William Davis - The Polaroid club book I

Slowly she dropped her free hand to cover his; Howard continued to tease her vaginal area, probing her moist slit through the thin, unprotesting layers of cloth. She blushed and gasped as sudden waves of indecent pleasure washed over her, overcoming her desire to resist. Howard's hand became bolder as he sensed her tacit surrender. Cindy bit her lip and glanced at Norma and then Ralph to see if they showed signs of awareness, but they did not. Her husband's fingers moved in tiny teasing circles and up and down, titillating addition to the depraved pictures, and she didn't think she could stand another moment! Cindy was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her involuntarily contracting vagina! Something had to give!

It did. Ralph collected the pictures, saying, "Well, that's all there are, kiddies. I hope you enjoyed them. I know we did — both while making them and seeing them again."

"Boy," Howard said, removing his hand from Cindy's pants, "those were some hot shots. Did you see the way Ralph was pumping Norma in that one on the table? Did you Cindy? Wow!"

"Y-yes," the wife replied. She looked guiltily at Norma as though she had been spying on the other woman, but Ralph's wife looked back with pride beaming on her face. Then Cindy glanced at her husband and at Ralph, and by their expressions she realized that she was the only one out of step, that everybody else openly and without shame had enjoyed the pictures.

Swaying from the effects of the snapshots, Cindy got to her feet. She could feel the moistness generated by Howard's fingers in her vaginal area, and before things went any further, she wanted a chance to calm down, to sort things out. So much had been happening tonight, so many new things to absorb — it was too much!

"I… I want to go to the bathroom," she said, smiling shyly. "Please excuse me."

She started off for the toilet, and after she'd left the room, Ralph turned to Howard and said: "Norma here says you want to fuck her."

Howard, his eyes like saucers, fell back against the cushions, his heart hammering in his throat. "Well, I… that is…" he stammered.

"Good for you, Howie my boy. She'll give you a fine ride."

"You mean…?"

"Like I said in The Arabian Knight, Howie, sex is good, clean fun, and if you fuck my wife it won't take away any of my love for her." He smiled warmly at the still aghast salesman. "Besides, that wife of yours looks awful attractive to me!"

"You mean you want to do it to Cindy, too?" Howard choked.

"What's the matter, Howie boy? Double standard? You covet my wife, but I can't covet yours?" His voice was quiet yet slashing. "You and Norma will have a good time together; she's one hell of a lay, let me tell you. But I have the same drives, the same interest in a good pussy other than her, and so has she for other cock. We're honest enough to admit it and enjoy it."

"But I…"

"But nothing. You're the same way. You were one happy bastard with Bonnie as I recall. That didn't make you give up your wife did it? No, it didn't," Ralph said emphatically. "And neither will your fucking Norma make any difference to your marriage."

"Cindy will never agree," Howard gasped. It was the last of his defenses, and he knew it. Ralph spoke the truth; he did want to fuck his boss's wife, and he had had one fine time with that beautiful young prostitute, Bonnie. How could he argue that Ralph shouldn't have Cindy if he, Howard took Norma? Oh, God, it was enough to make his head spin! He had to stop this!

But the filthy pictures and the erotic dancing and the overabundance of alcohol had fuddled and aroused him to a place where he couldn't say no. The carnal sights of Norma mewling silently under the strong, rock-like penis of her husband tormented him, her cooing pleas while she molded her tight body to his while dancing — Christ he wanted her! But there was still the torment of giving his own wife to another man in repayment, as if Cindy would ever accept such a suggestion! "No," he repeated, "I'm not going to force her, and I know she'll never go along. Never."

"Don't worry about that, my boy. I'll take my chances along those lines. You just go to bed with Cindy tonight, make love to her, be the good husband that you are. I'll come in later and take your place. She'll never know!"

Horrified, Howard was only able to cry, "No!"

Norma leaned over, smiling with sultriness. "Yes, Howie-baby. Yes, you'll do it. You want me tonight, want me very much. You'll leave your wife and come to me, and then we'll fuck. And I'll suck you, too." She kissed him on the cheek tenderly. "Consider that it'll be good for your wife, too. A way to emancipate her, to make her into a completely free woman of the flesh. Well, this way will do it, believe me. I went through it."

His brain screaming, Howard buried his face in his hands. Could he? Could he really go through with it? He had to… for his career, for his release he wanted with Norma… and as she had said, for Cindy's own welfare. "All right," he whispered. "But maybe she'll catch on, maybe she'll turn on the light and see it's you…"

"Heh, heh. Don't worry, my boy, with all those drinks in her, she'll never even know she's been had."

"Howie!" came a drunken voice from out of the living room. "Will you come here, honey?"

Howard stared down the hall, recognizing that his wife wanted him in the bedroom.

"There, you see? She's primed and ready, Howie. Go get her!" Ralph chortled heartily as Howard staggered off in the direction of the call. "Don't forget," he called after his salesman, "I'll be in later on, but don't wait for me! Get her all hot and bothered yourself!"