Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

He glanced at Leslie, and Judy slid her hand across his thigh and gripped his cock. Pre-come was already sticking to his shorts, and he thought he was going to dump the whole load right there in the bistro.

"Can you see how big and hard it is?" she said to Leslie.

"Leslie still seemed shy, but she was no longer blushing. She leaned her head back to get a look at Rick's lap.

"See?" Judy said.

"You're right. It is big."

"Bigger than Brandon's?"

"I don't know. I've never looked at Brandon's."

Rick and Judy both stared at her.

"I mean, I keep my eyes closed … I mean-" She cut off her words, and downed her wine in three quick swallows. Judy refilled her glass.

"Stop teasing her," Rick said.

Leslie emptied the second glass of wine as quickly as the first. There was no more in the carafe. Armand stepped to the table and tried to refill the carafe, but Judy waved him away.

"Would you like to take these sandwiches with you," Armand said, with his very slight accent.

"No. We'll just gobble them down," Judy said. "Won't we, Leslie."

"Gobble, gobble."

Judy started to push her own full glass of the house wine across the table. Rick had the feeling that the wine had gone straight to Leslie's brain, and he tried to stop Judy, but Judy slapped his fingers and pushed the glass even closer to Leslie.

"I'll take it with me," Leslie said.

The giggling grew more intense and they were attracting the attention of other customers. When Armand brought their sandwiches, Rick thought Armand would ask them to be quiet, but all he said was, "Enjoy the wine, the meal, and anything else you have in mind for later."

When they returned to the hotel, Leslie went into the bathroom she shared with them and closed the door. Rick did not hear the click of the lock.

"What do you think? Do you want to fuck her?" Judy giggled, as she had with Leslie, but Judy had barely a taste of the wine.

"Come on, stop this teasing crap."

Judy stepped closer to him, bringing her lips to his. She felt her taut nipples brush through the material of her own blouse and his shirt, and his cock started to rise again.

She kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she tilted her head and smiled. "Who says I'm just teasing?"

Leslie's head was spinning, but she couldn't be drunk on just two glasses of wine – or was it three? Nevertheless, she was having all kinds of weird, sexual thoughts. She wanted to make love first with Rick, than with the tall, good-looking Armand. She was angry with Brandon and she was horny.

"Horny?" she said aloud, and she frowned at herself in the bathroom mirror. That word had sped through her mind many times, yet she had avoided dwelling on it. To dwell on it was to acknowledge that Brandon had never satisfied her sexually, although he had often pleased her with his attentions.

He tried to satisfy her, didn't he? Or didn't he care about her at all?"

She took off her jacket and folded it on the closed toilet seat and studied herself in the mirror. The halter, which crossed her breasts and tied in the back, was all she was wearing under the jacket; the jacket had hidden the way her nipples occasionally popped out against the material.

Leslie's breasts were hard and perfectly shaped. Although her aureoles were small, her nipples were nearly an inch long. When she was making love with Brandon, they jutted out like fingertips. He nibbled on them occasionally, but liked when he made love to her, he never did it long enough or gentle enough or hard enough when she wanted it done hard. Worse than that, he didn't do it nearly often enough.

If she made love to Rick, as Judy said she could, she would know what it was like with another man, and perhaps she would know what was missing?

No! She did not want to know what she was missing. If she knew, then her entire marriage was a waste, and Brandon might as well run away with that bitch secretary of his.

I'm better looking than she is , Leslie thought. I'm twice as good looking, and I'm built better, no matter how big her t – no matter how big her breasts are.

She slipped her hand under her skirt and stroked her mound, with pubic hairs jabbing through the nylon of her panties.

There was a tapping at the door, and she quickly moved her hand away as Judy pushed inside.

"I see you're getting the hang of it."

"No. No, I wasn't-"

"Sure you were. Are you ready for Rick?"

"You're not serious about this."

"Of course I am. The fact that you want to fuck him has nothing to do with him and me being in love."

"But-"

"No 'buts,'" Judy said. "The fact that you want to fuck him, and he wants to fuck you makes everything perfect."

She was still light headed, and maybe she was not even hearing what she thought she was hearing. It could be all be a product of her own … "Wishful thinking," she muttered.

"What?" Judy said.

"I … was … just thinking out loud."

"Do you want to strip for him, or do you want to go in there naked?"

"Oh, Judy, I don't think I'm ready for this."

The wine she carried from the bistro, was on the vanity sink.

"You really did like watching us last night, didn't you?"

"I surely did. Yes, I did. Yes," Leslie said.

She brought the wine to her lips and emptied it. Then, almost by reflex, her fingers were moving under her skirt again. She was touching herself, stroking herself, trying to recapture the pleasure of orgasm she had experienced earlier this morning.

Judy raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, damn. What am I doing?"

"Getting yourself ready for Rick."

"You're sure you talked about it."

"Yes, we have," Judy said, laughing. "And he said he would just love to fuck you."

"He would? I thought he loved you, I thought- "

"I'm not talking about love. I told you that. I'm talking about fucking , and I want to watch you fuck ."

That word and the others were so alien to her, that they frightened her, yet they were exciting too.

"Go out there and tease the hell out of him first," Judy said.

Leslie became suddenly frightened, and she backed toward the door to her own room.

"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" she said, but as soon as she heard her own words, she was embarrassed.

Judy laughed. "You've known me almost all of your life. If I were a lesbian don't you think I would have put a move on you long before now?"

She shrugged. "I suppose."

"But seeing you this morning, I could very easily become bi sexual."

For just a moment, those words stopped Leslie to fear.

"But of course, I'm not. Come on."

For a crazy moment, Leslie had the idea that Judy wanted to take her into her arms and kiss her hard. She sensed that Judy wanted to run he fingers over her body, and- No, Judy couldn't do that. Would never do that. She wouldn't even think it.

The effects of the wine were wearing off. "I can't go through with this. I've done too much already. I'll have nightmares even thinking about it."

"They're not called nightmares. They're called 'wet dreams,' and they're great, aren't they?"

Of course, Leslie knew they were wet dreams. Sometimes, they were nightmares too, about diseases and going feeble and blind. She feared all the things her mother said would happen if she touched herself or if she practiced sex before or outside of marriage.

"If I make love to Rick-"

"Don't say 'love' about Rick. I don't want you to love him or him to love you. I just want you to fuck him, and I want to watch."

"If I make love – I mean, if I fuck Rick. You won't be able to just watch. I know you'll want to join in, and before you know it, I'll be left out in the cold, and I'll just be watching again."