Allan Chase - The straying wife

That sounded fair and none of the others seemed at all alarmed. It was a bad scene, an uncomfortable situation to be in, yet she was determined to bluff it through. Again, her feeling of dread came over her in a rush.

"Slowly, slowly," Klaus instructed her as she took a drag from the lighted cigarette he offered her. She had watched him inhale, and she did it very gently. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste. She took the cigarette again when it came around to her and inhaled deeper on the next puff and held it down the way everyone else was doing.

After three or four inhalations, Kim could hardly feel it going down, it was so smooth. Soon, it seemed like she was doing nothing but holding her breath.

"I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice that didn't sound like her. She looked at Klaus and Nichole on either side of her, and they suddenly looked as if they were miles and miles away.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Yes, darling, I feel the world. I feel old San Francisco and it's hot and it's horny." It seemed a logical answer to Kim, and suddenly she felt the same way too. She bad never felt the world around her before. How strange, how odd not to be vitally aware of the universe around her.

She was inhaling again and liking the taste it left in her mouth. The longer it stayed down the softer it felt inside… and the softer she felt!

She sat in silence, lulled, taking the newly offered brown cigarette like a robot, inhaling and passing it along to Nichole. She could feel the pressure of Klaus' leg against her thigh, but the inhalation duped her fears. In fact, it dulled all her fears, even that feeling of impending dread. His leg felt good, and she returned the pressure slightly to let him know she didn't mind. She was going to show them she was liberal minded.

The drugged young wife now didn't seem to mind anything at all… not with that sweet smoke in her… she could feel it licking smoky and seductive deep inside… deeper than she had felt anything since that night in the bathroom. She didn't even mind thinking of that now, and she pressed her warm fleshy thigh even tighter against Klaus' knee.

The pungent sweetness of the narcotic hung heavy in the room and in the cab as they rode to North Beach all crammed next to one another. Kim liked the feeling of Ernie's powerful body pressed next to her. As the taxi swayed across town, she began to realize that the pungent aroma, that deadly sweet odor, was not only in her nostrils, but in her mind as well.

She reeled under the total impact of the drug and felt giddy and silly, and was glad she had Nichole and Ernie and Klaus to guide her about and be responsible for her. Without them, she would have gone where bidded and done what she was told. She felt like a butterfly borne, tossed, and turned on some mighty slipstream, buffeted about without being able to help it. The world was too large and too full of distractions for her to be able to make any decisions. Dimly, she could divine that Ernie was with Nichole and Klaus was her date… escort.

She giggled, feeling naughty, going to see a topless dancer with a strange man. How many women did that? Klaus gently guided her by the elbow into a night club that advertised TOTALLY NUDE outside. Once inside, it was pitch black and Kim opened her eyes wide, trying to see where she was stepping. Klaus guided her all the way, and the four of them sat at a little table with Klaus holding her hand and gently moving his knee against her thigh. He gave her hand a little reassuring squeeze, and she squeezed back as they all looked up at a tiny, brightly lighted stage.

Kim watched, fascinated, her stare a hypnotic drugged one. Idly, she wondered if people could tell she was high. She tried to remember what it was they had smoked… it wasn't marijuana. Her thoughts seemed difficult and almost impossible to collect and regulate. She shook her head and watched a young girl mounting the tiny stage that had mirrors for a backing. Once up on the platform, the girl casually pulled her dress off her head and stood listening to the beat of the music on the juke box; she wore nothing but an Indian headband and a pair of sandals.

It was a powerful sensual shock to Kim, looking at another woman's naked body with a group of virtual strangers. The dark bar was packed, mostly with men and with the majority of them being military people. Almost timidly, the drugged housewife looked up at the girl who had short hair and a slim, boyish body. At first glance, she could have been a boy. Her hips were slim and her buttocks small and tight, and her breasts were high and small, almost non-existent when she stretched her arms above the head. Her nipples were a dark red, hard and tight, like pencil erasers. Her pubic hair was black and there wasn't much of it over her firm little mound of Venus. Even her pouting – dry – cuntal lips looked tight and small.

It seemed obscene somehow to look at another woman's vagina along with a roomful of strangers and see the lips form more distinctly, see the indentation by her thighs take place. Suddenly, with a barely suppressed gasp, Kim realized the girl was getting excited by standing naked before a roomful of strangers. It, the idea and the act, was exciting not only the girl, but Kim! She was astounded by the wanton strength of her own lasciviousness and sensuality. Somehow, it must be all mixed with the pungent smoke.

Slowly, Kim let her eyes wander from the girl's tight little cunt to see that she was standing nakedly right in front of her. The dancer squatted obscenely so Kim could look right up at her narrow cuntal slit and see the fluted pink edges slightly trembling. Slowly, the embarrassed young wife looked up to see that the girl was wantonly smiling down at her, snapping her fingers in time with the music, and slowly undulating her hips in a most obscene and suggestive way.

It was as if the girl was crouching, offering her pussy to Kim and to Kim alone! It was with a shock that the red-haired wife gradually realized the girl was inviting her to caress the warmly perfumed cuntal flesh and everyone in the room must know it. Kim darted a nervous look at Klaus who shrugged, and at Nichole who laughed and looked back up at the girl.

The naked dancer, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, mouth open, eyes half-closed, turned and sensuously swayed down the platform until she was in front of Nichole who seemed to ravish the girl with her eyes. The dancer crouched before the brunette, her legs wide-split, her now pinkly glistening pussy pumping lewdly back and forth not two feet from Nichole's face.

Kim felt she had to be imagining things, that it was all the – what was it? – the "hashish" they had smoked. It had to be! The girl couldn't be a lesbian. Nor could Nichole! She was just enjoying the dance, that's all. Yet it seemed so obvious, so blatant. Kim watched the girl and her straining thighs and firmly jiggling little breasts, and the whole idea seemed so wicked and so risque and wild that it excited her. It touched a chord deep in her drugged body that vibrated out of control for a moment, bringing a hot, itchy moisture to her vagina and forcing her to close her legs and squeeze her thighs together to stop the insane throbbing of her clitoris.

The girl dancer had hips that seemed to be attached to her body by ball bearings and stainless steel springs; she gyrated and rotated, her tight little buttocks visible in the mirror as they jumped and jiggled and grew taut as she danced. The music was growing wilder and wilder as she cupped her orange-sized breasts and seemed to offer them to the room at large, but really giving them in silent invitation to Nichole right in front of her. She stopped dancing and stood with her legs spread wide apart and slowly – as Kim gaped and leaned forward, her hand on Klaus' knee – slowly, lewdly and wantonly rotated her hips and rolled her buttocks so that her pussy slit glinted moistly in the light. Her mouth dry and her heatedly throbbing clitoris pounding again, Kim squeezed Klaus on the knee and looked at Nichole. The brunette was hungrily staring right at the offered cunt, her eyes half closed, her face dark and intense.