Gus Stevens - Love Me, Love My Dog

Sam was dealing the cards now and, under the table, Alice's legs were undulating against my wrist, imploring me to go on. Alice stared into my face. “I'll simply scream if you don't tell me the rest of that joke,” she murmured, almost losing control of her voice.

Her message was sharp and deadly, so I shoved the tip of a finger between her lips, realizing I'd been this route only the week before. Rather sadly, I wished I could use my cock once in a while in this house, instead of always being called on to give somebody else all the fun with a hand job.

“Yes, Don,” Amy was saying, her voice level. “Tell us the joke, too.”

“It's only a traveling salesman story,” I stuttered, smiling like a sick hippo. “You've heard it before.”

“But I insist,” my wife continued, her eyes sliding to Alice's wan face. If she got any more suspicious she'd make some excuse to look under the table and yours truly would be washed up for a long time to come.

“Well,” I mumbled, shoving my finger another inch into Alice's snatch and wiggling it, “the farmer said, you'll have to sleep in the upstairs bedroom with the baby.”

Alice's shriek was meant to sound like laughter, but she was losing control fast, her face frozen in a howl of mirth. Sam frowned at her. “What's wrong with you, dummy? He hasn't gotten to the punch line yet.”

“Oh,” she giggled, squirming forward so that my finger shot inside another inch. It was cozy and wet in there and I realized she'd already had a half-hearted orgasm, but the main event was still to come.

“Anyhow,” I blurted, fighting to keep my voice under control, “he gets into bed and finds this beautiful doll curled up at his side. She's about eighteen and loaded.”

Amy smirked at me, her expression joyless. “Perhaps like Trudy Pipp?”

Alice recovered long enough to look at my wife. “Trudy Pipp? Is that your sitter?”

Amy nodded.

“Hm, is that why you two have been shooting daggers at each other? A sitter must be providing the third point of the lovers' triangle.” She giggled, snapping her knees against my forearm.

“Alice, for Christ's sake,” Sam snapped back, twisting his face. “Forget your wild imagination for a minute and make your play.”

“I already have,” she blurted.

Her husband frowned. “Like hell. Get your card down on that trick and cut the chatter.”

“Oh,” Alice mumbled, “that play.”

She tossed a card, glaring at me. “It's your move, lover.”

I made my move, extracting a card with one hand and working the other higher. A second finger joined the loner inside Alice's pussy and they began to scissor their way here and there, fishing around for even more vital spots in the interior. Alice was giggling again and Amy seemed madder than before.

“Come on, clown,” she said to me, “finish the joke so we can share in the hilarity.”

“It isn't much of a joke,” I muttered, finding her button of pleasure with my forefinger. I strummed it and she rolled her eyes, giggling more loudly than ever.

“Finish it,” Amy hissed.

“So the traveling salesman gets into bed with this doll and knocks off a piece,” I continued. “When he's through he gets out of bed and the broad asks, 'Where are you going?' 'I'm in the wrong room,' he answers. 'I'm supposed to sleep with the baby. Who are you?' 'I'm baby,' she replies.”

Alice went crazy, shaking all over the place, pounding the table and coming all over my hand. She was spouting like a Roman fountain, getting her gun and screaming with laughter, tears rolling down her face. This went on for almost a minute before she began to get control of herself.

Amy looked at Sam. “Some joke.”

Sam shrugged. “He warned it wasn't much.”

“Then why is she falling off her chair?”

Again our host shrugged, eyeing his wife curiously. “They say women start to do funny things when they approach middle age.”

Amy shook her head. “How old is she, twenty-eight? Much too soon for that sort of thing, my friend. Much too soon.”

“The booze hit me, I suppose,” Alice chuckled, wiping her eyes. “I didn't have much dinner and it's gone straight to my head.”

Meanwhile, I'd withdrawn my hand and fished out a handkerchief, wiping myself reasonably clean. After that, things quieted down again and I found myself studying Amy, wondering if Sam had tried anything with her in the kitchen. Sure, he wasn't much in the sack with his own wife, but that didn't mean my business partner couldn't be a tiger with someone else's woman.

Amy seemed ruffled, but I didn't think Sam had done the ruffling. Perhaps she was still shaken from her silent encounter with Buddy Pipp, although that was hard to behave. After all, the kid hadn't turned on at all and Amy wasn't so physical a woman that she'd get her gun just looking at a handsome stranger, who was only a kid, at that. At least, I didn't think she was.

Still, there was something wrong and I was certain of it when she got up from the bridge table early, stretching for all to see, including Sam, who seemed to take a deep breath at the sight of her straining breasts.

“Time for us to get on home, Don,” she murmured, her voice sleepy, but I knew when my wife was tired and this wasn't one of those times. She was faking all the way.

I didn't do any of the protesting because I was anxious to get out of there. Sure, it was fun diddling Alice, but she hadn't gotten around to diddling back and that left me hot and bothered-just like the week before. That night Trudy and then Amy had tapped my overflowing cup and tonight Trudy and Amy were still close by. There was an outside chance…

“Hey, it's only eleven o'clock,” Sam was complaining. “Since when do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”

Alice batted her eyes at me. “You haven't given me a chance to be a gracious hostess, Donny. After all, there are other things to do besides playing bridge.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Amy snapped, sitting down fast and leaning across the table.

Alice looked at her husband and Sam cleared his throat. “Go ahead, darling,” Alice muttered. “It's your speech.”

“Well,” Sam began, his throat bobbing as he swallowed a half-dozen times, “there comes a time in some people's lives when they need a change. Alice and I feel we're at that place when we've maybe gotten a little tired of each other and we're looking around for new experiences.”

I knew damned well what Sam was getting at because I'd thought out those same words a number of times myself, but I'd never gotten around to suggesting to Amy that we try them out on our friends. Amy I figured, wasn't that tired of me yet… not after the way she'd performed down at the sea wall that night.

“Do I make myself clear?” Sam asked, his voice desperate as he looked at me and then Amy.

I nodded but Amy was looking at him like he was a candidate for a long rest in a place where everybody talked in whispers. “I don't understand a word. You're not thinking of quitting your job and bumming around the world, are you?”

Sam and Alice shook their heads like twins on the same string. Sam licked his lips and began to sweat through his shirt, so I stepped in.

“Let me talk to her on the way home, okay? We'll think about it and let you know, if that's all right.”

Sam looked relieved. “Now I know why I picked you as a partner, partner. Take over from here. We'd be pleased to know what you think about the idea.”

“Roger.”

Amy and I left at once, joining in the chorus of good nights at the door. I looked down at the slight stain on Alice's miniskirt, but I didn't think anyone else had caught sight of it. Once on our way, Amy turned to me like a starving native looking at a tender missionary.