Gus Stevens - Love Me, Love My Dog

“Oh, I'm surprised to hear from you again so soon. Yes, it was a… well, a different sort of night, at least for my husband and me. You would? Well, we hadn't planned on going out again soon, but one can't be too prepared, I suppose. If you'd really like to talk about it… When? Goodness, that isn't much notice. No, we're not doing anything special…”

My heart sank. I thought we were doing plenty special, but I was wrong.

“Very well. We'll be here. Yes, that's fine.”

Amy dropped the receiver on the hook and crossed the kitchen to face me. “I'm sorry, honey.”

“They're coming over, aren't they? Right now. Trudy and that stud-horse brother of hers.”

She nodded. “I found I couldn't say no, even though I wanted to. I'm a terrible person, I suppose, but something came over me, especially when she put him on the line for a minute.”

“Presumably they're coming to discuss baby-sitting chores, I take it.”

Again she nodded. “We both know why they're really coming.”

“Christ haven't they had enough? What are their crotches made of, spring steel?” I blew out my cheeks.

Amy sighed, looking around. “I suppose we should be getting ready.”

“Then our statue game is over before it gets started, and I'm not going to mix any fresh drinks.”

She made a face. “Not for us, you're not. Come on, they'll be over here before we can get in and out of the bathroom, if we don't hurry.”

“Do we have to change?”

She looked at my trunks and then down at her bikini. “I don't see why. We can take them out to the pool where it's cool and sunny.”

On the way to our bedroom, I kept muttering. “I don't like the idea of being near a swimming pool with them again. Not after that diving board party last night, By the way, where's Alexander?”

“In the back yard, I suppose, why?”

“He'll be pleased to know his old friends are coming back to visit, that horny mutt. Why don't we get him a female of his own before he hops into bed with you some night?”

“Stop that filthy talk,” she snapped, disappearing into the bathroom.

After that I could feel our excitement mounting as we hurried about, tidying things, getting out soft and hard things to drink, making small sandwiches and generally laying on a food and drink spread that would astonish Onassis.

I was ready to admit that I was looking forward to seeing Trudy as much as Amy wanted Buddy. I was just plain hot, brother, and even though I was proud, I was worried. I'd been wondering if I could get up the following day after such an orgy and, with my wife, I'd barely begun to stir. But the prospect of Trudy's arrival had me distended like a rubber hose stiff with water pressure.

The same situation was driving Amy close to a frenzy as she scurried about. Her eyes were wide and bright and she continually licked her lips, as though she were actually drooling at the prospect of having that two-foot salami shoved into her belly a second time within twenty-four hours.

Finally everything was ready and we paused, looking at each other, grinning sheepishly. “I'm ready, aren't you?”

“Of course I am. I hate to admit it, but variety really is adding spice.”

“But we still love each other.”

“Like a Christian loves his church, honey.”

We kept talking that way for five minutes, trying vainly to reassure each other that, even though we were aching to explode our juices around someone else's sex organs, it had nothing to do with our deep and abiding love for one another.

Bullshit, brother. I knew down in my gut that we were sailing into shoal-filled waters, taking a risk of driving our personal lives on the rocks. It would be impossible to sex it up with others day after day and still pretend that everything was all right around the house at mealtimes.

Even so, I was as helpless as she. I was hooked. I wanted Trudy's legs wrapped around me in the worst way and I couldn't wait to shoot my wad into that pussy of hers.

That must have been why I beat Amy in the race to answer the door when the bell sounded.

The crowd on the porch looked like a bunch of kids lined up to break their way into the drag races. There were four of them and they seemed to fill the doorway as they moved forward, all grinning ear to ear.

Along with Trudy and her gangling brother, there was another young man who was a couple of inches taller than Buddy, but built about the same way. He had a healing case of acne to go with his mop of blond hair and bell-bottom pants to go with his wild-flowered shirt and beads.

By his side was someone dressed exactly the same, except that it was a full foot or more shorter and, for its sake, I hoped it was a girl. Later events were to bear out my fond hopes.

We stood aside as they came trooping in, chattering among themselves like a bunch of women at an outdoor market. Almost incidentally, Trudy turned to Amy and me, waving her hand.

“Kids, these are the Bradys. Good folks. You'll like them. Mr. Brady, Mrs. Brady, this is Johnny and”- she pointed at the small one-"that's Mary Ellen.”

“How do you do,” Amy replied, her nose going up in the air. She was mirroring my feeling, for neither of us had planned on something like this. We'd wanted some private action. But now… well.

I nodded, closing the door behind them. “Come on in. We're having a little pool party.” Then to Trudy, I went on, “I don't suppose your friends will be able to stay.”

“Oh, sure,” she chirped. “We brought them along because they wanted to see your groovy place. Hey, bathing suits. Too bad we didn't remember ours.”

Buddy giggled behind a massive hand. “Maybe after a little while we won't need them.”

I cleared my throat, shooting glances at the newcomers, trying to remember their names. “I'm wondering… That is, we hadn't counted on…”

“Oh, don't do anything special for Mary Ellen and Johnny. They're just ordinary guys. They'll like whatever you've got in the house.”

“Damned white of them,” I muttered.

Alexander came bounding into the room, his tongue hanging out a foot, and the young people called to him and lavished attention on the dog.

“He's a neat dog,” Trudy exclaimed, her eyes wide as she showed him off to Mary Ellen and Johnny. “I spent two nights with him.”

“I had a night with him, too,” Buddy chimed in. “He's a funny one. There's a long red thing that sticks out under his belly.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes, and Amy turned pale, her knuckles to her teeth.

Johnny, looking at the dog and then staring possessively about the front room, blurted, “Hey, you guys didn't mess around with him, did you? I've heard it can be fun, doing it that way with mutts.”

Trudy shook her head. “Besides, Alexander isn't a mutt.” She turned to my wife. “Mrs. Brady, you don't have anything to eat, do you? We're starving. Haven't had a bite since breakfast.”

“Come over here, little girl,” Johnny was intoning, a leer on his bumpy face, “and I'll give you a bite.”

Amy waved vaguely toward the back yard. “You'll find everything you want out by the pool, a whole table groaning with good things to eat and drink.”

“Hot dog,” Mary Ellen cried, racing for the back, her tail wagging in her tight bell-bottoms. Johnny followed and then Buddy. Trudy paused, looking at us from under shining blonde bangs.

“You don't mind, do you?” she said, her voice soft. I looked at Amy, who shrugged, and then I turned back to her. “We hadn't counted on your friends coming along. I thought we were going to have a nice private visit.”

“You mean you were ready to fuck around some more?” she asked, voice loaded with innocence.

Amy and I shuddered as the harshness of her language hit our ears. “Well, let's just say we were prepared to resume our social exchange of last night.” “That's what I mean, fuck the afternoon away.” Amy set her jaw, hissing her words. “Call it what you will, little darling, we'd rather your friends had their soft drinks and sandwiches at once, so they can leave shortly.”