Unknown - Sally and Duke

Lauralee had at last found something to occupy her time in straightening out the tangled business affairs of her late husband. She began to take an active interest in the various things, especially the store, and her drinking problem improved almost immediately. Now it could be said that it was no longer a problem at all-apparently she had not reached the point of real addiction to alcohol, as she was able to take a couple of drinks and then voluntarily call a halt.

"Yes, it is that late," she swung her small foot, observing with hardly concealed pleasure the effect that the motion of her shapely leg had on Ray. "How soon can you be ready?"

"Oh, Jack and Miss Minnie can close up. I'll be right with you." He pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching wide. Ray had gained some needed weight and had lost the harried, worried look he had worn in his earlier months in Quiggville.

Sally had given him a set of golf clubs for Christmas, shortly after they joined the country club, and as often as the mild Tennessee winter permitted he had been on the course, taking lessons from the club pro.

In a few minutes the owners of the drugstore were getting into the station wagon, where Duke ecstatically greeted Ray with barks and thumping wags of his tail. Lauralee piloted the car expertly around the square and through the outskirts of Quiggville and in five minutes they were turning in at Hickory Acres.

"What did you think of the housewarming party?" Ray inquired, his eyes going proudly to the brand new pink brick colonial ranch type house into which he and Sally had moved the previous week. Lauralee shrugged.

"I reckon it was a great success… everybody was there. But personally, I do prefer more intimate parties… with just you and Sally and a few of our special friends…" her prettily curved lips parted in a cat-like little smile.

"So do I, darling," Ray assured her, "but for the occasion, with, as you said, everyone there, we had to be careful not to shock some of our more… uh, sedate citizens. Not everybody in Quiggville swings, as I'm sure you've noticed."

"Thank God, some people do," Lauralee giggled wickedly, "and thank God you and Sally joined our 'inner circle'."

"Well, there'll just be the three of us tonight," he said as she braked the car in his driveway, "but we'll have to see if we can give the new place a real housewarming!"

Sally appeared at the side door as they climbed out of the car and Duke, released at last, bounded right up to her, barking joyously. She ruffled his fur affectionately, smiling a welcome to Lauralee and her own darling Ray. Sally still couldn't get over the way things had worked out for them, and just when the future had appeared so bleak.

She had found, after that nasty John Blodgett was out of the picture, that Lauralee was really not stuck-up at all and the two women had become close friends. Lauralee had seen to it that the Denhams were welcomed into the very private little group of more modern Quiggville couples who had adopted a 20th century attitude toward sex and particularly group sex. At the time it all happened, Ray had deplored the terrible experiences Sally had been put through, but he now wondered if it had not been for the best in the long run. At least she had been initiated-however drastically-into the pleasure of the malefemale relationship.

Sally led them into the living room, one arm around Ray's waist and the other encircling Lauralee's slimness. "I'm a lousy bartender," she confided, "but I put all the fixings out… build us some drinks, Ray?"

He complied with the request and then they all seated themselves around the long living room which was not as yet completely furnished but had all the essentials.

"How was your day?" Sally asked her husband warmly, her grey eyes lingering on his long body with a gleam of… could it be desire?

"Good. Thursday's getting to be almost as big a day as Friday or Saturday."

"Yes, that's what Lee was saying," Lauralee remarked, "By the way, Sally, Lee and his wife really had a good time at your open house. I don't think I've ever seen that prig he's married to unbend quite so much. Why, one of these days we might even recruit them for some fun and games."

"Oh, I'm sure we could recruit Lee right now," Sally laughed knowingly,

"but that wife of his is something else. She reminds me of… of me, the way I used to be."

"Yeah," her husband nodded, "the way you used to be… B.S."

"Why, Ray Denham, hush your mouth!" his wife giggled.

"I wasn't referring to the common expression 'bull shit'," he said loftily. "I meant 'before sex'."

"What were you planning for dinner?" Lauralee changed the subject, "I hope you didn't go to a lot of trouble."

"No, not at all. The salad's in the refrigerator and the baked potatoes are finished and in the warming oven. It's just a matter of putting the steaks on the grill."

"Hmmmmm," Ray looked from one woman to the other. The drink had relaxed him and was having a pleasantly languorous effect… except on his penis, which was stirring down there in his pants as he contemplated the girls he referred to as his two partners. "Then why not postpone dinner for a little while. Did I show you the new master bedroom the other night, Lauralee? There's one feature that's very handy… the king size bed. I think it would hold all of us without any crowding… right, Sally?"

His wife smiled as a tingling excitement commenced to make itself felt in her loins as she grasped his meaning. "Lovely idea. Will you give us a guided tour?"

"Just follow me!" He set down his empty glass and all three stood up eagerly and trooped toward the bedroom, Duke following, nosing his way through the door after them.

"What a dog!" Lauralee groaned, "He never misses out on a chance for some pussy… he's really shocking, sometimes… but you know, since I'm alone, I do find it's nice to have Duke around… there are times when a dog is woman's best friend!"

The trio undressed rapidly and soon were all sprawled naked on the huge bed. Ray lay on his back in the center, his enormous, erect cock pointing toward the ceiling like a flagpole as he slowly stroked the uncircumcised head to even greater hardness, rolling the thick fold of skin down until the purplish, blood-engorged tip quivered with arousal.

Lauralee leaned over him, staring down fondly at the big prick she had seen many times now but still found thrilling in a lewd, vulgarly fascinating way. Just the sight of it and the thought of it pushing up inside a woman was enough to moisten the hair-fringed folds of her cunt lips as her secretions oozed from her heated vagina and she pressed her thighs together to further stimulate the exciting flow. Ray reached up with one hand and began to fondle her breasts which hung pendulously over his flat stomach, their dark nipples hardening under his fingers.

Sally's long soft body lay on his other side, fitted closely to his.

She lay on her back, watching with lewd interest her husband's caressing of their friend's full-swelling breasts. God, she was hot already… sometimes she thought the Spanish Fly had not completely passed out of her body yet, though she knew that was impossible. But ever since that day she had unwittingly swallowed the powerful aphrodisiac, Sally had welcomed sex… in fact, she eagerly sought it from her husband… and then, when construction began on their new home in Hickory Acres they had met some couples in the subdivision and had been invited to a few parties… gradually, carefully, the subject had been broached… little hints were dropped that here was one part of Quiggville where the inhabitants had been liberated from oldfashioned sexual taboos. It had not taken long for the Denhams to join in, and with them, Lauralee Blodgett.

Ray's free hand came to rest on Sally's little belly, feeling her instant, quivering response. She sighed and pushed her thighs slightly apart, waiting tensely for his hand to slide, as she knew it would, into the warm, damp "vee" between her legs and play with her hot pussy.