Chapter 5

James had taken them out to dinner tonight. It had been a happy meal, lots of wine and lots of laughter. Now that they knew each other so well, the conversation came easily. James had felt Valerie's foot touch his several times during dinner and returned her tentative touch with a firm and knowing pressure. They had slipped their shoes off and as the wine took its toll, their toes became more active, fondling each other. He liked the feel of her toes turned under in her pantyhose and smoothly rubbing his ankle as she smiled across the table at his jokes.

Gerald needed two guiding hands, getting to the car and then again as he rollicked along into his own home. He insisted on pouring them a nightcap and turned on some music. Valerie lighted two candles, casting the room into a warm glow. Gerald lay on the floor, talking with some difficulty on the sense of it all, James sat on one end of a small couch, Valerie at the other. James had trouble keeping his eyes off her and she returned his glance with warmth. Gerald's breathing soon became very steady, then turned to light snoring.

"I better get him upstairs, ... I guess." Valerie said.

"Yes ... I guess ... so." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"But we should finish our nightcap, ... don't you think?"

"Mmmmnnn hmmm."

James reached for his drink and placed his hand on the couch reaching out toward her.

As she did the same, their hands touched. The feeling was electric and they both pulled back briefly, and then relaxed. Their hands were barely touching, there on the seat of the couch, but the warmth exchanged was intense. They sat and stared at Gerald on the floor, sleeping soundly, as the tension built between them. They sat like that for a time, and then James covered her hand with his, raising the level of tension still more.

Valerie could feel the wetness beginning again between the lips of her pussy. His hand over hers was the longest contact that they had had, yet she felt that they had an intimacy that was extraordinary. She turned to look into his eyes, which seemed to be fastened on her constantly. She enjoyed smiling at him, then seeing the warmth with which he returned it. She realized that they were kissing with their eyes. It brought a lump to her throat.

Taking another casual look at Gerald on the floor, James leaned toward her in the gloom of the candlelight. She paused a moment, unsure, glanced at her sleeping husband, and then leaned to offer her lips. Their lips touched gently, then opened and pressed closer. James' lips pulled at hers, pulling her into him gently. Her tongue found his, and the effect was immediate and electric. She was shocked at the special shudder she felt, it was just like her first kiss when she was young. She felt that she was on a roller coaster that streaked down over her breasts, leaping off the nipples down her tummy and zooming into the split between her legs.

The kiss lasted a long time, their tongues tasting each other for the first time. At last, James broke away and stared over at Gerald for a moment, then turned again to renew the taste of her sweet lips, squeezing her hand as he did so.

"Well, ... I guess we should ... get him up to bed." Valerie said at last, not really wanting to end it.

Gerald was soon roused, rubbing his eyes and fumbling with the hi-fi.

"Well, had to wake me up, did you? Wanting some of my John Thomas are you?" Winking at James. "Always gets randy in candlelight, you know!" He was still sitting on the floor but now he was running his hands up her legs and under her skirt. "You want to help me with this horny little bunny, James, or do you have to get up early!!!!"

"Now, Gerald, off you go," his wife urged.

His hands continued to fondle her ass as she preceded him up the stairs and down the hall.

"Night James," he slurred over his shoulder, bumping from one wall to the other, all down the hall.

The door closed behind them and he heard their talk continue. She was bawling him out for suggesting that James join them in bed.

"Gerald, what are you thinking of, saying such a thing in front of a guest, for heaven's sake. I've never been so embarrassed!"

"Thought you liked him, sweetie! ... Might be ah ... ah bit of fun, you know. Come on, admit it hahahahahaha ... you'd love having the both of us. Eh? What'll you have then, love, me in the back and old James in the front?

"Gerald, for heaven's sake, not a chance!" he heard her trying to shush him.

"Oh, come, on love, let's see that big sweet ass of yours!!"

"Eeeeek! Geraldddddddd!"

"Ohhhh, feels like you are ready for my ... Big old John Thomas!!! Let's see that big round wonderful ass under these knickers ... oooooops hahaha ... Ooops, they tore!!!! Hahahahahaha ... Oh, it is wet and wiggly hot pussy ... hot pussy ... hot ... ready for this, love ... Bend over there, let me have it you slut! ... there ... you like it deep ... I'll give you deep.lllllllll ... there!!! deep!!!!! And again!!!!!! And again!!!!!!

"Oh, yes, yes, shove it in ... GIVE it to me ... yesyesyes ... Mmooooooore, harder ... harder shove it in, my love. Give me all of that big thing ... I love itttttttttttttt. No, no no, don't stop ... don't stop ... put it in more, again, again ... Ohhhhhhhhh.

The sounds stopped. It left James hanging, seemed incomplete ... He thought he heard snoring.

James went to his door, listened. It was snoring. Gerald, being a little worse for wear, had obviously fallen into a deep, drunken sleep after having satisfying himself. James felt rather than saw Valerie slip down the hall, then heard the light switch as she closed the door. He listened and heard water running.

The light went off.James was certain he heard her stop briefly in the hall, listening at his door, then move to her room. He waited for the sound of the door latching, but it didn't come.

As he opened his door he could smell Valerie's perfume in the hall, pleasantly deep in his nostrils. He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene he had just heard take place. He wondered just how daring he should be. Gerald's snoring was loud and deep.

Suddenly he was in the hall, listening. Like a deer in the woods, he stood stark still in the darkness, straining to hear, straining to sense Valerie there not ten feet away. She had not closed the door completely. His decision was made.

James slowly pressed the door. It creaked, sounding loud against the quiet of the night. He pressed again, another squeak. But Gerald continued his snoring ... He could see nothing except the outline of the white sheets on the bed. Slowly he felt his way across the room, invading the mating room of his host and hostess.

Standing beside the bed, he stopped to listen again. He felt that you could have cut the tension with a knife. His breathing, when he dared to take a breath, was labored and stuck in his chest. His pulse was pounding until he imagined it was keeping him from hearing.

Valerie lay staring into the darkness, too. She heard the door open with a squeak. She knew that he was there. What was he doing, though? Surely he won't come in, she thought. 'Should I get up and go to him? No, I don't think so, ' her mind raced excitedly.

She could see his bulk now close beside her. Her heart was pounding with excitement. Half of her wanted him to touch her; half was scared, frightened that her husband would wake. She listened, and realized that he was drunk, satisfied, and probably could sleep through an earthquake. But you never know.

The danger was like a wall there in the room with them. James stood a long time beside her bed. Finally, she felt the presence lean over her. His lips touched her ear. She turned to meet his lips with hers and felt his tongue touch hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, savoring its wet roughness.

James felt her tongue, felt the excitement of her touch shoot through his body from his tongue to the tips of his toes. He felt disoriented, not sure if he was standing or on his head or his feet in the darkness. He felt her hand on his cheek, gently encouraging him. Just touching. Fondling his face ... His hand found her breast under the silky slip.