gently at Ins hardness, and her tongue swirled around and 
around the lust-swollen head as if trying to lick away the spongy flesh. She 
knew how to suck cock, there was no question about it, and he had already 
forgotten why he was there. 

The sight of her nakedly enticing body and her mouth around the swollen head 
of his cock was almost as stimulating as the wild sensation emanating from 
the warm-wet contact of her soft moist lips. He had to concentrate hard to 
keep from immediately ramming his long penis down her throat, and he only 
resisted the urge from fear of choking her and possibly cumming before he 
had the chance to fully enjoy the experience. 

She was still half sitting on the couch next to his hips, her nakedly 
curving torso hunched over his groin, and her full ripe breasts swaying 
slightly as she twisted her body to make her hardened pink nipples brush 
tantalizingly across his sensitized flesh. One hand was still massaging his 
cum-heavy balls, and the other gripped the thick base of his penis like she 
was holding on for balance. Her tongue swirled inside her warm mouth, 
vibrantly agitating the swollen head of his eagerly jerking cock, and then 
suddenly, she bobbed her head down, taking an unbelievable length of his 
tensing shaft into her throat. 

He caught his breath, the suddenness of her movement wracking his body with 
crazily compounding thrills, and he was almost afraid that she would 
continue without stopping, making him lose his churning load too soon. And 
when she raised her head again, his fears were realized as she bit down with 
her sharp teeth, leaving trails of white lines along his rigidly 
smooth-skinned shaft where the blood had been forced away from the surface. 
He thought he was going to explode from the powerful jolt of sensual 
pleasure that began to titillate his entire body, but he was able to fight 
off the rapturous sensation, anxiously wanting to experience the build-up as 
much as the bursting climax. 

The older woman's beautiful face bobbed up and down on his cock several 
times in rapid succession, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as she sucked 
with tremendous urgency on his near-spewing shaft, but then she seemed to 
hesitate, as if pausing to make a minor adjustment in her position. What she 
did then he hadn't expected, but he was none the less glad. 

It wasn't in the plans, but the taste, scent and feel of the stiff 
passion-crazed cock in her mouth was setting Mona's cunt on fire. The 
sucking brunette knew that she would have an orgasm if only the young 
salesman touched her pussy, and she couldn't keep from changing her 
position. She shifted on the sofa, moving so that she could straddle his 
head suggestively with her knees, and she figured he couldn't miss the 
obscene hint as her wetly throbbing pussy was only a few tempting inches 
from his mouth. Though she felt certain he would suck her when she felt his 
hard cock jerk excitedly in her mouth, she dipped her head down for added 
lewd encouragement, taking nearly the entire swollen length of his penis 
into her warm hungry throat. 

Bill's heart pumped wildly as she spread her thighs wide above him, and he 
was momentarily awe-struck by the salacious sight of her naked breathtaking 
pussy. The silky, hair-covered cuntal lips were slightly moist from her 
lubricating secretions, and the tight, pink little cuntal mouth seemed to 
flower quiveringly open for him. What she desired was more than apparent; 
and he was more than willing to accommodate her need. 

Reaching up and around her white firm thighs, he placed his hands just below 
the enticing half-moons of her rounded buttocks, and he spread the soft 
pussy flesh wide apart as he pulled her heated cunt down toward his face. 
There was no time to waste teasing her, as he felt her frenzied sucking of 
his plunging, blood-filled cock was going to reach a spectacular end soon. 
The moment it was within reach, he snaked his tongue sharply out at the 
inviting hair-lined slit, driving directly toward the hardened 
sensation-filled bud of her excitedly pulsating clitoris. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned around his deep ramming penis, and she began to saw 
up and down more voraciously on the rigid, bone hard shaft. 

The first pungent taste of the voluptuous older woman's pussy was all the 
encouragement the young husband needed to go further, and he lustfully 
whipped her small erect clitoris with his tongue again and again, evoking 
more grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat. Then running his tongue 
down the narrow pink valley like a wedge, he reached the tight elastic 
orifice of her vagina and circled it wetly several times. It drove her 
crazy, as she wiggled her buttocks around as if trying to capture his tongue 
with her spasming cuntal muscle, and it so pleased him that he continued the 
tease until he thought she was going to scream. But he wanted her to cum 
when he did, and her oral fucking of his cock was driving him insane with 
passion too, so he thrust his tongue into her heated passage, stretching it 
out as far as he possil ly could. The scent, feel and taste was overwheln 
ing his senses and making him even more engrossed in the passionate woman 
hovering above him, and he fucked his tongue obscenely in and out of the 
heatedly moistened vagina with renewed urgency. 

The quick, stabbing sensations churning in the producer's wife's belly and 
pussy made her wild with sexual frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward 
climax at breakneck speed. She just had to cum with his warmly throbbing 
cock thrusting in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating from the sudden semen 
filling explosion of his own mighty orgasm. She had to taste his hot cum, to 
suck his blood-filled cock until he was dry to the balls. His tongue seemed 
to unravel to tremendous length in her sizzling cunt, then pull back again 
like a lapping dog in smooth heated strokes. She ground her wide open pussy 
down against his wildly sucking mouth, thrilling in the joyous pleasures 
that grew with each quick thrust of his long tongue. 

Bill could feel the sensitive tip of his throbbing cock flow along the inner 
roof of her warm mouth as she sucked harder and harder on his rock-hard 
shaft, and a low involuntary moan began to build deep in his chest. The hand 
and fingers massaging his cum-weighted balls were suddenly moving up between 
his thighs, the long middle finger pressing into the crevice of his buttocks 
to make contact with his sensitive anus. He hadn't expected the tremendous 
forbidden sensation that followed, and for a moment he was so stunned by its 
sheer intensity that he stopped the delicious tongueing of her warm cunt. 

With all of her fabulous manipulations, he-knew he couldn't hold back his 
building climax much longer, so he started sucking at her vagina like hers 
was the last cunt on earth. The tight little orifice flowered open wider, 
her secretions running passionately down her inner thighs and his chin while 
he flicked his tongue in and around her stretched vaginal hole. And 
mimicking her actions, he dug his fingers into her firm-fleshed buttocks, 
seeking the tiny hidden opening of her small puckered anus. He found the 
tight muscular ring with his outstretched middle finger, and he screwed it 
slowly into the tight opening, forcing his finger up her hot little anal 
passage all the way to the second knuckle. She moaned around his stiffened 
ramrod cock, and the spasms in her violently trembling body told him she was 
about to attain her orgasm. 

With a finger shoved deep in her narrow rectum while a lapping tongue drove 
maddeningly up her clasping cunt, Mona Thompson felt like she would burst 
apart. She sucked harder on the wildly throbbing cock in her warm hollowing 
mouth, and she clenched him with her soft, resilient thighs, snaking her 
heels against his shoulders while rubbing her palpitating pussy down against 
his face. His tongue seared her cuntal hole, and she pulled savagely on his 
rigid penis with ever-increasing speed as she felt her orgasm begin. 

Her entire body quivered wildly over his face as she began to twist and 
wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like she was trying to 
chew it off. The pungent secretions of her heated cunt flowed, and she 
arched her back and bucked wildly as her climax gripped her uncontrollably. 

It drove Bill crazy with lust. He sucked at the warm lubricating fluid as it 
ran from her orgasming cunt in glistening drops, some spreading in a sticky 
warmth over his face and cheeks as she grunted out her orgasm. And he could 
no longer contain his own climax. 

He felt the exhilarating rush of his white hot semen as it burst up from lus 
balls. He heard desperate sucking sounds as she suddenly thrust her 
receiving mouth down over his long erupting cock, taking the entire wildly 
jerking length in her throat as the first spurt of his heated sperm shot 
forcefully from the swollen tip. 

The beautiful brunette's head bobbed furiously over his ejaculating penis as 
she sucked the hot shooting jets of his cum into her throat and belly, and 
he jerked and groaned from beneath her, angling still deeper into her warm 
swirling mouth. He felt as if he had been saving up his cum for a month, the 
sensation of his orgasm focusing his entire mind and body into Mona 
Thompson's mouth. 

His hotly spewing cock enlarged with spasms of his ejaculation, and the 
older woman's Adam's apple jumped up and down in its fevered effort to keep 
up with the gushing stream squirting without interruption into her throat. 
The kneeling brunette kept her lips tightly ovalled around the thick shaft, 
anxious not to loose one single precious drop of his pungent male cum, and 
she twirled her tongue as she gulped greedily at the endless torrent of cum 
that pumped into her open mouth. 

Bill moaned ecstatically up into the wetly convulsing cunt against his mouth 
while each spasmodic burst of white hot liquid from his jerking cock sent 
vibrant thrills flashing through his entire body. Unconsciously, he rammed 
his extended middle finger in and out of the producer's wife's tight little 
anus as if answering the great pleasure he was having. She was sucking him 
inside out, and when the last spurt of semen shot from his now deflating 
shaft, he felt totally drained. 

She was still see-sawing and grinding against his stabbing tongue, and she 
continued licking at his now shrinking cock until every bit of the 
glistening cum was gone. Then finally, she raised her head, and his slick, 
satiated penis slid from her parting lips with a wet, sucking sound. 

The naked married woman purred contentedly and looked back at him between 
her full, swaying breasts. He was about to speak, to stab his tongue once 
more into her smooth liquid pussy, when suddenly he sensed the world coming 
apart. 

Chapter Three 

Harlan Thompson could hardly keep from laughing as he left the company of 
his wife and Bill. It was certainly a pleasant enough day from the nice 
weather, but now it seemed like it would be more than just pleasant. 

It tickled him the way his and Mona's conversation could seem so innocent on 
the surface, yet some of the things they each said was like a code between 
them. As he descended the stairs off the main entry he chuckled openly, 
knowing that he couldn't be heard from the porch off the dining room. 

He had learned of Mona's interest when she spoke of his having to go to work 
and then telling Bill that she had nothing scheduled that morning. The truth 
was certainly another matter. Having just completed a production, Harlan had 
taken the week off for relaxation, and he had no intention of going anywhere 
that morning. Her statement had merely been Mona's way of letting him know 
that she considered Bill a good possibility. 

That fact had given Harlan reason to direct the conversation onto a more 
personal level, and thanks to Mona's attentiveness, he'd had the chance to 
see a picture of Bill's wife. What he saw in the picture excited him, and it 
was for that reason that he then excused himself to supposedly go to work. 
His suggestion that the Coles be invited to dinner was simply a way of 
making certain that Mona understood his agreement. And when she said she'd 
see him later, he knew exactly what plan his wife had in mind. 

At the bottom of the stairs, Harlan turned off to the first room on the 
left. It was his room, a place he'd worked on himself, though he'd had some 
help from a technician in his production company. The room was small, but 
adequate for its purpose. 

Locking the door behind him, Harlan immediately went to the master switch to 
warm-up the equipment. He liked the appearance of the little red indicator 
lights as they blinked on, and after giving the equipment a quick lookover 
to be satisfied all was in order, he turned his attention to loading a fresh 
tape on the video-recorder. Knowing his wife, she wouldn't be wasting time 
getting Bill down to the "entertainment" room. 

With the tape on the machine, he redirected his attention to the control 
panel, switching on the "shot-gun" pick-up for the primary area and turning 
up the audio monitor. He decided it would be best to have the over-heads on 
before Mona brought Bill into the room, so he also flicked on the remote 
lighting switch. 

Satisfied that enough time had elapsed for proper warm-up, Harlan made the 
final preparations. It would be a two-camera production as that was the 
extent of available cameras in the primary area, but for coverage of the 
brown couch they were more than adequate. The hidden color television 
cameras were concealed in artificial stone around the fireplace, and both 
could be remotely panned just enough to take in the entire couch. They were 
also equipped with vari-focal length lenses so that they could take in an 
area as small as six inches square. It was the most expensive part of 
Harlan's set-up. 

His video recorder was not broadcast standard, but it was perfectly suited 
to his needs. He flicked the switches that controlled the. two cameras until 
he had just what he wanted on his video monitors, and satisfied, he sat down 
to wait. He was rather proud of his collection of video-tapes, all of which 
had been made by himself since getting his recording set-up! Some of the 
tapes were purely for entertainment, while others had been made with an 
additional purpose in mind. If someone needed encouragement to participate 
in their group activities, a secretly recorded tape usually did the trick. 
Oddly enough, in his and Mona's experience it was rarely necessary to even 
make the fact of the tape known. With either himself or Mona, most of their 
recruits needed no other "invitation". 

His wife's voice coming in over the audio monitor brought the television 
producer to his feet. As he had suspected, she wasn't wasting any time. He 
got a kick out of the way she varied her technique of seduction with each 
potential new member, so he turned up the volume to not miss anything said. 
In a moment Bill was sitting on the brown couch waiting for a drink, and 
Harlan had both cameras centered on him. Keeping his hand on the switch that 
would start the video-recorder, he continued adjusting the cameras with the 
remote controls as Mona returned to the couch where Bill was waiting. It was 
the absinthe, of course! 

Their conversation about the drink was fascinating, but Harlan waited to 
turn on the recorder until a more visual move was made. In a matter of 
seconds it seemed, Mona was suggesting Bill stretch out on the couch while 
she stood up and slowly began to remove her gown. Harlan quickly zoomed 
camera one back to a full shot that included his wife and Bill, and then 
switching that picture to the main channel, he started the recorder. 

Even under such unusual circumstances, he couldn't help feeling excited at 
seeing his voluptuous wife strip naked, and his eyes feasted on the sensual 
details of her well rounded body as he trained the second camera in close. 
He still marveled at the resilient firmness of her ripely swelling breasts 
and the way they held their magnificent shape in spite of their large size. 
They were proud and closely set, leaving the narrowest of valleys running 
between their incredible smooth whiteness. He recognized this as at least 
part of the reason she had been so successful as a model before he-saw and 
married her" 

Harlan was amused every time he realized that she hadn't changed at all in 
the six years of their marriage, and at any time she could go back to work 
for the photographers, even though she was thirty-one. When he first met 
her, a nude picture in her model's portfolio had aroused him, and he had 
been particularly excited to discover later that the photograph did not do 
her magnificently formed body justice. He had thought at times that was why 
he'd married her so quickly after getting her into the sack, but as things 
turned out they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way. 

If he wasn't such a lecherous bastard she would certainly be enough for him, 
but then too, it had been pleasing to discover that she also liked 
occasional outside activities. They were both talented at finding the right 
friends, and therefore, able to keep things on a simple physical basis with 
other partners. Time and again their mutual experiences had proved to be 
stimulating assurances of their continuing compatibility. And what Mona was 
doing at that moment to the insurance adjuster in the party room, only 
inflamed Harlan's obscene notions of how he would handle Bill's sexy wife. 

Mona was completely naked now, sitting next to the prone insurance man on 
the couch while her fingers deftly unfastened his belt. Harlan set camera 
one on a close-up of Bill's face while camera two was zeroed in on the area 
of his groin, and he switched back and forth between the two pictures to 
record response as Bill's rapidly stiffening cock sprang free. Harlan 
laughed out loud, hoping in some ways that he would have to use the tape 
with Bill's wife. 

As his wife bent down to fondle the young husband's excitedly throbbing 
cock, Harlan became more interested in what he was seeing than in how it was 
being recorded. His own monstrously thick cock twitched in his pants as it 
began to harden. He knew only too well how expertly his wife could suck 
cock, and watching her do it to another man increased his appreciation of 
her talent. It took a conscious effort for him to remember to switch to the 
camera covering Bill's reaction as his young brunette wife's mouth parted 
over the thick rubbery head of the -insurance man's rigidly pulsating cock. 

In a moment the former model's head was bobbing up and down, cheeks 
hollowing ^nd bloating as she sucked hungrily on the long glistening shaft, 
and young Bill's expression showed strained surprise, as if resisting the 
tremendous pleasure she was giving. Harlan tightened in the cameras for more 
detailed close-ups, himself becoming more voyeuristically aroused by the 
minute. He knew how his wife would twirl her tongue as she bobbed and 
sucked, salaciously whipping the erect penis into explosive submission. And 
he recognized her own growing lewd arousal by the way she was lasciviously 
grinding her rounded buttocks against the couch. He wasn't surprised when 
she suddenly moved up to nakedly straddle the insurance man's face. 

He zeroed a camera in on his wife's wetly glistening pussy just in time to 
catch a clear shot of Bill's tongue darting irresistibly into the soft 
hair-lined cuntal folds. Her erect little clitoris seemed to quiver in 
throbbing response to the obscene oral tonguing, and the shotgun mike picked 
up her moan of ecstacy. The handsome younger man reacted to her show of 
pleasure by slicing his tongue deeply into her pink furrow, circling and 
teasing the tight elastic-rimmed mouth of her hotly glistening cunt. They 
were in a perfect position to make a highly arousing picture. 

In one camera Harlan had a shot of his wife's face, her mouth tightly drawn 
around the thick inflamed shaft of Bill's jerking cock, and in the other 
camera was a picture of her wide-splayed cunt, grinding deliriously over the 
insurance man's deep fucking tongue. He switched from one picture to the 
other, back and forth as their heated lusting for each others aroused 
genitals became more and more furious, each orally fucking the other in a 
lewdly primitive sexual dance. 

It couldn't have been better if he'd staged it!, A classic sixty-nine 
recorded on video-tape to be re-played whenever he desired! And Harlan again 
thought about the end result of the sexual act going on in front of his 
eyes. He could hardly wait for the chance to get his hands on Bill's young, 
blonde wife, and when he did he would give it to her in such a way that she 
would never forget it. 

Harlan realized that Jie would have to begin to prepare himself as the oral 
coupling of his curvaceous wife and the insurance adjuster was definitely 
nearing climax. It would hardly do any good to walk into the other room with 
a huge straining bulge in his pants while playing the role of the offended 
husband. He tried to remain objectively uninvolved in the actions occurring 
on the two television screens before him though it was difficult at best. 
Bill now had jammed his extended middle finger into the puckered little 
orifice of Mona's anus, and that combined with the effects of his deep, wet 
tonguing was bringing her rapidly to climax. She was wantonly grinding her 
heated loins against his probing tongue and finger, her body quivering and 
jerking ecstatically as she sucked and bobbed on the huge throbbing cock in 
her warm-wet mouth. Lines clearly showed on the blood-filled shaft where her 
teeth nipped and pulled against the spongy flesh, and the entire rigid 
column glistened wetly from her warm saliva. Her hand was beneath him, 
between his parted inner thighs, and her fingers were obviously probing at 
his rectum. Then she was moaning and shrieking she took nearly his full 
throbbing length into her throat, and her body convulsed violently with her 
climax. 

Bill was groaning his lust into the orgasming brunette's gyrating pussy as 
he too reached the ultimate heights of ecstacy. His hips arched up from the 
couch, driving his near-bursting cock into her warm accommodating throat, 
and her Adam's apple jumped up and down as she gulped in his rapidly 
shooting sperm. 

The scene was perfect, and the woman's husband kept the recorder going, 
anxious to get all of the climax on tape. He stood up, finger ready to turn 
off the master switch. And when Bill's limp cock finally slipped from Moan's 
warm mouth, Harlan made his move. He rushed out of the small room and down 
the hall, wanting to burst in on them while Bill's finger was still pushed 
in Harlan's wife's greedily clasping anus. 

Chapter Four 

The hurried footsteps were the only brief warning of possible danger, and 
glancing up from between Thompson's wife's milky smooth thighs, Bill felt as 
if his heart leaped into his throat. Harlan Thompson stood there above them, 
staring down like a menacing giant. 

It was the most horrifying predicament in which he'd ever been in in his 
entire life. He was speechless, unable to think of any way he could possibly 
explain his position. There he was, trapped on the couch with his face mere 
inches from the television producer's wife's wetly glistening cunt, his 
finger jammed in her tightly clenched anus, and her husband staring 
murderously down at him! What could he say that would be significant? 

"Ohhh, Godddddddd," Bill moaned, his helplessness totally overwhelming him. 
He expected Harlan to murder him, and in a way he couldn't blame him. But 
the feeling quickly died when Harlan finally spoke up. 

"You waste no time making yourself right at home I see!" Harlan had a hard 
time keeping a straight face on seeing Bill's terrorized reaction to 
discovery. It had so shocked the younger man that he had been unable to 
move, and his finger was still buried in Mona's tiny clamping anus. Harlan 
was only sorry he didn't have that on tape too. 

Concealing a wide grin, Mona finally jerked forward and away from the 
prostrate insurance adjuster. "Oh, dear," she said, trying to force concern 
in her voice. She stood up beside the couch, but she made no effort to cover 
her nakedly ripened body. 

Bill was* still getting over his initial shock, but gradually -: he became 
aware of the lacking tension. He would have expected nervousness, shaking 
anger at the very least, but outside of Harlan's serious expression, 
calmness strangely prevailed. Why wasn't Moan sobbing and begging her 
husband for forgiveness? Why wasn't Harlan lashing out with clenched fists? 
It was all' too unreal! 

"I'm sorry," Bill whispered, having finally found his voice. He swallowed 
uneasily and sat up to pull his pants back on, still expecting some kind of 
reprisal from Harlan, but hoping he could silently exit the house without 
delay. 

"You didn't enjoy it?" Harlan questioned with obvious sarcasm. 

Bill couldn't believe his ears. How could a man make tight of another man's 
affair with his own wife? But then he remembered that Harlan was supposed to 
have left for work, and if he in fact hadn't or had suddenly returned, his 
timing was unusually precise. Bill looked up at the man and woman standing 
beside him to detect the fact that there was something planned between mem. 

"You knew what was happening in here?" Bill half questioned, half 
challenged, the tall television producer. 

"You didn't answer my question!" Harlan countered, a hint of toughness in 
his voice. . 

BiD felt some of his confidence returning. "I'd think you'd be a little 
angry with your wife ... I mean I didn't exactly rape her__Of course, I 
enjoyed-it!" He didn't want to press his luck. 

*Then why be sorry," Harlan said simply, and he put his arm around his naked 
wife's shapely body. His statement had obviously rendered the insurance man 
speechless again, so he decided to explain further. "Mona is attracted to 
you physically, so I have no objection to her satisfying her desires. It was 
apparent you weren't put off by her." 

"God, was I that obvious?" Bill said, and he was now in awe of the man's 
liberal attitude. He wasn't so sure he could be that understanding of his 
own wife, not that he would ever have a reason to. 

Harlan went on, "Of course, by the same token, Mona is concerned about my 
desires. We find that certain group arrangements, outside activities as it 
were, enrich our own -relationship." He saw by Bill's questioning look that 
he wasn't yet getting through. He decided to be more direct. "Your wife is 
-appealing to me!" 

Bill stood up now to finish tucking in his shirt, and he looked from Harlan 
to Mona and back again. It was all suddenly clear just what the attractive 
couple had in mind, and though the joke was esoteric, he couldn't keep from 
laughing out loud. 

"Let us in on it," Mona suggested, undaunted by the insurance adjuster's 
raucous laughter. 

Bill sat down again, feeling a bit silly for having momentarily lost control 
of himself, but the idea of what they were suggesting had struck his funny 
bone. Now he felt compelled to explain. "I'm sorry, but I think there's 
something you don't understand." 

Mona too sat down on the couch, her expression conveying seriousness despite 
her nakedness. "Yes?" 

"Let me get this straight," Bill said. "What you are suggesting is that I 
bring my wife around" to, ahh, balance out the entertainment..." He suddenly 
realized that what he was about to say wasn't so funny after all, and his 
tone became more serious. "What you don't understand is that for me to have 
sex with my wife, I practically have to rape her... She's very up-tight and 
puritanical when it comes to sex!" He remembered how it had been that 
morning and began to feel sorry for himself. He looked from Mona to Harlan, 
"So you see I don't believe you would find her all that appealing!" At the 
moment, of course, Bill was not even considering how he would feel about 
sharing his wife with another man. The idea of Sarah agreeing to such an 
arrangement seemed so impossibly remote, that thinking beyond that was a 
waste of time. Yet it unnerved him a little when Harlan and Mona only 
grinned in response to his statement. 

"Suppose you let me be the judge of that," Harlan said after a moment. 

"I get the feeling you think I'm being less than truthful, but I'm quite 
serious about Sarah's attitude!" Bill said emphatically. 

"I am not calling you a liar! On the contrary, I'm merely suggesting that 
other activities might help Sarah see the light..." Harlan knew at that 
moment no further pushing would be necessary. He almost felt sorry that the 
tape would not be needed, but in a relationship like theirs, a willing 
husband was far better than a forced one. And he could see by the gleam in 
Bill's eyes that he was willing to try anything. 

"If what you're saying were true, I think I'd be very grateful," Bill found 
himself replying. Earlier he had just about given us hope with Sarah, but 
now a possible solution to his problem was presented. It was a method that 
he never would have considered before, but after meeting the Thompsons, 
particularly Mona, it almost seemed like his only hope. He didn't know how 
or if the Thompsons could do it, but since they were obviously willing to 
make the attempt, he thought he should, too. It never entered his mind that 
they could blackmail him into agreeing. 

"You won't be disappointed, Bill, of that I am sure," Mona said, her voice 
deep and sexy. 

And Bill looked at the woman next to him, her lush, sensual body but inches 
away, and he began to think of all the exciting things he would experience 
in her company. No, the offer was too tempting to refuse, in spite of his 
inherent reservations about sharing his wife! 

"Well, what do you say? Is it agreed then?" Harlan questioned. 

Bill stood up and shook Harlan's hand as if having just concluded a sale. 
"Agreed," he said, drawing in a deep breath of relief. He felt as if he'd 
completed negotiations for a business deal, and he was suddenly reminded of 
his reason for being there. "Good grief! I'd better get to work or I won't 
have a job!" 

"I suppose we have provided you with a few distractions this morning," 
Harlan commented wryly. "Come on, I'll show you the car." 

Bill took one more look at Mona, wanting to keep a clear impression of her 
seductive body in his mind, and he nodded and smiled, then turned to follow 
her husband. 

"See you soon," Mona called after him, and he couldn't help thinking the 
sooner the better! Harlan led the way to the garage, and while Bill surveyed 
the damaged automobile, he made note of Bill's address and phone number. 
Having seen Sarah's picture, he too was anxious to arrange a get-together. 

Bill was exceedingly generous in his estimate of the damages, though he felt 
no obligation to do so, and once the necessary papers were filled out and 
signed, he had only one question to ask. 

"I presume you have a plan for a future meeting." 

"Yes?" 

"Well, I was wondering how you intend to set it up? I mean, my wife can be 
highly suspicious of even an innocent advance- r-.. " Bill explained as they 
walked to his car. Harlan patted him on the shoulder as he got in. 

"Yes, well don't worry... We have experience in dealing with such matters!" 

Harlan was reassuring, and Bill wished he could be so confident when it came 
to sex with his own wife. "See you soon then," he called out the car window. 

"Count on it!" the tall producer replied. 

Chapter Hvi 

He had to hurry to get through the remaining claim adjustments that.day, so 
Bill Cole was far too busy to even wonder about the events of the morning. 
Work was an effective distraction, though a lingering satisfaction kept Mona 
Thompson in the back of his mind. 

For the first time since starting work for the insurance company, Bill did 
not bother to use any of his devices while making settlements. Getting the 
work done and getting home was of primary importance, so he was overly 
generous on every adjustment just to avoid any arguments and thus delays. Of 
course, in one or two instances the claimants still tried to be difficult, 
and Bill even surprised himself by simply smiling and adjusting higher. The 
day grew unusually hot as the afternoon wore on, but Bill coolly played out 
his gregarious role right to the last claimant He was in no mood to haggle. 

It wasn't until he pulled up to his home that he became unsettled. The 
happenings since sunrise were like vivid pictures flashing in his brain as 
he stepped out of his car and walked with decreasing speed to the front 
door. He was nearly an hour later than, usual, but that could be passed off 
with a comment about freeway accidents. Even his forceful handling of his 
wife that morning could be coped with by acting remorseful and sorry. And he 
knew that Mona 

Thompson's lipstick was not on his collar, so that incident would not 
blatantly reveal itself as long as he kept it off his face. What disturbed 

Bill as he walked into his house was none of those things, but creeping 
second thoughts about his agreement with the Thompsons were making him feel 
none too good. He tried to still the notions by reminding himself of Sarah's 
puritanical views and the frustrations he'd endured as a result. But his ego 
got in the way momentarily, still wanting to believe that he could somehow 
overpower and conquer her resistance. And he was reminded of his code, the 
code he had broken that morning with the help of Mona. He had been caught in 
a moment of weakness, but was that reason enough to let his wife be seduced 
by a stranger? 

Bill began to feel the heat of the early evening as he walked down the hall 
toward the kitchen. 

The sounds of dinner preparation echoed in his head, confusing him more, and 
he wasn't at all sure he could mask the torment he felt when he entered the 
brightly lighted room. But the icy look his beautiful young wife gave him 
the moment he confronted her chased all of his second thoughts away. 

"May I come in?" Bill questioned, ready to play out the remorseful husband. 

"It's your home," Sarah answered coolly then turned to face the stove. 

He was ready to handle her anger now as he stared at her shapely backside. 
If anything she was even more beautiful than Mona Thompson, and he was quick 
to imagine her kneeling before Harlan with her mouth clasped tight around 
his thickly pulsating cock. She would be subjugated before him, humiliated, 
and Bill knew he would enjoy watching it all happen. In the meantime he had 
to get her over her anger. 

"I'm sorry," he said in a half whisper. "I've been running a little late 
today, too." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, as if implying a 
terrible reason, but in truth she felt uncomfortable and guilty when hearing 
her husband apologize, even when she felt he should. Shortly after Bill had 
left for work that morning, she had subconsciously begun to feel inadequate 
as a wife, and that feeling was now making her feel guilt. 

Bill spoke louder. "I couldn't help the accident that tied up the freeway, 
but I think you know I'm apologizing for my, ugh, actions this morning. I 
was a brute and a clod! It won't happen again ... I promise, darling." 

Sarah turned to face him, her eyes slightly moist, but she could only nod 
acceptance. "Dinner will be ready in a minute if you want to go wash up 
first..." 

He thought to move for her, to take her in his arms and kiss her gratefully 
on the lips, but he knew better than to try such a display at that moment. 
He only smiled humbly and silently left the kitchen. 

It was looking at his reflection in the mirror over the bathroom sink that 
brought on the doubt again. The forced seduction of his wife that morning 
was ironed out, and he could tell by the scent in the air that Sarah had 
even prepared his favorite dinner. Her acceptance of his apology was subtle, 
but it was none the less real and he felt somehow relieved of a burden. What 
seemed unreal now was the scene that had been played out in the Thompson's 
house, and his subsequent agreement with them was beginning to weigh heavily 
on his mind. 

Sarah was so unlike Mona, he just couldn't imagine finding them together 
under any circumstances. They were both physically attractive, but from 
there the similarities ended. Mona was blatantly seductive and aggressive, 
so much so that Sarah was virginal and naive by comparison. The idea of 
taking his wife into the Thompson home simply seemed impossible. Their 
intentions would have to be apparent from the start, and he knew Sarah 
wouldn't put up with it. It was crazy and unreal, that's all there was to 
it! 

But yet another question lingered in his mind. He splashed cold water on his 
face in an attempt to clear his mind to think. Could he ever again enjoy the 
kind of sex he might now expect from Sarah? The two of them alone and in 
bed, the lights out, Sarah stiff and undemonstrative, and the whole thing 
over almost before it began? Or maybe she would use his forced seduction 
that morning as an excuse to cut him off almost entirely? Sex once a month 
whether he needed it or not! 

He toweled himself as if trying to rub out the confusion in his brain. One 
moment he found himself wanting to do an obscene thing and deliver his wife 
up as some kind of lewd sacrifice; the next moment he found himself revolted 
by his desires and thoughts and the whole idea of doing such a thing. A man 
just didn't act that way toward his wife, the woman that he loved. He headed 
back toward the kitchen and made a decision. In spite of the fact that he 
wanted to go back to the Thompson's house, participate in all the sexual 
pleasures that Mona could offer, he would delay, somehow stall off bringing 
his wife to meet them. 

"Come sit down ... Your dinner is already on the table," Sarah announced as 
he entered the kitchen. 

"And it smells great too!" Bill answered. He intended to keep the 
compliments flowing all through dinner, and then, maybe by bedtime, she 
would be willing to make up with him in the most positive way. He sat down 
at the dining table and politely waited until Sarah was seated too. He was 
hungry, ravenously, his hurried lunch having come out of a machine, and he 
dug into his food, his mind momentarily at ease. 

"Tell me about the people you met today," Sarah said between bites. 

Bill assumed she was making small talk, and swallowing his food, he glanced 
across the table and smiled. "Oh, no one unusual... Routine stuff mostly 
..." He didn't want to let the conversation remain on that subject, so he 
shrugged his shoulders to complete his sentence. 

"I mean the Thompsons..." Sarah continued, her tone casual and soft. 

My God! They sure don 7 waste any time! Bill was hardly able to keep his 
expression unchanged. He again looked up at his wife, wondering how much she 
knew? She was smiling, a hint of devilishness in her eyes, and to cover his 
surprise he answered quickly. "Oh^ yes! Nice couple . . .He's a television 
producer... Beautiful home in Encino!" He took a bite of food to interrupt 
himself for a moment, to give himself a chance to think. Obviously Mona or 
Harlan had already called, and talked to Sarah. The thought gave Bill a 
tightening sensation in his stomach, and he felt sweat begin to break out on 
his forehead. He wondered if he should blurt it all out, tell Sarah the 
truth and hope that she would forgive his indiscretion. But as he swallowed 
the bite of food with difficulty, all he could do was continue his innocent 
act. "How is it that you know the Thompson's? I only met them this morning!" 

The corners of Sarah's pouty lips curved upward. "Mona Thompson called me 
this afternoon..." Her semi-frown returned again momentarily. "At first I 
was in no mood to talk to anyone..." 

Nothing more needed to be said on that point, and Bill wished she'd get on 
with her explanation. He couldn't get over his shocked surprise that Mona 
would contact them so soon, and he was wondering why she had obviously 
chosen a time that he wouldn't be there? He felt like a guilty man about to 
face his accuser. 

"She told me how you met..." Sarah went on, her pauses ended by a swallow. 
Then she suddenly stated matter-of-factly, "Well I think it's wonderful that 
you've met successful people who are so much like us!" 

To Bill's further surprise, Sarah was actually sounding pleased with him. 
After what he'd done to her that morning, such a response seemed impossible. 
He stuck some more food in his mouth, unable to manage a reply. 

"1 hope you don't mind, but Mona sounded so nice ... And she said she had 
mentioned it to you... So I accepted her invitation for Friday night." Sarah 
was almost buoyant now as she spoke, as if she was caught up in some 
imaginary land of dreams. "I think it's thrilling to be invited to a 
television producer's house for dinner!" 

It was too much for him to comprehend all at once. His wife was saying the 
Thompsons were like them! Was he hearing things correctly? He and Sarah had 
few friends, and most of those were associates of Bill's at the insurance 
company. They rarely went out, and even more infrequently had friends in to 
visit, all because he was afraid his associates would discover the true 
character of his marriage situation. He had been able to keep their social 
activities to a minimum in spite of Sarah's social drive, but he did it 
because he considered her social consciousness a sham. He felt their private 
life needed order before starting an active public one, and her desire to 
make it socially seemed to him like another excuse to avoid fulfilling sex. 

And now his wife was telling him that the Thompsons, a couple who willingly 
sought extra-marital sexual partners, were like them! He was going crazy! 

"Friday night is all right isn't it, darling?" she asked, her voice warm, 
almost pleading. 

Bill realized his silence was becoming obvious. "Yeah, sure! Friday night is 
fine!" he heard himself say. And his heart pounded against his rib cage as 
he felt what he had just done. He had agreed to the meeting with the 
Thompsons. He would be delivering his wife up to the Thompsons on Friday 
night, and despite his doubts, he knew he was going to do it. It roared in 
his mind and churned in his heated groin. -Liberation from all of the sexual 
frustrations in his married life. And knowing what could happen made the 
idea all the more sweeter. 

They finished dinner, Bill carefully fielding questions about the Thompsons' 
home, their ages, appearance, and he wondered with Sarah what she should 
wear to dinner on the following Friday. At one point he repressed an insane 
desire to laugh and tell her that it didn't matter what she wore, since she 
wouldn't be wearing anything very long after she got there. But he didn't 
laugh. He talked and smiled, and after dinner watched television with 
heavy-lidded eyes until it was time for bed. 

They went through their nightly ritual, using the bathroom one at a time, 
and Bill stretched out on his side of the bed without attempting any contact 
with his wife. He was feeling the effects of a tiring day, but despite his 
weariness, he found he couldn't sleep. It was all going to happen. On Friday 
night, it would all happen. He tried not to think of it, yet couldn't think 
of anything else. Visions of Sarah naked, electrifying visions of all four 
of them naked and fucking, burned in his mind like a glimmering bank of 
lights until nature took its course, and despite his anxiously throbbing 
erection, he drifted off into a restless sleep. 

The next morning he was surprised to discover that he had overslept. He had 
to rush to get to work on time, and it helped to keep his mind temporarily 
off sex. He was hotter and hornier than he had ever been, but driving to the 
office, a huge erection throbbing in his pants, he none the less decided to 
avoid physical advances toward his wife until after the dinner party. He 
knew it would be difficult for himself, but he didn't want Sarah to be 
thinking about sex, for some reason he couldn't define. It was as if he 
wanted to protect her from the Thompsons in his sub-conscious mind. 

Seeing Miss Jensen at, the office started Bill thinking about other 
possibilities. He daydreamed about introducing her to the Thompsons, and he 
was glad he was still covering the road as he knew he would otherwise never 
get any work done. For a moment he even entertained the notion of taking 
Miss Jensen on Friday night, telling his wife he had to cancel the date 
because of work, but, of course, he knew that he had already shown the 
Thompsons a picture of Sarah. 

In the evening he made a big noise about having to watch a special 
television program that ran fairly late. It was a distraction, and he was 
hoping that Sarah would go off to bed without him. His plan failed when the 
program turned out to be interesting, and so when they went to the bedroom, 
it was together. 

And he couldn't resist peeking through the crack of the bathroom door as his 
wife slowly undressed. His cock jerked as he watched her standing naked in 
stockings, unsnapping her garter belt. Her flesh, her roundly curving 
buttocks and her pussy were bracketed by sheer white cloth that only called 
attention to her provocative nakedness rather than hid it. And as she bent 
over the basin and lathered her face with soap, he thrilled to the way her 
large melony breasts shook suggestively from side to side. As he watched, he 
could see her arms rub against her small nipple-buds, which instantly grew 
tense and pointed. Her buttocks quivered enticingly as she bent over and 
scrubbed hard, and as she leaned forward he could see just the beginnings of 
her moist pink vagina and the deep tight fold of her soft curving vulva 
lips. He found himself standing with his iron-hard cock pulsing in his hand, 
wishing she would bend over just a little more. 

As if by telepathy, Sarah bent forward farther, spreading her tapered young 
legs slightly as she rinsed her face. Bill practically flattened his face 
against the door frame to see his wife's naked and exposed vagina. There it 
was, the rich soft-looking cuntal lips, rounded slightly and covered with 
blonde pussy hair, neatly framed between her firm, uplifted buttocks that 
were like twin mounds of warm resilient flesh that he wanted to seize and 
violate. Between her vaginal lips was the tight, dark mystery-slit of her 
cunt. His mouth practically watered as he imagined that furrow all fluted 
and soft, spread wide apart with her pink, moist cunt twitching as if it had 
a life of its own. 

Sarah began toweling her face, and he hastily retreated to his bed, pulling 
the blanket up high and pretending to be asleep. Soon, he told himself, 
soon. 

Chapter Six 

Friday night rolled around too soon for Bill Cole. His confused thoughts had 
gotten the better of him that day at work, and until he got home in the 
evening he was ready to abandon the whole thing. It was Sarah's constant 
yakking about the Thompsons that made him realize there was no stopping her. 
During the week she had had many conversations with Mona, and now regarded 
her as a dear friend. 

Bill dressed as if in a trance. He tried to be polite and offhand, yet he 
was nervous and his fingers trembled when he tried to tie his shoes. Finally 
dressed, with Sarah in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on her 
make-up, he looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. 

He stood there, a young man, good-looking. To see him on the street he would 
appear to be a nice normal guy with a good build; the kind of man most 
mothers would want their daughters - to date and perhaps marry. Yet here he 
was, Bill Cole, about to take his wife to the house of a married couple for 
the purposes of seduction and depravity. 

His muscles tensed as he stood looking at himself. How were they going to do 
it? They seemed so sure, but supposing it didn't work? And supposing it did? 
What then? He was nervous, but there was no denying he was also extremely 
hot and excited. 

The drive to the Thompsons* -home was a mixture of constant talk on one 
side, and silence on the other. Bill mostly heard his heart pounding in his 
chest, and the more Sarah talked, the more his heart seemed to throb. They 
were both equally excited, but for quite different reasons. Bill spoke his 
first words since getting in the car when he turned into the Thompsons' 
drive. "Here we are." 

"I just knew it would be like this!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes wide as she 
took in the mansion. 

When he had turned off the ignition and put on the brake, Bill turned to his 
wife, a blank expression on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he 
questioned, and he meant it seriously though his nervousness made it sound 
like a joke. 

"Of course!" she exclaimed, somewhat surprised, but then she smiled like a 
tease. 

"Ohhh, you! Come on!n 

They walked to the door together with BUI like a taut wire, ready to snap 
and fly off in all directions. He touched the button for the bell as if it 
were a detonator on a dynamite charge. Chimes sounded, and they stood there, 
Bill remembering vividly how it had been the last time he was in the same 
spot. His thoughts were interrupted by the rapid click of heels inside, and 
the door opened. 

Mona Thompson stood there smiling, and behind her, walking toward the door 
was a beaming Harlan. "And you're Sarahf" Mona cried.. "Welcome to our 
home!" 

Sarah entered while Bill had trouble keeping his mouth from hanging open. He 
entered the house slowly, looking around. It was the same tastefully and 
expensively furnished house as before, but the residents, Harlan and Mona, 
were impostors. Then Mona was offering her hand, saying, "Bill, it's so nice 
to see you again. I must say, Sarah is certainly prettier than you painted 
her." 

-Well, I..." 

Harlan came forward, giving Bill a firm handshake and saying, "Good to see 
you again ... How's it going?" 

Bill nodded, still too flabbergasted to speak. 

Earlier he had thought how out of place Sarah would look wearing her modest, 
blue cocktail dress. He had never liked the outfit because it made her look 
almost prudish, and he could see her next to Mona who would probably be 
wearing some crazy thing that clung brazenly to her, revealing more than it 
hid. But she wasn't. Bill looked at her in disbelief. She was wearing a 
loose fuzzy sweater and a tweed skirt that came down to her knees! The 
outfit made her look almost ordinary. And Harlan was dressed in a pair of 
black slacks, a white shirt, and dark tie. Only a knowing wink that he 
slipped Bill when the women weren't looking told the truth. 

They toured the house, Mona and Sarah talking constantly about decorating 
and color schemes, and Harlan acting like the perfect host, asking Bill 
about his job and generally making small talk. Bill gradually got over his 
initial shock, but his heart was pounding when finally they were all in the, 
downstairs party room. It hadn't changed since that morning with Mona on the 
couch; it still held a lewd kind of atmosphere for Bill, but there were also 
new things in the room. 

*This is really our favorite room ... Where -we can relax and enjoy 
ourselves," Mona said with a wave of her hand. The glass doors to the garden 
were open, and a gas-lit buffet table was set-up outside. "It's such a warm 
evening, I thought a buffet supper would be more enjoyable," she continued. 
She led them to the table covered with expensive delicacies and good simple 
food; ah appetizing setting for even those not hungry. "With just the four 
of us, I felt this would be more fun that a sit-down dinner." 

"Oh, yes! This is just wonderful," Sarah exclaimed. She was impressed with 
everything and thought how lucky she was to have met the Thompsons. 

"Well, just dig in to anything you desire," Mona said. Harlan was opening a 
bottle of wine while his wife handed out plates and encouraged them to try 
everything. They sat on lawn chairs, eating and drinking and talking about 
the weather. It was a light but satisfying supper, and Bill understood 
completely why it was prepared that way. 

They were seated in such a way that Harlan was close to Sarah, and while 
conversing with Mona, Bill caught bits and pieces of the conversation his 
wife was having. Harlan was really laying it on thick, telling Sarah that 
she should be making commercials for television, and it was only too obvious 
that Sarah was flattered by the compliments. Finally, when everyone seemed 
to have their fill, Harlan stood up to make a suggestion. 

"How about an after-dinner drink inside?" Harlan helped Sarah up from the 
chair. 

"Sounds fine!" Bill answered quickly as he saw the questioning look in his 
wife's eyes. 

"Just a weak one for me," Sarah then answered. "I don't usually drink and I 
already feel a little tipsy from the wine ..." 

"Oh, you'll like this drink," Mona interrupted. "It's my own concoction. I 
can drink several without feeling any effect." 

Bill realized what concoction Mona was talking about, and his heart beat 
faster. He felt he was about to take a plunge from which there would be no 
escape, but he followed the others inside to the bar. 

"You know, when we go out, Harlan doesn't like me to sit at the bar in a 
night club, but here at home I kind of like to," Mona said to Sarah. "I 
think it's kind of fun and naughty!". 

Sarah looked back at her husband, then in a soft voice she said, "Bill won't 
allow it either ... Let's do it!" And they both sat down on the comfortable 
stools in front of the bar, giggling. The men were right behind them, Harlan 
going around the bar to mix the drinks while Bill sat at the third stool, 
next to his wife. 

"Sometimes, just for the fun of it, I sit here with a cigarette and a drink 
and pretend I'm a prostitute or a loose woman," Mona said, her eyes wide and 
innocent. 

Sarah went into gales of laughter, hiding her face behind her hands. Bill 
got a coughing fit and Harlan broke into a broad smile as he poured the 
drinks. "The way women act," he said, shaking his head. 

"It's true!" Mona protested. "Honest! I do it, b'ut only with my husband." 

Harlan set cocktail glasses on the bar for each one, then taking up his own 
glass, he proposed a toast. "Here's to an interesting and rewarding 
evening!" 

They all drank, Bill and Harlan draining their glasses, and Mona and Sarah 
sipping theirs. Sarah smacked her lips and said, "My, that's good! What is 
it?" 

Harlan wagged a finger. "Not fair to ask trade secrets. It's only fair to 
enjoy them. Drink up!" 

Sarah laughed and drank again. She was getting to like Harlan. He was so 
handsome and virile and certainly charming. It's sweet and warm going down. 
I like it!" she said as Harlan poured more of the syrupy liquid into her 
glass. 

"It's good all the way down to the pit of your stomach." Mona suggested. 

"Fll say," Sarah answered, squirming on her stool and turning to look at her 
husband. "Does it have the same effect on you?" * 

Bill only nodded, then turned to Harlan. "Let's have another!" It might have 
been the association, the memories of having drunk absinthe only a few days 
ago, it might have been that and nothing more, but Bill was beginning to 
feel a distinct sexual feeling already. Harlan must have made the drinks 
extra strong, he reasoned. "So," Bill said, "Tell me more about how you feel 
when you sit at the bar." 

Mona leaned around Sarah. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just, sometimes I've 
wondered what it must be like to be a prostitute. Have you ever wondered 
about that?" she asked turning to Sarah. 

Sarah mused the thought and felt her face slowly form a smile. "Yes, I 
have," she said with a little giggle. "I've wondered what it would be like." 

"Exactly," Mona said. "Every woman wonders. Enough of these things and maybe 
well put on a show for our husbands. Pretend we're a couple of women out on 
the town." 

Sarah giggled and fought for self-control. "I don't know what's getting into 
me. What's in these drinks?" she asked in a confused way. "I feel so 
strange." 

"Nothing that will do you any harm," Harlan said, holding the shaker over 
her glass. "There's only a little left and we're way ahead of you." 

Sarah took her hand from the top of her glass, relenting. She looked around 
at the others and wondered if they were feeling the same way. It was 
strange, but she felt sexy. A lubricated itching was deep in her rapidly 
moistening vagina, an insane itching that was growing more intense by the 
minute. She hooked the heel of her shoe in the stool rung and squeezed her 
knees tight together until a hot tingling sensation began in her loins. One 
corner of her elastic panty leg band slipped and a throbbing vaginal lip 
slowly bulged out. It felt oddly exciting. 

She could hear everything and respond to conversation, but she felt as if 
something was slipping away. And things that Mona was saying was making her 
giggle uncontrollably. They were smutty things, but funny. 

She drained her glass and only mildly protested as Harlan refilled it, 
taking advantage of the distraction to squirm forward on the bar stool, 
wedging the band of her sheer nylon panties into the hotly pulsing 
hair-lined slit of her vagina. It felt so good, so warm and moist! 

They laughed and drank and watched Mona do an imitation of what she thought 
a prostitute would be like, lowering her eyes and smiling seductively over 
her shoulder at Bill while they all laughed. "Let's see you do it, Sarah," 
Mona challenged. "Go ahead ... Pretend Harlan is a potential customer." 

"No," Sarah said, shaking her head and turning a slow embarrassed crimson, 
"I couldn't do a thing like that." 

Harlan pretended to be hurt. "What's the matter with me? Something wrong 
with me?" 

"Oh, no!" Sarah replied quickly. "It's just that.. .-well, I've never done a 
thing like that before." 

"I should hope not!" Bill said, and they all laughed. 

"Come on," they all urged. What's so wrong with that? It's all in fun!" 

Ssaah smiled embarrassedly down at her drink. How did all this get started, 
she wondered? They were such nice people, it was a lovely house and why not, 
why not just do it? After all, it was only in fun. An excited feeling seemed 
to shoot sensually through her body, and she could feel her sensitive 
vaginal lips swelling now around the wedged leg band of her soft wispy 
panties. It was pressing on the suddenly searing slit of her heated cunt and 
beginning to rub excitingly against her pulsating clitoris. She crossed her 
legs and squeezed them tight and felt a strange lewd thrill course wildly 
through her body. It was so powerful and dark that it frightened her. "All 
right," she said, not lifting her eyes. "Just in fun." 

She drank once more, then lifted her eyes to see Harlan leaning on the bar, 
staring back at her with a serious look in his eyes. She gave him a slow 
provocative smile with her eyelids half closed, and she shocked herself by 
letting her lipsticked mouth open; slightly and wetting her lips with her 
tongue. 

They all broke into laughter and began applauding her as she hid her face in 
her hands. "I don't know why Fm behaving this way!" she squealed. 

"If you were a hooker, you wouldVe made me!" Harlan said. 

"Let's have another round," Mona [aied. 'The party is getting interesting." 

"No. I've had too much already," Sarah protested, pushing away from the bar. 
She couldn't look at Harlan. Something had happened when she had smiled at 
him as if she was a prostitute on the make. For a split second, she was on 
the make. It was the first time in her life she had done such a thing. For 
one wild moment she saw Harlan Thompson as an extremely handsome man, and 
she wanted him in a physical way. She was shaken, and all of them could tell 
by her firm tone that she wouldn't have anything more to drink. 

Mona slipped off the bar stool. "Why don't we get more comfortable?" She led 
the way to the couch in front of the fireplace, and Sarah sat down on the 
exact spot where Mona had so obscenely sucked Bill's cock. "Good grief! I 
almost forgot about the candies, Harlan!" Mona excused herself and hurried 
out of the room. 

Sarah sat silently, watching Harlan and Bill as they talked. Harlan was tall 
and heavy, and it looked as if he had a very powerful physique. She found 
herself wondering what kind of penis he had. Then she chided herself, as it 
just wasn't like her to think that way. 

It was that insane itching so deep in her pussy. It was growing, too, and 
she thought of excusing herself, going to the bathroom and relieving it in 
some way. Yet how? Stick something up there? Her pretty face turned scarlet 
as she thought of what she could do. She squirmed uncomfortably against the 
couch, hoping her movement would provide some relief, but the salacious 
feeling seemed even more demanding than before. 

Mona was back, a tray full of candies in her hand. "You really must try 
these. Harlan got them while shooting some film in the Middle East. I found 
them irresistible," Mona added with a wink. 

Sarah selected one, took a bite and found the taste intriguing. It was a 
musky flavor, strong and piercingly sweet. There was a grainy taste too, as 
if some kind of fruit or vegetable had been ground up in the candy. "That's 
very good," she said, looking at Harlan and trying to hide her interest. 
"What do they call it?" 

Harlan picked up another candy. "It's an Arab name I can't pronounce, but it 
means a mixture, like a kind of hash. They're all different... Here, try 
another." He held the tray out, and Sarah took another, biting into it. It 
was different. It had a kind of smoky alcohol flavor. 

After finishing the second piece, she had to sigh to catch her breath, and, 
vaguely, she knew something was wrong. She looked around the room at her 
husband and the Thompsons. They were all silent and smiling at her, and the 
room seemed different somehow. It was difficult to concentrate, and she 
looked back at Bill, blinking. "What did you say?" 

Bill laughed, and the laugh didn't sound like him. "I didn't say anything." 

"You didn't? Who did?" 

All three of them laughed and said, "Maybe it was you!" 

It all seemed very funny, and she laughed hard, rocking on the couch and 
unconsciously allowing her dress to slip above her knees. She finally got 
control of herself and stopped laughing long enough to realize that the 
maddening itching had gone. In its place was a hot, wet feeling of hungering 
need! Under her dress, her moistly pulsating vagina was split wide now 
around the wet soaking band of her panties. Her loins were feverishly hot, 
and it was intolerably warm in the room. "What were we talking about?" she 
asked. 

"I don't remember," Mona said, her voice getting deeper. "Oh, I was going to 
tell you! Harlan got a smoker film today!" 

"Smoker?" Sarah asked, her eyes half closed. 

"A stag film. Couples having sex. You know!" 

"A stag film? You mean... a ... dirty picture?" Sarah asked. 

"Yes! Have you ever seen one?" Mona asked with a kind of forced enthusiasm. 

"No, no I haven't. I don't think I want to," Sarah replied stiffly. 

"Mona, for God's sake," Harlan interrupted. "You're making me look like some 
kind of monster." He leaned forward and smiled at Sarah. "We discovered a 
kid using our lab and equipment to make this film, and we caught him and 
fired him. Until we know what to do with the film, I'm to keep it. I didn't 
want to leave it at work, and I made the mistake of telling old blabbermouth 
here when I brought it home." 

"But I want to see it, and he won't let me," Mona said with a pout. 

"Nothing doing," Harlan said. "If Bill wants to see it, fine, I'll run it 
for him. But not for you two." 

Mona turned to Sarah. "Haven't you ever been just a little bit curious?" She 
had an impish look in her eyes. "Like when you wondered what prostitutes are 
like?" 

"I... I don't know," Sarah said, her voice going vague. She had to 
concentrate to remember what it was she was voicing doubt about. She took 
another candy and smacked her lips over its sweetness. 

"Enough of that," Harlan said to his wife. "Just Bill and me, that's all!" 

"Listen, Mr. Thompson," his wife fired back, and Bill again saw the Mona who 
had sucked his wetly glistening cock in such a greedy, voracious way. "Don't 
be making rules without consulting or even considering me. I will not be 
treated like a servant or some second class citizen, and just be chased 
away!" 

Harlan looked at her and laughed. "Okay, if you feel that strongly about it, 
what do you suggest?" 

"Well, how about if the women watch it for a change while the men go play 
cards or drink coffee?" 

Harlan looked at Bill then at Sarah. "Okay, I don't mind, but since you're 
being so fair, how about your guests? I mean they might not want to see it. 
Sarah, I think, isn't sophisticated enough for a thing like that." 

Sarah sat in a lulling stupor, feeling her excited vagina pulsating 
incessantly with a tingling pleasure. But, Harlan's words and tone shot 
through her reverie like a cannonball through paper. The words stung deep, 
and she stared at him. She had liked him, been attracted to him, and now he 
was condescending to her in the very rudest way. Her vanity made her jut her 
pert little chin and say, "Nobody asked me, but I'd like to see this film 
with Mona." 

Harlan shrugged and looked at Bill questioningly. "It's all right with me. 
How about you?" 

"Sure, fine!" 

"It's settled then. We'll go get some coffee while you girls live it up. 
Want me to set up the projector?" 

Mona was flippant and flirting, her voice low and easy as she said, "You 
could be a gentleman and set the stag up!" 

Sarah giggled nervously. The situation was out of hand, and she couldn't 
remember when or how it happened. Surely those drinks were more powerful 
than she had thought. Here she was, bluffed, bewildered, finding herself 
bristling at words and talking herself into watching a sex film. She didn't 
want to watch the film - and yet, she did. She did! Something in the back of 
her mind was asking; what is wrong with seeing it just once? 

She couldn't concentrate long enough to think of an answer one way or 
another, for she was aware of a growing feeling spreading all through her 
smoldering body. It seemed to center in her pussy, an energy, a oddly 
demanding feeling of.... lust! She turned her head and smiled at Mona, who 
was looking at her intently. Mona's look, the dim lights suddenly around 
them and that overriding sensual feeling made her pump her hips ever so 
slightly, and she felt the tight elastic leg band of her panties rub 
thrillingly against her clitoris. ~ 

Bill watched Harlan push a button that lowered a screen in front of the 
fireplace. He was impressed. The large white square came from an almost 
invisible nitch in the ceiling, and it was all the more impressive as it 
appeared to be framed by the massive stone of the chimney. Then, when Harlan 
rolled a projector into position behind the large brown couch, Bill's 
attention reverted to his innocent young wife. , Sarah was taking another 
piece of candy from the tray, and all the time her full rounded hips moved 
slowly and so slightly it was barely perceptible. He watched her excitedly 
straining buttocks twist and writhe and undulate under her dress, and found 
his cock hardening as-if turning to stone. The Thompsons were actually 
succeeding! It was going to happen! 

He knew the candy was laced with hashish, that it was making things easier, 
but that was so much the better, as he had eaten some too. His heart was 
pounding, and he wanted to get up, to take his aroused young wife home and 
... yes, fuck her! A shudder ran through his body as he got up, and he knew 
that was what he not only wanted to do, it was what he was going , to do. 
Only, he didn't care about waiting to get home. He wanted to fuck her right 
then, while Harlan and Mona watched! But a hand on his shoulder interrupted 
his thoughts. 

"Come on, you've been standing staring at your wife for minutes. Later," 
Harlan whispered, llien he spoke louder to the two women on the couch. "Well 
leave you alone now. You know how to start the projector," and he led BiH 
out of the room, closing the door behind them. 

"Where did they go?" Sarah questioned when noticing she was alone with Mona. 

"They'll find something to do. Maybe watch TV." She winked at Sarah. "I'll 
lock the door so they can't disturb us. Aren't you excited? I wonder what it 
will be like?" 

Sarah looked at the screen and remembered. "Yes, I've never seen one." A 
delicious sense of doing something forbidden came over her. As Mona went 
over and locked the door, Sarah tried to think about the stag film and what 
it would be Eke. It was so hard to think, so hard to keep her~ hips and 
buttocks still. She simply had to get some relief! Mona dimmed the lights to 
a faint glow, and Sarah glanced down to see that her short dress was well up 
above her knees. Darting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Mona bending 
over the projector. Quickly, she slipped her hand under her dress, hooking 
the leg band of her white bikini panties with one finger, and she pulled it 
away from her hotly throbbing pussy lips. In the process, her finger touched 
the excited, fluted edges of her passion-drenched cunt and wandered over her 
hot tingling clitoris causing a deep lascivious thrill to run through her 
entire body. She gritted her teeth and pulled her hand away, as the 
projector started and a cone of light stabbed .across the room. Scratches 
appeared on the screen, and then a shot of what looked like a cheap motel 
room appeared. 

It came into sharp focus as Mona adjusted the picture. Then she came and sat 
next to Sarah on the couch, holding her hand and squeezing it. without 
thinking, Sarah squeezed back. A small, dark-haired girl appeared on the 
screen, walking into camera view, reaching behind her and casually 
unclasping her dress. She stripped quickly, turning to look at a man who was 
then stepping into the camera frame and also undressing. 

. Sarah felt her breath coming heavily, and her palms were sweaty as the 
pretty young girl stripped naked. The camera seemed to prowl the girl's 
petite body, focusing on her curving young breasts, which were rounded but 
not too big, and at her girlishly shaped hips and then zoomed in for a 
close-up of her dark, curly pubic hair and the beginning slit of her moist 
pink vagina. The girl moved to the man and helped him get undressed. He 
seemed rough and crude, and for some reason this excited Sarah. The teenager 
was undoing his pants, unzipping and pulling them down, and kneeling 
subserviently as she did so. Then, naked, on her knees in front of the man, 
she pulled his shorts down, and Sarah gasped as she saw his swaying cock and 
heavily hanging balls in a close-up. His penis was half erect as the girl 
seized and began to play teasingly with it. Arching her back, she ran the 
rapidly inflating cock all over her full, white breasts, then sank lower, 
and opening her young mouth, she let her tongue snake out and lick it. Sarah 
took a deep sharp breath and nervously squeezed Mona's hand. 

The intensely licking teenager in the picture closed her eyes, and as the 
camera came in for a close-up she opened her soft, pouty lips. The now 
massively solid cock slid into her warmly waiting mouth, and she sucked, her 
red lips tightening eagerly around the thick shaft of flesh. Sarah stiffened 
as Mona put an arm around her, and she turned to see Mona's face right next 
to hers, so close she could smell Mona's perfume. "Did you see that?" the 
young blonde wife asked in a faintly quivering voice. 

"Yes. Does that excite you?" Mona asked, her tone more suggestive than 
questioning. 

"Yes. No I... I don't know," Sarah replied, and she couldn't keep her eyes 
from the screen. The virile-looking man had lain back on the bed, his hairy 
legs hanging over one corner and spread demandingly apart. The young girl 
was bending to her task, her head bobbing up and down as her wetly ovalled 
lips slid the length of the man's long rigid cock, leaving it glistening and 
slippery. She shifted her knees, spreading her legs obscenely wide apart. 
She had smooth, well-formed thighs, and her free hand ran across them before 
finally settling on her moistened young vagina. 

Sarah's mouth was open and dry as she stared at the screen. The whole thing 
she was watching was obscene and lewd, depraved beyond belief. She couldn't 
believe that two people would behave that way in private, let alone in 
public for all to see. It was simultaneously disgusting and fascinating and 
as the adolescent brunette began to pump and gyrate her own small rounded 
hips it was overpoweringly exciting. The heated feeling that had spread so 
relentlessly through the drugged young wife's body seemed to have been 
waiting for such an opportunity to really explode and Sarah felt great 
inundating waves of sinful excitement and desire; sweeping over her. Whether 
it was the heat of the room, the proximity of the other woman or just her 
own depraved arousal, she felt herself breaking out in a sweat. A tiny 
droplet trickled ticklishly down her stomach, snaked its way slowly through 
her sparse pubic hair and found its searing way to her swollen and inflamed 
cunt. 

Sarah ground her buttocks down into the couch, trying desperately to rid 
herself of the shameful torment, but as she twisted and moved, it only 
aroused her even more. She sat staring helplessly at the screen, grinding 
her hips into the couch while the producer's wife had her arm around her 
shoulders and was squeezing her hand. 

"What's the matter?" Mona asked in a half whisper. 

Sarah laughed embarrassedly. "Nothing. Just... what they're doing." 

Mona was looking at her, only nodding toward the screen. It excited her to 
see the young woman's arousal. "You find it stimulating, don't you?" 

Dumbly, Sarah nodded as she saw the man pull the young actress's head away, 
and the girl moved on top, straddling his huge body in a kneeling position. 
The camera panned quickly around to catch her fanning naked buttocks in a 
close-up. Sarah saw her tight puckered anus and her wetly glistening cunt as 
she rubbed the thick bulging cock-head up and down the full length of her 
wet pink slit. 

The blonde wife was twisting frantically in her seat more and more as she 
felt the moans and groans of frustration and desire building in her throat. 
With a suddenness that startled her, Mona jumped up and went to the machine 
and turned if off. Sarah sat up, staring at her. "Something wrong?" 

With a throaty chuckle, Mona came back to the couch. "Plenty. I never 
realized it, but this stuff is exciting. It's so hot in here and I'm so 
uncomfortable, I want to take off some clothes. You're uncomfortable, too. 
Why don't you take something off. That dress must be hot!" 

"Do you think we dare?" Sarah asked, darting a look at the door. 

"It's locked. They can't get in." She pulled her sweater off over her head 
and stood in a black half brassiere that made her full, roundly formed 
breasts billow out Quickly she stepped out of her dowdy tweed skirt to 
reveal tiny black bikini panties that were hardly more than a G-string. 
Sarah, hesitated, trying not to think. Yet to see so much of the older 
brunette's milky white flesh framed by her skimpy black panties, overflowing 
brassiere and raven hair was as exciting, in its own way, as the film. 
Obscenity, nakedness, was on her mind. Before she could summon her thoughts, 
Mona was kneeling in front of her, saying, "God, do I feel better. Here, let 
me help you." 

The older woman was reaching behind the young wife, her curvaceous breasts 
quivering jelly-like right in front of Sarah's face as she unzipped the back 
of Sarah's dress and pulled it down to reveal her white lacy brassiere and 
full lissome breasts. Still kneeling, she giggled girlishly as she helped 
the shapely blonde to her feet and pulled the dress hurriedly down until it 
was a useless heap around her ankles. 

Sarah responded without thinking, letting Mona make the decisions. An odd 
excitement came over as Mona kneeled in front of her, her hungry look slowly 
taking in all that was so enticingly revealed. The insurance adjustor's 
innocent wife stood in her high heels, stockings and garter belt, panties 
and brassiere ... and nothing more. Softly, in a low voice that sent a spasm 
of pleasure through the curvaceous blonde, Mona said, "You have a beautiful 
body." 

Sarah couldn't answer. There was something so weird about the way the other 
woman was taking in her half-naked body and running her fingers, like soft 
tickling feathers, up and down the back of her nylon-covered legs. She 
shivered uncontrollably and was about to back off when without warning, the 
older brunette reached out and slowly pulled her panties down to reveal her 
sparse blonde pubic hair. 

Mona was looking at her naked vagina with a steady burning gaze, and Sarah 
felt totally powerless to move. In her drugged mind, it was pleasing as she 
felt her silky panties slipping smoothly lower and lower under Mona's gentle 
tugging. One final tug and the panties fell free, and she stood nakedly 
exposed, not able to help pumping her hips ever so slightly. It was obscene 
to do, but it felt so good! 

Chapter Seven 

Bill followed Harlan away from the party room feeling sullen. If he hadn't 
been so drugged, he would have complained loud and long about leaving the 
women alone just when it seemed something was going to happen. But for the 
moment at least, he was willing to let his experienced host take charge. 

They walked upstairs to the bar off the dining room where Harlan mixed them 
a fresh drink. Bill silently gulped it down, then waited impatiently while 
his host sipped the cloudy liquid. Finally, Harlan waved his hand, gesturing 
for Bill to again follow. They returned downstairs, and just when Bill 
thought they would return to the party room, Harlan produced a key and 
opened a nearby door. 

The array of electronic equipment stunned Bill, his mouth hanging open as he 
surveyed the small room. "What goes? Is this what I think?" Bill asked, his 
voice failing to hide his surprise. 

"That depends on what you think," Harlan answered as he flipped the master 
switch. "Just watch." 

In a moment, two monitor television receivers glowed brightly, and in 
another second, Bill realized he was looking at two clear pictures of his 
wife and Mona. A number of questions came to mind, but even in his drugged 
condition, he was able to answer most for himself. It didn't take much to 
figure that Harlan had watched the day he and Mona were together on that 
same couch, or for that matter, where the cameras were hidden. All that 
might have mattered before, but now Bill was too excited to care about 
anything but watching. 

Thompson's wife was standing in front of the couch stripping slowly down to 
her panties and brassiere, and Bill felt his cock leaping to life in his 
pants. Damn, she had a wild figure, and that little black G-string only made 
her all the more alluring. She was standing with her back to the camera, and 
Bill feasted on the nakedly curving cheeks of her buttocks, admiring the way 
the black material seemed to cling to her flesh and burrow into the deep 
narrow crevice of her buttocks. 

Now she was kneeling in front of his own wife and helping her undress. Bill 
sat forward in his seat, his knuckles white as he watched his formerly 
prudish wife undress and stand up facing the camera. She was moving as if 
she were under water and had no will left of her own; she was just standing 
there, an absent-minded sensual smile on her face as Mona ran her hands 
lightly over her nylon-smooth legs. "Here comes the end," Bill said between 
set teeth. 

"What do you mean?" Harlan said out of the corner of his mouth. 

"I mean trouble. Sarah won't go for that!" 

Harlan shook his head in a kind of disgusted resignation. "It strikes me 
that you're the one who is troubled. Listen." He glared at Bill. "Women are 
sexual creatures. Put them in the right mood and environment, they'd fuck a 
snake. Sarah is a very sexual woman, and it's no credit to you that you 
don't realize it. After tonight, the floodgates will be open. We're going to 
break her down tonight, commit her so far she can't turn back. We'll break 
down her inhibitions to the point where she'll let loose. In fact, although 
she doesn't know it yet, she's already past the point of no return. Now shut 
up and watch." 

Sarah was standing and, even as they talked, Bill could see Mona running her 
hands lasciviously over his wife's long lithe legs. Then, as he held his 
breath, Mona reached out and started pulling down her little white panties, 
and 

Sarah actually lifted her arms away in a kind of passive permission. Harlan 
leaned back in his chair. "Yes, sir, I'm really going to enjoy fucking your 
wife. Some figure. Some hot little body." 

Sarah was looking down, at her own enticingly naked pussy mound, at her soft 
pubic hair, at Mona's hands on her smooth white hips, and finally at Mona, 
whose eyes were half closed and her expression serious, intent. It seemed as 
if she were leaning nearer to the other woman, coming submissively closer 
each second. Again Mona's hands slid sensually up and down her thighs. "You 
have a very lovely body, Sarah. Why do you hide? God, if I had your figure, 
I'd flaunt it." 

Slowly Mona got to her feet, standing suggestively close to Sarah, the 
taller of the two. She smiled and said, "I bet you've got lovely breasts. 
May I see them?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached her arms around 
Sarah and unsnapped her lacy white brassiere. Instantly, Sarah's breasts 
seemed to swell and leap sensuously free as the restraining brassiere came 
loose and Mona took it off her smooth shoulders. 

Mona's eyes glittered avidly as she took in the firm naked breasts with 
their sharp pointed nipples. "God, Sarah, darling, what a. magnificent 
figure. Turn around, let me look at you." 

Obediently, Sarah turned slowly around, showing Mona every inch of her 
curvaceous young body. Mona laughed and backed off, shaking her head. "We'd 
better watch the picture. If I was a man, I'd be all over you." 

Sarah felt pleased and wildly excited by the words of praise. It was a new 
and arousing thing to have another woman admire her voluptuous body in such 
a sensual but honest way. It was a new thing to her to be totally naked in 
the presence of another attractive woman. My God, she thought, looking down 
at herself, I am naked! How did this happen? She looked at Mona, who had 
that strange excited expression on her face again. "Have we gone too far?" 
she asked in a vague, foggy way. 

Mona laughed and shook her head. "Just comfortable. Don't you feel better?" 

"Yes, she laughed. "And you have a great figure yourself." 

"Why, thank you," Mona cooed. "I'm pleased that you noticed." She walked 
back to the projector in long strides, her firmly ripened breasts bouncing 
with each step. There was a metallic click and the film began running again. 
Then Mona was back at Sarah's side, and they sat down on the couch close 
together, holding hands, their curving hips and thighs warmly touching. 

Up on the screen, the teenage girl was kneeling over the man, running his 
long, hard cock lustfully up and down the hot moist indentation of her 
glistening cuntal slit. Then holding the erectly jerking penis in place, she 
slowly began to lower her youthful body, sinking down on the hard pulsating 
shaft as the swollen head spread her hair-lined pussy lips. Slowly the 
thick, upstanding cock disappeared from sight as she took it deeper and 
deeper into her tight little cunt. The dark-haired, intense girl began to 
undulate her hips shamelessly up and down as the camera moved in for a 
close-up of the action, and the two women watched in silence, their 
breathing heavy. The moistened and gleaming cock drove smoothly in and out 
of the girl's hotly clasping pussy as her young body slowly gyrated and 
rippled in a dance of ecstasy. 

Sarah gradually became aware of Mona's hands on her own naked body, skimming 
over the firmly molded whiteness of her thighs and stomach. She couldn't 
move as she felt her responding body begin to throb crazily with a lewd 
unholy desire. This was all wrong, yet she didn't seem to care. What she did 
care about was the increasingly wild feeling in her sensually awakened body. 
She gasped when she felt Mona's hands gently cup her huge resilient breasts 
and fondle them while her thumbs rubbed her lust-hardened nipples and sent 
spasms of exquisite lewd pleasure racing through her body. 

She tore her gaze from the screen and looked into Mona's face in a guilty 
stupor. "Should we be doing this?" she asked weakly. 

Mona's face was close to hers, and she could feel the brunette's hot breath 
on her cheek. Her expression was wanton and wild. Mona hadn't been watching 
the film. "I can't take my eyes off your body," she whispered.softly. "Let 
me be good to you." 

In the other room, Bill was on his feet, the blood racing through his veins 
as his heart pounded wildly. He saw Sarah, his innocent young wife, close 
her eyes in rapture and let her head fall back on the couch as Mona 
continued to lesbianically ibndle her quivering breasts. Harlan was leaning 
forward, hurriedly manipulating controls, and with the aid of the zoom lens, 
they saw a close-up of the two women's aroused faces. "Won't be long now," 
he said in a low, excited voice. 

Bill watched, unbelieving, his mouth gaped open, as the older woman leaned 
toward his blonde wife and kissed her full on the lips with a moist open 
mouth. Their lips parted slowly, completely relaxed, clinging together in a 
sensous way, and he saw Mona's tongue snake out and lick erotically into his 
wife's mouth. And Sarah opened her mouth unresistingly in lewd surrender. 

Back in the party room, Mona was gradually forcing the younger girl down, 
twirling her tongue teasingly in her warm receiving mouth and feeling the 
exotic electrifying response of the other's tongue coming alive. Sarah 
moaned with delight, falling over on her side and onto her back. Mona's 
mouth and tongue pulled away from the forbidden kiss and licked her chin, 
then her long graceful throat. Her teeth nibbled playfully at her shoulder, 
then her tongue made a hot wet trail on down to her swelling breast. Sarah 
felt her body trembling with sinful desire, and she moaned out loud as the 
tip of Mona's warm tongue flicked out over one lewdly distended nipple. 

Then Mona's groping hands were all over her incredibly soft body, and she 
was on top of Sarah's nakedness, her mouth closing over the spiked out 
nipple and sucking hard. The astounded blonde wife moaned with wanton 
delight and thrust up her pelvis involuntarily. One of Mona's hands slipped 
down over her tautiy rippling belly, fingers turning inward between her 
cream-like thighs as her teeth bit the sensitive nipple in a hard sensuous 
way. Then she moved her mouth to the other breast as Sarah put her arms 
around her neck and groaned delightedly, looking down to see full feminine 
lips sucking greedily at her nipple. 

"Oh," she said breathlessly. "Oooooohhh!" she echoed in a long sigh. 

Mona stopped long enough to lie full length on top of her, the light weight 
of her smaller body gentle and exciting, her hand still searching with her 
fingers gradually wedging their way into the wet pink slit of Sarah's 
pulsating young cunt. She put her full-lipped mouth next to Sarah's ear and 
whispered, "Do you like that, darling?" 

Without hesitation, as if in a dream, her eyes closed, Sarah hissed, 
"Yessssss!" 

"Want me to please you some more? I want to. You have such a lovely body." 

"Yessssss! Oh, yesssss! You can do anything you want!" 

Mona took her hand away and sat up long enough to slip out of her black 
brassiere and panties, and Sarah opened her eyes to see all of the 
brunette's nakedly curving loveliness. There was something so lewd and 
arousingly bold in the way she moved. She, too, was excited, and her full 
firm hips were pumping back and forth licentiously. Sarah's dark blue eyes 
turned to the screen where the teenage girl was now lying prone on top of 
the man, his huge cock buried all the way to the hilt in her wetly heated 
cunt, and her white, widespread buttocks twitching as she squirmed over him. 
Sarah's head was swimming at so much going on, and all of it so obscene and 
arousing. How could she ever let Bill know she'd done such things? 

Before she had a chance to think at all, Mona was pressing on top of her 
again, and she felt the long, naked length of the older woman's shapely body 
and her hot soft flesh drubbing lustfully on hers. Their enormously formed 
breasts met and ballooned together, and she could feel Mona's softly curling 
pubic hair mixing with her own. Their hungry mouths locked together in a 
deep pagan kiss, and Mona's legs were passionately pushing hers apart. 

She let Mona wedge her slender legs between hers, willingly parting her 
delicately curving thighs, letting them spread as wide as possible until 
finally one leg fell onto the floor while she swung the other one wantonly 
up over the back of the couch. 

Sarah felt loose and abandoned, like a prostitute, a common whore. Worse 
than that, she felt like a completely amoral creature totally capable of 
keeping up this kind of obscene pleasure and torment all night long. She 
held her breath as her legs split salaciously wide, and she could feel her 
burning cunt wide open and throbbing in a lewd eagerness. Then she tensed as 
she felt Mona's soft cuntal hair rubbing lustfully up and down her 
wide-splayed pussy, thrilling her as the curling wisps tickled and tingled 
and grew wet from her own obscene excitement. Mona bore down, pumping her 
hips harder, rubbing sensually over the blonde's erect little clitoris, 
causing Sarah to open her mouth and let out a long low sigh. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Thompson's wife rubbed back and forth, supporting 
herself over the innocent blonde's spread-eagled body by her arms, their 
full generous breasts touching with Mona's nipples skimming side to side, 
driving Sarah rapidly toward ecstasy. The drugged young wife had never felt 
this way before in her whole life. It was so good! It was too good, and she 
could no longer control her actions. Her straining hips thrust up eagerly, 
and she bent her knees to spread her hair-lined loins wider and got even 
more of a depraved thrill as she cupped the naked brunette's buttocks and 
pulled her down tighter to her loins. 

That insane itching had now become an uncontrollable burning desire, and she 
pumped her hips lewdly, wildly, calling to Mona in what seemed another 
voice. "Oh, I like that! Do it! I love it! I love it! Do anything you want!" 

"You want more, do you?" Mona's voice was low, and there was something 
simultaneously menacing and thrilling in the husky way she spoke. 

"Yessss, oh, yesssss!" 

The producer's wife's weight was gone, and Sarah opened her eyes with a 
desperate little cry of disappointment. She raised her head to look and see 
Mona crouched between her shamelessly widespread legs, the brunette's proud 
breasts swinging and face just a few scant inches above her hungrily 
quivering cunt. A quick glance at the screen showed the older man and the 
young girl sprawled naked on the bed now. With the man on top, the intense 
adolescent girl was writhing as his long, hard cock fucked smoothly between 
her wide-parted legs and disappeared into her hotly clasping cunt. The 
excited couple locked together and moved in an obscenely slow rolling 
motion. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" Sarah let out a full-throated cry as she felt Mona's 
tongue slice into her wet, splayed-out pussy and lick hotly across her stiff 
sensitive clitoris. The spasms of pleasure that shot rapidly through her 
nakedly besieged body were searing and sweet. She pulled her knees back 
still farther as her hands moved eagerly down, forcing her rounded, full 
breasts together. Her fingers tangled in Mona's thick black hair, and she 
pulled the woman's wetly heated mouth down into her passion-drenched cunt. 

Mona responded by snaking her tongue into the warm slick recesses of the 
frantic young wife's cuntal furrow, and Sarah moaned with delight as she 
pumped her hips lasciviously, wildly, not caring what she did so long as 
that maddening tongue continued to dart in and out of her sweetly pulsating 
cunt. 

Sarah was sweating now, her head thrown back, mouth open with wild animal 
sounds coming from her throat, and her entire naked body writhing and 
undulating as Mona's tongue fucked expertly in and out and licked at the 
pink inner lips of her sizzling cunt. It was almost as if she could feel the 
cum gathering in her tensing loins like thick, hot lava. She wanted to build 
this fantastic feeling to the point where she exploded and came in a hot 
beautifully shattering orgasm, over and over again. 

A remote part of her mind heard the door unlock, and through her half-closed 
eyes, she saw figures gather around the couch. Her drug-fogged vision 
couldn't see who they were, but she knew they must be men. It must be Bill! 
She didn't care - let him watch, let the whole damn world watch! 

Then Mona was gone, torn from her tight grasp, and she looked up to see her 
lovely raven-haired seductress being pulled to the floor while someone 
crouched waiting behind her. Then she felt a heavy masculine body moving 
anxiously on top of her, a hard naked body, and she grasped it, a greedy 
animal sound choking in her throat, as she murmured, "Bill! Do it! Do it!" 

A low, hard chuckle made her open her blue eyes wide. Above her, on top of 
her frantically hungering body, was the grinning face of Harlan Thompson! 

"Nooooooo!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The shock sobered her up 
temporarily, and she looked around her with her eyes wide, a look of horror 
on her pretty face. She pushed at Harlan with superhuman strength, forcing 
him back for a moment. On the screen, the movie was still going on with the 
young girl lying sprawled on her back on the bed, the camera shooting up 
between her tapered legs at her passion-glistening cunt, and above, the man 
was crouched over her and fucking her wildly in the mouth. 

On the floor she saw her husband, entirely naked, thrusting his hard, erect 
penis between the full, cream-white thighs of Mona who was bent over 
dog-fashion on all fours. "Noooooo!" she wailed again. In a flash it all 
came to her, all the deception and the impossible fact that her own husband 
Bill was in on the. whole thing. It was a trick! The door was supposed to be 
locked, yet the two heatedly aroused men were here! "Nooooooo!" she screamed 
again, flailing out angrily with her fists. 

The heavily-muscled producer seized her wrists and held her in a viselike 
grip, calling out of the corner of his mouth, "Help me, will you? Bill, 
Mona, NOW!" 

Instantly, the adulterous pair scrambled to their feet and looked down as 
nakedly helpless Sarah struggled and cried out incoherently. Bill looked 
worried and said, "I knew it wouldn't work, I warned you!" 

"It has!" Harlan snarled. "Just shut up and grab hold of her legs!" 

Mona reacted immediately, seizing one of the frantically struggling young 
wife's ankles and pulling her long leg wide. Sarah screamed, her voice 
hoarse, as she fought with all of her frightened strength. Bill stood 
watching her, seeing her struggles, watching her lovely defenseless body 
twist and turn, her firmly ripened breasts quiver and bounce as her head 
thrashed back and forth. Something in her helpless movements aroused him 
beyond belief. It was sexual and sadistic and exciting, he thought, seizing 
his wife's other ankle and pulling her kicking leg wide. Harlan let go of 
her wrists and sat back to look at her. "Well," he said, "That's'more like 
it." 

Sarah's struggles were rapidly diminishing. The shock of discovering her own 
loving husband had been a part of this trick was making her more confused. 
She was angry, occasionally aroused to another struggle, but nothing seemed 
to dampen the intense fire raging in her heated cunt. She lay with her legs 
obscenely split apart. Held firmly by Mona and Bill, she could only look 
around with eyes that didn't completely focus. 

"Just hold her for awhile so I can get a good look at her," Harlan said, a 
twisted grin on his face. 

The betrayed wife lay with her pussy mouth exposed, and the television 
producer took his thumbs, fighting away her hands, and spread wide the pink 
fluted edges of ner wetly glistening vaginal lips. They all looked at the 
deep blushing pink of her quivering cunt that shone moistly with excitement. 
"This is going to be interesting," Harlan growled. "I like them with some 
fight. Keep holding her legs until her shock subsides - then she'll be 
fighting to get fucked some more!" 

Sarah felt the room reeling around her. It was as if the Thompsons and her 
husband were really devils, determined to destroy her. It was all so unreal, 
a nightmare, and she closed her eyes, praying she would wake up. In closing 
her eyes, she became more aware of her aroused body and of the strange man's 
fingers spreading her vulnerable wet cunt. Oh God, it felt good! Again there 
was that itch, deeper and wilder than before, and Harlan's thumbs caressing 
her sensitive pleasure bud, further igniting the raging fire in her loins. 
Despite every effort of her fast-waning will, she found that she simply had 
to pump her hips. She had to move her buttocks, to roll and gyrate! 

"Ahhh." Harlan's voice was a deep, satisfied sigh. "See? I told you. You 
want me to fuck you, don't you Sarah?" 

Sarah refused to answer, her body restless, not fighting now, but needing 
... wanting! She opened her wide smoky blue eyes and saw the motion picture 
screen where the couple was standing now, the dark intense girl with her 
back to the man spreading her trim youthful legs and bending invitingly over 
all the way while the man held her by the hips and slowly sank his long 
thick penis in her tight little cunt from behind. It looked so exciting, so 
good! She was reminded of the last time she and Bill had sex. How he had 
forced'her to kneel and take him from behind, and how she had almost reached 
an orgasm for the very first time in her life. 

"Answer me!" Harlan snapped. 

She tore her eyes away from the screen to look blankly at the producer. What 
had he said? 

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" 

She looked around her. Mona had one of her long lithe legs and was caressing 
it, lasciviously running her hand all the way up her smoothly curved thigh. 
Bill, naked and excited, had slung her other leg over the back of the couch, 
and she was obscenely naked as she writhed and lolled about, her defenseless 
young pussy inflamed with a wild desire. They wanted her to do it, and she 
wanted to do it. Do it in front of her husband and Mona! "Y-yes," she said, 
her voice trembling. 

"Say it! Say you want to be fucked," Harlan insisted. 

"I-I... want to ... be ... fucked!" The lewd words stung the air like a 
bullet shattering glass. Suddenly her mind snapped. It was the first time 
she had ever said the sinful word, and it sent delicious dark thrills 
cracking through her body. And it was an arousing word and idea. "Yes!" she 
exclaimed, looking around. "Fuck me, fuck me with all your might. Fuck me, 
all of you tuck me!" 

She was fighting again, but this time she was fighting with a wanton 
abandon, voluntarily splitting her legs even wider. She looked down at 
Harlan's hairy groin as he was getting on top of her waiting body, and her 
eyes widened. Never has she seen such a big, thick cock! It would be too 
much! Yet, panting, eager, she wanted it, she wanted it more than anything 
in the world. Her hand was between her parted legs, wildly groping for the 
long fleshy shaft as Harlan mounted her. 

She felt it, and a shudder ran excitedly through her. God, it was so thick 
she could barely get her lingers around it! Clasping it was like trying to 
squeeze a steel bar! She felt the huge rounded head push massively against 
her wetly waiting cunt and begin to spread her vaginal lips. She began 
panting lightly and fast, her smoldering body covered with a fine film of 
sweat. Bill and Mona let go of her legs, and Mona kneeled next to the couch, 
her face inches from Sarah's deeply heaving breasts. Bill was behind her in 
an instant, his eyes glazed with lust, and he knelt down rapidly between 
Mona's widespread thighs, ready to ram his huge, throbbing cock between her 
parted legs. The producer's wife reached back to guide the long heavy penis 
to her heatedly hungry cunt, but neither, she nor Bill ever took, their 
lust-filled eyes away from the nakedly intertwining bodies of Sarah and 
Harlan. 

The producer ran his thick bulging cock-head up and down the slit of her 
wetly glistening cunt, and Sarah tried to arch up and capture him. The 
monstrous head pressed forward a little, spreading her tight young cunt 
until the full, hair-lined lips were stretched thin. Then he leaned his 
heavy weight and pushed, and his thick pulsating cock was like a monster 
snowplow, dividing all in its way. 

Sarah felt giddy, dizzy, her eyes rolling around to see the screen and the 
couple in the stag film still wildly fucking, the girl falling face down on 
the bed while the man plunged into her from behind with insane abandon. And 
as if part of a mirror image, kneeling behind Mona's round, uplifted 
buttocks was her own husband, see-sawing his hips back and forth as he 
hammered his long stiff cock into the brunette's willingly offered cunt. 
They were both watching her, watching as Harlan's thick mammoth penis was 
filling her tight little vagina, stretching it to the limit. It was so 
obscene, so lewd, so exciting! Gone was all her moralizing! They were just 
animals, and they were fucking! 

"Fuck me," she murmured in a feverish way. "Fuck me hard!" 

Cruelly, Harlan drove his long pounding cock home, the bulbous head making a 
loud sensual sound as it sank deep and spread her tightly clasping cunt. It 
hurt, it was so huge! Yet the pain mingled with the rapidly building 
pleasure dorve her on to more desperate heights. She could already feel a 
massive explosion building steadily in her like floodwaters behind a giving 
dam. Harlan began sawing faster in and out, sinking deeper with each long 
brutal thrust, lifting her up off the couch and then cruelly pushing her 
shapely buttocks down into it again. 

She had never had a fucking like this! Her taut, young cunt was stretched so 
tight around his thick, throbbing cock that she felt like she was clinging 
to it; he seemed to pull her clasping vaginal walls out as he withdrew and 
then roll them smoothly back in again with each new vicious thrust. 
Gradually he was increasing the rhythm and depth of his lunges, and Sarah 
felt her eyes rolling uncontrollably around in her head until they were 
unfocused. It was so delicious, so sensually perverse to be fucked this way. 

Bill gaped at his wife and Harlan as the man sliced his stiff throbbing cock 
into Sarah's excitedly quivering depths. To see her that way, willingly 
fucking with a near stranger and loving it, aroused him to a fevered pitch 
of passion he'd never experienced before. Her blonde, hair-lined cuntal slit 
seemed to hungrily chew up Harlan's thick cock, clasping it, pulling and 
squeezing as the television producer fucked her senseless. It was so 
depraved, so thrilling to see his wife fucked while he was himself fucking 
the man's wife, and he slammed his strong hips forward, knowing he couldn't 
hold back his rapidly mounting orgasm much longer. He glanced down at Mona's 
white, churning buttocks, the widespread crevice where her tiny, puckered 
anus was gasping with each of his long, hard thrusts into her warmly 
welcoming cunt. She was one hot bitch, and he shoved a finger into her tight 
little anus, wanting to bring her to a rapid and explosive climax. 

Harlan was dominating Bill's wife completely, and she gave in, relaxed, 
letting her helplessly aroused body do what it wanted as she writhed and 
bucked in time to his deep wanton fucking. She saw lewd crazy images of the 
couple screwing on the screen. Her young husband grinding his hips 
vigorously back and forth seemed to move in time to the savage skewering 
thrusts she herself was receiving from the producer. Raven-haired Mona was 
wild-eyed, her face only inches away, and suddenly she leaned closer still, 
her full sensual mouth closing over and sucking in Sarah's erectly trembling 
nipple. The young blonde tangled her fingers in Mona's hair, pulling her 
face, her warm sensuous lips and wildly twirling tongue hard against her 
throbbing breast, delighting in this added pleasure. "Oooooh, God!" she 
moaned ecstatically. "Fuck meeeee!" 

She had thought she was being fucked before, but now Harlan really let loose 
his virile strength and his ramrod cock sank its entire pulsing length, 
banging hurtfully against her cervix, causing her to whine and cry out in 
pain. The pain mounted, becoming unbearable, and she was near crying out, 
begging him to stop, when the pain seemed to crest, to reach its peakwhere 
it held, lewdly searing her, then toppled and fell the long dark way down 
into the ecstatic floodwaters of her rising orgasm. There it seemed to hiss, 
acting as a catalyst, sending her orgasm shooting through her body and 
darting at the speed of light into her brain. It seemed to almost tear the 
top of her head off, transforming her whole violentely contorting body into 
one great orgasm. She quivered rapturously all over and thrust her gyrating 
buttocks up, begging for more. "I . . . I . . . I'mmmmm 
c-c-cuuumnimniiiiinnnngggg!" 

"Yes yes yes!" Bill shouted, his violent frenzy peaked in the tip of his 
hammering cock and rebounded to his heavily swinging balls, his cum shooting 
outward, pumping and splashing deep inside Mona's grinding, rippling cunt. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Mona answered against Sarah's shaking breast while her own 
orgasm erupted in euphonic rolling contractions around Bill's furiously 
jerking cock. Her tongue lashed the tautly stiffened nipple in her mouth, 
her working buttocks gyrated and circled as she heard her husband's loud 
coarse groan signal his beginning climax. 

With maniacal strength, Harlan lunged his hips downward, his cum-heavy balls 
slapping hard into the split crevice of the young wife's buttocks as he sank 
the full length of his crazily jerking cock far up into her quivering belly. 
"And his white hot cum fired from the swollen tip, searing Sarah's 
convulsingly boiling cunt and bringing her to even greater heights of 
animalistic furor. 

She rocked and jerked and quivered unreservedly beneath the onslaught of 
climaxing passion as they all grunted and groaned in their simultaneous 
orgasms. The very air reeked of lust and sexual madness, stinging at every 
pore and opening in their passion-heated bodies until exhaustion took 
control, and the film ended, the reel slapping around and around as the 
screen went white. 

Chapter Eight 

Four days of silent recrimination was more than he could bear. Bill wanted 
to kick himself for having been such a fool that past Friday night. Why 
hadn't he listened instead of succumbing to petty jealousy? 

Harlan had warned him, but he had to know it all, he had to quit for his own 
narrow reasons. And little did he suspect that things hadn't gone quite far 
enough. But they hadn't! That fact had become only too apparent almost the 
moment he had gotten Sarah home. 

He had thought all was right, that his wife was no longer a slave to puritan 
morality. She had seemed to be in such a wild state after the fucking she'd 
received from Harlan, that he could only think to take her home. He was . 
excited, aroused like never before, and he had ideas, plans that would have 
satisfied him if they had worked out He had thought-he would no longer be 
needing the help of the Thompsons, and anyway, he was unsure he would be 
willing to share his wife ever again. Unfortunately for him, however, his 
plans didn't work out. 

By the time he got Sarah home, the effects of the drugged candy and absinthe 
had just about worn off. And suddenly, Sarah was lashing out at him, blaming 
him for everything that had happened that evening. Bill knew that she had 
gone over the edge, that her true nature had come out, but what he hadn't 
taken into account was the fact that she had an excuse. In remaining true to 
her puritan ethic, she was able to blame her actions on the drugs and 
trickery. 

Bill thought he could ride it out, that once he got her in a sexual 
situation her fires would again be ignited. But in the four days since that 
Friday night, he had gotten nothing but silence. He was horny and becoming 
rapidly desperate, and so while between making claim adjustments, he stopped 
at a pay phone and dialed Mona. 

Her voice alone was enough to make his cock twitch eagerly in his pants, and 
he swallowed before speaking, his needs coming before his pride. "Mona? Bill 
Cole here ... I, ah, have been meaning to call..." 

Mona cut him off saying, "It's not going right, Bill, isn't that so? I've 
been expecting to hear from you." 

He was caught off guard, and he gave up any idea of false pretense. "It's 
been terrible, and 

I'm going crazy ... Harlan was right, I shouldn't have taken her home when I 
did," he said forlornly. 

"So now you're calling for help ... But you're too late," Mona announced. 

Bill was shocked and completely missed the hint of iiumor in her voice. He'd 
thought for sure that they would do something for him. "But! I-M'm afraid 
I... " 

"You really are in a bad way," Mona again interrupted. "Harlan and I spoke 
to Sarah just a few minutes ago. We're having a party for special friends 
tonight, and Sarah accepted the invitation for both of you!" 

"She has?" Bill didn't think Sarah would ever willingly go to the Thompson's 
house again. 

"Harlan told her about a commercial producer who's anxious to meet her. 
There are many advantages to belonging to our little group, but then you 
knew that, didn't you?" Mona was having fun at Bill's expense. 

"I'm amazed and - and grateful... I don't know how I can thank you," Bill 
gasped. 

"Oh yes you do! Just be sure you look me up first when you get here," Mona 
said, her voice becoming sexy and low. "Then you can thank me while Harlan 
introduces your wife to the man who'll make her famous!" 

When Bill hung up he was both excited and confused, and when he got home 
that evening his feelings didn't lessen. To his further amazement, Sarah was 
all ready to go to the party, and she was speaking to him again, though 
somewhat cooly. Not wanting to press his luck, he changed his clothes 
slowly, leaving just enough time to drive to Encino and arrive at the proper 
moment. 

On the way, Bill was able to guess what motivated Sarah to accept the 
invitation of the Thompsons. Though they hardly conversed, it became very 
apparent that Sarah was mostly impressed with the social benefits, and Bill 
figured she was unaware of the true nature of the party. It was the 
opportunity to mix with the so-called right people that prompted his wife to 
overlook their last visit with Harlan and Mona. And Bill thought, so much 
the better! He was anxious now to have Sarah humiliated once and for all and 
bring a final end to her phony morals. 

This time the door was opened by a young and attractively uniformed maid, 
and on entering the house, they discovered many people gathered around. Bill 
was pleased and excited to see so many sexy women there, but remembering his 
earlier conversation with Mona, he thought to find her before exploring 
further fields. With Sarah in tow, Bill walked downstairs to the now 
familiar party room, and he quickly spotted Mona over by the bar. He headed 
toward the bar, but before they were half-way, Mona saw them and ran with 
open arms. 

"So good of you to come!" Mona exclaimed in a low voice. Then quite 
purposely, she kissed both Sarah and Bill in a way that was more than 
friendly. 

No longer shocked by anything Mona did, Bill was glad to let her take 
charge. They were whisked over to the bar where drinks were placed in their 
hands, and then Mona was introducing them to everyone standing or seated 
nearby. Instantly, Sarah was caught up in the social amenities, and Bill 
noted that she was so busy being friendly, she didn't pay any attention to 
what she was drinking, or for that matter, how much. 

Strangely, Harlan seemed to be missing, or at least out of sight, and a 
half-hour went by, drinking and talking, before Sarah inquired of him. By 
then, Bill was feeling extremely hot and anxious to get off somewhere with 
Mona, as the drinks they were having, though different in flavor from the 
ones they'd had on their last visit, were obviously loaded. He vaguely 
wondered if Sarah was asking for Harlan out of curiosity or because she too 
was feeling aroused from the drinks? 

"Oh my God!" Mona exclaimed. "Harlan's in the other room, and I was supposed 
to send you in there! He wanted you to meet someone, and it completely 
slipped my. mind." She was being overly dramatic, but Sarah didn't seem 
concerned about it. "It's the first door on the -left," Mona added, pointing 
down the hall. 

Sarah excused herself, anxious to find Harlen, and the moment sh was gone, 
Mona turned and winked at Bill. He didn't have to be told it was a set-up 
for his wife, and he didn't really care. He moved close to Mona and 
suggested they too go somewhere. 

Sarah worked her way across the party room to the hall, stopping long enough 
to answer greetings from other party-goers, and she felt warmed and excited 
from the friendly atmosphere around her. Socializing did that to her, though 
she couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused from it. As she walked, she 
squeezed her thighs together, loving the heated sensation in her loins, and 
she tried but couldn't keep lewd, sexual thoughts out of her mind. By the 
time she reached the hallway she had thought more than once about having 
Harlan's long thick cock driving again into her hot quivering vagina. 

He was standing by a door talking to someone, and she didn't understand what 
came over her as she ran to him, excitedly throwing her arms around his neck 
like greeting a long lost friend. She was pleased when he kissed her hard on 
the lips and then whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting for you!" His 
voice made her whole body tingle with pleasure, and though she thought she 
should be ashamed of her blatant actions, she felt she couldn't help 
herself. It was as if she needed to finish something started in the past, 
and when Harlan led her into a room off the hall, she willingly followed 
him. Before he closed the door behind them, she noticed a couple walking 
down the hall toward the party room, and oddly, she wasn't shocked to see 
them naked. 

Neither did the room surprise Sarah, though its total furnishings consisted 
of a chair and large bed, and when Harlan guided to the bed, she saw that 
the ceiling was mirrored. Between that and the fact that she was now alone 
with Harlan, she felt self-conscious about her apparent willingness, so she 
tried to get her mind onto something other than sex. 

"You wanted me to meet a frie id of yours?" she questioned while still 
standing beside the bed, though Harlan had sat down on it. 

Harlan smiled and nodded while he reached out and began avidly unbuttoning 
her cocktail dress. "Yes! His name is Curt Anderson," he said. He spoke most 
casually, but his ringers worked quickly as he stripped her. "Curt is a very 
important man in advertising, and when I told him about you, he thought you 
might be interested in doing commercials." 

Sarah had learned all this over the phone that afternoon, arid it was the 
primary reason she had wanted to go to the party. The idea of appearing in 
commercials excited her, not just because of the money she could make but 
also because of her vanity. Yet, at moment, with Mona's husband's hands 
moving over her shapely body and removing her clothes, she realized that she 
also wanted more, and she made no move to stop her impassioned host from 
rapidly stripping her naked. 

"I'll introduce you to Curt," Harlan went on, "But since this is a party, 
pleasure must come before business!" 

Sarah shuddered as he tugged at her last remaining garment, her sheer white 
panties momentarily clinging to her lust-dampened pussy slit before falling 
down her long, slender legs to the floor. Her already inflamed body betrayed 
her normal instinct to resist his impatient advances. His eyes were glaring 
hungrily at her sparse blonde pubic triangle, and she flushed, her body hot 
and quaking and aroused, as if she could feel his wonderfully thick penis 
already boring into her throbbing cunt. Then his hand was moving up between 
her warm inner thighs, his outstretched forefinger worming between her wet 
swollen cuntal lips, rubbing her sensitively erecting clitoris, and she felt 
suspended on his probing fingertip, unable to keep herself from grinding her 
flaring white hips lewdly back and forth. Her legs turned to jelly as his 
fingers playing up between her parted thighs made her immediately hot beyond 
reason. Obscenely encouraging words tumbled from her throat, deep and vile 
sounds that seemed to come from someone else. "Oooooh, Godddd! Harlan, fuck 
me! Yessss, FUCK MEEEEE!" 

"Of course, Sarah," Harlan said hurriedly, starting to unbuckle his pants. 
He stood up and let his pants fall down around his ankles, his huge erected 
cock springing menacingly straight out from his hairy belly. Then he held 
her by her smooth sloping shoulders with his strong hands, bent forward and 
lightly kissed her on the lips. "But first," he said momentarily, "I want to 
feel your soft pretty lips around my cock!" And he suddenly forced her to 
her knees until her face was only a few scant inches from the long fleshy 
pole of his lustfully throbbing cock. 

Sarah was stunned and repulsed despite the rising sexual hunger in her body, 
and she twisted her head nervously to one side. "No, Harlan, please!... I 
can't do - do that!" 

"You can and you will!" he answered with conviction. 

The surprised girl began to tremble with fear and repulsion, but the 
television producer tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and painfully 
jerked her face around. The passion of helpless forced submission and simple 
curiosity affected her senses as she stared wide-eyed at the thickly 
pulsating head of his long, rigid cock. And she found herself becoming 
lewdly fascinated with the idea of taking a man's penis into her mouth. She 
could imagine tasting his hot cum and heated flesh, and drinking him all the 
way into her belly. Besides all that, she felt she had no other choice as 
the muscular, hugely built man was too dominating to be resisted. 

Her curious eyes grew wide, carefully taking in the details of his stiff 
blood-filled cock, and unconsciously, she slowly ran her tongue around her 
moistly parted lips. The little slit in the center of the hardened 
rubbery-like flesh appeared dilated, and a tiny drop of clear seminal fluid 
could be seen tucked just inside the small opening as she reached timidly 
out and encircled the hard, hot column of male flesh with her fingers. She 
gripped it fearfully and ran her tight clenched fingers over its long 
pulsating length, and it swelled up even larger as her hand reached its wide 
base. Taking it all in, the wiry pubic hairs, the extended smooth sac 
containing his heavy balls, the little blue veins pulsing with each beat of 
his heart, she leaned slowly forward until her moistened half-open mouth was 
but an inch from its rounded bulging tip. With a sigh of total submission 
coming from her throat, she flicked her tongue tentatively out to taste and 
lick up the one clear drop of pre-ejaculate. 

Her repulsion was immediately gone at the strong pungent taste, the rubbery 
texture, all suddenly seeming desirable, and she bent to her assigned task, 
her churning insides transformed again into a passionate need and 
sex-hunger. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to pump his hot load of male 
semen into her welcoming belly, and she knew the experience would set her on 
fire. 

"Oh, Sarah ... take it in your sweet mouth!" Running her quivering little 
tongue around the thick pulsating head once more, she pulled back slightly 
to make a tiny tight oval with her wet sensuous mouth. Then leaning forward, 
she kissed the lust-swollen tip again, gradually widening her full-lipped 
mouth to take it into her rapidly salivating warmth. 

"Ohh yes! Suck it like that!" Harlan groaned, and he arched his hips forward 
until the entire swollen head of his excitedly throbbing cock was inserted 
inside her soft warm mouth. 

Her teeth bit down lightly on the smooth spongy flesh and her tongue twirled 
rapidly as she widened her mouth to take even more of his pulsating shaft 
inside. It was her own strange excitement that made her start to 
rhythmically bob her head, each stroke of her tightly compressed lips moving 
further along the rock-hard shaft. The huge desire-swollen head of his cock 
alternately touched the depths of her mouth then pulled her wetly clinging 
lips outward. Her oral cavity was^Hled by his jerking thickness, but still 
she wanted more, sucking and stroking it salaciously with her tongue as her 
belly suddenly screamed for his hot white semen. 

"That's it, baby! Suck it like that!" Harlan groaned as he stared down at 
her, watching her cheeks bloating and hollowing lewdly as she sucked and 
pumped on his long erect cock. And fucking her obviously virgin mouth was 
going to be just the beginning! 

The kneeling young wife worked furiously, her panty-less vagina moist and 
steaming while she sucked on the producer's thick hot penis. Gripping the 
base of his long hard shaft with her left hand, she dropped her right hand 
down between her throbbing thighs and no longer ashamed of her awakened 
sexuality, immediately began rubbing her little lust-hardened clitoris. 
Wanting an orgasm as she made Thompson climax eruptingly at the same time, 
she was beginning to understand why her husband, Bill, had been so impatient 
with her. It made sense now as she realized how childish she had been to 
deny him, and herself, such incredible pleasure. 

The subserviently kneeling woman's head was like a sucking machine, bobbing 
steadily back and forth while tiny beads of sweat covered her forehead, and 
her rippling belly seemed to take a giant leap into an intense passion she 
had not experienced before. Forgotten was her initial revulsion, her 
adversion to sex, and she thought she would go mad if she didn't climax 
soon. All that mattered now was sexual fulfillment achieved any way in any 
obscene form - self-induced or otherwise. Now she understood her needs; her 
sensual appetite, and she admitted to herself that she loved sex, of any 
kind! 

Her wildly palpitating vagina was on fire, and she stopped her persistent 
rubbing of her aroused clitoris to insert her long extended middle finger 
into the tight, wet channel of her burning cunt. Without breaking the rhythm 
of her lust-inspired cock-sucking, she parted the moist hair-lined slit of 
her wet quivering cunt and curved her finger into her hungrily clasping 
vagina. She inserted it as deep as possible, then stroked in at the same 
rapid speed as Harlan's massively thickened cock sawing in and out of her 
hot devouring mouth. Sarah sucked and bit and bobbed on the hard throbbing 
penis while she angled her hips to dip further with the outstretched middle 
finger buried deep in her wetly heated cunt. She was almost there, and she 
knew that he was too. 

"Mmmmmmm!" Her deep moan echoed from somewhere in her muffled throat as her 
entire naked body was suddenly launched toward orgasm. She drove her finger 
rapidly in and out of her hot searing cunt, adding a second finger as her 
lust-tautened belly began to jerk with explosive climax. Every muscle, every 
nerve and fiber of her sensually awakened body was sensitized to the 
overwhelming lustful sensation tearing through her. It was a screaming, 
volcanic eruption of fiery passion all around her as he; mind-blowing orgasm 
flooded her boiling cuntal passage with the thick secretions of her cumming. 

Harlan saw that she was orgasming as she pushed her fingers deep up in her 
nakedly writhing cunt, and the sight so aroused him that his thick throbbing 
cock swelled up to tremendous size as he shoved it deep down her open 
throat. "Suck it baby ... yeah! I'mm cumminggg!" he yelled, and her soft 
warm-mouth closed tightly around his spewing cock, her hand automatically 
pumping around the short length that remained outside as his sperm-filled 
balls released his hot sticky cum from captivity. It came up the long 
jerking length of his cock and blasted out from the hugely swollen tip like 
an artillery salvo from a canon. 

The sudden heated burst deep in her throat caught Sarah by surprise, and she 
felt like her mouth was being tilled with thick spurting liquid from a giant 
pump. Opening her throat and gulping as fast as she could, she again tasted 
the pungent heat of his erupting cum, only now it was coming in rapid 
tremendous spurts. She was being flooded with it, and she had to suck 
furiously to keep up with the monumental gushing load. As the realization of 
his climax hit her with full force, it was like icing on a cake, and again 
her passionately quivering belly was sent into leaping spasms of joy. She 
didn't think anything could be better, and she lapped at the wildly spewing 
shaft, licking and sucking it all in, gulping it down into her belly. 

Harlan groaned in ecstasy as he watched Sarah's cheeks bloat and hollow in 
her desperate effort to drink in all of his thick heated sperm. Her final 
transformation from puritanical uncertainty to a woman capable of incredible 
heights of lewd arousal was surprising even to him, for the sexy young 
blonde was like a wild animal hungry for any sexual pleasure. Her fingers 
sawed rapidly in and out of her moist glistening cunt as her own excited 
cuntal fluids slowly flowed down between her thighs, and all the while her 
warm soft mouth and tongue kept sucking x]n his still shooting cock as if to 
drain him dry. But Harlan wasn't finished yet, and he pushed her head away, 
pulling his hard glistening shaft from her lust-hungry throat. 

The kneeling blonde, looked disappointed, her eyes flashing with lust, and 
she jumped onto the large bed, stretching out on her back and spreading her 
legs out suggestively wide. She saw her own reflection in the mirrored 
ceiling, and it was a nakedly heaving woman crazy with lust and desire. 
Between her outstretched white thighs was her blonde, hair-lined pussy slit, 
pink flared inner lips, the tight warm mouth of her wetly quivering cunt. 
And she arched her firm young buttocks up from the bed, grinding and 
circling her excitedly aroused vagina in open lewd invitation to Harlan. She 
lowered her eyes to his still rigidly thick cock, and her tongue ran across 
her lips, lapping up the remaining traces of his warm clinging cum as she 
begged, "Fuck me! Please, now, fuck me good!" 

The television producer grinned at seeing the young blonde wife so 
shamelessly aroused, her writhing gyrations wanton and lewd, and he moved to 
the bed, leaning forward between her tapered wide-spread legs until the 
blunt gleaming head of his stiffly pulsating cock was pressing into the soft 
folds of her hot velvety vagina. He was in a hurry now, as he knew it was 
almost time for her to meet the second man. 

Frantically reaching around her full, rounded breasts, Sarah gripped the 
rigidly throbbing shaft in her hand while her other hand parted the moistly 
swollen lips of her passion-inflamed cunt to clear the way for his entrance. 
Grinning, Harlan pushed his hips forward and watched almost mesmerized as 
his thick white cock thrust slowly up into her tight Bttle cunt, driving 
deeper and deeper into her hotly pulsating flesh. There was no stopping, 
nothing in his way, and in one heated surge of lust, he buried his long hard 
shaft all the way up inside her, where the rippling cuntal walls lovingly 
massaged and milked his excited manhood. 

"Ooooohhhh!" Sarah cried out, feeling every sensuous ridge and wrinkle of 
his thickly throbbing penis as it filled her to near bursting size. It was 
what she wanted, and she angled her hips impatiently up, forcing her legs 
wider apart in a lust-hungry effort to take more of him inside. "Hard! 
Fast!" she grunted in her sexual stupor. "Fuck me til the end of the world!" 

But Harlan rolled his hips slowly, teasing her into even greater anguished 
arousal. She bumped and ground her excited pussy against his throbbing hard 
shaft like a lust-crazed animal, and he pushed harder and deeper, flexing 
his thickly swollen head into her soft tender cervix. Slow and easy, he 
thought, because there's plenty more coming. 

The door opened, swinging wide and striking the wall with a loud bang, and 
Sarah turned her head to see a tall naked man in the doorway. As the 
stranger approached the bed, she was confused but fascinated in her 
lust-deranged mind until she saw the others in the hallway and realized they 
too were naked! And suddenly she knew what the party was all about. 

"Sarah, this is Curt Anderson," Harlan said, nodding his head and smiling. 
"As you can see, he's most anxious to get to know you!" With that, Thompson 
rolled over on his back taking the astounded young wife with him. 

She was locked against Harlan's naked body, his strong arms holding her 
tight against his chest, and her legs were forced out obscenely wide by his 
knees. She was on top, and her nakedly uplifted buttocks were clearly 
visible and open to the new man's view. 

"Her asshole's virgin, Curt, and you're welcome to it!" 

"My pleasure,* the tall man said, and he knelt down on the bed in position 
to act. 

In her aroused state, Sarah was willing to try almost anything, and she 
didn't really consider what the men were going to do. She was excited, drunk 
with lust, and she leached back and eagerly pulled the cheeks of her 
shamelessly exposed buttocks wide apart. Harlan's hotly pulsating cock was 
plunging to her cervix, and she was grunting for more, wanting' him to fuck 
even harder. Then she felt Curt's outstretched middle finger probing against 
her tiny virginal anus, the tightly resisting ring of flesh holding, then 
giving way, and she leaned forward forcing her muscles to relax. 

"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" she squealed as his finger tore into her formerly chaste 
rectum, and the-searing discomfort continued as he worked it feverishly 
around to stretch her tiny puckered anus, preparing it for the greater entry 
to come. The combination of pleasure and pain that racked her shamelessly 
aroused body was overwhelming, and she fucked back against the two 
instruments, almost frantic with the need to have two penises fucking into 
her cock-hungry belly. Within seconds, he pulled his finger from her tightly 
puckering anus, and she felt her ass-cheeks pulled wider apart with his 
thumbs, then a tremendous stretching pressure against her tight little anus. 
Curt Anderson was not a patient man. 

"Ooooohhhh, God! It hurts, ooohhhh, it hurts!" She screamed, but she pushed 
her trembling hips back against his heated thickness anyway. Curt held her 
shoulders firmly as he shoved hard forward, his large throbbing cock stiff 
and eager to enter her heated virginal rectum. For a moment her powerful 
anal sphincter muscles resisted, but then shoving forward with all his 
strength, the thick head of his lust-knotted cock suddenly popped inside the 
tight elastic anal ring. She was stretched to impossible size, but in his 
callous determination, he thrust hard forward again and again, slowly 
hammering his massively heated cock to the hilt. " Aaaaggghhhh! 
Aaaaggghhhhh! AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" She cried in agony over and over from the 
searing pain streaking through her frantically squirming body, as his thick 
heated penis bored into her small rubbery rectum like a red-hot poker. But 
then, moments later, her pleas gradually turned from helpless whimperings to 
abandoned sobs of ecstasy as she felt both throbbingly hard cocks bucking 
and jerking deep up inside her belly. She groaned aloud as both producer and 
advertiser skewered her like a ragdoll between them, their rapidly pistoning 
shafts separated only by the thin membrane dividing her two passages. They 
began to fuck into her simultaneously, their timing somehow coming together 
as they both withdrew their lust-hardened shafts until only the bulging 
cock-heads remained inside her. Curt's was held by the tight spincter 
muscle, and Harlan's by the wetly clasping lips of her insatiable little 
cunt. Then both rammed forward in unison, driving deep inside her, and their 
heatedly plunging shafts pushed against each other along the parallel 
channels of her vaginal and rectal passages. 

"Ooooohhhh, God! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Sarah moaned. "More! Give me 
MORE!" They gave her more, fucking her with a constant rhythm that turned 
her shamelessly aroused young body into a raging torrent of magnificent 
lascivious fire. Again and again they pounded against her wet widespread 
loins, each to his separate tantalizing orifice, each working together in 
maddening sadistic harmony. $he didn't want the ravishment to ever end ... 
she loved it... LOVED IT! 

Other people were in the room now, naked couples fondling and groping 
excitedly for each other as they too were caught up in the feverish 
excitement. Bill and Mona were there, aroused as they watched the total and 
irrevocable debasement and humiliation of Bill's once innocent wife. On the 
bed the trio's insane fucking was becoming faster and faster, all of them 
grunting and groaning their mutual ecstasy as they quickly neared orgasm. 
The gathered people stared, seeing Sarah's ripely dangling breasts swinging 
from the brutal force of the two long hard shafts, her mouth laxly open, 
tongue licking around her wetly parted lips, her eyes glazed with supreme 
passion as she came closer ... closer. 

Sarah shuddered and groaned loudly as she felt the growing heated spasms in 
her belly building to greater and more powerful passionate intensity. Never 
had anything been so wonderful, two men simultaneously fucking her naked 
body with their huge, thick cocks, filling her helpless loins with their 
cruel, stiffened flesh. Though delirious with her lusting passion, she 
momentarily became aware of the others now in the room. Her eyes rolling up, 
she glimpsed her husband watching, Mona, too, and on her knees thirstily 
sucking Bill off, and Sarah realized that she loved her husband now more 
than ever. Everything was beautifully clear. Bill was right about sex and 
she had been wrong - terribly wrong! And as her body soared on a flight of 
orgiastic oblivion, Sarah silently vowed to make up all the months of 
frustration, to give her husband all that had been denied in the past. 

"Ooooohhhh! Oooohhhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck mmmeeeee!" Sarah was in heaven when 
Harlan suddenly drove his rigidly jerking penis deep into her hot, 
contracting cunt, his thick cockhead swelling up to mammoth proportions as 
he grunted and twisted insanely beneath her. 

"Going to cum ... nnnnoooowwwww!" 

The producer's madly ejaculating cock spewed his sizzling hot cum deep up 
inside her tightly contracting cunt, and almost with the same motion, the 
advertiser shoved his groin hard against her nakedly writhing buttocks, his 
cockhead buried far up in her convulsing young rectum and suddenly 
exploding. 

Sarah screamed once, "Aaagghhh!" And again, "Aaaggghhh!" And finally, 
"Fmmmmm cuuummmiinngggg!" as her body erupted like a shower of sparks in her 
passionate flight of ecstasy. 

Everyone at the Thompson's was pushing into the room, all naked, writhing 
and crying out joyously. They knew that the party had officially begun. 

Chapter Nine 

Bill Cole wandered down the row of dresses casually examining those that 
looked interesting. Warm colors, in the red tones, were his favorites, but 
to satisfy his wife it also had to be sexy. He spotted a likely prospect and 
moved to pull it off the rack, and he jumped as the dress seemed to pull 
back. 

"Hey!" Sarah yelped from the opposite side of the rack. "I see we are 
thinking alike, darling!" 

Bill laughed and released his hold of the dress so that his wife could pull 
it through to her side. It was to be her birthday present, but he felt 
better about having her make the final choice. He wandered further down the 
row, his thoughts now drifting away from new clothes. What Sarah had said 
about the dress was true of them in most every way, they were thinking 
alike, and they owed that pleasant state of their relationship to the 
Thompsons. Sarah had surely changed, but then so had he. In fact, their 
whole life had changed, drastically, but they both agreed it was positively 
for the better. 

A distraction crossed his view, and Bill stopped to stare. She was a redhead 
in her early twenties with a dazzling smile and a body to match. She was 
dressed conservatively, but her clothes failed to hide her lush young form. 
Just looking at her made his cock twitch responsively, and his eyes followed 
her until she turned up the aisle where Sarah was. He wondered if his wife 
would talk to the sexy young girl, so he moved back down the row to listen. 

He couldn't see them, but he heard Sarah making idle small talk about the 
price of clothes. Then she was apparently holding the dress up against her 
body, as she asked the young woman how she thought it would look. 

"Very nice," the redhead said, "But it does seem terribly revealing!" 

"Yes, I agree," Sarah answered. "But it's fun to pretend sometimes, don't 
you agree?" 

The girl nodded and smiled sheepishly as she looked at Sarah and the dress. 
Then her eyes suddenly widened in recognition. "Say, aren't you the Wilson 
Coffee girl I see in all those television commercials?" She was openly 
excited and obviously impressed. 

Sarah smiled sweetly. "Wilson Coffee, it's the best!" she sang. "I'm 
flattered that you recognized me." 

"We see you at least three times a night," the girl said. "Boy, is my 
husband going to be sorry he didn't come in with me now! I think your 
commercials are the only ones he watches," she exclaimed, and then she added 
with a hint of jealousy in her voice, "He practically drools on the set!" 
She giggled and looked a little ashamed for being so blunt. "I really do 
admire you." 

"You're very kind," Sarah said. "But those commercials are just a trick!" 

Bill got the message, and he quickly started around the clothes rack to join 
in the conversation. He knew that Sarah was getting ready to set the sales 
girl up. She would invite the girl and her husband to see their new home in 
Encino, and then, Bill thought, excitedly, he would gladly initiate the 
curvaceous redhead into their swap club. As he approached Sarah and the 
girl, putting on his best smile, he couldn't help thinking that Mona and 
Harlan would also be pleased with their new young conquests. 


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