Chapter 14: Saturday Night is the Horniest Night of the Week

Saturday came at last, and Tad and I were both giddy with excitement about the prospect of another photography session with the Parkers. We both knew that, before the night was out, we were going to get royally laid.

But I was the only one who knew who was going to lay whom.

I was feeling more than a little guilty, but my panties were already wet and we hadn't even rung the Parkers' doorbell yet. Anyway, I knew that it was going to be a memorable night for Tad, too. My friend Louise was not chopped liver.

I was a little worried about whether The Plan would function as smoothly in the real world as it had when Louise and I -- and Louise and Don -- had set it up. What if Don turned out to be a wooden actor, and botched his lines? What if Tad had such a clear and vivid recollection of how horny I'd been after the first photo session that he refused to leave the room with Louise at the appointed time?

But we had both been virgins when we were wed. If Tad could be believed, I had been the first woman to ever so much as cop his joint. I'd seen the way his tongue hung out when Louise, naked and warm-hearted, had cavorted with me on their bed. I knew he'd be turned on like a cheap radio when she took him into her mouth on camera.

Louise was right. He'd follow her anywhere. Tad would love me forever, I knew. But no man would be able, for long, to resist a little strange pussy. And I didn't have to worry about Louise's acting. She was a natural -- and besides, she wouldn't be acting. She really wanted to get it on with Tad!

Tad and I were only a little bit embarrassed about once again eating a sumptuous free dinner at the Parker residence. We skipped the wine this time and started right in after dinner on the drink of the evening -- martinis.

Martinis were new to me and to Tad, and Louise warned me, early-on, to take it easy, because these drinks could be lethal.

I slowed down right away, but Tad didn't hear or didn't care, and pretty soon he was getting looped. "Don't worry," Louise whispered. "I'll water down the next one for him."

We skipped the living room this time and adjourned to the master bedroom where Don's lights were already set up. "Let's do the Junior Beaver first," Louise said, arranging me in a pose as close as possible to the one recently viewable on their bedroom wall.

When I was ready, Louise positively gasped -- just as I had on first seeing her provocative portrait. "Perfect!" she said. "God, Don, look at her! She's so wet you can see the beads of moisture in her pussy hair! You've gotta capture that!"

Don said nothing, but he snapped at least a dozen shots, from slightly varying angles, in a strong effort to "capture" that.

When the clicking subsided, I gestured to Tad to strip down and to join me on the bed. He did, swiftly this time and without any untoward modesty. Stretched out in front of me, he made a practiced dive into my thatch and began working on me with his tongue. It was even better than in the privacy of our own bedroom. The audience, the camera, the lights -- I was as hot as I had been the last time I'd visited this bed.

But very quickly, Louise joined us on the bed, and, grabbing Tad's hardened penis, thrust it into her mouth until it disappeared completely. This was a double-first for Tad -- being deep-throated in one gulp, and having his erection mouthed by a woman not his wife.

Louise twisted him around until Tad had no choice but to leave off his work on my pussy and lie across the bed on his back. Don snapped away at his naked wife, who was giving her houseguest much more erotic attention than Tad had ever expected to receive.

On cue, I crawled out of the bed, stood alongside Don, and lit a cigarette.

Tad wasn't fighting it. I noted, with some regret, that he was getting a better blowjob from Louise than I'd ever been able to give him. I resolved to consult her later about lessons.

But then the moment appeared to be lost. "Damn it!" Don suddenly exclaimed. "I'm running out of film! This is my last roll! Jeez, Louise, we can't stop now! Please! Go to the drugstore and get some more film -- quickly!"

I hadn't given Don enough credit. He was a regular Richard Burton in the acting department!

"But Don!" Louise said, reluctantly releasing Tad's wet cock from her mouth. "It's late, and that's a bad neighborhood!"

"Go with her, Tad, please! We've got to have more film! Hurry!"

Both of the Parkers should be on the stage, I thought. I also reflected on the fact that it wasn't late -- it was maybe 9:30 in the evening. And it wasn't a bad neighborhood. Louise and Tad would have to drive ten miles to find a bad neighborhood.

No matter -- Tad was pulling on his pants and they were both moving as if it were a medical emergency.

Before I'd finished my smoke, they were both gone.

I looked up at Don Parker and smiled. "You're a good actor," I said. "I thought you might not sound convincing. I was afraid you'd be -- y'know -- kind of wooden."

Don dropped his pants around his ankles, just as Louise had said he would. "This is kinda wooden," he said.

I got up on the bed on my knees and waited for Don to join me. He finished taking off his pants, and his shoes, and his shirt, and soon he was as naked as I was. His body was a bit too thin, and a little hairier than I was used to with Tad. He wasn't any Mr. America. Seeing him naked brought back to mind my "race track tout" imagery of a few weeks before.

But that cock! Holy smoke, it was even more frightening than I'd imagined. "Please be careful with that thing," I pleaded.

"Don't worry, Cathy. We'll do it cafeteria-style. Just take as much as you want -- and leave the rest."

Without asking me my preference, Don settled down on his back, and gestured for me to straddle him. I did. I was already primed from the recent oral ministrations I'd received from Tad. I had to get 'way up on my knees just to introduce Don's big glans to my vestibule.