SE-225 The Swap-Partners Game
By Gretchen Wilcox


CHAPTER ONE

Martin Stone ripped the sheet of paper from his typewriter, crumbling it angrily and hurting it at the wall. How the hell could a writer tackle pap like they wanted for TV scripts today, with such sexless, goody-goody lead roles?

Didn't anybody in the business ever realize that men and women fuck... not to mention fuck around with everybody's else's husbands and wives?

In fact, a hell of a lot of them were like his own wife Eve, ready for a sex brawl at the drop of an eyelid by either a man or a woman... or both at the same time!

Eve and her goddamned "swap meets" were something he could get his teeth into as a theme, but where the hell would he sell it?

Marty leaned back wearily in his chair, running his hand through his pepper-and-salt colored hair, staring at the shelf that held the specially bound movie scripts he had authored. Seventeen of them, in addition to nine hard-cover books that he'd written in the last twenty years.

Damn those production unions! They had driven up the costs of making a movie so high that almost all the films were now being made in Europe! Killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.

He rolled a fresh sheet of paper into the typewriter, then sat staring at it wistfully. What the hell was he blaming the unions for when he was really the one to blame? The well of ideas had just run dry, that was all... or maybe all his incentive and ambition had been sucked dry by Eve and her crowd.

He wondered listlessly where the old zip and fire had gone. What had happened to the challenge that used to send a tingle up his spine when he tackled a movie script or a TV assignment? Who, and what, in the hell was he beating his brains out for now? Surely not Eve.

He felt like a rudderless ship. Where was he going? What did he really have as a goal, anymore?

Had Eve finally managed to de-ball him?

How long had it been since a woman's smile, or the sight of her naked body excited him...

Just at that moment, as if it were part of a script, Eve walked into Marty's large den-writing workshop, clad in a skimpy green bikini. She had come from the pool, though since she never did more than dangle her feet in it, she wasn't wet. She had a trim, but mature figure that lent itself well to the expensive clothes she constantly wore, and even when she was naked, there were few signs to indicate her forty-three years.

But it was something more than physical: Eve displayed a shrewish, too-long-married attitude. Now, as she eyed her husband, her eyes became cruel and her mouth set in a grim line that made her look much older. She turned her back as she came over beside his chair, cooing, "Unfasten my bra, Marty."

It was an old trick of hers. She was proud of her body, and she used it as a weapon on him. She delighted in having him go through all the motions of a lover, then denying him any fulfillment when he finally managed to work up the interest.

Marty sighed and reached up and unfastened her bikini top. She turned around, boldly showing off her full, wide-set' round breasts. They were probably the most exciting thing about her body, he thought, remembering wistfully how she used to drive him wild.

Eve smirked at her tired writer-husband as he let his eyes dwell on her breasts, then she wriggled out of her bikini bottoms and watched his glance move downward to the soft triangle of natural red hair that formed a "vee" over her naked pussy.

She posed lewdly, holding the flimsy garments against her hips so they did not conceal any of her feminine charms.

"It's too bad you can't get it up for me anymore, Marty," she said sarcastically. "Once in awhile, an hour in the sun makes me horny."

She watched the dark anger form in his eyes, enjoying it. Marty felt vicious, and he reached out and touched her pubic hair, spreading it with his fingers, pretending to study it closely.

"Aren't you getting a little gray, Eve?" His tone matched hers in sarcasm. He wanted to put her down... hard. "Why not have that dyed, too?"

His redheaded wife smirked down at him.

"That's not gray, dear... and it certainly isn't cobwebs! It's probably a little stale cum that I didn't wash off!"

Stone recoiled from her as if she were a poisonous snake.

"You bitch!" He spat at her.

He tried to recall the last time he had fucked his wife. Months ago. His mouth twisted at the irony of it.

"How would you like to lie down on the floor and get a good fucking?" He said suddenly, rising quickly and beginning to unbuckle his belt.

Eve backed away, still flaunting her breasts and pussy provocatively. "Don't make me laugh, lover! When I want to be fucked, I want a man to do it... not some worn-out, written-out old has-been!"

The last was a gut shot that hurt, deep. It had been almost seven months since Martin Stone, hack writer, had made a sale, and that had been a chapter in a series that appealed to lovers of kids and dogs. Clean. Sterile. Pap.

"You're still able to live the way you like... and it's still on money I've earned!" he said defensively.

"True, lover, but you're getting quite close to the cushion. How long do you think the residuals from that TV series fives years ago are going to last? You've been in the business a long time, so you know the old adage, 'but what have you done lately'?"

Marty looked at her coldly, feeling no emotion as his eyes ran over her once-arousing body. Then he pinned her eyes with a steely, hateful stare. "It's hard to work for a slut!"

"You're not working for anybody!" Eve shot back. "You're living on residuals and dreams, and pretty soon they'll both run out. And when they go, I go, too! You don't think I'm going to pour any of my money down this rathole of a marriage, do you?"

"Nobody's asked you yet!" She recoiled slightly as he moved forward, his fists clenched. "Save it for those young studs you support... the ones you pay for putting their cocks in your goddamn ice-cold cunt."

Eve walked naked toward the door, then turned and waved a finger at him. "Jealousy, jealousy. Don't you wish you had one that I'd pay to have shoved in my pussy?"

She closed the den door behind her, leaving Martin Stone to smash one fist into the other palm in impotent fury.

Her daily scene. She couldn't go a day without tormenting him about his growing disinterest in her... sexually and in almost every other way. And she was wreaking havoc on his formerly productive mind, almost as if she were trying to destroy him as a man and as a person.

As a writer, he had often dealt with the unanswered question', "Where does love go?" But he had never seriously pondered the question, "Where does sexual desire go?"

Marty was positive that he could still get it up. But Eve just wasn't enough to get the old blood boiling anymore. She never had had the freshness that he associated with a new wife. Of course, he had known she was no virgin, yet Eve had approached the marriage with the attitude:

"All right, lover, turn me on and keep me turned on."

Now, she appealed to him sexually about as much as a cheap Mexican whore. And she certainly made it obvious enough that he had no sexual appeal for her.

He pondered the question that had plagued him for many years: what had they ever really seen in one another? It had all started when he wrote two TV dramatic shows that she had "the other woman" part in. They began to date, and six months later, they were married. But she had been like a piece of French pastry, he reflected sourly... glamorous, crisp, enticing on the outside, but disappointing underneath all the fancy frosting.



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Ironically, as she stood naked before her full-length mirror, Eve Stone was thinking along similar lines.

What in hell had she ever seen in Martin Stone? He was the perfect image of a writer, now that she looked back on it. Introverted, serious, seldom outwardly happy, studious, intellectual... like the machine that he used to make his living.

Words! That's what she had fallen in love with! His beautiful, sensitive words that flowed so beautifully from his fictional characters' lips. But it hadn't taken her a month of marriage to realize that he lived in a world of fictional characters, storybook princes and Cinderellas, where sex wasn't even on the list of essentials for the good, exciting life!

Not that her husband hadn't been good in bed at first. He was a handsome man with a fine body, but sex to Marty was so tangled up with emotional love that it would take a girl from the 18th century to appreciate or go along with it.

Eve eyed her body vainly. Her eyes sparkled as she ran her hands lovingly over her firm full breasts, then down over her youthful stomach, and finally through the soft russet curls mantling her pussy mound.

Sex was the name of the game. Everything else really was habit, like eating or sleeping. "The only real pleasure and excitement in the world comes from having a new, different, exciting man make love to you," she thought, frowning suddenly... "or woman."

A guilty pang hit her as the vision of Shirley Mason flashed through her mind. Sultry, dark-haired Shirley would be at Ron Calder's place tonight along with all the other exciting young people. She'd been there twice before, and the sparks had arced suggestively between her and Eve. Eve felt that Shirley understood the communication much better than she did, but both of them knew that sex was at the bottom of it.

Eve donned a sheer white dress that left little to the imagination. She wore no brassiere, and the outlines of her breasts were clear beneath the material, including the dark, distended nipples, and also the shadowy "vee" that was her pubic hair.

Her glossy red hair was worn shoulder length, and as she smiled and shook her head before the mirror, dark and light glints reflected different shades as the light caught it. She was, she decided, an altogether sexually attractive and physically beautiful woman, good competition for a woman of any age.

Minutes later, she stood in the open door of Marty's den in a provocative pose. He glanced at her unconcernedly as she said. "I'm going out, Marty. I'll be home when I get here. Do I look all right?"

Martin Stone looked his wife up and down, his lip curling back as he saw how much of her voluptuously proportioned body was displayed by the daring dress.

"All right for what?" he asked sarcastically.

"Fuck you!" Eve snapped, moving quickly and slamming the door behind her. Marty sat at his typewriter, his jaw set firmly. He took a fresh piece of typing paper, inserted it in his typewriter and rolled it down part way. He quickly typed the title: THE SEX FOOLS, and underneath it, his by-line.

Maybe some people still liked books that ran true to life, he thought grimly. And if they liked the book, there was always the possibility of a movie being made of it. He already had the cast of characters. And they would know who they were... those of them who ever bothered to read books!



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Eve Stone was one of those women who loved to make the grand entrance. She was always late, for this reason. And that night when she walked into the posh, bachelor-oriented atmosphere of Ron Calder's rented house, high on a hillside in Sherman Oaks, in the San Fernando Valley, she accomplished her purpose.

There were seven people there... four men and three women. The men were all about the same age, none over twenty-eight, while the three women ranged from a ripe eighteen to a lush thirty-eight and forty. Eve was the oldest, but she looked far younger than the women who were nearer her age.

That she was popular was evident as all of them came forward, the men kissing her, one hurrying to fix a drink, while the women patted her shoulder and stroked her arm intimately, as if each were vying for her attention and favor.

Martini in hand, Eve ate it all up, smiling, posing, acting her sexy best.

"Don't wait for me," she called gaily. "Get something going and I'll catch up... I promise!"

It became quickly obvious that this group had engaged in sex orgies before. The young men gravitated toward their favorite partners, and Eve beamed when the host, Ron Calder, singled her out and hung his arm casually over her shoulder.

"Sex, anyone?" he asked coyly. Eve nodded willingly as he unzipped the back of her dress and nudged it from her body. While his lips kissed the nape of her neck, his hands were busily caressing her uptilted breasts and rapidly moistening pussy, her thighs and her quivering white buttocks.

Eve was titillated by the young man's eager touch, and as she slowly undressed him in turn, she divided her interest between his virile, exceptionally muscular body, and what was taking place on the other side of the room between a long-haired blond stud, and dark-haired Shirley Mason. The significant thing to Eve was that Shirley was also eyeing her, a soft smile on her face as the young man stripped her, then knelt up between her lazily spread legs and began to tongue her glistening pussy.

Every lick and kiss the man made up between Shirley's welcoming thighs seemed intended as a message to Eve, telling her that whatever Ron might do for her sexually, it could be more exciting to try it with Shirley. And Eve was convinced she would try it before the evening was out.

Almost as if a silent signal has sounded, everyone looked over toward Ron, who was now busily engaged in kissing the desire-stiffened nipples of Eve's breasts while his middle finger delved deep into her swollen pussy, massaging the elusive little pleasure button of her clitoris. She was gasping with pleasure, breathing heavily as she looked at the other couples making the opening moves in their favorite sex games.

"Movies or not?" Ron asked slyly. He waved a hand toward the bedrooms, one of which was a miniature movie studio, complete with stage lights, cameras and a huge bed.

The couples looked at one another, and then one by one shook their heads no.

"How about you, doll?" Ron asked Eve, "I can set it on automatic, if you want to?"

"No, let's try it here. It's more fun when we can watch the others."

"Okay, then," the stalwart young man laughed, pushing her down on a studio couch and spreading her legs. He began to lick the inside of her thighs, while his fingers busily explored her hungering pussy, playing with her lust-inflamed clitoris and pressing deep up between her red-fringed cuntal lips to massage the warm wet inner flesh of her vagina.

Eve gasped as his tongue came nearer and nearer to her yearning pussy, and she reached down and grabbed his wavy hair, pulling his mouth urgently to her loins.

His tongue made a sudden dart inside her flowering cunt-lips, chasing the elusive nub of her clitoris as it danced about, then straddling it with two fingers to hold it still while he licked and sucked the swollen bud. One finger of his other hand stole in between the widespread cheeks of her buttocks and toyed with the tight little circle of her anus, titillating her even more, driving the gasping redhead wild with a need to be filled.

As his tongue moved into her pussy deeper and with more friction, Eve guided the rhythm of his thrusts with her hands on his head, and to add to the thrill for her, she caught the eyes of Shirley Mason. They exchanged smiles that gave silent promises and as Eve looked down, watching the bobbing head of Ron Calder between her legs, feeling his teeth nibble gently at her clitoris, his middle finger stimulating her anus while his thumb fucked rapid fire into her contracting vagina, she attained a quick, but very satisfying orgasm.

As she felt wave after wave of passion sweep over her, Eve again looked over to where a dark, Latin-looking youth was now working on Shirley from the rear. Shirley was bent over lewdly on her hands and knees on the floor, and the man was kneeling up behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his thick, blood-engorged penis plunging deep into Shirley's vagina from between her wiggling ass-cheeks.

Shirley's eyes were hazy with pleasure and Eve wished she had the nerve to walk over, spread her own legs and let the other girl go to work on her hot pussy with mouth and tongue.

But that would come soon, Eve reassured herself. There was too much electricity generated between them to turn it off now.

As Shirley Mason groaned out her orgasm in a series of violent back-thrusting movements of her buttocks, and her current lover drove his cock deeper and harder into her spasming vagina, the watching Eve became almost as aroused as if she herself were cumming again.

"Like me to do it to you that way, too, baby?" Ron brought her out of her fantasy with the question. He was panting beside her, her breast naked in his palm, his fingers toying with her taut nipple. His other hand was busy caressing the long rigid shaft of his cock in bald hint that he, too, was eager to be satisfied.

Eve's gaze dropped hungrily to her host's massive upstanding penis. If he fucked her from the back, he would be in so deep inside her that it was bound to be a thrill. She stood up and spread her feet apart on the carpet, leaning forward so that her hands rested on the arm of the couch.

Poised there with her ass-cheeks spread and the tiny puckered ring of her anus lewdly exposed above a few wispy red curls of her pubic hair, she was enough to make Ron Calder's cock lurch in lustful anticipation. Quickly he positioned himself behind her, his legs slightly bent, as he used the fingers of one hand to spread open the hair-trimmed lips of her pussy from the rear. He pushed up close against the tender cushion of Eve's buttocks, and slowly forced the thick bulbous head of his cock deep into her slippery wet vaginal slit. At once, he began a demanding in and out pistoning motion, putting his hands on her hips and maneuvering them to accommodate his cunt-plumbing strokes.

"Ooooohhhh, unngghhh!" Eve groaned as her molten pussy stretched to fit him like a glove. "Oh god, lover, that feels good!"

Ron straightened a bit, looking down lustfully at the obscene sight of his angry red rod of flesh up between the soft milk-whiteness of Eve's thighs. She was relaxed, allowing Ron to handle the movements, her whole body reacting to the deep hard thrusting of his cock. As she felt him quicken his strokes, she sensed that he was about to cum, and in haste to cum with him she thrust two fingers into the crevice of her desire-moistened pussy to massage her pulsating clitoris. She automatically matched the lunging, rhythmic strokes that were bringing chills of sensual excitement to the deepest recesses of her clasping pussy while her own fingers bobbled and taunted and furiously rubbed the taut little button that was the center of her passion. As she felt Ron's lust-heated cum spewing violently against the inner walls of her vagina, a wave of thrilling fulfillment washed over her nakedly shuddering body.

"Aaah, aaah, aaah! Oh Ron, darling, yess! I'm cumming," she moaned, only one arm braced on the couch arm now.

Slowly Ron abated his plunging strokes, and finally he stopped, leaning heavily forward on Eve's naked back sated, panting in sexual exhaustion.

Soon he recovered and stood up. "Not bad, baby!" he told Eve with a wink and a pat on her buttocks. Then he called to the others, "Let's switch, gang. Work it out any way you want... I'll be happy with what I get." He grinned lecherously as he eyed the naked bodies and ambled over to sandwich the eighteen year old brunette with one of the other guys.

Eve's eyes were on Shirley Mason now. It had been impossible to forget her fantasy about that dark-haired vixen making love to her; even during the height of her thrills with Ron, Eve had been thinking about Shirley. Now she decided to be bold and let the rest of the group think what they chose. She knew what she wanted and was used to getting exactly that.

She walked over to stand before Shirley, her hands placed provocatively on her flaring hips, her pelvis jutting out obscenely to expose her curl-fringed pink vaginal lips. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as she said in a husky voice, "I think we both know who we want to make love to."

Shirley smiled happily, a look of triumph lighting her face. She stood up, took Eve's hand, and together they walked toward one of the bedrooms. The others looked at each other knowingly, sly smiles on their faces, and proceeded to liven up the orgy with new combinations.

Once inside the bedroom, Eve turned quickly and faced Shirley, who stood leaning against the door. They were almost completely opposite in form and facial features. Eve's red hair contrasted sharply with Shirley's dark locks, and Shirley was a matronly, full-blown woman, well-proportioned but buxom while Eve was more willowy, more youthful in appearance. But both were handsome women, each in her own way.

Their eyes roved hungrily over each other's naked flesh, and both women's nipples were taut and hardened as their lesbian desires mounted rapidly.

Shirley made the first move. Her hand reached out to one of Eve's taut-nippled breasts, caressing the alabaster flesh gently as Eve moved nearer, her lips parted in invitation. Shirley's lips pressed close, and as she slid her tongue inside Eve's mouth, Eve shuddered with the new sensation. Her own tongue began to slide responsively in and out of her lover's lips, meeting, tangling, lashing in a torrid kiss.

Wordlessly, their hands stroked and teased each other's cum-moistened pussies, their fingers lewdly exploring. Hot flesh touched hot flesh, and their breathing grew rapid until neither could stand the pressure to fulfill such potent sexual desires.

Eve lay back on the bed at her girl friend's gentle urging, her long, slim legs spread wide, exposing the damp, pink flesh of her cunt. Shirley lay down on top of her, squirming around until her own yearning pussy was directly over Eve's, and slowly she began rolling her hips about as she caressed Eve's breasts with both hands and kissed her hungrily on the mouth.

Eve found it strangely exciting, and her hands went to Shirley's buttocks, helping to guide her movements so that her own sensation-filled clitoris rubbed maddeningly against Shirley's, and the blood-flushed outer lips of their pussies met hotly.

Slowly, Shirley began to slide downward, her lips and teeth busy nibbling and sucking at Eve's tender breasts. Down past their voluptuous softness she moved until her tongue reached Eve's navel, causing forbidden thrills to course through the gasping redhead's spread-eagled body.

Eve spread her legs even wider as Shirley moved down in between her thighs. With her pussy aching to be touched, she felt Shirley's fingers spread open the fleshy lips and toy with her pulsing clitoris for a moment. Then the younger woman's mouth closed wetly over Eve's steaming cuntal flesh, and her tongue rubbed hard against Eve's clitoris as she sucked to draw the hot wet nubbin of flesh up into her eager mouth.

Her fingernails were digging harshly into the soft flesh of Eve's buttocks as she sucked and licked in wild abandon.

Eve trembled and moaned, her eyes wide with delight. She raised her head up slightly so she could see Shirley's face buried in her russet pussy-hair. The younger woman's eyes closed, and a look of utter lust transfixed her face.

With a groan of helpless arousal, Eve let her body go in complete abandon to her sexual needs, moving her buttocks wildly up and down now to meet the lewdly probing tongue and sucking mouth of her new female lover. And as she felt a hot flood of illicit passion stream over her pinioned body, she gasped aloud, "Oh Shirl... darling... I'm cumming... Oh, oh... suck me... suck me to heaven!"

After a few moments of belly-rippling spasms, the middle-aged writer's wife lay spent, completely satisfied after her tension-filled climax. Her fingers idly rumpled Shirley's dark hair as the brunette continued to gently tongue her sated vagina.

Then Eve gently pushed her friend away, turning her over on her back. The older woman's eyes became greedy as she spread the lips of Shirley's cunt and saw the moist pink inner flesh glistening with Shirley's own vaginal secretions, waiting for Eve's pleasure-giving tongue.

She couldn't wait to feel her tongue slide inside to taste the musk of Shirley's cunt, and once she felt her lover's body respond violently, Eve became animalistic in her fervor. She licked and sucked and bit at the hot pussy flesh as the groaning brunette bucked and writhed wildly, matching Eve in her sexual ardor.

At last, in a series of violent, jerking motions, Shirley climaxed in an orgasm that rocked her body with its sensual intensity. Moaning and gasping, she collapsed onto her back, motionless as Eve continued to caress her quivering cunt with hungry lips and searching fingers.

Eve was wallowing in a feeling of utter lust. She had never felt more completely sated than during this lewd lovemaking with another woman. She had sought and found all the sex thrills possible, and this had been the crowning experience. She continued to tongue-fuck Shirley, and her own salacious desired quickly rose again. As Shirley became aroused once more, she quickly shifted around on the bed so that each woman's face was close to the other's pussy. And then they began to caress each other, using their mouths, lips and tongues as well as their fingers, rolling wildly about the mattress, moaning and gasping as wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed their sapphically twined bodies.


CHAPTER TWO

Marty finished up the synopsis, reading the last few lines over with a sour grimace. It wasn't what he wanted, but with these damned format TV shows, there was little leeway for an imaginative writer. But, it would have to do, he decided, because he had drained his last store of determination and desire.

He put it in a briefcase and was putting on his jacket to leave for the studio, when the phone rang. He answered it impatiently, and looked irritated when the caller identified himself. Young, fresh-faced, wet-eared writers were always a pain in the ass, Marty thought, trying to be attentive.

"George King, Mr. Stone. Remember me... I worked with you for a time at Majestic?"

"Oh... yeah." Marty wasn't sure he did, but he wanted to get on with it.

"Well," King continued hesitantly, "I heard you were doing a lot of TV, and I... well, I want a favor."

"Nobody is doing a lot of TV!" Martin snapped testily. "... or much of anything else. But what do you want?"

"It's not really for myself, Mr. Stone," King went on. "It's my wife. You don't know her. We were only married a couple of years ago, after I knew you. She's a trained model, Mr. Stone, and a hell of a good actress, and I was wondering if you might get somebody to test her for some TV commercials?"

This young snot couldn't be very hep to what was happening in the movie and TV business, or to Martin Stone's influence in Hollywood, Stone reflected sourly.

"I'm not..." Marty started to say he wasn't a big wheel any longer, but instead, he ended lamely, "... not an agent, King."

"I know, but I know how respected you always were, and... well, if you'd just talk to Janice, my wife, you'd see that all she needs is a door to be opened."

"Oh, all right," Stone said in resignation. "I'll talk to her."

"Gosh! You will?" King bubbled excitedly. "Look, I can have her at your place in twenty minutes. They told me at the studio that you always work at home. How would that be?"

"Well, I..." Stone was in a quandary. He was anxious to get the synopsis to the Spartan people. But this eager young writer had touched a spark left somewhere inside him. He remembered when he had started out, and how badly he had needed a boost. And, it might be nice, talking to a young, unmarred model for a change. He'd seen enough of fading actresses and so-called models who were nothing more than high-priced call girls.

Besides, it would be better to visit Spartan in the morning, when he might talk with Joe Banner about the idea he had capsuled.

"All right, King. I'll see what I can do. Bring her on over."

"Oh, I can't do that!" King said. "I mean... '. I'm at work and there's an important meeting of the writers for this one show this afternoon. Is it all right if Jan comes alone?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Stone hesitated.

"Good. Half-hour at the most!" George King said gleefully. "And... well, thanks, Mr. Stone, thanks a million!"

After he hung up, Marty sat staring at the phone for a moment. He rose, trying to envision what this young woman would be like. He remembered King, now - a handsome, but naive, young kid fresh out of college. Never be a real top writer; just didn't have the talent. He'd been given several scenes to rewrite, since he showed a flair for dialogue, but that was about his limit.

Stone mixed himself a scotch and water and sipped it. It was something he seldom did in the daytime, but today he was feeling restless. Maybe he could work the old "casting couch" routine himself. Why not? Eve was out, even now, balling some young stud or other! And he surely wasn't getting any from her.

Stone lingered over his drink, pensive. What happens to people? he wondered. Eve and he had started out well enough, although she'd always tried to dominate the marriage. Resentment had built inside him over the years, but he had been able to keep his shoulders back and his head high, in spite of her cheap sex affairs, as long as he had been successful at his craft.

It was when he began to sink in income and in writing stature that Eve seemed to lead the enemy attack on his ego and his manhood.

Stone remembered bitterly that he hadn't had any exciting or even satisfying sex with his wife for at least three years. It was perfunctory on the rare occasions they did manage to try it, acting only as a release, as masturbation might, without fulfilling any deep sexual or emotional needs on the part of either one.

Marty poured a second drink, suddenly feeling the alcohol. He walked to the bathroom, and carefully combed his wavy graying hair to give it a youthful look, astonished at the way he was preening as if for a first date. But young King had said that his wife was really beautiful.

Why not? Marty shrugged, practicing his most disarming grin.

He had just taken the first sip of his second drink when the doorbell sounded. In spite of himself, he hurried to open the door, and actually gasped at the lust-inspiring young girl he found standing there!

Janice King was tall, and had the bluest eyes, the most golden hair, and the fullest, most sensual mouth Marty Stone had ever seen on a woman! Her beauty was so overwhelming that for a long moment, the writer just stared in open admiration.

"I'm Jan King," she smiled prettily, holding out her hand. "You must be Martin Stone?"

"Uh, yes... please come in," he stammered, flushing at his stupid actions.

He stood back and held the door wide and she entered gracefully. It was then that he got a good view of her body: lushly rounded buttocks that jiggled provocatively as she walked, tiny waist, legs long and beautifully shaped. When the young wife half turned, waiting for him to indicate the room she should enter, Marty saw that her breasts were a perfect match for the rest of her... not too big, but uptilted, pert and saucy.

"In my den," Stone waved a hand nervously. It had been one hell of a long time since a woman had made his old cock throb the way it was throbbing now in his pants, and he was reacting like a schoolboy instead of the suave, man-of-the-world that he had intended to be.

He led the unsuspecting blonde into the large comfortable room where he worked, and indicated a deep lounge chair. Then, suddenly realizing he still had a glass in his hand, he asked, "May I fix you a drink?"

Jan King seemed pleasantly surprised. "Yes, scotch on the rocks, please."

As he fixed the scotch and ice, Marty's hands trembled and his eyes were riveted to the spot where her crossed legs exposed almost her complete thigh, right up to her white lace panties. His hands shaking even more as he handed Jan King her drink, Stone thought, "God! What's happening to me?"

Marty was already wondering why a gorgeous creature like this would need anyone's help in becoming an actress. Any man with two good eyes and a spark of manhood would fall on his knees to help Janice King get anything she wanted in the world.

But the thing that floored Marty was the realization that he didn't care what happened after today... he had to have this delicious young woman... and now!

Crowding his way into the large overstuffed chair beside her, he snaked his arm back around her shoulder and leaned in close. She made room, squeezing tightly against one side of the deep chair, seemingly unsurprised and yet innocently naive.

"Honest..." Marty began, "I... I'm not your typical lech..."

Jesus, what a lousy line, he thought in panic. Like something from one of his crummy TV shows. "I... Jan... you've got some kind of magic... something... I just have to touch you... kiss you... have you!" The words came tumbling out unbidden, flowing straight from his inner being and, he thought, probably ruining his chances forever. Why couldn't he control himself? What was the matter with him?

"I..." Jan looked wary for a moment, then her blue eyes widened as if in wonder. "I... I expected a sort of Hollywood wolf approach, Mr. Stone, but..." she waved her glass vaguely, waiting for Marty to make the next move.

Hardly believing that she didn't just jump up and run out of his house, Marty leaned over and kissed her, smothering her lips with his. His tongue darted easily into her sweet warm mouth, and his hand moved unbidden up her youthfully inviting breasts.

He broke the kiss hurriedly, anxious to get his point across quickly before she categorized him as just another Hollywood character, interested only in getting into her panties...

"Jan..." Martin said in a pleading tone, "I... it sounds crazy... I know... but I've never seen or been with a woman like you! I mean it! I don't know what happened, but when I looked at you... I just..." he shrugged, relaxing next to her, "melted... inside."

"But, Mr. Stone..." Jan pulled away from his slightly, but not far enough to reject him, "... isn't this a little bit fast?"

Marty's head was swimming. What had she just said? Was she hinting that she'd known it would happen... their going to bed together... but that he was pushing too hard!

But Christ! No power on earth could stop him now! She was like a vision... a sexual fantasy that the average Joe must have dreamed would walk into his life!

But she did think it would happen! The idea permeated his brain and emotions. She was ready... willing to submit to him!

His hand stole down to her knee, then moved rapidly upward along her inner thigh until he could feel the soft tangle of pussy hair under her white lacy panties. It was impossible! It couldn't be happening! She was spreading her legs wide, holding her thin panty crotchband aside, inviting his lewd caress, and with no hesitation his fingers began to explore the wondrous, forbidden territory of her cunt!

"Mr. Stone..." she murmured, offering her lips to more of his demanding kisses, "... I'm the one that should explain. I came here to get a helping hand... but... but... I'm finding much more than I ever expected!"

She sealed the meaningful words with a passionate, tonguing kiss that seemed to offer all of her. Marty's fingers rubbed harder at the sensually moistening lips of her pussy under the skimpy white panties. Then his hand left that cock-stirring warmth, and he hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and tugged insistently on them. She raised up, and her panties slid easily down under her firm ripe buttocks, and he dropped them on the carpet at her feet.

"Darling, darling..." Stone was murmuring without thinking, his hand fondling her breast, feeling the tautening nipple through her thin blouse, wanting to kiss it, bit it, suck it!

"Oh, Martin..." Jan murmured, holding his head close to her breast so he could hear her heartbeat, "... do what you want to do!"

He knew what he wanted to do, more than anything else on earth! He wanted to cover her lewdly squirming body with hot wet kisses! He wanted to taste the rich, womanly aroma of her from head to foot. He wanted to make her cum from just the contact of his mouth, his lips, his tongue and teeth nibbling, sucking, licking, driving her crazy!

Marty slid her blouse off, then made her slide down in the chair until her milk-white ass-cheeks were perched right on the edge. Then he knelt on the floor between her thighs, drooling with hunger at the pinkly glistening jewel of her blonde-fringed pussy right before his eyes. With his hands cupping her buttocks, he pulled her loins closer to his mouth. Incongruously, he wondered if he would cum in his pants, just from the privilege of kissing this lovely body!

Licking wetly up the inside of her thighs, he moved slowly, but unceasingly, toward the tempting little triangle of her cunt, inhaling the musky scent of her softly moistening pussy flesh, and wanting to taste it, tongue it, swallow it... hold it forever in his memory!

"Oh, darling... do it... do it..." Jan pleaded, grasping his head in her hands and jutting her pelvis lewdly upward, as if she couldn't wait for the searing penetration of his tongue into her steaming pussy.

Marty looked at the sparse blonde curls that partially hid the wet pink lips of her cunt. He had never in his entire life been so hungry for sex! It was as if this were his first fuck, and Jan were a pristine virgin who was unattainable, untouchable, but finally his!

His tongue worked rapidly in toward its target, licking her thighs, moving ever closer to the hot little splitting of flesh where he knew he would find the lust he was seeking.

He spread her slender cunt lips with his thumbs as his fingers spread out over her thighs. Then, with a deep breath of the young wife's desire-scented loins, he inserted his tongue with a maddening slowness into the moist musky opening of her pussy!

Jan's body lurched nakedly upward to meet his electrifying tongue-thrust. She was moaning and gasping for breath now, and Martin Stone's neglected penis took a sudden rapid rise in the market! She actually wanted him to lick her pussy, and then, obviously, to drive his cock deep inside her cunt and screw her good! Christ! He could almost feel the years rolling off him as he dug his tongue deeper into the whimpering blonde's wildly quivering pussy.

The thought flashed through his mind that she was acting just like a typical Hollywood sexpot, willing to sell any or all of her favors to anyone who could boost her career! But since the thought made him angry at himself, he ignored it and concentrated more fully on the pleasures he was providing for her with his mouth and his hands, anticipating the moment he would spread her shapely legs wide and claim the ultimate price of fucking her!

As he felt her body tremble and heard her gasps of joy, and as she snuggled her cunt even closer to his obscenely probing tongue, he knew she couldn't be pretending. She was much too turned-on to be simply offering her body as payment for any help Marty might be able to give.

It was one of those chemical things, he thought in elation, where a man and a woman come together and nothing on earth matters except that they claim each other's body. Not age, not social position, nothing!

Oblivious to her seducer's self-congratulatory thoughts, Janice King began to quicken the thrusting of her hips, and her long legs raised to wrap themselves up around his neck, her calves pulling his head closer to speed his tongue as she approached her climax.

"Darling... darling," Jan gasped, her inner pussy beginning to contract as surge after surge of orgasmic release swept over her helplessly shuddering body. Her legs tightened and relaxed convulsively around his head, and her hands held fiercely to his head, as Marty continued to soothe and caress her trembling inner flesh with his lips, his tongue and teeth.

He paused after a few moments and half rose, leaning up over her lewdly slumped form to claim her beautiful mouth with his own. He hadn't had this dizzying feeling since he was a teenager, he knew, as her tongue tangled lustfully with his own, sucking it deep into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Her arms pulled him to her, and he managed to slide his pants and shorts off as he relaxed his body over her naked flesh.

Continuing to smother her lips with his, Marty inserted the blunt bulbous tip of his cock in between the desire-flashed folds of her slippery cuntal slit and lunged forward. As he began to plunge deep and hard into the streaming sanctuary of her belly, she clung desperately to him as if she wanted to draw his entire body inside her own.

"Oh, I love you, Jan... I love you..." the wildly aroused writer heard the unbidden words pouring from his lips through the kiss. "I love you... like I've never loved anything or anyone... believe me, darling... please."

She continued to kiss him savagely, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth, moaning with pleasure as his blood-swollen cock probed the furthest recesses of her hungering pussy, it's bloated shaft rubbing hard and excitingly against her sensitive clitoris with each in and out movement.

They sensed by each other's movements that they were both nearing a climax as they ground nakedly together in the cushions of the overstuffed chair and when the first white-hot spurts of cum ejected from his deep-buried cock-head, Marty felt the trembling blonde's pussy throb and dance with the motions that came involuntarily as she reached her peak!

"Oh, God... Marty, darling... oh, God... you're wonderful!" Jan King moaned, squeezing the inner muscles of her cunt tightly, holding his still-throbbing shaft fast inside her spasming vagina.

They lay there for a long time, while he kissed her eyes, her ears and golden hair, her neck and then her heaving breasts. Finally he rolled away and stared down into her eyes, his hand caressing her breast, his eyes afire with passion.

"Where did you come from?" Marty asked in awe. "I never dreamed there could be a woman as great as you. I meant what I said, Jan... dearest... I love you... terribly... completely. I don't know how or why, but I do! I love you so much!"

Her fingertips caressed his lips, and her eyes glowed with passion as she said, "I felt it too, from the moment you opened the door. I don't know what it is, but it's wonderful! You're different from anyone I ever knew... so... so... I don't know... so tender, manly, gentle... yet strong!"

Then pulling his face down, she kissed him tenderly on the mouth.

"I've got to see you again," Marty said finally, a glint of fear flicking across his eyes. He couldn't lose her now... not now... ho matter what!

"Simple," Jan replied, as if it were an uncomplicated thing.

"But... there's your husband... and... I'm married too."

"We'll find a way, darling," Jan said, snuggling closer to him. "We'll have to, won't we?" She looked boldly into his eyes, and he was lost for an answer.

He buried his face in her breast, mouthing her softly yielding flesh, sucking one nipple gently into his mouth.

"Yes... he mumbled, "we have to. I could never let you go, now."

"You won't have to," Jan said softly, almost as if it were an oath she were swearing.

He rose after a few moments, quickly putting on his clothing, while Jan brushed hers and smoothed them in womanly gestures, patting her glossy blonde hair as she looked into the bathroom mirror.

Watching her, Marty wished that he never had to let her walk out of the house. He'd never before felt so much that he belonged with a woman and she with him, as with this woman. Certainly he'd never felt it with Eve. Eve had never been this sweet, this sensitive, this lovely.

Jan walked out of the bathroom and sat down. "Freshen my drink?" she made a funny face at him, as he continued to stare at her in awe.

Marty freshened both drinks, handed her hers, and sat down across from her. He wanted to talk about her, and he feared that if he got too close, he'd succumb too quickly to her magnetic beauty.

"Why do you think you need me to help your career, Jan?" He smiled in admiration, letting his eyes rove from her head to her toes, seeing only perfection.

"My husband George admires you so, Martin," Jan said seriously. "He trusts you, too." She had a sardonic grin, now. "I mean, he knows a dozen agents and a few producers, and he says that all of them want a woman to go to bed first... then, if she pleased them, they might try to push her along. He said that you were different..."

She was smiling softly, and Marty felt a guilty blush rising in his cheeks.

"Jan... I... I couldn't help myself. Christ!... this is the first time I've ever felt this way about a woman. I wasn't being a 'casting couch' kind of heel. Honest! Please believe me."

"I know that, Marty," Jan said gently. "I was afraid at the beginning that you might think I was one of those girls who would screw my way to the top! Isn't that odd?"

She smiled again, and Marty grinned sheepishly, ashamed that the thought actually had crossed his mind.

"I'm not up on this new way, Jan," Martin Stone said seriously, shaking his head. "I mean... all this wife-swapping, swinging, sex orgies... Having you, kissing your body... it... it was precious to me... special. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" His eyes were pleading with her.

"Of course I do," Jan said, sobering. "And don't be making yourself out as a doddering old man. Why..." she grinned impishly, "you're more sexually potent than... most young men I know."

"That wasn't potency," he put in quickly, "that was simply an overpowering need that swept all reason overboard!"

"I'm only saying, don't act like you're old enough to be my father, Marty darling!" Jan was bright-eyed, enthusiastic, convincing. "You're a handsome, virile, attractive, and very intellectual man... everything I always hoped I'd find."

He shook his head in amazement. She actually meant it!

"Then again... what are we going to do?" Marty asked. "I'm... I'm not the big shot in Hollywood that George thinks I am. In fact, I've been in a rut for quite a while, when it comes to selling anything worthwhile."

"Then let's help each other!"

The simplicity she attached to it amazed Martin, but he admitted he had never in his life ever had an incentive like this lovely woman.

The thought occurred to him that perhaps that was part of his problem. He had no one to do things for... no one to be glad when he triumphed, or no one to console or encourage when he fell on his ass. Maybe... for Jan... he could become the old Martin Stone, respected in his own world of words! Maybe... just maybe... he could turn his world around and wind up with Janice King as his very own!

He looked steadily into her blue eyes, adoring her as he said sincerely, "I'd give my life to make you happy, Jan."

Setting her glass down, the young wife rose and walked over to him. She took his face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes as she said, "I think I'm already falling in love with you, Martin Stone!" Her voice was husky with emotion, and he stood quickly and swept her into his arms, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss of abandon.

They broke the kiss suddenly as Martin pushed her away. Had he heard his wife coming into the house by the front door? Blushing, he saw Jan's look of vague fright. He made a gesture with his hands for her to sit in a chair and he sat down at his desk and began to talk, as if they were in the middle of a conversation.

It was indeed Eve. She walked in, looking cool and confident, her smile a smirk as she glanced quickly at the shapely young blonde her husband was talking to.

"... so, Mrs. King, tell your husband that..." He pretended to just notice Eve, and broke off. He stood up and waved a hand at her. "Oh... this is my wife Eve, Mrs. King. Eve... Janice King. She's the wife of a young writer I used to work with at the studios."

Eve eyed Jan closely, struck by the girl's youthfully sensual beauty. Suspicion gnawed at her at finding such an attractive younger woman with her husband, only intensified as she noticed a certain, rare sparkle in Marty's eyes as he looked at Janice King.

Actually, Eve didn't feel jealousy. What she felt was irresistible lust. She was on a binge, since experiencing the exciting lesbian lovemaking session with Shirley Mason, and this luscious creature was certainly much more desirable and sexy-looking, half as old and twice as beautiful in face and form.

But curiosity was eating at her.

"What brings a beautiful young girl like you here?" Eve put on her best manners and her charming smile as she stepped forward and held out her hand. Jan rose, looking slightly flustered, and shook Eve's hand.

"Well, my husband thought that perhaps Mr. Stone might be able to help me meet a good agent, or a producer of television commercials... something like that."

Eve's eyebrows raised and she glanced at her husband meaningly. She wondered if Marty... good old Marty... was playing the old casting couch game with this sweet young thing. Janice King certainly had all the qualifications to become a starlet; Eve wondered why such a ravishing beauty would need the help of a has-been writer like Martin Stone.

Incongruously, Eve also wondered if Jan were married to a man who matched her in handsomeness, and if he were as virile as she seemed feminine.

Eve turned to face her husband, her eyes glinting maliciously. "I'm sure that my husband will do what he can, and... I also have a few close acquaintances around the studios. We'll be glad to help, won't we, Martin?"

Janice King didn't miss the catty putdown in Eve's expression and tone, but she smiled pleasantly.

"How nice of you, Mrs. Stone."

"Please call me Eve," the redheaded older woman said sweetly. "And I'd feel more comfortable calling you Jan." She turned suddenly back to Martin, who was taking in this byplay with a worried frown. He saw that his wife had her claws unsheathed, and he didn't like it. Her clever fencing irritated him.

"Martin," Eve said in her most stately manner, "why don't we have the Kings over for dinner and cocktails sometime soon?"

The question caught him by surprise and he wondered what scheme Eve had in mind. She wasn't the social type. He eyed her carefully, trying to read her eyes, but Eve was busy staring hungrily at the lovely body of Jan King.

Marty's mind was racing. Why not? It would serve as a perfect cover for his relationship with Jan, and would allay any suspicions her husband might have.

"That would be fine," Marty said, glancing covertly at Jan to see how this idea struck her. She flashed him a reassuring smile.

"Wonderful! Then let's make it tomorrow evening!" Eve said enthusiastically. "Can you make it, dear?" Eve's eyes were devouring Jan's supple body.

"That would be wonderful, and thank you," Jan said politely.

Eve grasped both of Jan's hands compulsively, feeling a tingle go through her at the touch. "Good! At eight, then."

"Meantime," Marty put in, "I'll make a few calls about TV commercials. Don't worry, we'll work something out." He enjoyed this little masquerade he and Jan were playing.

Jan gave him her hand and he held it briefly, hoping he was communicating his adoration to her. "I'm so grateful," Jan said sincerely, meeting his eyes for a brief instant of reassurance. She nodded to Eve, and then left.

Marty hated to face his wife, afraid he'd give away his feelings. If that happened, he knew that Eve would make a vicious effort to keep them apart, and the way his heart was singing, that would be disaster.

"She's very beautiful," Eve said said without animosity.

"Yes, very," Marty replied. "Her husband's nice, too, as I recall."

He hoped Eve would nibble at the bait, but she too was busy with thoughts of the beautiful young woman who had just left. She was already planning her campaign to seduce Janice King.


CHAPTER THREE

George King was a tall, athletic young man, and his dark-eyed, black-haired good looks contrasted markedly with his wife's blonde beauty. They made a handsome couple, as they sat in the Stones' large den. It was a room for entertaining bright people, and its decor was bright and pleasant.

They were having an after-dinner brandy and soda, and the talk was still as zestful as the excellent meal Eve had prepared.

"I don't know when I've enjoyed such lovely company," Eve said sincerely, as she eyed the two seated side-by-side on the sofa. She wanted to get the conversation around to sex, but still wanted it to be tastefully done. After all, she wasn't very sure that Martin would go for the idea of a swap affair... even with such a beauty as Jan. He had some pretty strict ideas about morals, in spite of having been surrounded by swingers for the last twenty years.

"I have some good news, Jan," Marty said happily. "I talked to Bill Kendall today. Bill isn't in the business directly, but he owns one of the biggest ad agencies in town. When he wants a commercial done in a certain way, with a certain cast, he swings a big club. And... he wants me to bring you to meet him tomorrow!"

"Oh, Marty," Jan gasped. "How exciting!"

Eve saw the opening she wanted and she broke in quickly. "He's the one that put out that series of commercials last year, showing the young girl in the tub, completely nude... well, of course, they didn't show all of her, but it was a very suggestive ad. Tell me, Jan, have you ever posed nude?"

Jan exchanged a quick glance with her husband and they seemed to come to an unspoken agreement.

"Well, not for magazines or TV," she said without blushing. "But George and I belonged to a nudist group for awhile, and then we became part of a... a..."

She flushed, looking to her husband for help, but he seemed unable to finish her explanation.

"A swing and swap group? Is that what you're trying to say?" Eve was smiling happily now, and her laughter rang out, breaking the uneasy mood. George King nodded, grinning.

"Yes, but... well, we didn't know if you would understand," he said lamely, looking a little embarrassed.

That shocked Marty out of the joyful mood he'd been enjoying just being near George's pretty young wife. Her, in a swap group? Christ!

"Oh, we're not that old, George," Eve said.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way..." George answered quickly. "In fact, I think you are both very charming and youthful."

Eve plowed straight ahead to her goal.

"Are you still part of a swap group?" she prodded.

Jan shook her head. She was hurt at the dark pain she had seen momentarily in Martin Stone's eyes. "No, we aren't."

"I've wanted Martin to get into a group like that, but," Eve looked sourly at her husband, "he's too old-fashioned. Me... now, I'd love it!"

George didn't seem to know how to answer that, but Martin Stone was angered at his wife's bold rudeness.

"Don't be vulgar!" he snapped.

Eve shrugged. "It's not vulgar. You heard them say they swapped. Hundreds of people do. You're just not with it, Martin. Sex is still fun and exciting, you know!" She said it cuttingly, leering at her husband, letting the Kings know that Martin had reached the point where he could take no interest in sex anymore.

"And have you been part of a group like that, Eve?" Jan asked coolly, wondering at the game their hostess was playing, but secretly amused at what Eve would say if she could have seen her own husband the day before.

"Of course," Eve said flatly. "It's no secret. Marty doesn't have any interest in sex anymore, but I'm still a young and sexy woman. So..." She shrugged nonchalantly and calmly sipped at her drink.

"Then why don't we!" Janice King was smiling, but she had a gleam in her eyes that was pure malice. It would be ironic, Jan was thinking, to give herself to Martin right in front of his catty wife's eyes!

A silence fell like a blanket for a long moment. The three of them stared at Jan, then at each other. Finally, Martin looked directly into Jan's eyes and asked, "Are you really serious?"

"Yes, I am," Jan smiled gaily. "I find you a very attractive man, and I know by George's eyes that he is already planning how he can get Eve into bed. What George didn't explain was that we didn't join the group just for sex kicks. It was a special group of people who were all attracted to each other, sexually and emotionally. I wouldn't go in for sex orgies just for kicks. I want it to be meaningful to me and to my sex partner!"

Marty was stunned at the young blonde's frankness. Even Eve was showing signs of amused surprise. She recovered quickly, though, realizing she had gained the victory, and turning a sardonic smile on Marty, said in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "There, Martin. Any man who would turn down a beautiful, sexy woman like Janice would have to be a queer!"

Martin grimaced at the distasteful remark. For an instant, he had to fight the urge to scream out the details of his first meeting with Jan, but he realized that would only upset what was shaping up to be the perfect solution to his newly discovered passion for Janice King.

So old moralist Marty had to put on a good act to convince his discerning wife. He smiled, but it came off rather grim. Standing up, he walked over toward the younger couple. "All right, you two tigers," he said gleefully. "You just show me the rules. How do we start? A skinny-dip in the pool? Strip poker? What?" He turned and glowered at his red-haired wife. "Or do you have some special way to get gracefully naked, Eve?"

Jan saw the quarrel developing, and she stood up, her face angelic.

"I think a nude swim would be a perfect way to break the ice," she said with enthusiasm. "How about the rest of you?"

Eve didn't particularly like the idea of messing up her expensive hair-set, but she didn't dare miss this opening. Inwardly, she felt elated. It had been easier than she thought, and she cautioned herself to play it cool so as not to antagonize the innocent-appearing Jan before she had a chance to initiate the girl into the wonders of lesbian love.

They chorused agreement, and left the den through the sliding glass doors that opened onto the patio and pool area.

"Two separate dressing rooms!" Eve called happily. "But I'm for just getting with it!" She began to take down her shoulder straps, then quickly stepped out of her dress and pantyhose, and kicked off her slippers. In spite of himself, George King had to pause to look at her body, nakedly revealed in the amber and green ground lights beside the pool.

She wasn't his Jan, he thought, but for an older woman, she had the most desirable body he'd ever seen - full-blown and flat-bellied, and her voluptuously rounded breasts had not the slightest bit of sag. They jutted out proudly, and her pubic hair had been carefully trimmed to reveal much of the enticing pink slit of her pussy.

By the time he got his own clothes off, his cock was beginning to harden, and he turned confidently to face his redheaded hostess. Her eyes had been watching Jan's breathtaking striptease, but her attention shifted just in time, and as she looked at the long hard shaft of the younger man's thickening penis, she squealed, "Ooooo... aren't you ready, though! Don't forget... we're supposed to take a swim."

"Shame to let the cool water spoil a good hard-on," George said boldly, walking over to stand close to her, his eyes running up and down her alluring body. He was astonished that she excited him so much. After all, he thought, I am married to the most beautiful woman in the world, but this Eve Stone is a challenge. Probably fuck all night! And probably hadn't had a good screw for years... at least, not from Martin.

Marty was bubbling inwardly as he watched the unfolding scene. This was going to be extra exciting, fucking Janice King in front of his scoffing, oversexed wife and Jan's own young stud of a husband at the same time! And the beauty was, both of them thought they were so goddamned smart. He and Janice had already tasted the sweetness of their love.

George pointed to a large air mattress beside the pool. "Shall we skip the swim?" he grinned.

"I was hoping we could," Eve said, sauntering provocatively over easing herself down, her legs spread wide to reveal the secret moistness of her already throbbing hot pussy. Since discovering the thrills of lesbian love, she had decided that it would be even more exciting to mix the lovemaking of both sexes, and she now concentrated her attention on this handsome, eager young stud, knowing that she'd have his sexy blonde wife later on.

"Ladies choice?" Eve said lewdly, eying his stiff cock hungrily. She knew that she wanted to be in a position that would allow her to watch what her bumbling, old-fashioned husband did with that beautiful body of Jan's.

"Anything your little cunt desires," George laughed.

"I like it from the back, George darling," Eve cooed. "I don't mean in my ass... in my pussy, with you kneeling in back!" She got a thrill from using the plain sex words, and George King grinned lewdly as he spread her legs and flattened himself on the air mattress.

"Mind a little eating first?" he asked boldly. "I've been hungry for it since I first saw you tonight."

"Love it!" Eve said, spreading her legs and raising her body slightly to allow the young man to slide his hands underneath her buttocks.

Cupping her ass-cheeks in his palms, George drew her now quivering pussy close to his mouth. As he buried his tongue deep inside her succulent cuntal flesh, his lips nibbled at the curl-fringed rim of her sweet-smelling cunt and worked the swelling little nubbin that was the most sensitive part of her body, expertly arousing her to a peak of desire within seconds.

Eve became so engrossed in the young husband's maddening sucking and licking that she completely forgot that Marty and Janice were somewhere near by. Then suddenly remembering, she pushed George's head from between her legs and scrambled to her knees, begging, "Please, George darling... put it in me hard and deep... put that beautiful prick inside my cunt and let me feel every thick hard inch of it!"

Completely willing now, George positioned himself, or his knees up behind her, and wiggled forward till his loins were pressed against her quivering white ass-cheeks. His eyes glazed with lust as he inserted the head of his cock into her wetly seeping cuntal opening, thrilled at the illicit feel of her soft hot pussy flesh engulfing his aching member.

With his hands on her full-flaring hips, he helped her match his motions as he plunged his cock savagely into her waiting cunt! He dug deep, like a rutting bull, wanting to satisfy this worldly, obviously experienced redhead, for in his own mind, he had already decided that he wanted to see this fascinating woman a lot more. In his own sex orgies, he had always tangled with the young, inept girls, but this sexpot really knew how to turn a man on, then satisfy him from his balls to his mind!

Eve was trying to look at her husband, but again, she found herself too engrossed with the sensations of sexual delight that George King was causing throughout her obscenely bent-over body. She was vaguely aware that her husband was stretched out on the other air mattress, on his back near the pool, while Janice King crouched over his lust-stiffened cock, stroking it with her hand, first kissing the head of it, then quickly moving to kiss his mouth, thrusting her tongue inside, then returning to the lewd oral caressing of his cock. Eve was also aware that she hadn't seen Marty's cock that hard for a long time, and instead of feeling jealous, she felt even more excited at the thought of making love to Jan King, herself!

But the insistent lunging of George's cock into the depths of her cunt drew her attention back completely to her own body's hunger. And as his battering cock-head punished the cushiony mound of her cervix deep inside, riding her body high so that his long stiff shaft was stroking her dancing clitoris in both directions, she let herself go completely in his masterful hands.

She felt spasm after spasm of sensational joy flood her body as she had climax after vivid climax, and when she felt George's burning cum flood her contracting cunt, she had such a violent orgasm that she felt she would faint.

They collapsed together on the mattress, his cock gradually softening as he lay atop her, bathing in the euphoric afterglow of sexual fulfillment.

As they gradually stopped gasping and began to feel a part of the world again, both of them looked over at their mates.

George's eyes widened at the ardor of his blonde wife's penile kisses on Martin Stone's obviously rock-hard cock. George himself had been fella ted by Jan dozens of times, but she had seldom shown the fervid interest she now lavished on this writher's rigid member. Jan seemed utterly divorced from any other person on earth except the now excited, panting writer.

Eve, for her part, was equally astounded at the lewd scene. It was as if Marty and Jan were made for each other, and had known one another's desires and needs for years! Maybe she'd misjudged! Maybe she'd better keep a wary eye on this hot little character!

The two of them watched as Jan began to lick her host's turgid penis from the hair-surrounded base to the angry red tip. She ended by plunging it deep into her mouth, sucking lovingly on it, then lingeringly, and letting it slide out, only to start again. Neither George nor Eve could hear what Marty was saying, but the actions pretty much told the story of what was happening between the two.

Jan had her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his cock going deep inside her mouth, knowing the pleasure she was giving by the jerks and shudders she felt going through his body.

"Honey," Marty pleaded, "I don't want to cum this way. Stop for a moment, so I can get in position to suck your cunt!" Martin surprised himself at the ease with which the words came out, for it was exactly what he did want to do... get his mouth and lips locked to that. He longed to taste it again, smell it, devour it!

Yesterday was already too long ago.

Jan obediently wriggled around on the pool mattress until her naked loins were suspended over his watering mouth and his cock was once again sunk between her ovalled lips. Without hesitation, Marty spread her legs and buried his face in her hair-trimmed slit, breathing deeply of the musky, bittersweet aroma and shoving his tongue lustfully into the tight little opening of her vagina.

Neither Martin Stone nor Jan King was conscious of anyone else on earth as they locked their mouths greedily to each other's loins, wanting only to give ecstasy and get fulfillment in return. But Jan's husband's eyes grew troubled as he watched his wildly sucking wife. He'd been at many swing and swap affairs with Janice, but he'd never seen her show this much enthusiasm... this much dedication to another partner!

Eve's thoughts were along the same lines. She had believed that Martin had truly lost most of his sexual desires, and couldn't really be turned on anymore. After all, her spouse had had many opportunities over the years, with young, untalented, but sexy-bodied girls who were fresh from the farms, and as far as she had ever been able to determine, Martin Stone had saved his cock for his wife only... and then not even for her! Of course, she mused, Marty could have been having a ball with the young chicks, while she had been exploring the world of uninhibited sex that seemed to have taken over the Hollywood and Los Angeles scene.

She was fascinated at the abandon that her husband exhibited as he lavishly tongued the blonde girl's glistening cuntal slit. He had done this for her, but he had always managed somehow to make it seem like a duty... a chore that he knew she wanted him to perform. But now he was actually enjoying kissing, biting, and licking Jan King's cheating pussy, as she had never seen him enjoy anything since she had known him! Eve forced herself to dismiss her rising jealousy with the consolation that it would soon be her turn to lick and smother that succulent pussy with kisses!

She too, had made several calls that day to persons she had known in the studios, and had called two bit-part actors with whom she'd had sex parties, in hopes of solidifying her own chances with Jan King by introducing the girl to some acting or modeling jobs. Eve was wise to the ways of Hollywood. She'd been an actress herself, appearing in more than a dozen minor pictures, until she had faced the fact that she was never going to be tops... and that fact was unbearable to her, so she'd latched onto Martin Stone, screenwriter, author, and promising comer who would one day head a studio as a producer.

She felt bitter as she watched Marty lavish all the sex-filled love that she had never had on Janice King's undeserving body. Then suddenly she turned to Jan's husband, who was raptly watching the exciting sex scene.

"Looks like fun. Want to?" she asked, reaching for his flaccid penis, caressing and stroking it in hopes of a stirring revival.

"Sure. I started to kiss you all over before," George responded eagerly, "and now, I want to finish it."

She rolled onto her back and he knelt up over her so that she could easily take his cock deep into her mouth, while he licked and sucked her pussy. But before he took the desire-flushed lips of her cunt into his willing mouth, he half-whispered, "Eve, I want so much more of you. I want to see you again... alone!"

"You will, darling, you will..." Eve said, as she took his rapidly hardening penis in her hands and began stroking it lovingly. She touched the tip of it with her tongue, then licked the entire length of it, letting her teeth titillate its swelling shaft as she raked them gently along the hot ridged underside.

Taking a break in his own lewd tongue-fucking, Marty glanced over at his wife and her new lover, and seeing that they were completely engrossed in the sixty-nine they were performing, he raised his mouth from Janice's warm wet cunt and took a long lustful look at her. His cock was being sucked deep between her tightly rounded lips, and the lurid sight and crazy feel of it overwhelmed him. Love for this woman engulfed him. He wanted to give her the world, wrapped in gold! Even his writer's imagination had never envisioned anyone like this golden-haired goddess of sex.

"Baby," he said, pushing her mouth gently away from his throbbing, jerking cock, "please... I need you. I need to be inside you. I want them to know. I want the whole world to know..."

With a warm dreamy smile for him, Jan switched positions, so she was lying with her legs spread wide, her cunt open to his advance, gleaming with wetness from his kisses and her own vaginal secretions.

"Oh, darling... I do too... take me, Marty... fuck me as you've never fucked any woman before. Please... hurry..."

As he moved to lower his body on hers, she spread her legs even wider, welcoming the entry of his desire-hardened rod of flesh into her yearning cunt.

As he penetrated her to the fullest depths, their mouths met, and their tongues lashed in a lust-inspired dual of passion. His fingers played with her stiffened nipples, making them tingle with chills of sensual arousal, while his lips smothered hers. In and out he drove his pounding hardness, faster and faster, making her moan and twist with pleasure each time his rock-hard penile shaft buffeted her tender clitoris.

She could tell by his gasps and shudders, that she was bringing him to his climax, and she kissed him more ardently, murmuring, "Fuck me, lover... fuck me forever!"

They came to an almost simultaneous orgasm, although Marty tried desperately to prolong it in the hope that his cock would remain rigid long enough to bring Jan to even one more thrilling climax.

But neither one of them was able to continue. They had given each other the ultimate, and there was only the warm panting afterglow left. They bathed in it, unaware of anyone else in the world, their bodies seeming complete, fulfilled, almost holy in the sweet, pure love they conveyed to each other.

It came as a shock to both of them when they looked up to find their spouses, naked and hand in hand, leering knowingly down at them.

"Well," Eve said mockingly, "you two seem to really have hit it off! Mind if we join you again?"

Marty was astounded at the lack of embarrassment he felt at their stares and leers. After all, this was really the first time he'd ever "swapped". Surely the difference must be the girl he'd chosen for his first "adventure".

"There isn't much left in me after Jan," Martin Stone said harshly, glaring at his openly leering wife. He was sure she was staring at Jan's cum-smeared pussy, wishing she might have her turn. Christ! Wouldn't she let him have anything to himself? Did she think she could bring the young blonde wife to the heights of passionate pleasure he had? Shit!

"Shall we try..." George King started to say, but he was cut off by his own wife.

"I'm tired, George. Please..."

He looked apologetically at Eve, then said to Jan, "Okay, honey, I guess you should be fresh and beautiful for your interview with Bill Kendall tomorrow." It sounded weak, but it was all he could think of to extricate themselves from what had developed into an embarrassing situation.

Both he and Eve Stone had been made aware of the intensity of the lovemaking between Marty and Jan, and both had been to enough mate-swapping affairs to know that there had been something special taking place between the older man and the young woman. But how to handle it... that was something new.

Eve sighed in resignation, and tried to cover her disappointment by wise-cracking, "Well, it was fun... while we lasted."

Back in the den, with fresh drinks and an agreement to meet the next time at the Kings' home, they were more relaxed. A new freedom had come to each, and the atmosphere was one of ease and trust.

As Martin Stone gazed at Jan, realizing that she could very easily fill his life completely, he was astonished at one thought that crossed his mind. He had watched George King, a handsome young man give his wife Eve a damn good run for her money with none of the usual jealousy or resentment he felt over Eve's usual swapping parties. But as the Kings prepared to leave, Marty was bothered by the thought of George going to bed with Janice! It wasn't jealousy he felt as much as a sense of loss of a precious possession.

As he bade Jan goodnight with an affectionate kiss on the lips, he determined that he would soon make her his own, forever.


CHAPTER FOUR

After the Kings had gone, Eve was in an exceptionally mellow and expansive mood. "Well," she said, handing her husband a highball, "what do you think of our swinging young friends?"

Martin didn't particularly want to discuss it, but he didn't want an argument to mar the good feeling he now had.

"It was... well, good, I guess. And you looked like you enjoyed it with George."

"Yes, I did. Very much," Eve said bluntly. "And you are being silly to say that your sessions with Janice were just 'good'... you guess. She's an incredibly sexy doll, and she seemed to enjoy sex almost as much as I do."

"Perhaps," Martin said defensively, "but remember, she did say that she didn't like sex just for kicks and that she had to really want her sex partner."

"I remember," Eve laughed, "and the way you two were eating each other, it was plain that you both were pretty taken with each other." Martin finished his drink off quickly and said, "I'm going to bed. Good night." He went to his bedroom and quickly undressed and lay in the dark, remembering the sweet sexiness of George King's wife, fantasizing the future when she might be his alone.

Eve opened the door, and in the dimness of the hall light, he saw that she was naked.

"You surprised me tonight, Marty," she said coyly. "Feel like an encore with me?"

It startled him, for Eve hadn't made any real sexual overtures to him for years it seemed. She got all hers on the outside, and on the few occasions he had tried to patch up their marriage by trying to have at least satisfactory sex with her, she had either mocked him or flatly refused.

"I'm... pretty tired, Eve," he said evasively. "I wouldn't be any good for you... not after George King."

Eve stiffened. She wasn't used to having a man turn down an offer to fuck her, and especially not her wishy-washy husband. Words of anger flooded her senses, but she stifled them.

"You're right," she said tartly, shutting the door. He knew he'd hurt her pride, but he didn't really care. He quickly fell asleep, eager to be bright and convincing when he took Jan to Kendall's offices tomorrow.



* * *



She was almost ready when he knocked at her door the next morning at ten. His heart jumped at the freshness of her sweet face that needed only a fraction of the makeup that his own wife always piled too heavily on her face.

"Come in, Martin," Jan smiled. "I need your advice on what dress to wear." Only then did he notice that she still had on a light dressing gown that was thin enough to reveal every luscious contour of her faun-like body.

He stepped inside and shut the door, and they were in each other's arms in a split second, their mouths locking in a passionate kiss. Martin's hands roved her body, caressing her back and buttocks through the skimpy robe.

"God, what a long night it was without you!" he said as they broke the kiss, but not the embrace.

"And for me, darling," Jan replied, cuddling closer in his arms.

She stepped back, letting the robe hang open, revealing her full, naked breasts and the golden "vee" of her pubic hair. "What time is our appointment?" she asked.

"Eleven," Marty replied, glancing at his watch, then letting his eyes feast on her loveliness. He hoped she had the same thought that he did. Already his cock was stiffening with eager anticipation.

"I hate quickies, Marty, but..." She let it hand there.

"So do I," Marty said, "but tell you what... why don't we leave Kendall's as soon as we can then head for the beach. I've got a place outside Santa Monica... not much, compared to some I've seen, but at least it's on the beach, and we'll be alone."

"Wonderful!" Janice said enthusiastically. "Now that that's settled, help me pick a dress that will impress this Mr. Kendall."

She took his hand and led him into her bedroom where she displayed a closet jammed with lovely, youthful clothing of all designs.

He had no trouble in deciding on a short minidress that had a checked sky-blue and white top and a white skirt. It set off her blonde loveliness perfectly and made her eyes seem even bluer than they were.

As they drove to the Hollywood office of the Kendall advertising agency, passersby who saw them smiled at the obviously happy couple. Martin glowed with pride as they entered the suite of offices that the Kendall company occupied, pleased at the envious stares they received from both male and female employees.

Bill Kendall was a craggy-faced man of fifty who looked more like a prizefighter than a successful ad man. He was a virile type with a trim body and a ready smile that made his face seem almost handsome.

"Hi, Marty!" he boomed, rising and shoving his hand out warmly. "Long time... too long. How are things?"

"Fine, Bill... just fine. Bill, I want you to meet Janice King. Jan... Mr. Kendall."

Kendall's eyes roved blatantly over her face, her breasts, her hips and legs, then back up to her face. He shook his head slowly as he shook her hand.

"Man, Marty, you sure didn't lie when you described this living doll!" He grinned at her. "It is a real pleasure, Miss King!"

"Mrs... I'm afraid..." Martin interrupted. "Whatever," Kendall waved a hand dismissing it. "Sit down, both of you."

"Jan is married to a writer friend of mine, Bill," Martin began. "He called and asked me if I'd try to get her a good agent or open some doors, and right away I thought of the best in the business... you!"

"I'm sure glad you did, Marty," Kendall said sincerely. "Are you a professional model, uh... may I call you Janice?"

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, please do. I've had a little experience, Mr. Kendall... live fashion shows, and I appeared in a couple of swimsuit and lingerie ads in trade journals and catalogs. But I've never been in national layouts or on TV or anything that important."

Kendall shook his head in wonder. "I can't understand that. Somebody is slipping or has rocks in his head. You are a beautiful woman, Janice, and you have a body that artists only try to imagine!"

"I knew you'd think that, Bill," Marty interjected. "Now, what's next for her to do?" Kendall nodded, studying her form seriously, "I'm trying to think of some accounts we have that would pay heavy dough for this little lady. None of this housewife in the kitchen stuff, cleaning ovens or feeding cats. This face and body has to be seen... the product doesn't matter... Janice will sell anything to anybody!"

Marty and Janice exchanged happy smiles at his words.

"Do you have a folio of pictures, Janice?" Kendall queried. "No, never mind!" he interrupted himself. "I'll want my best photographers to work on one with you wearing different types of makeup, different outfits..." He snapped his fingers suddenly and said soberly, "By the way... how do you feel about nudity?"

Jan giggled nervously and dropped her eyes. "I'm not prudish about posing nude, or almost nude," she replied.

"You wouldn't be posing completely nude, Janice," Kendall assured her, "although it would be a crime to cover much of that lovely body. But if I knew my advertising managers, when they spot you, they're going to come up with strong demands to see a lot of your body in their ads. Something arty. Now, when can you set up a series of dates with our photography department?"

Jan spread her hands wide, shrugging. "Whenever you're ready."

"Good. We'll start day after tomorrow. And if you photograph as beautiful as you look, you'll wind up being the top model in the world! I'll have a preliminary binding contract drawn up for you to sign when you come in then." Kendall grinned at her. 'That only means that you're being represented by me, Janice, until we can sign you to some exclusive company. That will happen fast, don't worry. When you start showing up selling some products, one company is going to want you to sell their product exclusively. I know this business. You've got one hell of a future, baby!"

Marty stood up, reaching for Kendall's hand, pumping it warmly. "Thanks a million, Bill," he said gratefully.

"Thanks hell!" Kendall thundered happily, "I'm the one that owes you the thanks. This is a real find!"

He came around the desk and shook Janice's hand with fervor. "You'll be happy with us, Janice," Kendall said.

"I'm sure of it," she replied graciously.

"See you day after tomorrow, then. About nine a.m." Kendall dismissed them, bubbling with good feelings at his luck in having a beauty like Jan dropped in his lap. She would be a gold mine. And, he thought wistfully, that Martin Stone was a lucky sonofagun, for it was as clear as his nose on his face that Stone was mad about Janice King, married or not!



* * *



Jan stopped long enough to call her husband from a pay phone, intending to tell him that she was going to spend the afternoon getting her clothes cleaned to be prepared for the photographing session. She felt it sounded phony but counted on the fact that George would be too excited over her blossoming career to notice.

He listened impatiently, trying not to interrupt, but she blithely finished her account of the morning's happenings.

"Look, honey," he said hesitantly, "Uh, well..." He snorted in self-disgust and then said, "The straight-out truth is, Eve Stone called me. She wants us to come out to their place at the beach. She's throwing a party and wants us to meet some of what she calls 'the young crowd.' I just didn't know how to refuse."

This shocked Jan, but only because she realized that she and Martin had escaped what would have been an awkward situation, had they walked in on Martin's wife at the beach house. She frowned.

"Martin is waiting in the car, George. What about him? And what about you taking off from work?"

"Well... if I have to, I can. Nothing much doing today." Her husband sounded somewhat reluctant, and Jan could envision Eve's demanding, imperious manner over the phone. "She didn't even mention Martin, but she must have meant to include him. She knows that you were supposed to go to Kendall's agency with him."

George sounded confused, and he was confusing Jan. "George, let me talk to Martin and call you back. What time were we supposed to be there? After all, we do owe him a lot, and I don't know how we can afford to offend Eve under the circumstances."

George agreed, and Jan walked to the car where Marty was waiting, impatient to be off to the beach rendezvous.

She got in and explained.

"Damn her!" Martin exploded as she finished. "Who wants to mess around with those young ham actors and cheap sluts that pose as would-be actresses? Oh, I know all about her fun and games, Jan, but I'm damned if I want any of those bastards messing with you!"

"Could I play it coy and end up only with you or... George?" Jan suggested.

"You don't know Eve! When she runs something, she runs it! She's a bitch! I hate to be talking this way about her, but it's true. I'm not worried about anything except my own reaction if I should see one of those filthy studs pawing you... trying to get into you..."

He was flushed with anger, embarrassed at his outburst. Reaching over, he took her hand, his face troubled, his eyes reflecting inner pain.

"Jan, I only care about you. I want you so. In need you so. That's all I can say." He sounded helpless. Jan squeezed his hand reassuringly and said, "Martin, you know how I feel. But what can we do? Can we chance antagonizing your wife and my husband? If we don't show up, they're bound to know that we are seeing each other as lovers outside the swapping things. I think we have to go!"

Marty stared at her, looking as if she had slapped him.

"I suppose so," he admitted wearily. "But please, Janice darling, try to make it just me, or George. I'll blow my top if anyone else even suggests anything. You know how these things are run better than I do; they can't force you to, can they, if you don't want to?"

"No, they can't, Martin. Don't be so upset. We'll make it work, I promise."

She went back into the phone booth and called George. "Martin feels that we had better go, although he doesn't like it. He says Eve can be a vicious person, and she could do a lot of damage if we don't go. We'll be able to straighten it all out later, George, after I'm on my own."

"Okay, pick me up at the studio, then, in half an hour and we'll go." George King wasn't happy with the idea either, in spite of the fact that he did enjoy wild, way-out sex with strange women. It was just that he didn't like to have his arm twisted by a willful, self-centered older woman.

The atmosphere was strained between the three of them on the way to the Stone's small beach place. Each privately resented the high-handed antics of Eve Stone, yet each hesitated to bring up the subject.

As they pulled into the narrow road that led down through the sandy dunes to the roadway entrance, they saw four cars already there, and Jan tried to cheer the two men. She had felt the depressing reluctance of all of them dampening their spirits, and she said with a gaiety she herself didn't feel too much, "Let's make the best of it and have a real ball! Come on, you two... let's get with it. It might be fun!"

Laughter and music greeted their arrival, and immediately the mood started to change. A couple occupied the couch in the sparsely furnished living room, both wearing swimsuits, but they hardly paid any attention as the three came in.

Eve spotted George in the doorway and came up the short flight of stairs to throw her arms about him and plant a big kiss right on his mouth.

"You're a darling!" she enthused. She spotted her husband, and behind him, Jan King and rushed over to kiss Jan on the cheek. "And you, you doll... how did you make out with Bill Kendall?" She waved a hand hurriedly, saying, "Never mind, tell me later. Right now, let's get something going. I can't keep these crazy kids dressed much longer!"

She didn't speak to Martin, and his mouth set in a grim line as she pulled Jan hurriedly into one of the two bedrooms, babbling away all the while about what a real bunch of swingers her young friends were and how much fun a daytime swap party could be.

Eve was wearing a bikini, and she came out quickly and herded the couple on the couch out onto the sands. She tossed over her shoulder as she left, "You two get undressed. Jan is. I'll get the others started."

George noted that the Stone property was completely enclosed by a fence that must have been at least twelve feet high and which extended almost three feet into the water. The only way they could be observed would have to be from a craft out on the water.

When Martin undressed without enthusiasm and then stepped out onto the sand, he felt foolish. All the other males were about half his age, and all were well-hung, muscular, and ready. Only one of the women was youthful, other than Jan, who hadn't yet appeared. The other three were Eve's age, and two of them were showing an annoying amount of flab around the hips and stomach. Actually, Marty was thinking, they should be feeling more foolish than he.

But they were laughing, coyly flirting, already trying to interest their choice of sex partners for a later orgy, and Martin resigned himself to the ordeal. He watched wide-eyed as Jan stepped dramatically out the door and posed naked on the stairs.

Whistles and gasps came from the males, and Marty bridled at the enthusiastic reception she got. He also noticed the lascivious, way that one of the women named Shirley something-or-other, was eyeing Jan. This woman he had seen often at Eve's gatherings, and he'd been introduced once. He didn't like her. She was too hard... too mannish... and he suspected that she was a lesbian or at least bisexual. Determined to keep her away from Jan, he stepped forward, his eyes glowing, a faint, unsure smile on his lips, and put his arm around Jan's waist, looking down at her with pride and awe.

Eve sang out, 'That's my husband Martin, and a lovely lady you haven't met yet... Janice!" She went quickly about the circle, giving first names only, and Jan and Marty nodded awkwardly, knowing they wouldn't remember the names in another two minutes. When George appeared a few seconds later, Eve repeated the ritual as he took his place on the other side of his wife and Marty.

Eve walked to the center of the rough ring of naked bodies and turned slowly about as she spoke, proudly displaying her red-curled pussy and her firm, upthrust breasts.

"All right, lovers... let's leave it to chance today!" She announced. "I'll put all the male names in a bowl, and the ladies will close their eyes and draw slips out. The name you wind up with is yours for two hours! Use any room you want, or the beach... or the water, if that's your bag! Okay?"

A chorus of groans went up from the assembled men, for each had hoped to have a crack at the lush-bodied newcomer, Jan.

"Then..." Eve continued, "if anybody still has any juice left..." She leered at the young men who were already showing erections, "... we'll throw it wide open to whoever can convince the one he wants!"

She quickly went into the house, scribbling the names of the men on little strips of paper and thrusting them into a ceramic bowl. Her mind was busy with schemes of how she might isolate and seduce Janice King, but in case it couldn't be worked out, Eve was prepared to just enjoy.

She ran down the stairs triumphantly, setting the bowl on a small round table, crying, "Step up, ladies!"

Jan was eyeing Martin Stone apprehensively, as if seeking his advice as to what she should do if she drew one of the stranger's names. Martin, in turn, was glowering at his redheaded wife who stood aside with a satisfied leer in her eye.

"What if you come up with your own partner's name... the one you brought?" One muscular young ape-man asked as he ambled lazily forward, strutting his body like a peacock.

"That's life!" Eve sang out. "Who's the first lucky gal?" She looked at the circle of naked women. When no one made a move, Eve plunged her own hand into the bowl and brought out a paper. In a dramatic tone, she announced, "Ricky!" She turned with a forced smile to face the hairy, bearded young man who had displayed his male endowments so proudly. "Rick!" she screamed. "You're mine!"

Shirley Mason drew another of the young men, and the youngest of the females, a sexy-looking girl with a vacant, constantly-awed stare, picked George King's name and seemed happy as she hauled him after her into the house.

The odds were favoring him, Marty felt, as Jan took her turn at picking a name, but as her face fell he knew he'd lost. "Dave," she practically whispered, flashing a look of disappointment that was matched by Martin Stone as their eyes met.

One of the other older women drew Marty's name, and she seemed delighted. Her name was Marge, and she wasn't too bad for a woman in her forties - as tall as his wife Eve, but more buxom, with larger breasts and hips. She took Marty's hand quickly and pulled him down on a large beach pad with gaudy stripes.

He felt awkward and seethed inwardly at Eve for her stupid sex games. His anger built rapidly as he watched the young muscleman, Dave, take Jan inside the house, as the others scattered over sand and sea.

"What kind pf sex do you like?" Marge asked him coyly. It was getting ridiculous to Marty, and in spite of all the available pussy displayed so freely around him, his penis was soft. He was rapidly becoming disgusted with the affair and was worried about Jan.

His feelings exploded and he looked hard into the eyes of the naked woman beside him. "How about a blow job!" he said harshly, his face a mask of disgust.

She was startled, but then thought he was kidding, so she obediently got on her knees, spreading his legs and pushing him onto his back and taking his limp cock in her hand, massaged it in an effort to make it hard, but after a moment, she gave up and leaned forward and began to suck his flaccid penis into her mouth.

As he watched her massage his balls and the base of his penis, alternately licking the shaft of it then sucking it deep into her mouth, Martin began to become aroused in spite of himself. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was kind of exciting to be able to look about and watch the others engaging in many different sex acts. But Marty was glad that he didn't have to watch Jan. That, he couldn't have stood.

Eve was straddling her young stud, poised so that her cunt was hovering just above his erect staff. While Rick held his cock in position with his hand, Eve lowered herself down, spreading her cuntal lips with the fingers of one hand while balancing herself with the other. When he was deeply inserted inside her milk-white belly, she flattened herself out on top of the youth as he gathered her buttocks in both hands and guided her undulating loins around his imbedded rod of flesh. That had always been her favorite position, Marty reflected bitterly. On top... superior to the man... and in his case, she had often humiliated him by using the foulest language she knew to show him that she was in command.

But in spite of his sour thoughts, Marge was doing an exceptionally exciting job on his cock, now using her teeth and her lips, as well as her hands, to bring him to a full, blood-hardened erection. She seemed enraptured at her success, sucking his throbbing member deep into her mouth, her eyes closed in passion as soft little gurgles of lust hummed up from her throat.

Marty reached down and forced the unknown woman's head down even harder on his pounding loins as he felt himself getting ready to shoot his cum into her eagerly sucking mouth. Marge worked furiously, and toward the end she reached beneath him and lewdly inserted a finger in his anus, then pistoned it in and out to add an extra thrill of his orgasm.

As his cock jerked with hotly released pleasure, Marge kept swallowing his cum, finally cleaning off the last traces from the tip of his cock with her lapping tongue-tip. Then she looked up triumphantly at him, awaiting a compliment on the job she'd done.

Marty lay on his back on the beach pad, spent. He was relieved to have it over, although there had been something of a thrill in it for him. But Marge was a poor substitute for Jan with whom he had anticipated spending the afternoon... alone.

"That was great," Marty said without enthusiasm. He was embarrassed because he knew he was supposed to reciprocate, and he knew that no matter what she did to him, he couldn't get hard enough to be of any pleasure to her.

As if reading his thoughts, Marge played with his now-flaccid cock, a disdainful smile on her face. "About had it, huh?" she said scornfully. 'That's why we like these younger ones. They've got staying power. Oh, well..." Marge sighed as she stood up, "maybe one of them will have something left for me." She walked away, leaving Marty even more furious.

He closed his eyes and put his arm over them. What in hell was he doing at a cheap sex orgy like this? How in hell could George King stand seeing his wife being used like a cheap cut of meat? What the hell was happening to him... to Eve and Jan... to the whole damned world?

Feeling suddenly slimy, Marty got up without glancing at the others and went into the house. He didn't even knock on the bedroom door where his clothes were, but he was relieved to find that Jan wasn't there with her young stud of a sex partner. He gathered his clothes up and went into the bathroom to dress, looking at himself in the mirror with contempt.

Without a word then he went out, got into his car and drove off!


CHAPTER FIVE

There were two explosive arguments that night, one at the King home and another at Marty's. When Marty left her little planned orgy, Eve became furious. But the plotting redhead was too clever an actress to let herself go in front of her friends, and she especially didn't want to offend Janice King when she still had a growing need to make love to the unsuspecting blonde girl.

Instead, Eve apologized to the remaining guests, and broke out the booze. As the hours passed, almost everyone except Jan and George King, and Eve herself, became too drunk to perform sex acts.

Two by two, the couples drifted off as the afternoon waned. Because Martin had driven the Kings to the beach, it was left to Eve to see that they were driven home. She coaxed them to have a couple of extra drinks after the others had gone, under the pretext that she had to straighten the place up a bit. But she actually used the time to talk intimately with Jan, while George straightened up the mess on the beach and washed the highball glasses.

Eve was subtle in her probing. "Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" Eve opened.

Jan hadn't, but she wasn't about to offend Eve.

"Yes," she answered too quickly, "but... I hope you won't be offended if I say that I didn't enjoy it nearly as much as the other night at your home."

It elated Eve, because it left the door open for a second chance to be alone with the girl - even if their husbands were around. Anger flashed across her face for an instant as she cursed Martin's boorish leavetaking, but apparently he hadn't messed up their neat little foursome.

"I'm sure Marty felt that way, too," Eve said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "And again, I apologize for his actions."

"George sometimes gets that way when we go to these affairs, Eve," Jan replied. "Sometimes the chemistry just isn't right, I suppose."

"Well, I know one group that has the right chemical combinations for some exciting, beautiful sex!" Eve laughed. "By the way, when can we get together again?"

Jan hesitated. She wanted to talk to Martin, and to her own spouse, before making any commitments.

"Well, I'll be pretty busy these next couple of days with the Kendall people, but it will be soon, I promise."

The women had remained naked, and Eve had been feasting her eyes on the magnetically alluring body of Jan. She almost drooled as Jan's rounded buttocks moved tantalizingly as she bent or walked, and when Eve had a full front view of the young wife's breasts and blonde-fringed pussy, it was difficult for the scheming older woman to keep her hands off Jan's body. She felt frustrated at being so close to Jan, yet unable to make any kind of a pass, and she blamed it all on her husband Martin. He was getting to be a real bore, and she was going to tell him off once and for all about insulting her friends.

When Eve reached home, Martin was in his writing den, and in a sour mood himself. He had tried to bring his mind to his work, but he couldn't, and he had already had several drinks. He was never a big drinker, and the liquor was making him feel very sorry for himself as he tried to envision his Janice with the weirdo sex-freaks his wife had scraped up.

He was turning over ways that he could have Jan to himself. At least, if the four of them swung together, he wouldn't have to watch while some other man messed around with that lovely body. What George did in the privacy of his own bedroom with his own wife didn't bother Martin Stone. Just so he had plenty of time alone with her in private. Why, he could even get some special kicks from making hot, passionate love to her in front of his own wife and Jan's husband, if they insisted. And he was going to arrange it, come hell or high water, in spite of Eve or George!

He had worked up a good head of steam, and Eve walked in just as it was peaking. She barged into his den, wasting no time.

"You insufferable asshole!" Eve began, standing menacingly in front of him, her face livid with contempt. "Just who the hell do you think you are, walking out of my party like that? If you can't get a hard-on, why don't you stay home and play with yourself?"

Her words hit him hard, and he stood up, looking mean. "Who the hell could get a stiff prick over those old bags you fuck around with!" he spat. "And most of all, who could get a hard-on for you, except some punk shithead who likes your booze, your pool, your twenty-dollar bills and a free ride. You're laughable, Eve! Why don't you grow up and act your age?"

"Why you... you worn-out old fool!" Eve spluttered. "Just because you can't get it up, you think that the whole world should stop fucking! Well, forget it! I'd rather have a vibrator, or... or my own finger than to try to get any thrills from you!"

Martin's reaction was almost automatic. His left hand swung out in a hard backhanded slap to her face that brought blood to her nose, and she reeled away backwards onto a couch. But at the sight of her blood, he froze in his tracks. It was the first time he had ever hit a woman! It humiliated him in his own eyes. He'd sunk pretty low, or had let Eve pull him down pretty low! At that instant, as she cowered in surprise and hurt anger, Martin Stone knew that he had to divorce her, or she would destroy him.

He put his drink down and walked over to her, trying to help her up, a contrite look on his face. But Eve shrank back, her eyes blazing, her face contorted with revulsion.

"Hey... hey, Eve, I'm sorry," Marty said sincerely. "I didn't mean that. It's just that you can't attack a man like that. It made me see red! Please forgive me."

"I'll never forgive you!" Eve ground out through clenched teeth. "And you'll never touch me again, in hate or love!"

"Eve! Listen..."

She wiped the trickle of blood from her lip, looked at it coldly and rose. She stalked from the room, and oddly, the only thing that Martin Stone could think of was that he had just smashed his chances to be with Jan King in a foursome. Now, it would have to be a sneak affair, and that could be dangerous for both of them. Eve was a vicious woman, and when she battled, she observed no rules.

He slammed one fist into the other. Why had he ever gone to her goddamned orgy anyway? Things had been going so beautifully for Jan and himself up till that messy affair.

But he wasn't one to cry over spilt milk. He was already busy with tentative plans to cement and solidify his relationship with Jan.

He had to see her to apologize for his behavior that afternoon, and to warn her about Eve and what she might do to punish him. She would use anyone or any method, Marty knew, in her cold fury.

He called Jan's number, but got no answer. Restless and upset, he decided he would drive to the King place and apologize to both of them. He had to see Jan, to know that everything was all right between them and that she understood.

He left the house quietly without a word to his wife.



* * *



When Eve had dropped George and Jan off at their home, they had politely thanked her but had not invited her in for a drink. There had been a chilliness in George's manner right from the time Martin Stone had picked him up at his studio, and it had grown more icy as the day wore on. George was suffering from jealousy... not jealousy of the young stud who had ended up with Jan at the beach orgy, but of Martin Stone.

Jan had been pretty obvious in her disappointment that she hadn't drawn Martin's name. And George had seen the exchange of apologetic glances, and had read them rightly.

Stone's boorish behavior said a lot, also, about his frustration at not having Jan as his sex partner. After all, Stone had driven them there, and it was up to him as a gentleman to provide a ride home.

Jan was quiet as she went about taking a shower and changing clothes. She had sensed the brooding manner that had descended on George during the course of the afternoon, and when he discovered that Martin had walked out on them, he had hardly been able to conceal his anger as he helped clean up the beach house.

He was waiting for her when she came from the shower, and even the sight of her in nothing but a filmy pair of panties did not soften his anger.

"You're getting pretty wrapped up in Martin Stone, aren't you?" he said bluntly.

Jan gave him a surprised look. She saw that he really was angry, and on the surface, she couldn't see why, since he had been the one who had started the entire thing with the Stones.

"Look, Georgie boy..." He should have been warned, for she usually addressed him that way when she was angry, "... you're the one who sent me to Martin Stone... remember? And you were awfully eager to swing with the Stones. Just remember, Martin did get me to Kendall, right off the bat, and things look pretty rose-colored right now, so don't you go messing it up!"

"Any agent would have snapped at the chance to get you under contract," George grouched.

"Yes, if they could get me into the sack first!" Jan shot back. "And don't forget, Kendall is the biggest on the West Coast. Today, in his office, I saw blown-up photos of five of his models, all of whom are now top actresses in movies and TV. And just don't overlook the fact that you, my darling husband, couldn't do a damned thing to help me, and it took Martin Stone just one day to open the best door in Hollywood!"

"Yeah, well..." George was taken aback, "that's all well and good, but you don't have to act like he's God or something!"

"So what if I do like him as a person? That's better than those crummy sex parties you took me to, where all the eager beavers and Hollywood moochers are looking for a free fuck or suck."

Her eyes sparkled now and she was bristling with indignation. Suddenly George's eyes fastened on her breasts which rose and fell provocatively as she gestured while she talked, and he was as hungry for her as when he had first laid eyes on her.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said soberly. "I guess I was just jealous. It's my fault, I know, but we've gotten into this damned swinging so deep that, you know what? I haven't had sex with you for way too long! I think that's what's eating me, Jan, honest. I just love you and need you. It's no fun with any of those others when I'm so hungry inside for you."

Jan's expression softened a little and she nodded.

"Yeah, all right, George," Jan said grudgingly, "but if you're going to keep on with this petty griping, you're liable to spoil all my chances for a career."

"Honey, I care about you more than any career," he pleaded. "But I have to have you, completely, or none of this means anything... you're my wife."

"Then let's make up for it, lover," Jan said sweetly, smiling as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them to stand luringly naked before her husband. She knew that the man hadn't been created that she couldn't win over with her golden nakedness.

George almost drooled as he eyed her from head to toe. He shook his head in awe that this lovely creature belonged to him.

Wasting no time, Jan moved sultrily over to her husband's side, feeling a sudden sense of her own power. "Want to give me my favorite... lick me and suck me all over?" she asked saucily. She knew this approach would turn her husband on, and god! did she love having a man use his tongue, teeth and lips on the soft sensitive flesh of her body.

She lay down on the thick bedroom carpet, and parted her legs just enough to show her invitingly pink pussy slit, already shining with her own free-flowing juices. Jan was a practical woman, and she remembered the strong attraction that had drawn them together originally, and she had always admitted to herself that it had been almost totally sexual.

George was an expert at fulfilling a woman's desires, and she had never had any complaints in that area. But he had always left her hungering for more, and she finally figured out that George just didn't fulfill her emotionally. That was why she had originally agreed to participate in the swap parties. She quickly found that that was not the answer, either, but she had known almost instantly when Martin Stone touched her, looked at her, kissed her, that he was different. She didn't even think of the difference in their ages. All she knew was that when Martin had finished with her, she felt gloriously happy, complete.

But for now, she thought, with a pouty come-hither look, Martin was nowhere around, and certainly her own husband could give her a few thrills with his tongue.

Needing no further urging, George sank to his hands and knees between her outstretched legs, and his mouth went right to her neck in a warm wet kiss. Moving steadily downward from there, he sucked her soft sweet flesh into his greedy mouth, licking, tickling, nibbling. He paused at her breasts to titillate each tiny puckered nipple, sucking them up into his mouth, tormenting them with his tongue, then opening his mouth wide and engulfing as much of the soft mounds of flesh as his mouth would hold.

Jan became aroused quickly. The touch of his hot wet mouth on her breasts was sending wild darts of pleasure shooting through her helplessly squirming young body. Oh god, how she loved this! In the short two years of their marriage, George had been an apt, dedicated student of her sexual desires and appetites, and now as he licked from one sensuously undulating curve to the other, from valley to voluptuous peak, his mouth brought shivers of sensual delight to Jan's tender milk-white body.

His lips moved lower to the sparse fringe of her blonde pubic hair beneath and lightly he let his tongue flick across the wetly inviting lips, then moved down to her knees and began to kiss and lick them. He rolled her over onto her belly and licked and kissed the back of her knees, grinning to himself as she shuddered and moaned with increasing joy. His tongue worked slowly up her inner thighs from the back, probing and licking and driving his panting wife wild.

Gently he pried her legs apart with his fingers and licked at the flesh in between, moving upward, ever closer to her expectantly waiting cunt now palpitating with the need for his tongue to plunge deep inside.

As he approached her tautly rounded buttocks, Jan raised up slightly on her elbows. She felt her husband's strong hands separate the softly quivering mounds of flesh, exposing her anus to the cool air of the room. Then the flick of his tongue all about the tiny nether circle, touching the sensitive crease between her hand-spread ass-cheeks, made the young wife tremble with unbearable desire for more.

"Unngghhh! Oh George, darling, yessss!" she groaned, writhing lewdly on the bedroom floor.

His tongue lashed suddenly across her unprotected anus, then continued to probe the soft nerve-filled flesh that surrounded it. When she thought she could stand no more, she felt George's tongue again tickling and tantalizing her tingling anus. He became rapidly more insistent, his tongue penetrating in lightning-like darts into her warmly expanding anus bit by bit, as he thrust his fingers down underneath her steaming loins and began to play with her swollen clitoris. The tiny pleasure button twitched and danced about in ecstatic response, but his fingers found it, trapping it on both sides, and rubbing it maddeningly back and forth. Bolts of insane sensual joy shot through Jan's gyrating body, while George's relentless tongue sank deeper and deeper into her anus, adding frosting to the cake she was glorying in tasting.

Sensing that she was ready, George rolled her over onto her back, and his tongue began to shove hard against her lust-inflamed clitoris, while his middle finger quickly shifted to her anus, pistoning in and out, in and out, in obscene cadence with the movements of his tongue into her pulsating vagina.

At that instant, the phone jangled!

"Oh..." Janice moaned, "oh now... oh, George, darling, let it ring. Nothing is as important as you right now... please don't stop... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... lick it, suck it, finger my asshole... don't stop... please don't stop!"

George hadn't the slightest intention of stopping. He was getting almost as much delight from giving his wife all this pleasure as he would have enjoyed had she been sucking his cock, or had he been fucking her.

After several sharp jangles, the phone stopped, and both concentrated fully on the sexual sensations that were engulfing them.

As he felt her inner cunt begin to twitch and jerk, George King increased the pressure of his tongue on her desire-engorged love nub, and the strokes of his finger up her tight hot anus. Jan began to jerk and moan, raising her body up from the rug to allow her virile husband to plunge even deeper with his tongue and his finger. Her clitoris began to jump about wildly, completely out of her control, and she reached down and grabbed his hair in both hands, pulling his face hard against her open pussy, groaning, "I'm cumming, George... I'm cumming!"

He held her loins pressed tightly to his mouth as her body spasmed in orgasmic abandon, until finally she relaxed in complete satisfaction. Only the faint soft ripples of her inner flesh told him that she was far beyond her climax, but he continued to lick and suck gently, removing his fingers from her anus, and grasping with both his hands at the sweet, beautiful mounds of flesh that was his young spouse's ass!

"Oh, darling," she moaned finally, moving her body slowly in unison with his still slowly probing tongue, "that was wonderful. Wonderful."

George raised his mouth from her cunt, and released his frantic grip on her buttocks. Rising to his knees, he stared down at her naked body, wondering why she would have chosen him, of all men, to marry. He adored her as no other man ever could. If only he could hit it big in the studios, and give her all the world of security... even grandeur, so she wouldn't have to go out in that jungle for a career.

"I love you, Jan," he said in a husky voice. He knew in his heart that he did, and that he was blessed to have the most beautiful woman on earth as his wife. He silently vowed that things would be different. He wasn't going to be a yes-man. He was going to write what he wanted to write, and moreover, he was going to make it to the top! For Jan!

No more swinging. Why should he allow any other man in the world to even touch his wife! He was more than able to satisfy her sexually, and once he got on the right track with his creative ideas and craftsmanship in TV writing, what more would Jan ever want or need in a man?

But Jan lay on her back on the rug, her eyes closed, searching her mind for the answer that had plagued her for so long: why didn't she feel satisfied? She had been sexually satisfied... and more. Why then, did she not feel like she wanted to give her husband double in pleasure, in gratitude for what he had just given her? Why, all during the marvelous sex experience, had she fantasized that it was Martin Stone who was so wildly tongue-fucking her?

She rose and said half heartedly, "Do you want me to..."

George broke in, grabbing her and smothering her mouth with a tender kiss.

"I just want you to love me, darling," he replied.

"You're a darling," Jan said sweetly, though a little vacantly. "God, this afternoon was horrible, and you just took a lot of the hurt out for me."

"Yeah, it was pretty bad," George nodded, cuddling her soft blonde head on his shoulder, feeling waves of adoration sweep over him. He pushed her away so he could look into her eyes, wanting her to see the sincerity he felt.

"Jan, honey," he felt unsure of himself, but he went on, "I don't want to... share you... to swing anymore."

She sighed, not meeting his eyes.

"I don't want to either, dear," she said sadly, "but... well... what about the Stones? I'm afraid of Eve; she's a bossy, determined woman. I can't prove it, of course, but I have a feeling that woman Martin Stone walked out on today was taking movies of things that went on. And if we cross Eve, I wouldn't put it past her to use whatever she can to get even."

George looked surprised. "But why?"

"Well..." Jan stammered, her mind racing for a logical reply, "Martin did tell me that she... she..." Jan shook her head, unable to voice her thoughts.

"She what?" George pressed, gripping her shoulders.

"Well, he has no actual eyewitness proof, but he thinks that Eve is a... a lesbian!" Jan flushed, because it was her own suppositions she was voicing, and not Eve's husband's.

George's eyes clouded. "Has she made any passes at you?" he asked hastily.

"No!" It came bursting from Jan's lips. The thought was shocking to her. Swinging with other men was one thing, but with another woman... it made her head spin.

"Then...?" George looked puzzled. "What would make him suspect her?"

"Well, you did notice all the older women there this afternoon, didn't you?" Jan said carefully. "You're a writer. You're supposed to be up on what's going on in all fields. What would you think?"

Jan felt pleased with her answer to the question. It made sense. And, looking back on some of the lascivious looks that she had drawn from Eve, Jan didn't think she'd be surprised if the self-centered redhead were a lesbian... or at least, a bisexual who swung two ways!

"Well then, darling, all the more reason to knock off any swinging!" George said triumphantly. But the look in his eyes belied the jubilance of his words.

"But do we dare risk antagonizing her, George?" she asked.

Her dark-haired husband looked thoughtful, then shrugged.

"Let's just play it by ear for a few days, darling," Jan coaxed. "After I have a solid contract with Kendall, we're on our own... for... good." It sounded weak to Jan, because she knew she was lying to him, and to herself.

"Okay, sweetheart," George King said, clutching her voluptuously naked body to him, glad to be relieved of the responsibility of making a decision. "But... watch your step with both the Stones, huh?" He pushed her away again, gazing into her wide blue eyes.

"I will," Jan said, trying to sound sincere. She was positive that she would be careful with Eve Stone, but she didn't want to be careful with Martin.

She broke away and slid into her panties, picking up the flimsy robe and throwing it loosely over her shoulders. "Honey," she cooed, "I should check all my outfits, in case they ask me to appear in some of my own clothes for the folio of photos they're going to take."

Her words jolted her troubled husband. He had completely forgotten to ask her about this Kendall guy. George was all too familiar with the tales of the would-be starlets who ended up sucking some ad man's ass, or in bed with a producer in his Carmel apartment... hell... even Raquel Welch had confessed in a men's magazine that it had been tried on her a few times!

"This, ah... Kendall..." he began, "what's his attitude? I mean... is he... well, you know...?" It ended up pretty lame.

Jan smiled reassuringly.

"You haven't kept up with the trade journals, George," she said soothingly. "He's a straight John... successful, rich, with a woman he's been married to for twenty-seven years, and four grandchildren. If he has any weaknesses for females, according to Martin, it's for trying to sneak his two grand-daughters into some commercials that call for little girls!" Jan laughed brightly, clearing George's mind of his suspicions about Kendall.

"Good!" George said. Jan had cut him down a bit when she reminded him of his futile efforts at helping her meet the right people.

Now all George had to worry about was Martin Stone.

The doorbell sounded, and he answered it, somewhat surprised to find the subject of his thoughts standing there on the threshold. It made him feel a little guilty.

"Come in, Martin," he said, wondering about the harried look Stone wore.

Martin nodded and entered. "I came to apologize for my stupid behavior today," he said hastily.

"Jan... Martin Stone is here!" George called loudly. She answered in a muffled voice, and a moment later appeared in a robe.

Marty's heart leaped as he looked at her. He would be desolate if she were angry at him. But Jan smiled brightly, and motioned him to a chair.

"I... I want to apologize to both of you for my thoughtless behavior," Marty said sheepishly. "I haven't any excuse, but... well, I guess I'm just not cut out for that sort of thing."

Jan grinned at him devilishly. "Funny, but George and I were talking about that awhile ago," she said. "We've decided that a wild sex brawl like that isn't our cup of tea, either."

Marty looked startled. If they weren't going to swap anymore, his hopes were shattered. He was speechless.

"But we haven't shut the door to everybody," Jan said coyly, not wanting to torment him any longer.

He got her meaning and heaved a sigh, managing a feeble grin. Then, feeling a little uneasy, he rose and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but I felt like a heel. Give me another chance, huh?" He looked directly into Jan's eyes as he spoke, and she flashed him another warm smile.

"We understand, Martin," George King said soberly. "Apology accepted. Sure you don't want a drink?"

He was relieved when Martin refused, and as Stone left quickly, even Jan heaved a sigh of unexplainable relief.


CHAPTER SIX

Janice King was in a whirl of happiness. Her days were filled with photographic sessions, both in the studios and on location. The entire staff at Kendall's were enthusiastic and helpful, and within a week, Kendall had lined up a series of lingerie and hosiery ads that would appear in national magazines within sixty days.

Jan was happier than she'd ever been. She was too busy and excited to have time for her husband George, and although she missed sex very much, when she did think about it, it was in connection with Martin Stone.

She wanted to take some time off so that they might be together for a few hours, but the weekends had been filled by invitations to parties at the homes of some of the ad executives of Kendall's and other companies, and she had had only one call from Martin.

He had sounded blue and lonesome, and now, as Jan headed for home, tired, though happy, she wanted to see him. Impulsively, she headed for his home, hoping that his wife would not be there. If she were, Jan had decided that she would have to invite both of them to her own home, as they had promised, for a four-way sex session. It wasn't what the young blonde wife wanted, but it was better than nothing.

Jan had asked herself many times if she were falling in love with Martin. She wasn't sure, but her feelings for the older writer were something special, and he brought her to sexual peaks that no other man ever had.

When it was Martin who opened the door to her, Jan beamed with delight, and a sparkle came to his eyes as he saw who his caller was.

"Jan, Jan!" he murmured, reaching for her with both his hands, almost pulling her inside. "Oh, God, you don't know how glad I am to see you."

Almost automatically they moved into each other's arms as he pushed the door shut. Her mouth opened to his tongue, and her warm lush body molded itself to his as his arms clutched her hungrily close.

"I've missed you so much, Martin," Jan said.

"But not like I've missed you, darling," he replied, his hands kneading the soft full mounds of her buttocks. His cock was rubbing against her pussy right through her thin summer dress, and they kissed hotly again, an electrifyingly deep tongue-kiss, until they were gasping and moaning with need for one another.

"Oh, Marty..." Jan gasped, "don't think I'm cheap, but I want you... now!"

He placed a finger on her lips, smiling gently. "You could never be cheap, my darling. Come on." He led her into his writing den and over to the leather-covered lounge. Quickly she stripped off her clothes while he did the same. Then they stood for a moment, gazing at each other. Jan's breasts heaved and the nipples grew taut as she reached out and grasped his already stiffening penis in her hand.

Marty reached for her breast with one hand, as his other caressed her silk-curled cuntal slit. He could detect the moisture of her pussy, and he pushed her gently back on the couch, spreading the lips of her cunt with his fingers as his face buried itself in her moist blonde pussy in a repeat of their lewd first meeting. Hungrily he attacked her outer lips with the tip of his tongue, then darted it in between in a tormenting search for the hard little love bud of her clitoris.

Jan jumped as he hit right on target, and gasped, "Oh, Marty, do that later. Right now I want to feel you inside me, deep and hard!"

She pushed him gently away and he poised himself above her, holding his rigid shaft of lust-aroused male flesh in one hand while Jan opened the moisture-beaded petals of her cunt with her fingers. He looked down lewdly as he inserted his bulbously throbbing cock-head into her tight cuntal opening, thrilling at the lewd sight of his angry red rod of flesh disappearing up into the ovalled little hole.

Marty began to slowly push into the warm wet slit, and he let his weight down on her gently. Her eager cuntal flesh engulfed his cock fully, and she contracted the inner muscles of her pussy to hold it tighter. As he began a slow rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, they both wallowed in the sensuous pleasure suffusing their loins. Almost dreamily, Martin kept pushing his blood-engorged cock into her as deep as it would go, then withdrawing it slowly, clinging to each tiny second of delight that the lustful friction provided.

His hands slid beneath her and pulled the soft cheeks of her buttocks even closer as she turned to the side slightly and raised one leg high to allow him to stretch out beside her on the couch and thrust even deeper with his pulsating hardness.

Jan reached down and began to gently massage his sperm-filled testicles in the cup of her palm, and Marty thought he would explode with worship for this woman who was turning him on so. He began to speed up the tempo of his plunging cock, and Jan responded in kind. She hooked her heel behind his hip and thrust her pelvis up to meet his with each hard desperate lunge he made between her welcoming thighs.

As they sensed that their mutual climax was near, their hot mouths met once again, tongues battling furiously, their bodies threshing about wildly in the throes of sexual perfection.

As she began to peak, Jan moaned aloud in her ecstasy. "Oh, darling, it's so good... so wonderful... I'm cumming... fuck me lover, fuck me, fuck me"

Martin's lust-hardened member was plunging in and out of her pussy rapidly now, his breath coming in gasps, as low, animal-like grunts issued from his throat.

In a violent finish, he began to raise a bit higher with each stroke, slamming his cock deep into her, the strokes quick, hard and sure.

She cried out as she felt her lover's white-hot semen begin to shoot into her yielding pussy, and her fingernails raked his back as she tried to pull him even closer to her. They struggled to drain the last drop of pleasure from their tempestuous union, and finally, all motion ceased as they lay side by side on the den couch, Marty's deflating penis still buried to the hilt in her wetly throbbing cunt.

With last tender kisses on each other's mouths, eyes, necks and ears, they reveled in their mutual love and passion.

"I've needed you so, Marty," Jan moaned, kissing his eyes. "I've never been thrilled the way you thrill me. I feel so complete - a full, perfect woman!"

"You are perfect, darling, in every way," he replied.

"What are we doing to do?" Jan asked, her eyes hazy. "I can't keep away from you, and I'm too full of love for you to hide it much longer."

"Are you saying you want to marry me?" Martin asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes," Jan nodded, kissing his lips tenderly, "that's what I'm saying."

"Then... then... we'll get divorces... we'll..."

Jan laid her fingers across his lips, silencing him.

"I'm confused, darling... I don't want to hurt George, but I love you and want to be with you. Let's be sure we can do this without a lot of mess. And certainly your wife won't just let me walk away with you without a fight."

"Eve... fight to keep me?" Marty snorted, "she'd probably thank you. We've gone beyond the indifferent stage. In her case, I believe she actually detests me!"

"Darling, darling... we know what we want. Let's do it the right way. Let's make it as clean as we can."

"You're right, of course," Martin said abruptly. "But we can't wait too long, darling. Now that we've found each other, we can't torment ourselves by being apart."

She sighed, nodding wistfully.

"I'll talk to Eve tonight," Martin said firmly. "It was coming anyhow."

"And I'll tell George as quickly as I can find the right time. I don't want to cut him to pieces, and I don't think you should antagonize your wife."

"I'll do my talking through an attorney," Marty promised. "That way, it won't be too nasty." He held her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes. "I'll have to give up most of what I have now, I suppose, under the divorce laws, but I promise you, darling, that I'll get twice as much for you. I'll be the new Martin Stone! You've given me all I'll ever need to work for!"

"I'm not worried, darling," Jan said, nestling even closer. "It's you I want, not the money or the houses... you'll see."

They had been so rapt in their lovemaking that neither had heard Eve enter the house, nor were they aware that she had witnessed their simultaneous orgasm and listened with narrowed, hate-filled eyes as they planned their future together.

At first, she had been tempted to storm in and lay into the cheaters, but she had slyly decided to wait. Now she was glad she had. She was forewarned, and that gave her an edge. She may have just stumbled onto a weapon that would force this lovely little bitch to share her bed!

Eve quietly left the house by a side door opening on the driveway, and walked to the front of the house where Jan's car was parked. Getting in the back seat, she smiled evilly as she prepared her surprise.

It was a good half-hour before Jan came out of the front door. The pretty blonde wife seemed radiant and happy as she walked to her car, opened the door and started to get in. Then she spotted Eve, and paused in mid-motion, her eyes widening.

"What are you doing here?" Jan blurted out.

"I might ask you that question, my darling, except that I had a grandstand seat for your little session with my hot-assed husband! You don't play by the ground rules of swinging, my dear. No private sex allowed!"

"So sue me! Get out of my car," Jan snapped angrily. She slid in behind the wheel and glared at Eve in the rearview mirror. "I'm waiting!"

Eve sneered at her.

"Not so fast, Jan darling. There are a couple of possibilities you might want to consider first. For instance, I know enough about the modeling game to know that if I go to the papers, and announce that I'm suing for divorce, because my husband has been fucking a little sexpot who also happens to like orgies... and who hopes to become a top model, our friend Mr. Kendall will personally kick your pretty little ass out of the business! How's that for starters?"

Eve sat staring coolly at her opponent, oozing confidence.

"And, my dear," she continued, "you may not know that Martin isn't quite the moneymaker he once was. He's lucky to make five-hundred a month! And you don't live like we do on that kind of money. He's into his savings almost to the bottom. So if you two want some of the good life, my dear, I'm afraid you're going to have to be the one to provide it. Of course, top models and TV actresses... even in commercials... make as much as any top Hollywood writer. Now... you think about that!"

Jan glared back at the scheming redhead's reflection in the mirror. Eve held the top cards and she was calling all bluffs. For an instant, Jan wished that Martin were here. He must know how to handle his wife after all these years. But the one thing that really bothered her was Eve's motive. What did she want? She certainly didn't want to cling to her husband, yet, she was making threats that sounded like blackmail.

Jan swung around so she could look directly into Eve's eyes.

"Just what is it you want of me?" she asked evenly.

"You, my darling!" Eve grated. "The exact same thing that everyone else in this game wants... your body."

The evil redhead's admission stunned Janice, even though the subject of Eve's possible lesbianism had come up. But that the woman would be this blunt, and would use the lives of three people to gain her sexual gratification, was inconceivable to the innocent young blonde.

"I... I... don't understand," Jan lied, stalling to collect her thoughts a bit.

"I'm sure you do, sweetheart," Eve's voice held an edge of irritation. "Why fight it? I want sex with you, and you'll enjoy it at the same time you are protecting your career and your plans for divorcing George and taking seconds with my worn-out spouse!"

Eve was enjoying her cruel game, and Jan felt helpless in her grip.

"How could I trust you?" she asked angrily. "What says you wouldn't have your cake and eat it, too?"

"That's a good phrase... about 'eating it, too,' honey," Eve giggled.

"Don't be crude!" Jan snapped, disgusted at Eve's gutter language and avaricious attitude.

"After all, darling," Eve sneered, "that is the main part of woman-to-woman lovemaking! Or didn't you know?"

Jan's mind was clearer now. She knew she was on thin ice, and she had to protect herself and Martin. She had no doubt that Eve Stone was perfectly capable of carrying out her threat to go to Kendall and the newspapers with her story. And the worst part was, her story could be proven true!

"After all, darling," Eve pressed on, "it's costing me a lot to make love to you - my home, my marriage - "

Jan's sensually full mouth set in a grim line, and she heaved a sigh, knowing she was trapped.

"All right!" Jan said firmly, "but I warn you, if you try to double-cross me, or I see that you've wrecked my life, I'll go to the police and charge you with blackmail!"

"Don't worry your pretty head," Eve said, leaning forward and stroking Jan's blonde hair.

"All right. Now get out! I'll call you in the morning." Jan hated herself for having to give in to this lewd, perverted woman, yet deep inside, she felt a strange curiosity as to what it would be like to be made love to by a woman.

"Now, darling, don't be nasty," Eve cooed triumphantly. "You might be in for the surprise of your life. I was, my first time."

"I said, I'll call you in the morning," Jan said in a low voice. "Now, please..."

"All right, darling," Eve said gaily, "but remember, I'm not a patient person. I want us to get together soon... real soon."

She climbed out of the car and walked regally up to her door and went in. She was glowing inside, yet, she felt a stab of doubt concerning the fact that a divorce was in the wind. Eve wasn't worried about money. She knew the courts would see that she was well taken care of in the settlement, and she did have a tidy bank account of her own.

But Eve was a woman who couldn't exist alone. She needed people about her - people she could dominate and manipulate to her whims.

She wouldn't admit it, even to herself, but Eve Stone was utterly bored with her lifestyle. After all, at her age, it couldn't go on indefinitely, this swinging and sexual self-appeasement she was now engaged in. In truth, she wished vaguely that she could find a man who would love her as wildly and completely as her husband Martin seemed to love Janice King.

She walked into Marty's den and caught him at his typewriter, lost in thought. After she'd poured a drink for herself, Martin finally acknowledged her presence with a disinterested, "Hi."

Eve eyed him warily. He had told Jan he would broach the subject of divorce at once. Perhaps he meant it when he said it would all be through a lawyer. As she looked at him, a crafty smile came to her face. Was he in for a surprise!, And perhaps, when she had finished with Janice King, the beautiful blonde would no longer be interested in stealing other girls' husbands!

Eve left Marty's den as silently as she'd entered, and went to her own bedroom. She felt very good. Things were going to be all right. In fact, she was looking forward to a life without the complications of a disinterested husband.

The private phone in the den rang soon after she'd left, and Marty answered quickly, hoping it was Jan. He wasn't disappointed.

"Martin... I want to see you right away," her voice sounded troubled. "I'm at a cocktail lounge near you, called the Hideaway Room."

"I'll be right there," Martin said. "Sit tight."

He grabbed a jacket and left without a word to his wife and quickly drove the few blocks to the cocktail lounge. Inside, only a few customers were at the bar and in the booths that lined two walls. Jan was sitting in a front booth, looking worried as she toyed with a drink.

He slid in beside her, his arm going around her as he kissed her cheek. A waitress appeared and he ordered a scotch and water. When it arrived and he'd taken a sip, he turned to face Jan, sitting off to one side so he could see her face in the dim light.

"What's the matter, baby?" Marty's eyes were wide with concern.

Jan sighed, marshaling her thoughts carefully.

"Eve was watching us make love, Martin. She must have come in sometime when we were so excited we didn't notice. She heard everything we said." She said it simply, without panic.

Marty sipped at his drink, frowning, his eyes clouded.

"She was waiting in my car when I came out."

Marty looked puzzled as he eyed Jan's troubled face.

"What does she want?" he asked anxiously.

"She threatened to go to Kendall and the newspapers with the story of our... our adultery, and of the sex parties!"

"But why?" Marty blurted out. "What can she possibly gain from that?"

"Revenge... by taking something away from you..." Jan didn't quite know how to put it.

"Does she think that house, all that, means anything to me, compared to a life with you?" Martin was still puzzled and now waxed furious.

"She's not talking about the house, Martin," Jan said calmly, "she wants... me!"

Marty's eyes opened wide and hate filled them. His mouth twisted in distaste, his lips curling into a snarl.

"That slut! I'll kill her!" he blurted, but she laid a restraining hand on his lips.

"That's why I had to see you, before you do anything foolish. We can't let her win, and she will, if you do anything to her." She talked quietly and seriously, and Marty squeezed her hand, grateful for her presence.

He fell silent, his mind in a spin. What kind of a lousy trap had Eve rigged? How could they escape? He knew that Eve was perfectly capable of going to Kendall to upset Jan's career, for Kendall was a square-shooter who wouldn't stand for any hanky-panky from his models or anyone on his staff. He handled only the best, and he paid the top wages in the business to insure that he had the best.

So Eve could get at him through Jan. She would do her best to wreck Jan's career, his life, and George King's.

"What can we do?" he said helplessly, spreading his hands wide in a gesture of despair.

"I guess you'll have to trust me, Martin," Jan said, looking deep into his eyes. "I'll have to handle it. I don't know how, but I nave to. It's our only chance. I have to call her tomorrow, and I'll call you as quickly as I know her plans."

He nodded thoughtfully. She was right. If either he or George King made a move to stop her lesbian seduction, Eve would strike!

"All right, but it makes me sick inside to think of her touching you. And, whatever you do, you'd better not let George know anything about this. He's liable to kill you both if he ever found out."

"Don't worry. He won't know. And don't you worry too much. I needed your support, and I needed to know you won't do anything rash, but I'm a big girl now. I've got my whole life at stake... you... my career... everything."

He felt reassured somewhat, but he knew that the next few days would decide the lives of four persons.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Jan spent a restless night, tom between a curiosity about lesbian lovemaking and the threat that Eve Stone posed in her life.

In his own house, Martin was hard put to keep from going into Eve's bedroom and beating her to a pulp, then throwing her ass out in the street. To help, he downed almost a fifth of Scotch, and when he tumbled into bed, he fell into the untroubled sleep of the drunk. When he woke, he had a bad hangover, and he took two aspirin tablets and had several cups of black coffee.

Eve was just getting up, and when he finished his shower, he heard hers running. Martin didn't trust himself to face his redhaired wife, knowing that she planned to force the woman he loved into a perverse lesbian orgy, so he dressed and left early, driving to a small restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard where he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast.

He knew that Jan had a ten o'clock appointment at Kendall's, and he planned to wait for her outside the offices, if only to reassure her that he was standing close by to help...

And across town, Jan was just finishing her makeup when the telephone rang. It was Bill Kendall, and he sounded excited.

"Baby, all heaven just broke loose out here!" Kendall said happily. "Jason Mack, who is advertising vice president of Standard Cosmetics, got a look at your photos a couple of days ago, and he's flying in from New York today to sign you for a flock of television commercials! How about that?"

Jan's heart leaped. Things were happening so fast and so beautifully. For an instant, she had forgotten all about Eve Stone, but at this news, she realized more than ever how much she had to lose if she didn't give in to the lewd demands of Marty's unscrupulous wife.

"That's terrific!" she responded excitedly. "I..."

"You'll have to be here at the studios at four o'clock, Jan. This is usually a cocktail party sort... of thing, you know, with all our P.R. men taking pictures, giving out press releases, all that. Look, this is really big, baby. You're on your way to becoming a rich girl! I'll see you in my office about four!"

He gave her no chance to speak, but hung up. Jan was stunned. She felt weak and trembly all over at the rapidity of these eventful happenings.

As she finished making up, she became aware that this new appointment would upset whatever plans Eve had laid, and it frightened Jan. She was supposed to call Eve this morning, but now she was afraid.

Ironically, the phone rang again, and this time, the panicked blonde heard the evilly purring voice of her tormentor, Eve.

"Just thought I'd catch you before you left for work, darling, to find out what time this afternoon or this evening we can... get together."

"Eve, look..." Jan was close to panic. "I... I can't see you this afternoon or tonight..."

"You'd better, darling..." Eve threatened, still using that low, even tone.

"You don't understand! I have to sign a TV commercial contract at four!" Jan blurted it out without thinking, biting her tongue instantly. That was only giving Eve more of a wedge.

"Oh? How wonderful," Eve cooed cattily. "My, we do have to move fast to keep up with your rising star, don't we?" There was a threat in the last part that wasn't lost on Jan.

"Well, that does give us a few hours until then, doesn't it? Tell you what, darling... why don't you slip into something that's easy to slip out of, and come over to my place now? I'm still not a patient woman, Jan, so I'll expect you here in no more than one hour!" It was a demand, not an invitation, and Jan felt numb as she heard the line click dead. She put the phone down slowly, trying to collect her scattered thoughts.

She remembered that she was supposed to call Martin immediately after she'd talked to Eve, and she dialed his private number with trembling fingers. The phone rang several times, and she looked mystified. She would have thought that Martin would be hovering over the phone.

Suddenly, she heard the receiver being picked up, and the smooth, silky voice of Eve said, "He isn't here, Jan, he left some time ago." Again the click of the phone being cradled and the dead silence:

True panic set in now. She would be alone with Eve without the counsel of her lover! And she had only an hour. Oh God! Where on earth was Marty?

Jan paced briskly, exploring any avenue that seemed open to her. Finally, she looked into the mirror, sighed in defeat, got a light jacket and left. She arrived at the Stone home with less than ten minutes to spare and knocked on the front door.

Eve opened the door, wearing a filmy bit of lingerie that revealed every detail of her voluminous breasts and her curl-shadowed cunt. Her smile was cold, her eyes glittery.

"Come in, my dear," Eve purred, holding the door wide. Jan shivered a bit in spite of the pleasant temperature. As she stepped in and turned to face her seducer, momentary anger took over her reasoning power.

"You have no right..." she began, but Eve raised a hand to cut her off.

"I have every right my dear... as much right as you have to come into my home and steal my husband! Now, let's make the best of things and enjoy, shall we?" She moved forward, touching Jan's shoulder with her hand and sending an icy chill through the younger girl's body.

Jan stood transfixed as Eve's hand moved down across her breast. Eve moved uncomfortably close and grasped both breasts in her demanding hands. She was so close that Jan could feel Eve's hot breath against her cheek.

As the redhead's mouth came close, Jan's lips parted against her will, and she took the older woman's lewdly probing tongue into her mouth. Her mind was whirling with the strange unwanted sensations of arousal that were surging within her pussy. This was all happening so fast. Why, oh why, was she feeling this way?

Her own hands moved up unbidden to Eve Stone's lush, full breasts, and she began kneading them, playing with the taut, hard nipples through the thin negligee as she moved her body closer to Eve, shoving out her pussy so that it almost touched that of the older woman.

Thrill after strange, unexplainable thrill was flooding over Jan's deliriously weaving body now, and Eve suddenly broke the clinch to grab the dazed wife's hand.

"Come, darling," she said softly, pulling Jan along down the hall and into her bedroom.

Jan was numb with perversely stimulated desire as she watched Eve drop her robe then step forward and begin to undress her. Off came her blouse and skirt as Eve fondled the panting blonde's soft breasts, and Jan eagerly slid her own panties down over her hips and stepped out of them. Her breasts were rising and falling in a fury of emotion, her eyes hazy with anticipation as Eve eased her back onto the wide double bed. Jan watched in stunned fascination as Eve's hands moved tauntingly over her taut-nippled breasts then down along her body to the golden "vee" of her tingling pubic mound, finally spreading the lips of Jan's pussy with her fingers and looking lewdly at the exposed pink pussy flesh.

Eve's mouth moved close, her lips parted to reveal the tip of her tongue. With a moan of delight, she plunged her mouth into the blonde-fringed softness of the young wife's cunt, her tongue plunging deep inside Jan's throbbing vagina, and her teeth trying to find the swollen little pleasure bud while her mouth sucked thirstily at the musky, woman-scented flesh.

Jan moaned and squirmed beneath the unnatural attack, spreading her long legs wider, wanting to feel Eve's tongue touch every nook and cranny of her wildly pulsating cunt. Her hands went automatically to the back of Eve's obscenely bobbing head, pulling the older woman's face closer as she herself moaned with delight. Wave after wave of mind-shattering pleasure swept over her helpless body, and she wondered incongruously why she had ever been afraid of Eve. Her lover's red haired wife was now bringing her to the peak of never-before-known delight, sensual delight that matched what any man had ever given her!

Eve was groaning out her own pleasure now as her mouth eagerly sucked the steaming wet flesh of Jan's pussy into her greedy mouth, letting her teeth rake over it savagely as she released it. Each move she made with her spearing tongue, teeth and lips and her fingers squeezing Jan's thighs drove the model to sensual hysteria. She was screaming and gasping for breath, begging piteously, "Eve... Eve, darling... don't make me wait. Make me cum... please... I have to cum... eat my cunt!"

Eve was so involved with the pleasures she herself was receiving from her savage lovemaking that she hardly heard the pleading younger girl. Mixed with the lewd sensations that flooded her own pussy was the emotional thrill of triumph. She had made this loveliest of women her own prey, and she would keep her as her own! She would do anything to possess Jan's sexual devotion... anything!

Expertly, Eve drove the budding model to the rim of an emotional precipice then held her breathlessly clinging there for long, ecstatic moments before finally pushing her over. Jan drifted into her orgasm on clouds of white softness, her body feeling like it was on fire, yet at the same time encased in cooling ice! She knew she had cum many times, and each seemed to be greater in force than the last. Her body felt so deliciously ravaged that she could think of nothing but the sensations that engulfed it.

She could only feel a great need to give this same, wonderful ecstasy to the woman who had taken her to such heights. Almost numbly, she pushed the gasping redhead's mouth away from her still faintly shuddering cunt, moving quickly to push her seductress over on her back as her hungry mouth closed on Eve's and her fingers began to play with her lover's lust-stiffened nipples.

Slowly, she moved from Eve's mouth to her ears then to her slender neck and full, heaving breasts, sucking, licking, nipping gently with her teeth, bringing groans of delight from Eve's throat as the older woman thrashed about, engulfed in the fiery touch of Jan's mouth on her most sensitive flesh.

Jan was like a ravenous animal now, starving for food. Her thoughts were spinning at the sweet taste of Eve's soft skin and the thrill that swept over her own body as she felt Eve responding to her.

Moving down, she spread Eve's legs with her body, her fingers caressing the red-fringed lips of Eve's cunt as she gazed fascinated at the first completely wide-open pussy she had ever seen! Her tongue ran wetly over her shining lips, and she bent forward, opening the softly pulsing slit even wider to run the tip of her tongue lewdly up and down inside. Finding the blood-engorged little bud of Eve's clitoris, she fastened her teeth on the pea-size knob and nibbled hungrily at it as her fingers continued massaging the tender, sensation-filled flesh to either side, causing anguished gasps to expose from her female lover's parted lips.

The young wife marveled at the pleasures that were taking over her own body and emotions; each time Eve leaped with joy at her touch, her own body reacted in kind, demanding its own fulfillment. Almost unconsciously, she moved her hand down to her own hot, slippery cunt to soothe the savage passions burning out of control there.

She dug her fingers in savagely, seeking and finding her own aching love-nub and massaging it wildly as she felt Eve's pussy begin to jerk with short climactic spasms. Keeping pace with her own obscene finger-fucking as Eve's body lunged upward in a final orgasm, Jan quickly brought her own body to the point of uncontrollable ecstasy, and the two of them lay rigidly clasping each other, with Jan's tongue still caressing Eve's clit, and her own fingers creating an afterglow of sensuous relief in her own well-sated pussy!

Jan had lost all track of time. It didn't matter. All that mattered was this newfound sexual thrill that made the world of reality disappear completely.

At last, Eve moved, removing Jan's lips gently from her pussy. She raised up and looked down into the sweet face between her thighs, a great content on her face. Still, Eve couldn't conceal the triumph she felt as she saw the almost hypnotic stare that Jan gave in return. It was as if she were in a daze.

"Sorry, darling?" Eve asked gently.

Jan could only shake her head, her blonde hair swirling about her face and giving her a look of abandon.

"Never! It was wonderful! You were heavenly!" And there was no doubt in Eve's mind that she meant it.

"There are a dozen other ways, darling," the redhead said in a soothing voice. "But we'll have a long time to try them all, won't we?" She wanted reassurance that she truly had won Jan over.

"Oh, yes," Jan said, impulsively grabbing Eve's buttocks and pulling the older woman's pussy close to her face, rubbing her cheek against the reddish pubic hair, feeling the dampness of Eve's cum-smeared pussy lips.

"I know you're excited about this afternoon, darling, and I have things I must do, so..." Eve said, pushing her away and rising. "I'll keep in touch. Perhaps you'd better go now. We don't want to upset the men in our lives, do we?"

It was said in a waspish manner even though Eve smiled sweetly, but it shocked Jan back to semi-reality.

She wondered quickly what Martin had thought when he hadn't heard from her, and where he might have gone earlier when she couldn't reach him.

She rose and donned her clothes, feeling sudden guilt as she looked over at the casual women who was now her lover. Eve was calmly primping, patting at her tangled red hair and flushed face before her dressing table mirror, hardly paying any attention to Jan.

Jan walked over and stood behind, staring at Eve's naked body in the mirror. Then Eve swung about, reaching up to put a hand behind her neck and pull her down. She gave the confused girl a light kiss on the cheek, devoid of any sensuality, saying, "Call me, darling."

Jan was a little shocked at her cool, matter-of-fact manner after the total intimacy of a few moments ago, but she swallowed her pride, nodded to her lover's wife and left.



* * *



Martin Stone had been at first puzzled, then panic-stricken as the moments passed; then an hour slipped by and still Jan hadn't appeared at the Kendall agency. He didn't want to interfere of be a busybody, but he could stand it no longer, and finally he went to a phone booth in the lobby of the building - so he could still watch the entrance and elevators - and called Bill Kendall.

"Bill, Martin Stone. Sorry to bother you, but... has Janice King come in yet? It's fairly important."

Kendall didn't sound irritated, but he surprised Marty when he boomed enthusiastically, "No. She's not due here until around four. Didn't she tell you? She's going to sign a solid-gold TV commercial contract this afternoon. Cocktail party... pictures... you know the routine. Drop in if you'd like."

"Thanks... Bill," Marty stuttered. "If I can. And thanks for all you've been doing. Bye." He hung up.

Damn! He should have waited for Jan's call as he had said he would. He had loused things up good, and now Jan was probably worried about what had happened to him, if she had called to tell him of the change in her plans.

Worse, he had probably missed out on a golden chance to spend a few hours with her!

Damn that Eve! She was the one that was screwing up everyone's lives!

And if she had tried to call him with the good news about the TV signing, Eve would have probably answered the phone! That would have confused Jan even more.

In his disgust and anger, Martin Stone decided that he would take the big first step in getting this whole mess over with. He dialed his attorney and when he was put through he said bluntly, "Sol, Martin Stone. I want you to draw up divorce papers for me as fast as possible!" he listened for a moment, an angry look forming. "Yes, I know what it will cost me, but I want out! This new law - 'irreconcilable differences' - is all I need, and God knows I can prove that!... So she gets half of everything? So what! Either do what I say or I'll get another lawyer!... I know, Sol, but I can't go on any longer. It's got to be this way... and it hasn't got anything to do with anyone else!" It was a blatant lie, but he rationalized that it was none of Sol's business.

"All right, I'll be in tomorrow. You just go ahead with whatever you have to get ready." He hung up quickly, irritated at the cautioning words of his attorney. He felt better as he walked out of the building and got in his car. At least he was doing something to set his life right instead of just wishfully thinking.

He drove home, wrapped in his thoughts. He couldn't understand the things that people did to other people, and yet this was supposed to be his stock-in-trade as a writer. Maybe that was what was wrong, he reflected, he just wasn't keeping up with the changing mores and sexual patterns of the world, and it was reflected in his sterile scripts and story plots.

He resolved that he would hit a hell of a lot harder in his forthcoming efforts... especially after this divorce mess was cleared up, and he and Jan could live a normal life. Maybe the new crop of directors and producers were right... a man had to bend with the wind or be broken in two.

As Marty pulled into his street, he was startled out of his reverie by the sight of Jan's car just pulling away from the curb! He tooted his horn madly, trying to attract her attention, but she didn't notice him.

He stopped the car in the driveway and got out, frowning darkly. Had his slut of a wife trapped Jan already? In a murderous mood as he went in through the front door, he headed immediately for Eve's bedroom to find her just stepping out of the shower.

"What was Jan doing here?" Martin demanded, his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Now, now... Marty," Eve mocked, a look of contemptuous triumph in her eyes, "we don't pry into each other's private lives, do we?" She turned away, drying herself vigorously with a large towel. He watched the cheeks of her buttocks jiggle provocatively as she turned toward a mirror, admiring her naked breasts and face, ignoring him.

He stepped forward and snatched the towel from his startled wife.

"Don't play games with me, you bitch!" Martin shouted. He wasn't even aware that he was knotting the towel suggestively as he glared at her with utter contempt. Eve turned to face him, her eyes deadly.

"Buzz off, buster!" she spat out coldly. "You're a loser! And you've lost again!" She moved quick as a striking rattler, slapping him hard across the face, grabbing the towel from his hands.

The shock hit Marty inside more than outside. Her words could mean that she had already gotten to Jan! It was partly his fault, he blamed himself, for not staying at home for Jan's call. If he had...

But he hadn't. Instead, he'd let Jan walk into a lesbian trap with his wife!

He wanted to strangle Eve right there for what she'd done, but he still had sense enough to know that would be the stupidest act he'd committed since marrying her.

He turned and stalked out, determined to find Jan and find out what had happened between her and his wife.

Eve let her anger simmer, soothing it with the sweet remembrance of Jan's lovely body and the passionate lovemaking techniques which seemed to come so naturally to the girl once the barriers were down.

Eve knew she could handle Martin. The unknown factor was George King. Only one facet of his nature had so far been revealed; he did like sex with a variety of women.

Eve went to the phone and dialed the studio where Jan's husband worked, and after a short delay, was put through to him. She was counting on the fact that Jan hadn't yet informed him of the upcoming TV contract signing, and if her plan worked - by the time he learned of it, Eve would have him in her own little web of intrigue too deeply for him to be a problem any longer.

When the young man answered she put on her sweetest voice.

"George, darling, this is Eve. Surprised? You shouldn't be. You were an absolute hit at the beach party! But more than that, you were a hit with me the other night at our place! I'm sincere, darling. So sincere that I want to have you all to myself for a few wonderful hours. Yes, today! Can I pick you up in an hour? Please, darling... I need you. And I might have a grand surprise for you. No... not connected in any way with Jan... just for you. Does the name Carter Sterling mean anything to you?... Yes, that Carter Sterling, the producer of all those TV programs.

Weaving her plot tighter and tighter, the scheming redhead continued, "He happens to be a former lover of mine, darling... Oh, you can get away? How wonderful. See you outside the gate in an hour!" She hung up, a look of evil contorting her face, leaving a totally confused George King to stare at the receiver on the other end.

Eve savored her victory for a moment, then dialed the number of Shirley Mason.

"Shirl, darling," Eve said in her syrupy favor-seeking voice, "I know you won't mind doing me a favor. I need your place for a few hours, all right? And, honey, I want you there... but only behind the two-way mirror in your divine bedroom with your movie camera all ready to go. You will? You're a dear. And don't be jealous... This is an act, darling. I'll be with you later on tonight."

As she put down the phone, Eve's face was the epitome of triumphant evil.


CHAPTER EIGHT

George King was a mixed-up young man, feeling as if he were playing with sexual dynamite in one Eve Stone! And now this! He wanted to protect Jan and her career chances, but this was getting so complicated that George didn't know just who was a friend or an enemy.

For one, he knew he didn't trust Martin Stone. He looked at Jan as if he wanted to devour her, and at times, as if he owned her outright. So, he had done a big favor by contacting Kendall, and things shaped up fast and beautiful, but the credit for that was Jan's... not Stone's.

George was sure that Stone was now ready to move in for the payoff, and he knew exactly what that would entail. He had seen them together once, and had noticed the disappointment both had shown at the beach orgy when they couldn't be paired. And now... Eve.

Sure, he'd felt flattered at her words, but he had a growing suspicion that there was something more devious involved in their meeting. If only he could put his finger on it. What did Martin Stone's wife really want from him?

And what had Eve meant, mentioning Carter Sterling? Everybody in the business knew that Sterling was one of the top TV series producers, ranking on a par with Quinn Martin. Any writer would give an arm to hook up with his company!

Jesus! Who was after what, in this crazy sex game?

His phone jangled again, and he was overjoyed to hear his wife's voice. Maybe... he hoped desperately... Jan could get him out of this spot he was in.

"George, dear," Jan said hesitantly, "I hope you'll forgive me, but I won't be home when you get there. I have to meet with some cosmetic big shots this afternoon to sign a contract for a series of commercials on TV! Isn't that exciting?"

"What time?" George asked, still hoping she might rescue him from Eve.

"It's set for four, but it's one of those cocktail party things, where they take pictures, give out press releases... all that. I don't really know what time it will be over."

"Well, I guess I'm glad for you," he said hesitantly. Then he suddenly realized how selfish he sounded, and added, "I really am, honey. Congratulations! We're on our way."

On the other end of the line, Jan's mouth twisted in irony at her trusting husband's use of the plural pronoun. She wanted to blurt out the whole sordid account, so as to prepare him for the fall that was coming soon, but she knew she didn't dare.

"Then you understand and forgive me?" she asked.

"Of course." George wanted to shout out to her that Eve Stone had practically blackmailed him into having a private sex session with her. But he felt she had far too much on her mind, and was far too excited, to be bored or distracted with his little problem.

"I'll try to call you," Jan said weakly, "but if I can't, please be patient." She felt a pang of regret that she hadn't yet been able to broach the subject of divorce with her husband, even though she was more certain than ever that that was what she wanted.

"Bye dear," she said wistfully, as she hung up.

George hung up the phone and stared into space. He had to keep his date with Eve Stone! Oh hell! If this woman could open doors for him to the big time, why not give her the whole sexy treatment? She wasn't so hard to take. In fact, for her age, she was really a find! And she was an expert at sex tricks to keep a man interested.

He was almost light-hearted as he headed for the studio gate, checked out with the guard, and climbed into Eve Stone's waiting car with a boyish grin of anticipation on his face.



* * *



Martin Stone heaved an inward sigh of relief as he pulled into the King driveway and spotted Jan's car in the garage. He was quaking inwardly at what he might hear from her, but he remembered their own lovemaking sessions, and he knew that she had been honest, that she had felt all the same completeness, the same permanence that he had. But all the same, his wife's words rankled, eating at his confidence. "And you've lost again!" she had said.

He climbed out of the car and went to the front door and rang the bell. After a second ring, the door opened and Jan stood there, wearing a heavy, terrycloth robe that took away her shapeliness. She was surprised.

"Martin! What happened? You were supposed to wait for me to call!" She held the door open and he walked in, feeling as if he were a reluctant witness at a trial, and she the D.A.

"I... I got worried, darling," he stammered, reaching out for her. But Jan deftly stood aside, coolly surveying him. He didn't blame her, he thought, the way he'd messed it up.

"I went to Kendall's offices and waited in the lobby to see you. When you didn't show up by eleven or so, I called Bill. He told me about the TV thing, the party and all, and I knew I had goofed."

He dropped his eyes before he said, "So, after that, I went home." He raised his eyes, pinning her with his questioning stare. "You were just driving away, Jan." He let it hang in the air between them, as if challenging her to explain.

It was her turn now to be embarrassed. She averted her gaze, feeling ashamed of what she'd done since last seeing him.

"I... I tried to call you after your wife called me, Martin," Jan said weakly, her hand waving in a futile gesture. "She threatened me again, about going to the ad agency, and she insisted that I come to your house. I tried to call you, but she even answered your phone and said you had left earlier, and that she was getting impatient to see me."

Jan fell silent, looking morose, not meeting her anxious lover's eyes.

"And you went," It was a statement, not a question.

Jan nodded glumly, her mind tom between the emotion she felt for this man, and the strong, almost overwhelming sexual attraction she now felt for his evil wife.

"I had to, Martin," Jan pleaded with her tone and her expression. "I had just had the call from Bill Kendall about the TV commercial series, and I was walking on air, and she called, and I could see the whole thing crumbling, if I didn't do what she wanted." She was beginning to sob, and he reached out and took her trembling hands, dreading to receive an answer to his next question, yet compelled to ask it.

"What happened?" he asked calmly.

Jan dropped her head, shaking it, and sobbing as she replied. "I don't know... Marty... I don't know!"

His mind was racing at the possibilities! He had to know the truth, yet he didn't want to accept it?

"You have to face it, Jan," he said, surprising himself at his calmness.

"It happened!" Jan sobbed convulsively, throwing herself into his waiting arms. "It just happened!" The last came out bitterly, laden with self-loathing.

Jan was filled with recriminations. Why had she ever submitted to Eve's forbidden lovemaking? Was it cheap and tawdry, as she had always believed lesbian love to be? Or was it the only real fulfillment a woman could know. She couldn't lie to herself. She had loved it, had been thrilled to her very soul. But did it compare to the adoration she felt oozing from this wonderful man now standing before her? Was it quicksand, compared to the solid rock-bottom of Martin Stone's love?

Stone stared at her, his face pale. He was thinking how easily he could have solved Jan's problem, by simply taking Eve's throat in his hand and choking the life out of her that night when he'd had the chance.

He organized his thoughts deliberately. He had to know the answer to only one question.

"So... where do you go from Eve?" It came out cold and unemotional, but his heart was pounding furiously.

"Oh, Martin," she sobbed bitterly, "I don't know. I just don't know. I'm going out of my mind!"

"And what about you and me?" The question was agony for him.

She refused to meet his eyes, her hands covering her face, she was trembling, and his heart softened as he saw her as a bewildered little girl.

He reached for her shoulders, feeling that same old tingle as he touched her, and he drew her tenderly into his arms.

She cuddled closer, seeming eager to feel the reassurance of his embrace. As his arms pulled her close to him, she automatically squirmed her pelvis closer to his loins, wanting to be aroused, wanting to shed the feeling of shame and guilt that had been with her since she had left Eve Stone's bed.

Yet, the lingering thrill of sapphic lovemaking was still tingling in her belly, and she seemed exceptionally aware of the feel of Martin's body against hers, almost as if she were trying to draw a comparison with his wife. She began to sob softly as she felt the security of his arms and realized the enormity of the game she was playing with so many lives.

"Oh, Martin... Martin... I'm frightened," Jan sobbed.

"Oh I know, I know," he soothed, patting her back as if she were a small child. "But if we don't panic, we can win, darling. We've got to!" He wished he felt the confidence he was trying to impart to her.

"Together, we can make it, Jan. We can't let her split us up. What happened is past. I've ordered my divorce started. I'm going to really write this time. I'll probably move to a small apartment in a few days, so I can concentrate. You've got to want all this as badly as I do, and work for it. Together, we can bury the past and live in good todays and tomorrows. Will you, darling?" He held her away from him so he could look into her tear-filled eyes.

Jan wished she could feel as sure as he did about putting past mistakes out of her mind, and starting fresh. How could he know - or any man know - indelible imprint of lesbian love? And yet, she didn't want her whole life funneled in that direction. There was too much love to be had from Martin... respect, understanding, security, and sexual fulfillment.

"I do want you and what life can mean with you. It's just that... I'm so frightened... I need so much understanding..."

"You'll have my whole life." he said softly.

"Can you forgive me for... for Eve?" Jan asked, letting her eyes drop to his tie, shame written on her face.

"Of course, darling. It wasn't your fault. She's a vicious, ruthless woman, but once she loses her hold on us..."

"Oh, Marty... will she ever let go?" Jan wailed, meeting his eyes with her troubled ones.

"Yes, she will!" A new thought was forming in Martin's mind. Perhaps he had the answer to the entire garbled mess. He needed the help of just one person, and he was certain that he could get it. His own life was at stake, along with Jan's.

His eyes grew more calm as he grinned harshly. He kissed Jan's forehead tenderly. "Darling, just leave it to me. I think I've found a way to pull the stinger from the wasp!" The more the idea took shape, the more confident he became.

"Now," he said brightly, "you get yourself set for that cocktail party! Look your best, beautiful self, and above all, don't worry. I've finally got my courage and my thinking ability back. You'll see! He kissed her on the lips, a fingering promise of a bright tomorrow, and left. His step was springy, his eyes bright with hope as he walked to his car and drove off.



* * *



George King glanced nervously at his watch. He wasn't in solid enough at the studio, as a junior writer, to get away with taking much more time off. He had to get that across to Eve. She couldn't risk his job and his marriage as she was doing.

As he got in on the passenger's side of her car, she said, "Sorry I'm a bit late, darling, but I had to make arrangements with a friend to use her place. We wouldn't want anyone disturbing us, would we?"

She bent over, planting a quick, tonguing kiss on his mouth as she said it. It melted the resentment he was feeling, to a degree, and as she drove to Shirley Mason's house, she chattered away gaily, as if this were a normal, carefree date.

"We'll have the place to ourselves, George," she babbled, "and we can try a dozen wonderful things. I have the idea, you devil, that you know a lot of wonderful sex tricks that you've been hiding."

The dark-haired young man grinned at this. It flattered his ego, and he began to warm to the idea as they neared Shriley's place. After all, he was lucky to be getting all this attention from a sexy, handsome woman like Eve, he rationalized, always ready for a tumble.

George was quickly working himself into a more receptive mood. Eve was wearing a very provocative miniskirt, and as she drove, she deliberately inched it up so that he could see glimpses of her curly red pubic hair. She was wearing no panties, and as he ran his hands over her thighs and let his fingers brush over her pussy lips, feeling the dampness of desire already forming there, he became aroused to the point where he was eager to get going quickly.

Once inside the house, Eve wasted no time. She took him to a large bedroom, furnished in a feminine style, with a large kingsize bed in the center of the room. There were two walls of solid mirrors, and as George undressed, then watching Eve slip out of her dress, he was fascinated at the many reflections of their bodies from different angles.

"George, darling," the full-bodied redhead purred, coming over and taking his almost erect cock in her hand, "I've got a secret desire that I want you to grant me." She bent over and took the blood-engorged head of his cock in her mouth, sucking it just long enough for him to become thoroughly aroused and for his cock to swell to full length and rock-hardness.

"I've never had anal sex, believe it or not," she continued craftily. "I guess I never really wanted it, until I met you. Can we do it that way? Please?"

She leaned close, her lips parted, and in a surge of animalistic desire, George grabbed her and shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth. His hands went to her naked ass-cheeks and he dug his fingers hard into her soft nether flesh in a surge of lust, enjoying the way she winced and wiggled her buttocks.

As the kiss grew more passionate, he ran his middle finger into the valley of heated flesh that separated her buttocks, and thrust it brutally up into her anus.

Eve jumped momentarily, and then intensified the kiss, biting his tongue and sending wild lustful urges surging through his loins. His finger pressed deeper and deeper into her resilient anal passage, and began working in and out until it was slippery.

With a groan of helpless desire, Eve broke from the young writer's grasp and moved over to the bed. She bent over the edge of it and supported herself with her hands, looking provocatively back over her shoulder at him, her face a mask of obscene need.

As he watched the many reflections of her body in the mirrors, George suddenly wanted to shove his cock up her anus more than he'd ever wanted to perform any sex act in his life! He could see the partially hidden slit of her red-fringed vagina, and below it, in plain sight as he spread the milk-white cheeks of her ass, was the brownish-pink, tightly wrinkled rosebud of her anus!

He took his hotly throbbing cock in one hand, spreading her quivering buttocks with the other, and inserted his bulging penile head into her tightly resisting sphincter.

"Uuuugh!" she moaned, partly from pleasure, partly from the stabbing pain she felt. But soon she became violently aroused as she felt his lust-hardened member working relentlessly deeper into her protesting anus, guided by his hand on its blood-ridged shaft.

After a moment, his bursting penis was sliding in and out between her straining ass-cheeks with relative ease, and George put both hands on her hips to brace himself as he set up an increasingly rapid pace.

Eve was grunting with pleasure now, and George was gasping with his efforts. Eve tried to push her buttocks back to him, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, and one of her hands went between her legs as she began to massage her aching clitoris with her thumb and his heavy, sperm-bloated balls with the fingers of the same hand.

"Oh, God...!" George groaned aloud, "I'm cumming, Eve... I'm cumming... now!" His body jerked with the violence of his thrusts, then he drove his cock in to the hilt with a huge gasp, and held himself motionless there as his buttocks quivered with pleasure.

"Yes, yesss! Oh god, baby, I'm cumming too," Eve chorused, amazed at the force and volume of her own pleasure as the young husband's boiling semen rushed up the full length of her wildly clenching rectum.

Then he slumped over her back, his hands caressing her pendulous breasts, as his lips kissed the small of her back, sending shudders of new delight coursing through her nakedly bent-over body. The mirrors had heightened their lust and added to their utter enjoyment of this lewd anal rape, and as George straightened up to withdraw his softening cock from her ravaged anus, he looked in awe at the images of lust that he saw all about him.

Eve flopped forward on the double bed, spent from her energetic participation in the act. She motioned to the bathroom and said languidly, "Clean up a little, darling, and I'll be ready when you come out." George obeyed, and shut the door.

When she heard the water running, Eve sat up and smiled at the section of mirror where she knew the hidden camera to be, waving impishly.

George returned in a few moments, his cock now limp, but as the scheming redhead spread her legs temptingly to give him a good look at her still unsatisfied pussy, spreading the lips with her fingers, his shaft began to rise once more.

"Kiss it, darling," Eve said in a husky voice. "Suck it for me good."

He slid onto the bed between her open legs, his face nestling close to her wetly glistening cunt, reveling in the smell of her... the sweet, heavy woman-smell that always turned him on. He licked at her fingers as she held her pussy lips open, then began to tickle her clitoris with his tongue tip, alternating with savage stabs into the hot wet opening to her cunt.

She took her hands away, and he replaced them with his, using his index fingers to trap the burgeoning little knob of her clitoris, and massaging the soft damp flesh on either side. Eve slid her own hands up to her breasts and began toying with the puckering nipples, gazing dreamily off into space and giving herself completely to the pleasure that was stealing over her entire body.

She was enjoying having George King perform cunnilingus on her, knowing that a camera was recording the entire lewd scene, and that later on those very scenes would serve to make Janice King do some serious thinking about her faithful little husband. Once Eve had cut Jan loose from George, she knew the girl would belong to her.

Eve thrashed about wildly as George's expertly lapping tongue and titillating fingers brought her to a quick orgasm. She thrust her buttocks up off the bed to allow his tongue to get into her yearning vagina as far as it could, as her belly throbbed and spasmed in the throes of her climax.

She subsided, lying limp and satiated, then raised up to look down at his still thrusting tongue, enjoying the afterglow, and the mirror-images of George kissing and sucking her pussy.

"You were wonderful, darling," Eve said softly. "Now, I want you. I want that wonderful thing of yours so deep inside my cunt that I can feel it coming out my throat!"

Her lewd words aroused her even more, and George responded quickly by pulling his tongue from her hair-trimmed pussy slit and crawling up beside her. His hand went to his shaft and he stroked it for a moment, making sure it was hard enough. Then without a word, he pulled her over on her side toward him, raising one of her legs up high so it almost rested on his shoulder, and inserted his cock inside her, thrusting hard, wanting to go so deep that it would hurt her.

George didn't quite understand the savage emotions that Eve Stone aroused in him. He seemed to hate her at times, and at others, like this, she was the most desirable woman in the world. It wasn't love, George knew. He couldn't love Eve, or any woman, like he loved his wife Janice. But Eve had a special knack of arousing all his lust, and then gratifying it fully.

Both of them were so sexually aroused that it was over quickly. It was as if two animals were rutting. They were violent in their actions, interested only in the adulterous sexual thrill, with no thought of love or even affection. And when both had climaxed, there was not even a kiss exchanged, or a gesture of gratitude.

George dressed, giving Eve a perfunctory peck on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, as he'd planned, that she was risking his job by her demands, but his body was so relaxed and satisfied from the sex she had provided, he didn't have the heart.

Eve still lay naked on the bed when he left, looking languid and sleepy.

But as soon as she heard the door close behind him, and his car motor start, she raised up, smiling devilishly, and gestured at the mirror.

Shirley Mason emerged from what appeared to be a closet, taking off her dress hastily, her eyes shiny with lust.

"Now, darling, let's have some decent lovemaking," Eve said, throwing out her arms wide and spreading her legs to her female lover.


CHAPTER NINE

Martin Stone headed for the Kendall offices. If Bill Kendall would go along, the odds were excellent that he could nip Eve's little blackmail game in the bud. Even if he had to sacrifice George King, Eve and himself, Martin had made up his mind that he was going to protect Jan. She was his only concern, at this moment. He felt he had been responsible to a large degree, for the strange fate that had befallen the young blonde.

Kendall was in a dither, getting ready for the cocktail party and signing of his new star model-actress. But Martin was an old friend, and he was directly responsible for having brought Janice King to Kendall, Thus the ad man was anxious to note that Stone appeared haggard, with a worried frown creasing his brow.

"Trouble, Marty?" he asked.

Stone nodded, looking very serious.

"I need a helluva big favor, Bill. I need you to help me avert a tragedy... maybe even a murder!"

"A murder? You're kidding!" Kendall said with a scowl.

Martin shook his head somberly. "No, I'm dead serious. Let me see if I can tell you this so it makes some sense. It's an open secret that Eve has been screwing around for years with every young punk in Hollywood... and even girls. She's been in on more orgies and swap parties than anyone in town." He paused, fiddling with his fingers.

Kendall leaned forward, eyeing Stone with keen interest.

"I'm not trying to play down my part in this, Bill," he went on. "But when young King came to me and asked me to find a solid, honest agency to handle his wife Janice, and I came to you, well... Eve insisted on inviting them over right away. It came out in the conversation that the Kings had been to a couple of those mate-swapping things, and Eve maneuvered it so that we had a four-way affair that very night."

Kendall was frowning, and Marty's face was red with shame, as he continued with a visible effort.

"I know how it sounds, Bill, but for me, it wasn't that way at all. I think I fell hopelessly in love with Janice the second I laid eyes on her."

Kendall nodded, saying, "I could see that."

"And after that first time, I knew I loved her more than I'd ever dreamed a man could love a woman. And I was in heaven when she said she loved me."

He paused and then continued. "I'm filing for divorce, and Jan will soon. But we want to do it decently, quietly, with a minimum of hurt. As you might guess, Jan is all wrapped up in her chances for a top modeling job, and I want that for her. But Eve is playing a dirty game. She's trying to seduce Janice!" He blurted out the last hastily, his eyes averted. He didn't want to tell Kendall that Eve had already succeeded.

"Jeez!" Kendall said softly, shaking his head at the enormity of Eve's actions.

"And that's where you can help. Eve has threatened Jan - and told me also - that unless Jan goes along with her lesbian sex ideas, she'll come to you and expose the whole thing about the swinging, and all. She knows you won't go for that kind of publicity about anyone you handle. But it's a cruel frame, Bill, and you're the only one who can help me stop it!"

Kendall looked serious as he turned the information over in his mind. He was surprised to learn that Janice had even participated in swapping affairs. She seemed so fresh and innocent, so wholesome.

"What do you think I can do?" he asked evenly. Kendall was thinking that it might not be too late to salvage Jan's career, and she promised to be one of the most valuable pieces of property he had ever handled. If there were a chance, he'd almost have to take it. It was too late to call off the signing now, unless it were for a drastic reason.

"Bill, I'm putting my very life on the line!" Stone pleaded, "because if I can't stop Eve from destroying Janice, I'm going to kill her!"

"Calm down, Marty, take it easy. That's fool talk!" He glared at his disturbed friend.

"She'll come to you when I notify her of the divorce, and she'll give you names of people who witnessed Jan at those parties. I wouldn't even put it past her to have taken movies or photographs!"

"And, she's threatened to blow the story to the gossip columnists in the papers, the whole smear! So, what I ask you to do is this: when Eve calls you in the next few days, go along with her. Tell her to bring evidence of what she is saying about Janice, to your office. Call me, and I'll be here with a detective or an attorney."

"I don't know, Marty," Kendall said hesitantly, "that's pretty shady."

"Shady!" Stone exploded, "What in hell do you call what Eve is doing?"

"You seem awfully certain that she will approach me," Kendall grimaced. "I doubt if she'll carry out her threat, if Janice just tells her to go to hell."

"Eve's got Jan scared out of her wits, Bill! This girl is on the doorstep to the biggest dream of her life! She's in a trap, and I just can't see it snap shut on her. I'll stop Eve any way I have to, so help me!"

Bill Kendall looked at the man, his eyes narrowing. He decided that Marty, in his state, and feeling as he did about Janice King, was quite capable of killing his wife.

"All right, Marty, I'll try to help, but only under these conditions: I'll have my company attorney here. I'm sure Eve will back off when it comes down to it, but if she does approach me with this dirty business, I'll go along. Fair enough?"

Martin sighed a noisy sigh of relief.

He slumped in his chair, emotionally exhausted. At least, he had one potent man on his side, and a man who was definitely interested in protecting Janice from blackmail.

Martin finally stood up, his face much brighter as he managed a weak grin. "Thanks, Bill, more than I can ever say."

"I've got a big interest in the welfare of this girl, you know," Kendall said nonchalantly. "And you take it easy with those threats or thoughts of getting even with Eve. Let the divorce courts handle it. Hear me?" He walked around the desk and slapped Marty's shoulder. "It'll work out, Marty."

Marty left, feeling his hopes rising, now that Kendall was willing to help. Still, there was the fear that Eve would go to the sleazy underground papers, or even to some of the major columnists and give them an earful of names and places.

He wondered if it had gone too far for Eve to listen to reason, to grant the divorce quietly, if he made extra concessions. Marty was willing to give up every material possession he had, if it would protect Jan.

He toyed with the idea of broaching the subject of a divorce that would mean her getting everything, right down the line, but he sensed instinctively that that would not be enough to satisfy Eve's personal need to dominate, to destroy, to own every person she came into contact with.

"He wondered if he would trust his emotions if he accepted Bill Kendall's invitation to drop in at the cocktail party for Jan, and he decided against it. She would be nervous enough, and he might become jealous and make a foolish move if one of the men made a pass at her.

Marty Stone felt lost - homeless. He suddenly thought of George King, who must feel as lonely and unnecessary as Marty did. Might be a good idea to have a drink with him, he thought, to find out where he stood in this picture.

He called George at the studio and was told that the young writer was out. He decided, against his better judgement, to go home. He had procrastinated much too long in getting a couple of new script outlines down on paper to present to a couple of producers who still cooperated with him when they possibly could.

The house was empty and Eve's car was gone, for which Marty was glad. In his den, he mixed a quick brandy and soda and sat at his typewriter. His mind was clearer, now that he'd told the whole story to Kendall. And after today, Jan would be on her way up the career ladder, his divorce would be underway, and life should begin to be brighter. All that was left for him to do was to start to produce some salable scripts, and get his feet back on the ground. He and Jan would do fine!

He worked hard for two hours, the words leaping to his relaxed mind. His back was a little tired, and he had another brandy and soda, this one much stiffer. Glancing at his watch, he reflected that the party at Kendall's must be going strong by now.

Marty returned to his typewriter, feeling the beginnings of a happy glow.



* * *



At the Kendall suite, people roamed about, glasses in hand, munching on hors d'oeuvres, chatting gaily and making witty remarks. It was giddily exciting to Janice King, as she met name after name that she knew she ought to recognize, but didn't. Three newspapers had photographers and reporters there, and the place buzzed with camaraderie and a faint circus atmosphere.

It was like a dream to her... a dream that had haunted her for years, that was now about to come true. She suddenly wished that Martin had come. He would be so proud of her! The young blonde model had done a lot of soul-searching in the time between their last kiss and her arrival at the party, and she had firmly and finally decided that no matter what it might cost, it was Martin Stone she loved and wanted. Under analysis, her brief lesbian fling had left her feeling empty and cheap, like a whore.

But Martin Stone offered an anchor that She had never had. He combined all the qualities she'd ever desired. He was a virile, yet tender lover, a sound-thinking mature man who had sensibilities and talent, and. whose main interests didn't involve sex kicks. She would tell Eve to go to hell, once the contract was signed for the TV commercials. There wasn't much Eve could do, really, that would give cause to breaking a legal agreement.

Oh, it would be nasty for a time, Jan surmised, but with the strength she could draw from Martin, they would make it.

The musing wife was startled out of her daydream by Bill Kendall. He had come up beside her, and slid his arm about her waist.

"The big wheels will be here shortly, honey," he said, glancing at his watch. "Meanwhile, I want to talk to you in my private office."

Jan smiled politely at him and followed him as he elbowed his way to the door of his office, then held it open for her. She didn't think anything of it when he locked the door behind them. He motioned to a couch and she seated herself primly, expecting some final advice on the contract signing.

He surprised her by sitting beside her, close enough so that his arm draped across her shoulders.

"You're soon to become a rich and famous young lady, Jan," Kendall began. "Don't you think it would be nice if you showed me a little... appreciation?"

Jan turned her head quickly, searching his face to see if he was serious. Martin had assured her that Kendall was one man who not only did not stand for hanky-panky by his staff or clients, but who did not go in for it himself!

She sensed instantly from his silken tone, and his lecherous smile, that he was in earnest!

She pretended innocence.

"You know I'm so grateful, Mr. Kendall..."

"Bill..." he said chidingly.

"I... I don't understand..." Jan was beginning to be nervous. This was a surprise, and an unwelcome one. She had come to trust and like Kendall as a father, and now he was acting like he expected a sexual payoff for his efforts on her behalf!

"Come on, don't put on an act for me," Kendall said, sliding one hand quickly beneath her miniskirt and running it quickly up to her crotch!

"Stop it!" Jan said indignantly, trying to shove his hand down.

"Cut the act, baby," Kendall's voice turned sharp and nasty. "I hear that you're one of the greatest little swingers in Hollywood! Stop acting like a virgin! After all, I'm really doing a lot for you. You ought to be willing to fuck me, after all the freebies you've passed out!"

Jan pushed him hard and struggled to her feet, glaring at him.

"You crummy bastard!" She spat at him. "And everyone says you're such a straight, honest guy!"

"I am," Kendall leered, "with the innocent ones. And I've never seen as sexy and beautiful a lay as you."

"Who told you?" she exploded, as the thought flashed across her mind that Eve Stone had already spewed her filth to Kendall.

He shrugged nonchalantly and stood up.

"Martin Stone, for one."

Her mouth dropped open in shock. The words stuck in her throat, and finally managed to tumble out.

"You're a liar! He wouldn't tell you such a thing!"

"Oh? Who else would tell me about your little mate-swapping orgies with Eve Stone and your husband?" Kendall was hitting hard now, and Jan was reeling from the punches.

Was the whole world a fraud? Was everyone using sex as a bargaining position? Wasn't there a decent man left in the world? No, it couldn't have been Marty... it just couldn't be.

"It was Eve, wasn't it?" the distraught girl asked hysterically. She felt her world crumbling about her feet. Everyone she had ever known or cared about was deserting her, throwing her to the wolves!

"No, it was Martin!" Kendall said nastily, his mouth twisted in a leer. "And if you give it to him, and some of those other swinging guys, then why are you making such a big fuss about me wanting some?"

Kendall strode up to her and grabbed her arm, attempting to thrust her back down on the couch. She struggled, scratching at his face, and he became furious. He slapped her hard, several times, until she thought she was going to pass out, and then he flung her to the couch where she lay numb and half-dazed.

Kendall reached quickly up under her cocktail dress and pulled at her panties, working them down until he got one leg free. Then he pulled her legs apart brutally and stared like a madman at her blonde-curled loins. His pants bulged out ominously in the front, and he was trembling with desire.

Jan struggled to get up, trying to clear her brain of shock. She had been stunned by the force of her boss's slaps, but galvanized into resistance by what he was now trying to do. She gasped as she saw him unzip his pants and release the burgeoning rod of his cock. It was thick and long and hard, and jiggled menacingly as he lowered himself down over her body, prying her legs spart with his knees as he tried to mount her.

Jan tried to scream, but no sound came. She summoned every bit of her strength to push the lust-maddened man off her, but it was useless.

Kendall forced her down with one hand, while his other guided his massively swollen cock forward toward her panty-less cunt. She tried to tighten the inner muscles of her vagina to block his illicit entry, but it didn't work. Once the hard heavy knob of his cock-head had penetrated a few inches, the channel of her moist warm flesh served as a guide for his penis, and he used both hands to hold her down, while he plunged furiously into the depths of her unwilling cunt!

"Unnghh!" she moaned, pushing ineffectively against his chest.

He was grunting like an animal in pain, his face contorted with lust, and he began cumming deep inside her tightly quivering belly only moments later, continuing to push in and out until he was totally drained of his burning semen.

Jan was too numb to experience any feeling at all. She felt shame and self-hatred that she had ever trusted any human being.

Kendall released her then and got up. He wiped his cock with his handkerchief, then put it back in his pants and zipped his fly. He was red-faced from his exertions, and from the guilt that was now creeping over him.

He glanced at the limp woman on his couch, sorry now for what he had done. He hadn't been able to control himself after Martin Stone had left his office. Janice King appeared in a very different light - as a sexpot who was putting on an act and using him as a stepping stone. And after a few drinks, he became determined to show her up for what she was... a clever slut with a face and body like an angel's!

Jan lay there on the couch, softly sobbing, her pussy still nakedly revealed, and her panties twisted around one leg. She looked like a doll that a thoughtless child had discarded. But her eyes were like ice as she met his stare.

"I'm sorry, Janice. I had to do that. But if you choose to try to bring charges, I'll swear that you seduced me, then tried to blackmail me into a career, and I'U produce witnesses to all your sex-swapping sessions. If you want to stay, I won't ever do that again, unless you want me to. It's your choice. You can go on out, mingle with the crowd, then sign a solid gold contract, or you can just walk out quietly!"

He walked to the door, gave her one backward glance, and then left.

Jan lay there for a long time, reviewing the shattering series of events that had occurred in the last few weeks. What had she become? Where was she going? And who cared, anyhow?

Finally she roused herself, pulled her panties back on, and redid her makeup to hide the tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes seemed empty as she stared in despair at the reflection in her compact mirror. Who could she turn to? Who really wanted anything from her but sex? Anyone?

Somehow, a thread of hope had remained. She still couldn't make her confused mind believe that Marty was the one who had told Kendall her secret. It just couldn't have been. He couldn't have been lying to her... not with his body, his attitude, his honesty of purpose!

She walked to the desk phone and dialed Marty's private phone, and when she heard his voice, she almost panicked again. What could she say? How could she ask him?

"Is that you, darling?" Jan heard him say, after waiting for her to reply to his first "hello?"

"Oh, Marty, Marty," she sobbed, relief flooding back to her mind, "I'm so lost... so tired. Please... come and get me!"

"Are you still at Kendall's party?" Marty asked, alarm showing in his voice.

"Yes, but I'm leaving. I'll meet you in the lobby of the building. Please hurry!"

Martin fought down panic and anger. That something dreadful had happened was clearly evident from the weary sobs that he heard.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes, darling. Keep your chin up, whatever has happened!" He hung up without giving her a chance to say more.

Jan King stared at the phone, her heart welling with hope. It hadn't been Martin who had told Kendall about her past sex mistakes. It couldn't have been!

Feeling a little better, the would-be model walked to the door. As she opened it, she saw Kendall standing nearby. He spotted her immediately, but made no move to stop her or talk to her as she slipped unobtrusively through the jammed room. His eyes never left hers, and she thought that they held a silent warning. At the front of the suite of offices, Jan paused and looked back at the happy, booze-laden crowd. She wondered fleetingly why she had ever wanted this world. With a last look at the glowering Kendall, she opened the door and went out.

She took the elevator down to the lobby, and paced anxiously near the front door until she saw Martin Stone pull his car to the curb, leap out and come running inside.

As his arms went around her, she came apart at the seams and went limp, sobbing like a little girl.

"Take me somewhere, Martin," she begged, "not to my home or yours... somewhere away from everything... everybody... where there is just you and I!"

He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, kissing her lips tenderly.

"It's all right, baby doll," he soothed, kissing her again, "it's all right now."

"And make me know, for the rest of the night, darling, that there is still love and decency and goodness," Jan mumbled through the kiss.

He took her arm and put his other arm about her waist, and they walked out into the balmy California night, both sensing that they were entering a whole new world.


CHAPTER TEN

They sat on the beach, watching the moon-crested waves break on the shore. Marty had called a friend and gotten the key to his beach house at Malibu, and they had stopped only long enough to pick up the key then had driven directly to the isolated haven that seemed as remote from Los Angeles as the moon.

Jan had asked that she not tell her story until they were out by the beautiful sea with the night and the sounds of the sea as their only distraction.

Marty had fixed martinis, and they had relaxed with the drinks, just easing the tensions that had warped both of them for what seemed to be an eternity. They had hardly touched, except for a tender kiss as they undressed each other.

And now they lay naked together on a blanket close to the ocean.

Martin looked at the blonde loveliness of her as the moon's rays gave a platinum tint to her golden tresses and made a silvery shadow of her pubic hair; he knew this was the woman he loved.

Martin sighed deeply, hating to break the spell, but his curiosity was spoiling the mood.

Bending close, he kissed one of her breasts, laving the tiny, taut nipple with his tongue, squeezing the luscious mound of flesh that surrounded it with his free hand.

"It's time we talked, dear one," he said gently. "Tell me now what happened."

Jan looked up at him, her soul in her eyes, speaking volumes about the adoration she felt in her heart.

"Yes," she nodded, her silver-touched hair riveting his eyes, "I want to talk."

She reached for his hand and they sat up, facing one another. She had her knees drawn up, barely revealing her curl-covered pussy mount in the pale moonlight. He sat cross-legged, his penis limp, his mind and heart on her words, her spirit, her emotions. He felt somehow that there would be an entire lifetime for all the thrilling sex acts that either or both could devise. Tonight, they had to pave the road to paradise.

"Try not to interrupt, Marty," Jan begged. "It's hard enough for me to tell you what happened."

"I understand, darling... I'll try," he promised.

"I wanted to talk to you so much today when you came to my house, but I was too ashamed. I had been with Eve, and she did... do what she wanted with me... and... for a while... I guess I... I liked it!" Marty started to interrupt, but she held up a silencing hand.

"But when I had a chance to think, I felt terrible. I felt degraded and cheap and empty. I did a lot of thinking, and I had made up my mind that whatever the outcome, it was you that I wanted for the rest of my life."

Her hand touched his in a reassuring gesture.

"At first, I wished you had come to the cocktail party at the ad agency to be with me, but looking back, I'm glad you didn't. Things might have been entirely different, and much worse.

"I mingled with the people, and they were all nice to me, congratulating me and all that. I didn't have more than two cocktails. I wanted to be fresh and bright when I signed and the photographers took all the pictures.

"Then, Kendall came up and said he wanted to talk to me in his office. When we went in, he locked the door, but I didn't think anything about it then." Jan paused, embarrassed again, and then forced herself to continue.

"I sat on the couch and he sat next to me, and suddenly he said he'd done a lot for me and it was time I showed a little appreciation. I pretended not to know what he meant, and he began grabbing me... feeling my pussy... getting nastier all the time. When I saw he was really serious about it, I pushed him away and tried to get to the door, but he slapped me around some and dragged me back to the couch. He was saying that you had told him I was a real swinger, and he wanted his payoff after all the free stuff I'd passed out. I think him saying that about you stunned me as much as the slaps." She looked at Marty for a brief moment, but he made no move to answer her unspoken question.

"Anyhow, he took off my panties and raped me, and I couldn't stop him. Then he said I could try to bring charges in which case he would expose all the swinging I'd done, produce witnesses and claim I had tried to seduce and blackmail him to get a career. He said if I wanted to forget it and sign, he'd never touch me again. And that's it."

She had hurried on, not wanting to dwell on the unpleasant details, and now she sighed sadly.

Martin was shaking his head in disbelief.

"Bill Kendall! Bill Kendall! Christ, what a blow."

She waited a moment, but he sat there, pondering the betrayal by his old friend, a man he had trusted implicitly.

"Why would he say that you had told him I was a real sexpot, a free-swinger, Marty?" Jan pressed. "It must have been Eve because he knew all about you and me and George and her. It had to be Eve!"

He took her hand in both his own, trying to look into her eyes in the veiling moonlight. His voice was pained as he said softly, "I was the one who told him about that, Jan, but I told him as a friend in order to explain to him what Eve was planning. I was trying to set a trap for her if she came to him with those stories. He promised he would help me. I don't know what was taking place in his mind, but I believed him. Forgive me, darling. I was a damned fool to trust him."

She squeezed his hand. "I trusted him, too, dear. Don't blame yourself or punish yourself. I think that, at last, we know where we stand. We only have each other to count on."

He moved over closer and kissed her. Her words rang in his ears "... and make me know, darling, for the rest of the night, that there is still love and decency and goodness..."

He began to giggle, with a tinge of hysteria hidden in his voice. She was mystified by it and peered at him as he kissed her hair, then her shoulder.

"Funny," Marty said, "but I thought that all this would end in a big brawl, screaming, clawing, with attorney's trying to make some sense of it. Instead, the final scene is on a beautiful beach in the moonlight."

"This can't be the final scene, Martin," Jan said soberly. "We've only taken the first step. What are we going to do now?"

Marty felt free. For the first time in many years, he felt inspired, ambitious, eager. "Love each other," he said lightly. "Be sensible!" Jan rumpled his hair then hugged his head to her breast.

"Love makes more sense than anything else in the world." His tone was sober and sincere as his hand went to her breast and his lips closed over the taut nipple. He toyed with the rigid button of flesh that topped the softer, larger mound, licking it and nipping playfully at it with his teeth.

Janice lay back on the blanket, and he looked at her naked beauty that was given a mysterious touch of enchantment by the moonlight. The silvery pale glow seemed to touch every tiny blonde hair on her body, giving her the appearance of a goddess of beauty from another planet.

"I want to let you know that there is love, good clean love and all the fine things, Jan," Marty said in a passionate voice. "Because that's all I have ever felt for you."

He lay beside her, his hand caressing her breast, his mouth close to her ear. He touched the shell-like hollow with his tongue, sticking the tip of it in her ear. Then he kissed her neck and then her breast, moving his body downward so that he could reach all of her body with his hotly searching tongue. The tip plunged maddeningly into her navel, circling about as the young blonde squirmed with mounting arousal. Marty surprised her as he rolled her over onto her stomach and raised up over her back so he could kiss her neck, just at the hairline.

He slid his hands beneath her, each holding one of her full, firmly set breasts as he licked and sucked the flesh of her shoulders then the hollow of her back. His tongue began to dart quickly, making Jan jump and wiggle about as he moved down the ridge of her spine until his lips and tongue caressed the dimples at the top of her buttocks.

Moving so he was between her legs, Marty spread the alabaster mounds of flesh to reveal the darker circle of her anus. His tongue licked wetly all around the puckered little ring and then moved on down to take in the top of her inner thighs.

"Ooooh, oh, ooooohhh!" Jan moaned, wriggling with delight.

His tongue moved ever closer to her anus and finally he began to tickle her sensitive nether flesh. She squealed as his tongue tip plunged suddenly inside the tight little opening, trying to thrust in as deeply as he could.

She relaxed her taut anal muscles and allowed him to plunge his tongue in and out as she raised her pelvis off the blanket, shoving the rounded white mounds of her ass-cheeks back toward him for more.

Marty worked his tongue in and out for a time then moved still farther down, licking at the edges of her pussy and gradually inserting his tongue into the moist, musky interior of her pussy.

He rolled Jan over, spreading her legs wide, his mouth fastened to her curl-rimmed cunt lips, his tongue obscenely probing the seething inner flesh.

He licked her passion-inflamed pussy-lips from top to bottom then shoved his tongue deep into her hotly clasping vagina as Jan moaned and writhed with joy. As be began pressuring her swollen clitoris with his tongue. Jan suddenly pushed him away and twisted around on the blanket to bring his desire-stiffened cock up to her face while his mouth stayed close to her pussy.

Taking his long, rigid shaft in one hand, the blonde ex-model plunged it deep inside her mouth, sucking it eagerly inward, and letting her teeth rake the sensitive shaft. And as her tongue darted back and forth, caressing the lust-swollen head, Marty resumed his love-inspired licking of her passion-flushed cunt.

As they grew more and more aroused, Jan rolled onto her back so that her older lover was straddling her face, his thick, blood-engorged cock thrusting deep into her throat. She opened her mouth wide, letting the shaft of flesh slide in deep. And as he moved his buttocks upward, she sucked hard on it, providing a maddening friction with her teeth, lips and inner cheeks as well as her tongue.

Their motions began to quicken, and they climaxed almost simultaneously. Jan sucked his spurting cock deep into her throat, draining every drop of his semen, using her tongue to lave it and clean each trace of his ejaculation, swallowing the thick, salty juices.

"Unghh!" she moaned around his surging shaft, thinking, Yes, yes, oh God, Marty darling, I'm cumming with you!

Marty continued to lick her wildly trembling cunt, pressuring with his tongue, until her legs squeezed tightly together, indicating her final satisfaction.

He collapsed up beside her then, lying facing her, smothering Jan's lips with kisses.

"What are we going to do, Marty?" she asked finally, pulling back.

"Face it," he said flatly.

"What about all that dirt that Eve will show anyone who will listen?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "We'll live with it. Once we are married, nobody would have the guts to bring it up."

"But what about work? What chance would I have as a model?" Jan sounded glum, and she snuggled closer to him.

"It'll be rough, honey," he consoled her, "but we can make it." He didn't feel as confident as he tried to sound. She was right. Hollywood was, in effect, a small town, and gossip had a way of becoming fact, then legend, and many careers had been destroyed by this practice.

Marty sat up and looked out at the sea, his eyes narrow as he pondered a plan.

"I've got an idea, Jan," he said brightly, "if you're willing to try it. This is what we'll do."

She sat up, staring at his face bathed in moonlight, looking like some creature from another planet.

"We just go! That simple! I'll give Eve the whole smear... everything but my car. You do the same with George. We go to Mexico, and we can be divorced inside an hour! Then we head for New York. After all, that's where I started. And New York people don't pay much attention to Holly wood gossip about unknowns... and in New York you are unknown."

"And another thing... your name will be different! Who ever heard of Janice Stone?"

He stopped suddenly, glancing at her face to see how she received this idea. Jan was looking thoughtful, but a faint smile hovered about her pretty lips.

"It's asking a lot of you..." Martin said dubiously.

"To give up this sordid life for a fresh, clean one with the man I love?" Jan said happily. "I don't call that giving up anything. I call it getting a whole world of happiness."

"And there's a lot of places there that both of us can work," Marty said enthusiastically. "Some of the biggest ad agencies in the world, and there is still a lot of TV coming from there, plus, it's still the publishing center of the world!"

"We'll show 'em, darling!" Jan said, taking his arm and kissing him quickly.

"You bet we will, honey!" he replied, laughing.

He felt like a young man again, stepping out of college and into a world of challenge, only this time, he had a beautiful woman with him who would share everything, good or bad.

He looked deep into her eyes and his hand stroked her blonde hair lovingly.

"I'll make it a sweet life, darling," Marty said, his voice choked with emotion.

"No... we'll make it a sweet, wonderful life," Jan replied, laying her hand on his as it rumpled her hair.

"Let's skinny-dip!" She said happily, rising and pulling him to his feet. She seemed like a teenager, carefree and happy, as she dashed across the sand and leaped into the ocean.

He raced after her and went on past her, bucking the shallow water until it was up to his knees. He launched into a flat dive, and as the water closed over him, he felt clean again as if it had washed away all the yesterdays with their harsh memories.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eve Stone looked at the typewritten note for the tenth time, shaking her head in disbelief. She had never thought he would have the guts to leave her. Not Martin... the quiet, staid, solid rock.

He had taken only a few of his clothes, his typewriter and related materials and his car. The note told her that everything else was hers, and that he had notified his attorney that it was to be made legal. The divorce notice would come in the mail.

Not a word about Janice. Not even a courteous good-bye. Just the businesslike letter that said he had taken all the money out of his personal savings account but left the checking account intact while giving her all the property.

Eve shrugged nonchalantly. She'd make out. But a frown came over her face as she pondered the thought.

What could she do? The money she had wouldn't last too long, and she was on the far side of forty, and hadn't had to shift for herself for many years. She had lost contact with the world she once knew. What was left?

Her thoughts flashed to George King. She assumed that he, too, had received a "Dear John" letter from Jan, for it was obvious that Martin must have taken off with her. She went to the phone and called his office, but he wasn't there so she called his house.

His tone was surly as he mumbled a "hello" that was almost a snarl.

"Eve Stone, George," she said anxiously, hoping he wouldn't hang up. She knew that he would be taking it hard... much harder than she was.

"Yeah, she's gone," he said in a dispirited tone, "and I suppose Martin is, too. You really screwed things up, didn't you?"

Anger burned in her gut, but not for long.

"Don't be childish, George," she chided. "They're both adults. What happened, happened. The thing to do is to make sure that we don't let it put us down."

"Sure, that's easy for you, Mrs. Richbitch!"

Eve giggled at the remark. "Rich? Far from it, George. But I do have a lot of things going for me... some money, the house, some good connections..."

There was a pause. Finally, he said reluctantly, "I guess you're right. You don't just curl up and die. So... what are you going to do?"

"Make the best of it. After all, the world... my world... didn't revolve around Martin Stone. I have dozens of people to fill it. For example... you! Why not come on over and spend the night' We'll have a lot to talk about and a lot to do... You remember me mentioning Carter Sterling? Well, I just might call him tomorrow and see if we can set something up for you? Now, does that sound like I'm giving up?"

Again, a longer silence at his end.

"George?" she said sharply.

"I'm here... thinking about what you said," he replied.

"After all, we do hit it off beautifully in bed, and I know we'll complement each other in lots of ways. Why shouldn't we team up? The real name of the game is sex... and we know that we certainly are good at that part of it. The rest is apple sauce, and we'll work it out." She paused, giving him a chance to reply.

He remained silent so she spoke again.

"Why mope when a warm, sexy woman is waiting to take your big cock in her mouth and wants to feel your lovely tongue in her pussy? Snap out of it, George... get with it. Remember, there's always tomorrow to think about, and who wants to spend it alone?"

Further silence...

"I'll be good for you, George," Eve coaxed.

George mumbled something she couldn't make out then he spoke in a clear voice.

"You're right, Eve about not moping, but this would never work. Thanks anyway, babe.

"Oh no, wait, George, wait, think about it. We..."

"Eve!" The tone of his voice was ominous.

"Yes, I understand, George," she said wistfully at last. "But we could work it out..."

"Sure we could."

The click of the receiver being replaced was the last sound Eve heard.

The End





