Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

"Well, we're in no danger of being rescued until the storm is over!" Jim said. "Meanwhile, we ought to make the most of it. What do you say?" He looked around the room, his penetrating gaze from pale, blue eyes alighting on Cheryl, as he went on, "We're all in this together, now… because, I'm sure you all know that almost everybody here has balled with all the others, so what I'm suggesting is that we take the wraps off of it and have ourselves one hell of a swinging sex party!"

"I'm for that!" It was the rotund lawyer, who raised his glass and drained it.

It was the moment Cheryl Paynter had dreaded. She too turned away and drained her glass, then headed for the tiny bar to pour herself another. She bumped into her husband. Irritated, knowing that he had placed himself in her path on purpose, she tried to step around him, but he would have none of her avoiding him.

"How about it?" he whispered hoarsely. "Are you going to join in for the fun?"

"I–I don't know, Frank."

"Well, I am… whether you do or not!" he growled.

"I don't suppose I could stop you, so go ahead! You've got my permission… if that's what you want!"

"It's not that I want."

"I can't imagine you asking, anyway… after what you've already done!" It was caustic; she meant it to be so.

"Damn it, Cheryl… I want you! I want you to be a part of it, too!"

"I haven't made up my mind, darling!" she smiled coyly. "Right now, I want another one of these!" she held up her empty glass.

Frank took her glass and poured another martini for her. As they turned back to the center of the room, the radio had been turned up to higher volume and a driving rock tune filled the air. Nancy, her willowy body moving to the hard beat, was doing a twisting, pelvis-thrusting, impromptu dance, her green eyes glued flirtatiously on Jim Harding as she began to unbutton her blouse.

Frank, standing next to his wife, watched the willowy slimness of her body's gyrations, remembering how she had exploded into climax beneath his pounding cock. When her blouse came off to reveal the fullness of her high, wide-spaced breasts, jiggling provocatively with the movements of her dance, he couldn't suppress a murmured, "Damn! She's really something!"

Below, the shaft of his cock was flooding quickly with pounding blood, his desire flowing into his hardening erection, as he realized that even though he had coupled with Gene Barber's young wife, he had not had those beautiful breasts of hers in his hands.

Glancing up at her husband, Cheryl saw the lewdness of his concentrated gaze and moved away from him with a sinking feeling in her belly. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the idea of sharing her husband with other women. There was one overwhelming reason why she would have to try: If I don't, he won't be around at all!

She sat down on the couch, trying not to watch the sexy dance Nancy was putting on, for now the auburn-haired woman had removed her skirt, and only her brief, see-through panties remained to cover her nakedness.

Embarrassed, Cheryl looked away from Nancy's lovely body, when she began to roll the waistband of her panties downward until the soft curls of her auburn pubic hair peeked up above the rolled material. Standing near the fireplace, she saw Gene Barber and Charlotte. They had placed their drinks on the mantel, and as Jim Harding's black-haired, voluptuous wife leaned back against the face of the fieldstone fireplace, Gene stood close to her, their loins touching. He had just finished unbuttoning her dress down the front and his hand was slipping inside to fondle the bounty of her breasts. Cheryl already knew that Charlotte would not be wearing a brassiere either.

Jim Harding watched Nancy dance for a while, painfully aware that she was dancing just for him. It wasn't that he found her unattractive; she was a damned beautiful woman… a sexy woman, who really knew how to please herself and her man, and it wasn't that he had tired of her, either. Hell! He couldn't ever get bored with a woman like her. She's like Charlotte… always ready for something new and exciting as far as sex's concerned! No! That wasn't the reason he wasn't paying attention to the pudgy lawyer's wife, at all; it was because his attention was riveted on Cheryl Paynter, seated coldly, aloofly, on the couch by herself. It was the smell of the chase, the prospect of a new conquest that excited him, as his eyes swept over her demure, petite body, admiring the shapeliness of her crossed legs, a short expanse of white flesh showing above her knees. Charlotte had already told him briefly of her own successful seduction of the younger woman, followed by Gene Barber's having barged in to take full advantage of Cheryl's aroused state — as well as her own. "I think she's ready, darling, but take it easy with her. Be as gentle as you can!" Charlotte had told him in conclusion.

"Come on, Nancy," Frank Paynter called out, "quit teasing us. Take them all the way off!" He drained the remaining third of his drink, set the glass on a side table and threatened, "Or I'll take them off for you!"

"You want to try?" Nancy challenged, rolling her panties down now until the whole of her softly curling pubic hair, shining lustrously in the firelight and the soft glow of the oil lamps was revealed.

"Sure?"

"Well don't… because I want Jim to." Nancy began, then stopped dancing, her mouth clamping shut in mid-sentence, as she saw the tall figure of their host move across the room toward the couch where Cheryl Paynter was seated in disdainful loneliness. "Jim?"

Charlotte, ever watchful, always aware of situations as they developed, writhed away from Gene Barber's passionate, open-mouthed kiss, telling him, "I'm sorry, Gene, but I've got to head your wife off… before a scene develops!"

Moving to the music, Jim's wife came to the center of the room and took Nancy into her arms, her pelvis rotating suggestively against the other woman's almost naked loins and her lips barely moving as she whispered hoarsely, "Don't blow it now, Nancy, darling. Jim's got to make it with Cheryl!"

"Oh, I know that… but I was hoping he'd… want to make it with me, first!"

"I could say the same thing, you know. Besides, there's Frank Paynter, and your husband… and me!"

Charlotte kissed her then, drawing her close into her arms, as her tongue wormed deeply into her mouth. Nancy's eyes closed and she melted against the other woman, her legs going rubbery, trembling with desire as she leaned against the fullness of Jim's wife's melon-like breasts. Spotting Frank standing there, watching stupidly, she crooked her finger at him, behind Nancy's bare back, at the same time as she implored him with her eyes to jump in and do something.

Her legs gave way and Nancy sunk to the floor on a bear-skin rug. Charlotte followed her down to lie beside her, still kissing her deeply, while her hands caressed and massaged the softness of her tingling breasts, the nipples coning out prettily to be rolled and stimulated to quivering erection.

Frank finally understood. With swift sureness, he began to divest himself of his clothing. He was down to only his shorts in a minute. Slipping them down over his hips, he freed the massive, throbbing length of his penis and came to kneel on the bear-skin rug, his lascivious hands reaching out to smooth down the svelte taper of Nancy's thighs. She was on her back, and as she felt hands caressing her, guessing that it must be Frank Paynter, her trembling thighs relaxed and parted for him to expose the whole of her naked pussy to him, when he grasped the rolled waistband of her panties and jerked them off of her. Frank, gripping the shaft of his cock, began to lower himself down over her, thinking only that he would have to go into her right then and fuck her half silly, because he himself couldn't wait any longer.