Chapter 5

In the parking lot where Grace Furness had told Tommy Singleton to wait for her, in a different part of the complex of buildings from where both of them lived, Tommy was sitting in his car, nervously smoking another cigarette. She had told him not to wait after two o'clock if she didn't come, and it was almost that now. He had already set his mind on another exciting afternoon in bed with her, and he was trying to decide how much longer he would wait past two o'clock. He decided to stay an extra fifteen minutes in spite of what she had told him, and at the very moment he made the decision, he saw her wending her way toward his car. She had to make her body twist and turn as she passed among the closely parked cars in front of him, and he gritted his teeth, hissing his breath out between them as he saw her fully mature breasts and hips undulating back and forth from her efforts. He abruptly decided it would be worth it to keep this thing going with her for the time being, despite his initial reservations about agreeing to let her husband try his luck with Linda. Nothing he had ever experienced could compare with the promise of pleasure her body offered him over and over again every time he caught sight of his gorgeous blonde neighbor. He flipped his cigarette away out the window and opened the door to greet her, not even glancing around first to see if anybody they knew was observing him.

"Hi, honey," she smiled as she came close. "Sorry I'm a little late, but I couldn't get away from the neighbor next door until now." She lifted her face up to his and he pressed his lips down over the moist softness she offered to him. Without hesitation her tongue slipped wetly between his lips and probed deep into his mouth, her eager body pressing full length against his sending surges of urgent heat soaring down into his loins.

"The neighbors suspect something is going on," she almost whispered to him when they finally separated. She looked carefully around the parking lot as if to see if they had been watched.

"So what?" Tommy asked, emboldened by the lustful sensations rushing through his body and his previous success with his friend's wife. "If it's all right with Fred, who cares about the neighbors?"

"We still have to live here," Grace explained a little curtly. "Believe me, it can be awfully uncomfortable if the local gossips get started on you."

"Are you trying to back out on me now?" Tommy said, surprising himself with the masculine forcefulness in his tone.

"I wouldn't do that in a million years, lover," she replied, playfully digging her fingers into his ribs. "But I think I ought to go up to the apartment first, and after a few minutes you come up as quickly and quietly as you can. Don't use the elevator. Somebody might hear it stop and look to see who's coming onto the floor."

Feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't canceling him out that afternoon, Tommy agreed and watched her leave in the opposite direction from the way she had come. He glanced at his watch and timed himself.

A few minutes later he emerged at the top of the fire stairs and opened the door as softly as he could. To his surprise, Grace was waiting outside her door with a tight smile of complicity on her face.

She put her finger to her lips in a sign for him to keep quiet and then they entered the foyer of the apartment. When the door was shut behind them, Grace put her lips tantalizingly close to his ear and whispered, "Let's not make a sound until we're in the bedroom with the door closed. Why don't you go into the kitchen first -- see if you can find us a drink while I do a couple of things to get ready?"

She let her hand graze lightly over the crotch of his pants as she left him, and he walked toward the kitchen feeling his penis throbbing slightly inside his jockey shorts. He tried his best to keep the ice from clinking into the glasses as he mixed up two gin and tonics, and then smiled to himself foolishly as he thought of the moaning and mewling noises she would be making under him in a few minutes. But if she thought it necessary to be quiet he wouldn't argue the point.

Grace did as she had told Tommy she was going to do. She went into the bedroom, stripped naked before the mirror and then put on a frothy red silk robe which she knew would excite him. She splashed a little perfume on her breast and up between her thighs and finally let herself back out of the bathroom without making the slightest sound. When she reached the door into the bedroom, she put her ear close to the wood and listened. She was disappointed not to detect the sounds of lovemaking that she wanted to hear from inside the room, and leaned down to look through the purposely enlarged keyhole.

A satisfied smile passed over her Ups at what she saw. Fred is a sly one, she thought to herself. He was inside with Tommy's wife all right. And it looked like he was hot on the trail. He was holding the innocent young wife in his arms as if comforting her. At the same time his softly murmured words were paving the way for his designs on her youthful body, and Grace knew it wouldn't be long now before he got down to business.

I'd better get back to lover-boy now and do my bit, she reminded herself, and she straightened up to return to the kitchen.

"Jesus, you look great!" Tommy exclaimed when she stepped through the door. Through the almost transparent gown he could see every indentation and hollow of her tantalizing body, and in spite of his familiarity with its firm yielding contours he sucked in his breath at the sight.

"All the better to seduce you, lover," she smirked, flipping the gown open briefly to reveal to him the delights she again offered him. A taunting smile on her face, she reached for the drink he held out to her. Now, she told herself.

Pretending not to have had a tight grip on the glass, she let it slide through her fingers and fall to the floor. It smashed into a thousand pieces at their feet, glass flying in all directions, the ice cubes skittering off under the refrigerator.

"Ohhhh!" she cried. "I'm so clumsy, Tommy. And now I've wasted the drink." She bent over and began to pick up the largest pieces of the broken glass.

"Christ! If that didn't get through to your neighbors, nothing would," Tommy exclaimed as he bent over to help her. He suddenly felt his penis jerking into life in his pants as he noticed that her knees were widespread as she knelt in front of him, the pinkly layered folds of her vaginal opening visible from his position. As he watched, the tiny inviting mouth seemed to open and close slightly from the way she repeatedly dipped and bobbed to pick up the broken glass.

Finally she noticed him staring wide-eyed at her exposed pussy, and she spread her bent knees still wider apart, giving him a better view. She made a little moaning sound with her lips and he tore his eyes from her palpitating cuntal slit to look into her eyes. She smiled a lewdly seductive smile and, disregarding the possibility of being hurt by any glass she had missed she rolled slowly back onto her haunches. Slowly she lay herself back completely on the floor and raised her knees, parting the gown to reveal her nakedness beneath in all its glory.

She lifted up her arms in invitation for him to come down on top of her, and he wasted no time in ripping off his clothes. Nothing mattered to him now but to enter that warm wet world inside her moistly flowering cunt as soon as possible. Dropping his shirt and pants into the dear puddle of gin and tonic on the floor, he lowered himself over her. They were rocking in time with each other even before his blood-inflated cock-head touched the welcoming wetness up between her thighs and they began crooning into each other's ears.

"What was that?" Linda whispered in a startled voice in Fred Furness' bedroom. "I didn't know anybody else was here in the apartment."

"Shhhhh! It must be Grace," admonished Furness. "She must have come back sooner than she said she would." He stood still for a long moment, listening and pretending to be thinking. Finally he grasped Linda by the arm and squeezed it hard in his fingers.

"Quick, Linda. This may be our chance. Get some of your clothes off before she comes in here." At the same time as he was talking, he was taking off his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons out of the material in his haste.

"W-what did you say?" she asked in stark disbelief.

"Undress, damn it! Don't you want to go through with making Tommy and Grace think we're up to something together the same as they are? If she sees us in here on the bed with half our clothes off that will be all it takes -- you can be sure she'll tell Tommy as soon as she can talk to him." By now he was unbuckling his belt and his pants dropped to the floor, leaving him standing before her clad only in his jockey shorts. "Come on, Linda," he said impatiently, taking a step in her direction.

Even in her confused state of mind, Linda saw that Fred was about to begin undressing her himself if she didn't do it, so hesitantly she reached up to the back of her neck and lowered the zipper there before lifting the mini-dress slowly up over her head.

Furness watched with glowing heat in his eyes as she revealed little by little the white nylon panty-briefs tautly bulging with her firmly rounded hips and buttocks. The scarcely concealed mound of her pubic hair formed a tight triangle under the flimsy material, with little blonde wisps showing slightly around the edges. Furness fought to keep down the excitement in his loins which threatened to cause his penis to jerk up into a blood- engorged erection inside his shorts. He watched as the hem of her dress slowly slipped up over the elastic band at the top of her panties, finally unveiling to his gaze the white smoothness of her belly centered with its tiny round navel. He wanted to drop to his knees then and there and thrust his tongue into the shallow hollows of her torso and rip down her panties with his hands to get at the pink-lipped slit hidden under them, but he held himself back, knowing it wouldn't be long before he could finally sink his fully hardened cock up to the hilt in the moist almost virginal narrowness of her pussy. He gasped audibly as her burstingly filled brassiere came into view, the full vibrant orbs of her breasts beneath straining at the garment like ripe fruits. Then Linda lifted the dress over her head and folded it neatly over the back of the chair at the foot of the bed.

She felt Furness' eyes burning into her like fire even before she looked up to meet his gaze, and her cheeks blushed bright red with embarrassment from undressing before a man who was not her husband. She had never quite got used to taking off her clothes even in front of her Tommy, and this was even worse. He looks at me just the way Tommy does, she reflected in her confusion. Unconsciously, she tried to cover her partial nakedness with her hands, but it was useless, and finally she let her arms hang limp at her sides and stood docilely before his obviously lustful gaze.

"Linda..." Fred Furness began, his voice husky, his hand again closing firmly around her arm, drawing her toward him.

"No, please, don't," Linda protested as he tried to envelop her in a tight caressing embrace. Involuntarily her body stiffened and her heart began to thud uncomfortably in her rib cage as without another word, she jerked away from him and darted toward the bed, wishing as she flung herself onto the mattress that she could hide her body from him by pulling the covers right up to her chin.

Without wasting any time Furness stepped over to the bedroom door and opened it enough to let sounds in and out of the room, and then he quickly returned to the bed and lay down beside Linda. She shuddered slightly as he moved closer to her, but she didn't jump up and run away in fright as Fred had thought she might. Tentatively he laid his hand on her smoothly rounded shoulder as if to calm and reassure her that they were doing only what they had to do to save their respective marriages.

Then Fred put his mouth close to her ear and whispered hoarsely. "Let's listen for her to come this way," he told her. "Then we'll have to put on some kind of convincing show.

Linda nodded her head dumbly and continued to stare at the ceiling, unable to keep from wondering if she were doing the right thing. After all, she had heard of tapes being rigged before with false voices by actors. What if that was what Fred Furness had done just to get her in this position with him?

Then suddenly all doubt was gone from her mind.

She heard the unmistakable sound of her husband Tommy's voice coming from another part of the apartment! She couldn't make out the words from where she was, but it was obvious that he was doing something to Fred's wife Grace and that he was enjoying it.

How could he! she thought to herself. Right in his best friend's apartment!

Fred had heard the sound too, and felt Linda's reaction beside him on the bed. He pretended to be shocked and surprised to learn that Tommy was in the other room with his wife, and growled into Linda's ear, "That shameless bastard is fucking my wife right now -- in the kitchen!" He made a move as if to get up from the bed and go catch them in the act.

"No -- wait!" Linda cried in alarm. There was no telling what would happen if Fred Furness should be confronted by the sight of his wife and Linda's husband actually engaged in the act of love. He might even completely lose control and God only knew what would happen then.

Furness let himself be pulled back down beside her, holding back as if reluctant to give in to the hand tugging at his wrist.

"Did you hear him?" he asked in an angry tone looking down at her tense young body in a distracted rage. "He's fucking my wife Grace!"

"Yes," she mumbled back, surprised at the way the lewd word strangely no longer offended her ears.

He stretched out beside her again and they lay absolutely still, staring at each other for a long moment, overhearing the increasingly passionate groaning and mewling voices echoing dimly from the other room. Suddenly Fred Furness' face hardened into a determined grimace and he seemed to come to a decision.

"Goddamnit, it's just not right! I believe in an eye for an eye, a fuck for a fuck. Why did this have to happen to me? I can't even get back at them!" he whispered roughly into her ear. Abruptly he pulled her onto her side so that they were facing each other, grinding his pelvis tightly into hers and sliding his hand down to the contoured roundness of her buttocks, forcing her loins to stay pressed against his.

Inevitably, he felt his cock jerking wildly and swelling with the engorging blood pumping hotly into it.

"Oh, no, God, no, we can't, we can't!" Linda whimpered into the wetness of his mouth trying to clamp itself against hers, forgetting for the moment that he had said he was impotent. She tried to squirm away from him but his strength was too much for her and she only succeeded in worsening her position, not daring to struggle too much or to cry out for fear of bringing attention to themselves. She had suddenly decided that she didn't want to even pretend that she and Furness were having a secret affair. She only wanted to get dressed and get out of there as soon as possible and leave the whole sordid sequence of events behind. She no longer believed she could look either Tommy or Grace in the face again without being filled with disgust, and she would never, never be able to let Tommy touch her again.

"Why not? Your husband's fucking my wife!" Furness growled, holding her body in contact with his in spite of her vain struggles to escape the vise-like grip of his arms.

"B-but you said you couldn't make love! You told me that was the reason why Grace got involved with Tommy in the first place," she pleaded, not comprehending. She couldn't help but notice the rigid shaft of insistently pulsating flesh pressing into the yielding firmness of her belly, and it suddenly dawned on her that, whatever was true before about his not getting an erection, he had one now and he wanted to put it up inside her unwilling vagina.

"Yeah," Furness snorted. "That's what I told Tommy, and he agreed to do me the favor of taking care of Grace for me -- but that's all changed now. Feel that?" And before she could resist, he took her hand in his and relentlessly forced it down between their bodies on the bed, uncoiling her fingers and wrapping them around the thick throbbing rod still inside his shorts.

"Oh, please. Please don't do it to me!" she cried, tears again bubbling to her eyes. He was much stronger than she and had her in a position where she couldn't fight back and he knew it. There was no chance that her husband Tommy would come to her aid even if she should call out to him. He would only think they had been up to something all along without his knowledge.

Her body stiffened as she felt Fred Furness begin massaging the taut trembling cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pulling her loins still tighter against his. As he ground against her, his mouth now locked wetly to her tightly compressed, resisting lips, she gasped and held her breath. The frightened young wife managed to pull her hand away from the fleshy shaft, but now the pulsing thick hardness of his penis in his shorts was grinding into her genitals -- and inexplicably she could feel a tingling sensation down there, a gradual moistening of the narrow band of nylon pressing into the quivering vaginal slit up between her thighs. Sudden uncontrolled sensations began to course through her body against her will, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting against it with all her strength.