Chapter 25

Dave and Evie had both been aware of Jeff teasing Doctor Boswell while everyone was in the living room. Although Helen had continued to participate in the conversation and banter, it was obvious that Jeff's ignoring her was beginning to get to her. Before it reached the point of hurting his new bride's feelings; however, he had casually walked over to her, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and slung her over his shoulder.

His attention to her had seemingly gone from nothing to the opposite in a matter of seconds. Now her problem was that she was the center of attention in a manner that she definitely didn't expect. Plus, it was blatantly obvious what Jeff was going to do to her — obvious in front of several people that she didn't know very well. Her bright red face was caused by more than the pressure on her stomach as she lay across Jeff's shoulder.

Her protestations fell on deaf ears as he had carried her into the hallway, and eventually their suite.

Evie and Dave glanced at each other as Jennie and Melissa picked up a few glasses and walked out of the living room, presumably cleaning up a little of the clutter, but the girls didn't come back.

A little later as the married couple got up to look through the music CD's, Evie whispered to Dave, "Want to put a little wager on whether or not the rest of Jeff's wives stay in here?"

"Hah," Dave said, "that wouldn't be a wager. That would be a sure thing if you were betting that they'll soon all be in their bedroom. The only reason they're still here is for appearance sake. Shall we cut them a little slack and say we're going to our apartment? We need to go visit our parents, anyway."

"Yeah, we could," Evie whispered back. "But let's just stay a little while and see how long they can hold out," she said, a smirk on her face. "Besides, before we go to visit anyone, you have some homework to do. And unless I miss my guess, you're fighting to keep an erection from happening right now."

Defensively, "Look, Babe, I can't help that. All the sex that's going on, well, it..."

"And all the beautiful pussy you see around you all the time and knowing that Jeff has three of them in his bed now, and is fucking one of those girl's, or Helen's brains out right this minute..."

Dave didn't like the way this conversation was going. "Now, Baby, I haven't done anything to get you jealous of me. I..."

"Hush, my love. I'm not mad at you. I'm just teasing. And besides, I'm staying horny all the time, too," she finished, the color rising in her face.

They sat on a couch in the corner of the room away from everyone else, pretending to be involved in the music, but mostly being amused by the obviously aroused wives. Dave had his arm, low down, behind Evie with his hand pushed up under her loose top, his fingertips caressed her side, with an occasional touch to the flare of her left breast.

His hand would wander away for a time, then slowly come back, each time going a little farther up the side of her breast. The slow pace and the obvious arousal of the women, were becoming maddening to Evie. She could see the outline of her husband's cock in his pants — not hard, but swollen.

When Margaret and Frank got up to go to their suite, Evie grabbed Dave's hand, and said, "Let's go."

Dave grinned at her as they walked slowly down the hall, delaying as much as he could. "If you don't come on, I swear that I'm going to yank your pants down to your ankles right here in the hallway," Evie threatened.

As they turned the corner off the main hallway, "And if you do, you're going to get it 'right here, '" Dave said, pushing her top above her breasts and expertly unhooking her front-catch bra.

Evie grabbed his hands, glancing behind them at the corner they had just turned. "Stop, Honey," she hissed. "Someone could come by and see us."

Dave chuckled, and she could see the lust in his eyes as he brushed her hand aside and gently tweaked her nipple. "Margaret and Frank have already gone by. No one else is in this section. All the Matthews are in their suite by now trying to fuck each other's brains out. No one is going to see us," he said, sliding his hand into her shorts, then pushing them downward.

Evie grabbed his hand and hissed, "Don't you do that. We've got a beautiful bed just down the hall. I'm not going to do it out here in the hallway. Eeeep," she finished as Dave went to his knees and snatched her shorts and panties to her ankles.

While she stood for a second in shock, he raised one of her legs and pulled the clothing past her foot, leaving her standing with her top pushed above her breasts and her shorts and panties hanging on one foot.

"Baby," she squeaked, grabbing his head as he ignored her and buried his face in her groin, finding already wet lips to meet his. Kneeling between her legs, he gently pushed them wider as he craned his neck to lick her a couple of times, before teasing her lips by gently pulling on them with his teeth. He slid farther under her in order to lean back and give his neck a better angle as he pushed his tongue between her nether lips, then back out to barely touch her with the tip as he outlined her furrow, avoiding her clit.

Realizing that she had been pushing her pussy into his face, she tried to pull back, putting a hand on top of his head. "Honey, we've got to stop this. I would just die if someone... I... uh..."

She sucked in a breath and lost her train of thought as Dave locked his lips around her clit and gently sucked. She hadn't even realized that she was close, but all the thoughts of sex in the living room, as well as being exposed in the hallway, had her aroused, to say the least. Before she knew it, her orgasm was upon her. She stiffened, then trembled as she unconsciously pulled his face hard against her sex.

As she crashed over, Dave drummed his tongue over her clit, then sucked hard. Evie put the back of her hand against her mouth in a momentary attempt at keeping quiet, but she forgot as the orgasm went higher.

A couple of minutes later, she realized that she was bent over a loveseat that was in a niche in the side of the hallway, and Dave was shoving his throbbing cock inside her. When he was seated, he reached under her to grab her breasts. After slowly sliding in and out to get her used to him, he picked up the pace, slamming into her hard enough that she had to brace her hands against the seat to keep her head from hitting the back of it.

He milked her breasts and stripped her nipples, his hands tightening as she built toward her orgasm. He pinched her nipples hard, then pulled them enough to almost hurt as he held hard inside her, pushing against her womb. Her orgasm crashed through her, then continued on into the next one as she felt his balls slapping against her clit as he resumed his pace, then speeded up. She felt his cock stiffening even more and swelling, his rhythm breaking, producing that feeling inside her that she loved when he neared his orgasm.

"Oh, Baby, do it now," she wailed. "Cum in me now. I, uhhh..."

Almost immediately, she felt his cock pulse and warmth spray inside her as he slammed in and held, his cock jerking. Evie lifted her ass as high as she could, her back arched, holding her pussy up for him to fill as her orgasm went on and on.

After a while, she realized that he was holding her up with one hand hooked under her belly, his other arm propped against the wall. His cock eventually slid out of her, and she felt a fresh gush of semen go down the inside of her legs, as Dave chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" she gasped out, still trying to get her breath back after the force of her orgasms.

"Well," Dave said, his chuckles changing into a full laugh, "three things, I guess. I think there's more cum spilling out of your pussy than I've ever managed to put in there before; I just fucked my wife in the middle of my boss' hallway, and my dick is getting hard again, " he finished, leaning back against the wall, his pants still around his ankles.

They both watched as his dick finished swelling, then stood almost straight up. They looked at each other a moment, then Evie snatched her panties and shorts off the floor and sprinted for their apartment, her hand capped over her pussy, shrieking as Dave stumbled, then managed to get his clothes back up enough to take off after her, his dick pointing the way.

Their apartment door slammed, cutting off giggles and Dave saying something about sloppy seconds. They decided to wait until tomorrow to visit their parents.

Later, Margaret and Evie were fixing burgers in the main kitchen as their men sat at the large table swapping lies. Ann and Melissa came in famished, bedraggled, their hair wet and sticking out at odd angles, both smiling from ear to ear.

"Don't you laugh at us," they said in unison, putting their hands on their hips and mock-glaring at Dave and Frank.

"It's not every day that we get a new wife, who is also our teacher," Melissa finished, stifling a laugh. "Besides, we just came for a snack to carry..."

"Go round them up," Margaret broke in. "We've got burgers and home fries for everyone. Poor Jeff is going to dry up and fly away if we don't get some nourishment into him," she teased, laughing with everyone else.

Ann, still laughing, picked up the phone, punched PA for the first floor, and using Diana's expressions, said, "Soup's on. Come and get it before we throw it out."

A few minutes later, as Jeff and his wives filed into the kitchen, Diana looked around and asked, "Where are Bill and Kathy?"

Fred, who had just walked in, shrugged. "I saw them in the living room several hours ago."

Margaret, who was at the other end of the kitchen, raised her voice to say, "They borrowed one of the cars and went to Winter Park. They said they were going to do a little sightseeing but would probably be back in time for dinner. I told them that they could borrow your Escalade, Jeff. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Why would I mind? I should have suggested it. There's a lot to see in the area," Jeff answered, sitting down at the table.

As everyone was sitting down, "Uh oh," Evie said, looking at Helen's neck, grinning. "You gained two more."

Helen, who had purposely worn a scooped-neck blouse, blushed despite herself, but held her head up as if to display her hickeys with pride.

"The two smaller ones on either side of her neck... ," Melissa started.

"Are ours," Jennie finished. "We wanted to show everyone that we loved her, too."

"And also claimed her as our sister-wife." Melissa said.

Sitting on either side of Helen, they turned as one to kiss her cheeks.

Helen then turned her head toward Jennie and kissed her lightly on the lips as she whispered. "I love you."

Turning to Melissa she similarly kissed her and breathlessly whispered, "I love you, too, my sister-wife."

"I think that's sweet," Evie said, fighting unsuccessfully not to blush, feeling herself respond to the erotic picture that the two new hickeys brought to mind. Seeing them briefly kiss only enhanced the picture forming in her mind.

Dave saw his wife's response and wondered, but joined in the good-natured kidding as they teased the new bride. Jeff just grinned and winked at Helen.

After their late lunch, they sat around the table talking for a while. Evie and Dave excused themselves and left. A little later, after the women had cleaned up, everyone migrated toward the living room. As they opened the door to leave the kitchen, they heard music coming from the living room.

Hearing music in the house wasn't unusual by any means, but this had the unmistakable sound of live piano and a guitar. But as Jeff increased his pace in anticipation and neared the living room door, he noticed that the guitar had a chime to it — a ring that was hauntingly familiar. As he stepped through the door, he saw the beautiful twelve-string guitar that Dave was playing, and knew why the sound was so full.

Evie was seated at the piano, and it became obvious in only moments that this was not their first time to play together. Jeff caught Diana's eye for an instant — a silent agreement that the two were good — really good.

Melissa and Jennie looked at each other, and went to sit at Dave's feet. He was sitting in a straight-backed chair beside the piano, as close to Evie as the piano bench would let him. The piano had been turned so that Evie could look to her left and see her audience, and Dave was sitting with his back to the piano, where he could talk to Evie and see the rest of the room at the same time.

Everybody pushed their favorite chair closer and sat down.

The two played three instrumentals, transcending from one to the other without a pause. Then Evie played a classical piece that Jeff didn't recognize, but erased all doubt — if there was any — of any possible amateur status.

When she finished, Dave joked that his knowledge of classical consisted of being able to spell the word. He looked around at their impromptu audience and grinned. "I once read a story written by a famous guitarist, who said that in his youth, he was hitching a ride in one of the western states, back when he was 'finding' himself. He said he was sitting on his guitar case at the intersection of two dusty roads in the middle of nowhere, with nothing in sight but cattle and corn fields.

"After a while, this beat-up pickup truck pulled up and a guy leaned out of the window, pointed to his guitar, and asked if he could play that thing. When he said he could, the guy pushed his hat back on his head a bit, spit a stream of tobacco juice and asked if he could play Under the Double Eagle. When he said he didn't know it, the rancher laughed as said, 'Ah, you can't play that geetar, Boy, iffin you can't play that.' And drove off, leaving him sitting there."

Laughing, Dave hit the first cords of his version of the song, and a few minutes later, finished to a quiet that lasted seconds before anyone stirred. Jeff, almost unbelieving, realized that he, beyond a doubt, had just listed to someone who could play a guitar better than anyone he had ever heard — professional or not, and the beautiful, clear, chiming tones of the twelve-string had just stirred him more than any music had in a long time — well, never.

Without anything being said, Evie and Dave played and sang two songs together. As they finished, Frank remarked, a grin on his face, "I do believe they have done this before."

When everyone laughed, Evie slowly turned around on the seat until she was fully facing everyone. She touched her husband's shoulder and said, "Yeah, we have — a time or two," as she and Dave looked at each other and grinned. Turning back to her audience, she continued. "When I had just turned sixteen, I played piano for our church. Oh, it wasn't a big church. There would be between a hundred and two hundred people there for Sunday service, and lesser amounts for Sunday night, or Wednesday night.

"On Wednesday night, we had what we called fellowship meeting. After the meeting, the youth of the church were invited to hang out and sing songs in the basement, and we could sing secular music there. Well... as long as it was reasonable.

"Dave had been coming to church and had talked to me every now and then, but he was twenty-one and I was sixteen. A definite no-no as far as my dad was concerned. So when he asked me out, I told him I had just started dating, but my dad would only let me double-date, and even then, only with boys my own age."

She paused to smile at her husband. "Then Dave brought his guitar to our little get-together in the basement, and we found out that he could play anything he had ever heard. If he hadn't heard it, you could sing a few bars of anything, and he would pick it right up and go with it. And it sounded good. Really good.

"Oh, he had taken music, but he usually plays by ear. With music, he has an almost photographic memory. While I'm learning to do a piece, he can 'look the music over' a little, and generally know it. But he prefers to play by ear."

Fighting not to laugh, she continued, "One Saturday morning, he knocked on my door. When my father answered it, Dave told him he had come to play with me — double entendre and all. My father glared at him for a minute, but Dave just stood there holding a guitar in each hand — a twelve-string and a six-string. Dad had heard him play in the basement at church, but he still didn't want a twenty-one-year-old man around his little girl.

"Finally, my dad said, 'For a little while.' He called me, and Dave and I grinned at each other as Dad stomped off to do something in the back. Dave ate lunch with us, and Mom, much to Dad's disgruntlement, invited Dave to stay for dinner, also.

"The next Saturday," she continued, turning a little more so she could put her hand on his shoulder for a second, "he was there again. Dad grumped, but before lunchtime, he and Mom were singing along with us. Dave continued to come over. This went on for months, and shortly, included Sunday afternoons. One Saturday afternoon, Dad walked in and tossed Dave his (Dad's) car keys, and said, "Why don't you two go somewhere? You're getting on my nerves," sounding as grouchy as he could, but barely stifling a grin. Dave had ridden his motorcycle that day and Dad had long since forbidden me to get on one. So we went on our first 'date' in my Dad's car."

Dave broke in, "Just as we started out the door, he grabbed me by the collar and whispered in my ear, 'You had better not get my daughter pregnant, ' then smiled — more like baring his teeth — and pushed me on out the door."

Evie's face showed her astonishment. "You never told me that. He didn't say that."

""Oh, yes he did. Why do you think our first stop was the drug store?" Dave teased.

"It was not," she argued, blushing furiously. "We went to the Spinning Wheel and had shakes sitting at an outside table under a tree, and you know it," she said, flustered.

Everybody laughed as Dave teased her.

"Did he really say that? I can't imagine my father..."

"Yep, he sure did," Dave answered laughing at her discomfiture.

"Wait until I see him," Evie said, laughing, but still looking suspiciously at her husband. Shrugging, she continued, "Actually, Dave was a perfect gentleman, and before we went out again, my mom gave me a talk that was quite similar. But suddenly, they were letting us date. Instead of going to the movies, or other places that couples our age went to, we started going to an old time music festival that they held on Saturday nights way out in the country. It was in a gigantic, old barn that they had fixed up. Under their name on the sign, in letters almost as big as the name, was: 'No Liquor on the Premises.' We still go there occasionally."

"Have you two ever played professionally?" Margaret asked, leaning forward a little. "Without trying to flatter you, and I know you must get a lot of it, but Frank and I have been talking. You two are exceptionally good — professionally good."

"Thank you. Oh, we've played a few bars. More or less, just to see what it was like, but other than that, we haven't," Evie answered, smiling. "We've never wanted to go in that direction with our lives."

Dave stood up. "I'll be back in a minute. Jeff could you come help me, please?" Dave left the room with Jeff following.

At the inquisitive looks, Evie said, "Just hang on. We've got a surprise when they get back." With that, she spun back around and began playing a jazz tune.

A few minutes later, Dave and Jeff came back in carrying two boxes of — songbooks.

Diana glanced in a box, then leaning over, pulled out a book. "Campfire songs. Jeff, we haven't done this in ages."

That got the girls started, and they swarmed the boxes, exclaiming and giggling like it was Christmas.

A couple of hours later, everyone was just about certain that Evie and Dave could play any song in any of the books in either of the boxes. They eventually broke for dinner, which consisted of hotdogs and the trimmings. When Dave started to gather up the books, the girls mobbed him.

Laughing, Jeff added his thoughts, "Unless you two are tired and can't go on, or you really don't want to, please don't stop now. I think this is the most fun we've had in a while."

Dave and Evie looked at each other and grinned. "No, we're not tired. We often play for hours at the music festival. We haven't gone much lately, and we've missed it. And we're having fun, too," Evie smiled. "Let me help the ladies with the hot dogs and we'll..."

Ann and Melissa came in laughing with each other and pushing a huge serving cart. "Picnic," Melissa laughed. "An indoor picnic."

Bill and Kathy walked in right behind her and looked around. "What's going on?" Kathy asked, smiling, looking at the guitar and the songbooks scattered about.

"Just in time for a hotdog," Laura said, smiling at them. "We've been having a ball singing and listening to Dave and Evie play, and just talking — having fun. We haven't managed to think of anything that they haven't been able to play, yet. They've played everything from soft rock, jazz, and old country, to classical. And they're beyond good. We've been singing and having fun for hours."

Madison looked at Kathy, "I used to sing a little in a quartet. This sounds like fun."

Evie handed Dave a plate with two hot dogs with everything, and a pile of chips. He smiled his thanks, took a bite, then had to set the plate down to get a napkin to stop the drool. Laughing, he turned to Bill. "There are four men here. We've got a quartet."

Jeff overheard him and said, "Hah. You've got three. I couldn't carry a tune in that proverbial bucket."

"That's not true, guys," Diana said. "Our Jeff is a little shy when it comes to singing, but he has been doing just fine all afternoon, and he used to sing in church."

"Yeah, but Baby, that was just singing with the congregation."

"Like I said, he's bashful when it comes to singing. He has a beautiful baritone voice."

"How about it Fred? You up for it?" Dave asked as he handed Fred a heaping plate that Ann had fixed.

Fred hesitated, then smiled. "I used to sing a little in church. But don't expect much."

"Great. How about you, Frank? Gonna help us out?"

Wainwright laughed. "Damn straight, I will," he laughed, but Margaret broke off his laugh with an elbow in his short ribs.

"What was that for?" he asked, as everyone laughed.

"Leave the southernisms to Jeff. You don't have the inflection right."

"What southernisms?" Jeff asked. "I don't use southernisms..."

Everybody had a good chuckle over that.

"And you, Bill?"

"My quartet days were long ago. All the singing I've done in years was in the cockpit to keep myself awake, but I'm game if everybody else is."

"Okay, that's everybody then," Dave mumbled, then swallowed so he could go on, "As soon as we're through eating, we'll go somewhere and practice a couple of songs, then come back and sing for the women."