Chapter 1

Cindy had gone to the bathroom, but the tremendous, biting sensations which gripped her hungrily tingling body weren't relieved. If anything, in the privacy of the bathroom she was able to go over in her mind the set of photos, and their remembrance only inflamed her trembling loins all the more. She was being consumed by the alcohol and lust, slowly, slowly--and she wanted her husband, wanted his throbbing penis buried to its hilt in her teasingly convulsing pussy. Her cunt spasmed as though it was already in the throes of orgasm, and as she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and started back to the living room, she knew that she couldn't go in there, go in and just sit down and act normal. No, she had to have Howard NOW!

She quickly crossed to the bedroom where Howard had placed their overnight bag, and shedding her clothes, she was soon wearing a long, filmy nightie, her blond hair cascading down her back. She stripped the covers back and lay down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her and waited for her husband.

When he didn't appear within a few minutes, she called out for him, and she heard him walk toward the room. When he opened the door, she said drunkenly; "Quick! Close it, Howie."

"Cindy..." he said, again captivated by the sight of his tender young wife spread out waiting for him. "Cindy, I want you..." He all but slammed the door, and then he came to the bed, on which she had stopped lying and had now risen into a kneeling position.

"I want you to fuck me..." she breathed, unbuckling his pants. "Fuck me, Howie, fuck me..."

"What?" He could hardly believe his ears! "Did you say what I thought you said?"

"Yes, Howie!" she slurred as her hand lowered his pants until they pooled down around his shoes. She moved to the waistband of his shorts, sliding under it. She felt the soft tendrils of his curly pubic hair and the touch of his skin sent ripples of sheer lust surging through her. Her hand went still lower, contacting the head of his prick and she ran a fingernail over it. Blood pounded through Howard's loins, causing his cock to leap into erection and palpitate excitedly under her careres.

"Howie..." she moaned, pulling his underpants down. She was abandoning herself to lust, to the newly awakened fires within her; and she finally realized that she could admit her enjoyment, her arousal from the pictures without shame. "Howie, don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes! Christ, yes!" All thought of his boss and his plans for the night were lost now as Howard began to squirm his hips. She stroked his cock and testicles, her fingers burning. He could barely contain himself to take the time to remove his clothes, and then he leapt naked on the bed to embrace his wildly hot wife. He entwined his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up, grinding his mouth down on hers, and her tongue flashed into his mouth like a purveyor of molten fire. His hand went to her nightie, feeling her trembling body through the thin material.

"Make me naked," she whispered against his mouth. "Rip my gown off, Howie, and make me naked!"

His hands bunched the garment and savagely he ripped it downward from her neck, shredding it from her taut, hard-nippled breasts and from around her pink, blond-crested pussy. She helped him by twisting and undulating, her hand still vibrantly fused to his genitals. He moved his hands down over her bare stomach, through the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, finally touching the pulsating shaft of her erect clitoris. Her loins ground in uncontrolled counterpoint to his massaging fingers and she whimpered in unrestrained pleasure, her long blond hair flailing from side to side.

Cindy continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock, feeling every ridge, every muscle of its hardened expanse. She suddenly wanted to know it better, to learn about every inch of it; she was completely lost in the torrent of passion the pictures, the alcohol, and perhaps most of all, her own mind had allowed her to experience.

"I'm going to kiss your penis tonight, Howie," she groaned. "I'm going to let you kiss me, too... down there. I want that now, Howie, I want that very much! I'm going to do that, but I've got to have you inside me first... to fuck me until I explode!"

"Yes!" he crooned, "oh, God yes, baby, yes!" Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Howard's flesh. This was what he had been dreaming of! This was what he had been trying to have his wife do to him for three years, and what he had thought he'd never achieve! And now she actually wanted to suck him off! Had literally begged to be allowed to do it! And all because of those pictures! How could he ever thank Ralph for giving him the Polaroid?

In that maddening moment, his rhetorical question went unanswered, for Howard's mind had blanked off all thought of what he had agreed to do, the swapping of his wife for Norma, his boss's wife... yes, that thought and any other thought except the burning, surging, electrifying compulsion to fuck his wife. Yes, fuck her, just as she'd said; first her tender cunt and then later, her sensitive lips...

But Ralph Taylor had answered that question. The manager grinned with wild-eyed lust at his wife, and Norma returned the insidious look. Then they turned their attention back to the little square loudspeaker box mounted over the head of their bed; the master unit of a three-station intercom system, especially installed so that they could monitor either of the two guest bedrooms. It was on, and the moaning, panting sounds of Howard and Cindy Jamison filled the bedroom, whipping the Taylors into further sex fever.

"Man, listen to them, lover," Ralph gloated. "She's going to go down on him, going to suck his cock for the first time. Well maybe her plans are going to be changed a bit."

His wife, whom he was fucking dog-fashion so that they could both face the intercom, turned her head around again, her features contorted with passion and urgency. "Yes, yes, you bastard, make her eat you instead. Take her then... oohhhh... but not before I cum, Ralph... not before I cum!" And with that, Norma angled her cunt up backwards, impaling her wide-stretched buttocks on the erect, thrusting spear of her husband's great, swollen penis. "More, Ralph," she whimpered. "More cock!"

And from the speaker the Taylors heard Cindy chanting mindlessly, "You're wonderful, you're wonderful, you're wonderful... and her rampaging husband's chorus of: "Baby... baby... I love to fuck you... love to fuck you..."

The two couples, one very aware of the other's mating and the other so lost in their actions as to be oblivious to any outside interference, raced with demoniacal force to their respective orgasms. Howard rocked above his lovely wife, speaking obscenely into her ear, and that in turn made her rotate her buttocks still more insanely. Cindy reacted with chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of her husband's burgeoning cock burrow deeper and deeper into her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me... Howie, fuck me..." she responded, not knowing that her words were being picked up by the microphone overhead. "I'm... almost there, darling!" She began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, rapturous little moans escaping from his lips. She was so wild she was going out of her mind! This is what Norma had meant, about being free! How right she'd been! Oh! Oh! She'd never known anything this good existed!

Howard increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing that he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano of his sperm-filled balls ready to erupt. Cindy raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his downward thrusts, gurgling her encouragement, her every moan and word being transmitted to the adjoining bedroom and the greedy ears of her husband's boss and his wife. Howard pounded his pile- driving cock harder and harder into her eagerly sucking cunt, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her breasts until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her soft, innocent pussy open yet wider to his lashing plunges.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh!" she chanted under him as she felt her orgasm reach its pinnacle and soar into the heavens. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth wide, and a cry of animal delight, of pure pagan rapture, tore from the core of her being. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Never had she dreamed sex could be this wonderful!

"She's cum, she's cum!" wailed Ralph Taylor, and hammered deeper into his wife's warm, wet cavern. "Oh, Jesus, and... and I'm going to cum, too!" He felt his insatiable young wife spasm wildly beneath him, the mouth of her bearded young pussy sucking his cock feverishly, her breath spewing raggedly, and his hot, churning-sperm raced through his prick and spurted deep, deep into her voraciously contracting belly... it was a never-ending flow which caused her to cry out in indecipherable delight.

And as he overheard the banshee howls of his star salesman's climactic release, imagined the vast bursting of Howard's cum flooding his gorgeous young wife's rapidly undulating belly with surge after surge of hot semen, Ralph smiled cat-like and smug. "It's time now," he whispered to Norma. "It's time now that I change places with Howie."

As the torrent ended and Howard relaxed upon his supine wife, she in turn sighed and stretched out her legs, her heart still roaring and pounding like a mightily crashing surf. She felt Howard's penis grow limp inside her, and then he slowly slipped off of her and lay against her trembling, perspiring nakedness. He whispered in her ear, "Cindy... oh, God, darling, that was wonderful. It was beyond belief."

She kissed his cheek. "You've been right all this time, Howie. I should have let myself go a long time ago, and I sure fought it up to now... but tonight, after those pictures of Norma and Ralph, and all we had to drink, I... well, I found all the wonderful desires awakened which I'd kept repressed for so long."

Howard considered Cindy's still slurred words for a minute and then said, "I'm glad we came here."

"I am, too." She lovingly rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his stomach and side. "It's saved us, saved our marriage. Oh, Howie, I'm so sorry for what I've put you through for three years. I kept blaming you for being too demanding, and all the while it was my silly puritanical ways."

Howard was about to reply, when he suddenly felt a cold, strange hand on one buttock. He turned, unable to make out detail in the pitch-black bedroom, but the inky outline beside the bed needed no features. Howard instantly knew it was his boss, Ralph! His heart sunk in sudden shock. Ralph must have snuck in here on tiptoe--he was naked, standing there ready to take his place! A moan of abject pity broke from Howard's throat and he clenched his eyes shut in lewd remembrance of the horrible bargain he had made earlier in the evening.

"Howie? Is something the matter?" Cindy asked, her voice thick from the alcohol they had drunk.

What could he tell her? Terror seized his throat. If he blurted out the truth, that his boss was beside him, eagerly wanting to trade wives, the tremendous advances Cindy had taken tonight would be for nil. If she didn't leave him, she'd never make love with the same abandonment again. He knew it, knew how she would react to such faithless treachery. And Ralph would never forgive him either... besides, maybe Ralph was right. Maybe with all the drinks they had had she wouldn't know the difference.

"Howie?" Cindy's head was to one side, one arm covering her eyes in a sign of limp contentment. "Howie?"

"No--nothing's the matter, honey," he managed. He looked up with pleading eyes at Ralph, knowing that his boss couldn't see his expression. Ralph nudged him on the rear end again, indicating his impatience. His brain reeled, searching for answers, but instead and with instant revulsion he realized that in his helpless position his cock was beginning to stir with life again... the lewd thought of fucking Ralph's wife coming back, a betraying and prurient desire.

"I... I have to go to the bathroom, that's all," he said in a leaden voice. He knew there was no way out, that he would have to play along with Ralph, and gritting his teeth he rolled from his wife and stood up. He looked down at her, splayed with satiated abandonment upon the bed, blessed darkness hiding the full splendor of her tender, passionate body from him. A tear began to form in his eye and he numbly nodded to Ralph beside him. "I'll only be a minute," he mumbled.

"Hurry back, lover," his wife crooned. "You know what I want to do next..."

No! Howard stumbled to the door and the well of blackness which was the hall. No, she can't! She promised she'd suck my cock. Oh, if I'd only known, I'd never have gotten myself into this! He leaned against the hallway wall, choking back a sob of self-pity, anger, and frustration. It isn't fair!

Then the bedroom door was closed by Ralph, the well-oiled hinges making hardly a sound, plunging Howard into absolute silence. But only for a second, and then tender, soft hands found his chest, and a cool voice breathed in the murkiness: "Come on, Howie-baby. You've got a date with me!"

His boss's wife curled him to her heaving breasts, and Howard could instantly tell she was as naked as he was. He tried to stop himself from reacting, from wrapping his arms around her in response... but it was useless. After one frigid minute, his cock found a life of its own in reply to her rubbing stomach and thighs and lifted its head in the air...

"That's it, Howie-baby. Get big and hard for little Norma." Her words were hungry and passionsated. "We're going to have a fine time together, you and me..."

She led him into her bedroom, closed the door and by the dim light of a red-bulbed bedside lamp, crossed to the rumpled, still warm bed where she and her husband had just been fucking and listening on the intercom to the young couple wrapped in the throes of passion.

"Please..." Howard moaned. "My wife... I must..."

Norma chuckled. "Don't worry about her. I bet she's already flat on her back, being fucked silly in that hot little pussy of hers."

"No! Never!"

"Want to bet?"

"Cindy wouldn't allow another man near her!" he groaned in vain hope. "I know it! She's going to realize it's not me and scream! I know it!"

"No, she isn't. She's past that point, past all caring who it is now. After all that liquor and absinthe, and then the pictures..." Norma chuckled again. "No, Howie-baby, all she wants to do is have a man... any man. Of course," she added to placate the distraught young man, "of course, she thinks it's you in there... just like we planned."

"No! she'll know the difference right away!" he objected hotly.

"I'll prove it to you. Here, lie down on the bed." Gently she pushed him down so that he was lying on his back, staring upwards, his face evident of the mixture of horror, disbelief, and strange attraction for the beautiful, sensual woman hovering without any clothes on over him. "That's it, Howie-baby. Now listen..."

She reached up and turned the volume control on the speaker.

Howard held his breath, straining his ears. What was she talking about? Listen to what? Then he began to hear small sounds, barely audible, but they were unmistakable sounds. Soft, wet sucking noises that he had heard for the first time in his life while in the hotel room with that lascivious whore, Bonnie. He heard the noise again and he frowned at Norma. Norma only smiled back and teasingly lowered her raven-haired head down... down to where his cock was standing straight up. He jerked his loins at the electric contact of her lips upon his swollen penis. For a moment his thoughts of his wife and the strange sucking noises were lost in an explosion of idyllic feeling.

Then, from the intercom came the words: "Oh God, keep sucking, Howie... lick it! lick it!" It whispered through the room, and Howard recoiled with its blatant meaning. His breath caught in his lungs and he struggled to his elbows, wide-eyed. He tried to speak, to shout in anger... but he couldn't. Instead he listened to the sounds of movement as though someone was struggling to pull someone else back to them... and then... the wet sucking sounds again but quieter this time. Ralph was sucking Cindy's cunt!

"That's right, Howie baby. That bedroom's wired for sound. Now you believe me?"

Norma plunged back to her task, finding no interference from the frozen, horrified young husband. She slaved over his cock, enjoying listening to the words herself. Howard moaned as if in some fever, thrashing his head back and forth and unconsciously thrusting his loins upwards to meet Norma's wildly milking mouth. Oh, God. how could Cindy be allowing that to happen to her, allow another man to suck her cunt? He wished he could see them. Was his wife straddling his boss with her legs open? Was she lying on her back spread-eagled with her legs open out wide? His tortured mind painted a thousand lewd scenes of Cindy with her legs splayed obscenely out over the sides of the bed while Ralph Taylor, that bastard, plundered her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth...

Cindy had waited with tingling anticipation for Howard's return, and when the bed lowered with the weight of a man's body, she assumed it was her husband. Her head was swimming, a whirlpool of blurred thoughts and emotions, fired by the lust-provoking pictures, the aphrodisiac rum and absinthe, and her newfound sexual freedom.

"Oooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, for there was the feel of wet, moist lips gently nibbling one tender nipple. She quivered from the unexpected sensation and dropped her hand down the smooth skin of the man beside her, rubbed the palpitating belly for a moment, and then plunged to her goal.

Ralph fastened tighter on his salesman's wife's breast, beginning a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands lightly coursed over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, and then his tongue trailed down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from Howie's wife, and then he moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. Cindy felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked her breath as his fingers spread the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the mountain air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip tossing the tiny bud of her clitoris, and then he spread the opening of her cunt wide with his fingertips and dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her pussy.