Chapter 14

Isobel put on a great act, Eddie thought; if he hadn't known better, he would have sworn she was smashed to the ears when Beth led her wobbling from the room. But once beyond hearing of her old man, she came erect smiling and whispered to Beth: "Good luck."

Beth took her time returning to where a put-out man waited, making a trip to the kitchen first, killing time while she was supposed to be tucking Isobel into bed to sleep it off. Then she drifted back down the hall where Eddie and Isobel crouched. Linda was hidden in the living room closet, waiting her chance to ambush Clayton Zachary, who didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on.

Leaning close, Beth murmured, "I'll get him to screw me, don't worry. I think he's already interested."

"If he's not," Isobel hissed back, "he's lost his balls. You're simply devastating in that dress. Go get him, tigress."

And after she was gone, Isobel said into Eddie's ear, "I suppose I should feel evil, or something, because I'm encouraging another woman to seduce my husband. But I don't feel like that; I'm only very glad for them both."

He put one arm around her slim waist and she dropped a hand into his crotch, but it wasn't quite the same while they were both wearing clothes. When they heard the subdued buzz of talk in the living room, they eased down the hallway to where they could peep beneath the ornate room divider. There were potted plants below it, good camouflage to hide behind.

Clayton was a good-looking guy, Eddie admitted; the man was even taller than his wife, with good shoulders and no pot belly, and he dressed pretty mod. There was grey in his hair, especially just over the ears, but that didn't detract from his appearance, and Eddie hoped he wasn't too old to really ball. He had no idea how old a guy had to be, before he stopped raising a hard.

From where he and Isobel were hunkered down, they could see and hear everything that went on in the living room; they watched and listened, both of them anxious for everything to go all right.

"I'm sorry about Isobel," Clayton said. "Usually she holds her liquor far better than that."

"That's all right," Beth said, sitting down on the couch beside the tall man. She looked terrific in her short dress, Eddie thought; it was light blue and hung to every curve of her body, besides showing off a lot of spectacular leg. "Isobel has been moody of late, as if she's lonely."

"Lonely?" Clayton's laugh was edged with bitterness. "Not her; she has plenty of friends, mostly men."

"I don't know what to say about that," Beth said. "Maybe it's better we don't talk about your wife. Let's talk about us. I've always thought you an extremely interesting man, Clayton."

His eyebrows went up. "You have? You've never shown it, Beth. And with that chilly attitude of yours, nobody would ever suspect."

"That was before I knew better," she said, her voice dropping almost to a purr. "Try me now." But she didn't wait for him to make the first move; she turned on the couch and slid into the man's arms with her ripe mouth uplifted.

Isobel's hand tightened upon Eddie's thigh and she breathed it into his ear: "Damn! He never knew what hit him."

Eddies eyes were fixed upon his lovely aunt as the woman went to work on Clayton, her mouth hotly mobile and her tongue lancing against the man's. Her hands were busy, too, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding next to his bare skin, exploring his shocked flesh while Clayton seemed numbed by surprise.

He might be numb, but the guy wasn't dead, Eddie saw, because the sudden bulge in his pants was plain, and he was feeling over the ripely rounded curve of Beth's hip, his hand drifting down to her uncovered pale thigh. Beth broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes to say, "Take me, Clayton. Oh, I'm so hot for you, darling. Let's fuck."

His eyes widened, "Beth! I never expected to-"

She was at his zipper, whipping it down and plunging a hand into his pants to bring out his stiff prick. It was nowhere as big as uncle Brad's, Eddie saw, but a good sturdy one with a reddish head and heavily veined around its throbbing shaft.

"Right here and right now," Beth panted, fondling his cock.

"But the children," Clayton protested. "And we don't know if Isobel-"

"Screw the kids and Isobel too," Beth said, and Eddie damned near choked as Isobel whispered into his ear: "Now there's a great idea!"

Then Beth was on her feet, whipping her dress over her head. She wore nothing beneath it, and her fine, strong tits sprang free, their dark pink nipples vibrant with passion, her golden mound heaped so generously with beguiling pubic hair, her white thighs spread proudly apart. Hands upon her hips, she swayed her body, rolled its pristine belly in suggestive motions, grinding her mossy crotch at the man, humping her pussy appealingly at him.

"Get undressed, Clayton," she whispered, sliding her hands up over her writhing flesh to cup and proffer her full tits. "But hurry, please. I can't wait to feel your hard prick inside my hot cunt."

He moved jerkily, fumbling at his clothes and somehow managing to get them all off, but not without casting an apprehensive glance at the hallway where his wife had disappeared. Then he didn't have much chance to think about anything else except the sleek and scented flesh that descended upon him. Beth pushed the man back upon the couch and lay down on top of him as she kissed him hungrily, her hands trailing up and down his tensed skin.

Then she was lifting her upper body, thrusting a gorged nipple into his mouth for him to suck upon, all the while ticktocking her steaming pussy against some part of his body. "You're nice and hard, Clayton. There darling - that's right; suck my tit a little while I reach around behind us and find your stiff cock. Oh, I have, it."

Eddie watched his auntie gripping the guy's shaft, saw her rubbing the distended head back and forth into the humid fur of her thatched pussy, and knew that Clayton must be feeling hot thrills all the way up into his asshole. Beth was wasting no time getting it on, and Eddie wondered how Linda was taking the scene they were all observing, whether his little sister was fingering herself in the dark closet.

"Look at her starting to feed my husband's prick up into her lovely pussy," Isobel said softly. "I don't think I've ever seen Clayton's cock that hard, even when we were first married."

Eddie watched the distended rod being pressed up into Beth's hairy cunt, the glans slowly penetrating the thick barricade of shaggy hair and finding the hot opening of her labia. Clayton shivered when his cockhead touched into that delicious wetness, and he reached around to cup Beth's ass in both hands, digging his fingers into that silken and giving flesh.

The guy's prick slipped up inside the searing juiciness of Beth's receptive cunt as she brought down her crotch; then she was straddling him, her cunt lips mashed against the root of his cock, the rug of her pubic hair into his upper balls. He was buried inside that gorgeous vagina, Eddie saw; Clayton's shaft was being caressed by the rippling velvet walls of her pussy so soft and suctioning.

Beth's modeled ass pumped sensuously up and down, and Eddie eyed the way the man's prick glistened with her lubricating juices as it was about halfway exposed with each stroke. Beth began to talk to him then: "Oh, you feel so wonderful, so hard and strong. It's so good to fuck you, Clayton - so very good. Stick it to me deep, darling - ah yes, let me roll my pussy around your cockhead like this, and like this - ahh, it tickles my clit so much."

"Beth," he hissed, "oh good lord, Beth! You don't know how long I've dreamed of getting into this marvelous cunt, how often I stared at your superb ass when you walked and envied Paul for being able to fuck you any time he wanted."

"Listen to him," Isobel whispered against Eddie's neck, her hand probing inside his jeans now as she stared at her husband fucking her best friend. "He never let on that he was hot for Beth, not once."