Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

After a long time, she said, "Don't you think it's awful that Brandon didn't come."

"Well, he couldn't come because he wasn't here, and he damn sure wasn't going to come with you," Rick said, laughing.

"But he could have come with Leslie."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing that," he said, as if he knew that Leslie had been watching.

Judy walked her fingers over Rick's chest, and she smiled. Then she glanced toward the open doorway, but she could no longer see Leslie.

"I feel so sorry for her," Judy said.

"Because she doesn't have me?" he said, laughing.

"Because she doesn't have anybody," Judy said. Everything she was saying was for Leslie.

"Don't worry, she'll go home to Brandon after our vacation. Hell, he might even finish his case and come along with us. We've got a whole week here, and this is just the second night."

Judy lifted up his soft cock with her thumb and forefinger and let it drop back to his flesh. "I guess that thing's done for the night," she said.

"Maybe you can blow it up for me."

"I'll bet Leslie would come in here and entice it."

"Nah, I know how you women are. You're jealous. You wouldn't want another woman messing with me. What's yours is yours, and what's mine is yours too. You wouldn't want to share me with anybody."

"No, my dear. You are talking about what men think about women and about what men want. Most women I know would willingly share their husbands – if the occasion was right and the woman was right."

"You've discussed loaning me to other women?"

"No, I haven't discussed it," she said. "Not specifically, but I will if you like."

He smiled through a frown. And she knelt up suddenly, giving a view of her body to both him and Leslie – if she was still there.

Although she had no thoughts that she was a lesbian, she feelings about other women's bodies. Many were worthy of admiration; but a few were worthy of awe, and Leslie might be one of those.

Judy often thought she would like to hold and kiss another woman. She did not think much about the sex parts, except as it was sex against sex, breasts against breasts. She thought of the gentle touch, the soft feel. It was the tenderness of another woman that she thought about.

"What are you thinking?" he said.

He went up on both knees too, and they were now facing each other. He slid his hands to her behind, and she slid her hands to his. One of her knees was at his cock; one of his at her pussy. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, letting the tip of it meet his in midair.

"I’ll bet Leslie would love it if I shared you with her," Judy said.

"As good looking as Leslie is, she can have any of a dozen men. Why would she want me? Hell, every man at the club wants to get into her pants, and you saw the way that guy looked at her at the bistro, and those guys in the lobby too."

"The guys at the club are always drunk, and you know how men are when they get drunk. And hell, the guys in the lobby were Frenchman. They'll look at anything in a skirt, but I do know what you mean."

She reached forward and fondled his cock, bringing it to an erection again. "She would just love making love to you," Judy said. "I guarantee it."

"Mmmmm, good. I like the way you do that – especially when you're talking dirty," he said. He kissed her and sucked her breath suddenly through his lips, and he backed away. "Are you trying to start something up between Leslie and me?" he said,

"Why not?" she said.

"Whoa! You're serious, aren't you?"

"Umm-hnn, sure am," she said, and slowly massaged his cock again.

"Before you go pawning me off on another woman, maybe you should let me do that thing we've talked about."

"What thing?" she said, and just to tease him, she swung over on all fours and showed her behind to him. "This thing?"

"Yeah, that thing!" he said. He reached for her and went up quickly on his knees, his cock in his hand, ready to push it into the virgin opening of her ass.

"No! Not yet," she said, but she waved her behind at him, like a dog wagging her tail.

"You teasing bitch," he said, but laughed as he said it, and it was okay.

"But there's another opening you can use back there."

"Not a bad idea," he said, and he brought his cock to the opening of her pussy, and rubbed the head through the wetness of her slit.

He slid one hand under her chest. He cradled a breast as if he were weighing it, and a delicious little chill shot through her. He stroked his cock upward and downward until it was hard. Then he slid the head through the folds, through the wetness, and over her clit.

"Put it in. Yes, put it in all the way," she said.

"Yes," he said, and he slid his cock all the way inside her pussy.

Both hands were on her breasts, stroking and fondling and pinching. Yes, he knew what to do, and he knew how to do it. He knew how important the touch and the stroke were. It was as if his fingers and hands felt the same pleasure she felt. After three years of practice, Rick knew exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, and how she wanted it. Yes, it was just like that, like that exactly.

"Yes," she said, and it was good. It was damn good, and they were doing it all over again, his cock going in and out. She was growling like a dog, and he was grunting like a gorilla.

The door eased open again, and Leslie stood there, eyes closed. She was still stroking the bare parts of her body, her belly, her thighs, her legs, now even her pubic hairs, but she was resisting the temptation to do more. The woman was terribly inhibited, Judy thought, as Rick pumped in and out of her quickly and hard and he was bringing her to a-

"Oh, yesssss," Judy cried.

"Uhhhhh," Rick moaned.

"Ohhhh," came Leslie's gasp from the doorway, although she had never touched herself.

By the time Rick looked in that direction, the door was closed. Through the rippled glass was a hint of Leslie's white robe. Leslie had her back against the windows, and Judy wondered if she had yet touched herself.

Rick and Judy hugged each other for a long time saying nothing. When Rick was almost asleep, Judy said, "Would you like to make love to me and Leslie together?"

"You're crazy," he said.

"Am I?"

"Kind of," he said, and she slid her hand down the front of his chest.

"We'll see about that," she said, and she touched her nails to his soft and sticky member, stroking it back to life.

"Oh, God, why can't I do it," Leslie Carson muttered to herself as she sat back against the door.

Her silk robe was over her shoulders, and her long, brown hair flowed downward. Her breasts were fully naked, her legs spread, her womanhood throbbing, but she could neither touch it nor call it by any other name but her "thing." She would try to call it something else, she would really try, and maybe that would make her sexier. Even in her mind, she barely got out the "p."

"Pu … pu … pu … pussy," she whispered. Yes, that was it, she could say it, but she couldn't say it a second time, and she could not even touch it. She wanted so desperately to touch, to massage it, to play with and pleasure herself the way so many other women did. She wanted to be able to do it, but it was not only difficult – it was impossible.

She could no longer stand the sounds of pleasure that came through the door, because she wanted to be here with Brandon, her husband, making love. Yes, making love. She wanted to be able to cry out the way Judy had cried out, but she was afraid to cry out even when she was alone with Brandon. Brandon didn't seem to care so long as he … so long as he finished and went to sleep.

Now he was back in America, making love to that bitch secretary of his while she was here in Paris, alone with her friends. She wanted Brandon, and she wanted love. She needed it. Oh, yes, she wanted to make love if only to herself. But all she could do was listen and try to watch and continue to be sick about her own inhibitions, and her own failed marriage; and it was all her fault.