Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“What’s this, Jack?”

“Well, it was for tonight, but I’ve developed a thirst for some reason…“ he paused, smiling at her warmly but honestly.

She unscrewed the thermos cap and poured a small cupful of its contents. “What is it?”

“Vodka Collins. I made them before I left today.” Again the open, frank, almost boyish grin crossed his features. “See that? I remembered.

“Remembered?” For a moment Kim didn’t understand, and then she recalled asking him to fetch her a drink at the Tatum party. “Oh, you mean-” She had to smile back. “Yet, it is my favorite drink. In fact, about the only one I really like.”

“Have some, then,” he urged.”

“I don’t know…“ it’s too early in the day.”

“Go ahead. There’s plenty.”

Kim poured herself a glass and slowly sipped the Collins. As she did, a vicarious thrill, brought about by the teenage act of drinking in a car, completely blanked out her fleeting fear of a moment previous. “Mmmmm. This is good, Jack,” she enthused.

“I used to be a bartender years ago,” he said proudly.

Well, now, Kim thought as the car sped on towards Salmon Creek. This is really the last word, drinking in the middle of the afternoon with a strange man in his fancy Continental. A little twinge of schoolgirl guilt made her giggle inwardly, and her mind recalled a long-ago drive-in movie when she was I; her freshman year of college, and the six-packs of beer her date had taken along, and her abandoned actions after the alcohol had gotten somewhat to her. Another shiver crossed her mind, and the fuzzy picture of that night returned, as it had many times. That was the night after she had first seen a man’s erect organ, standing like a sentry, guarding the trousers open fly-and the first time she had handled one, though not allowing it to capture her virginity. But it had come so close, so close…

Well, that was enough of that kind of thinking! She pressed her buttocks into the cushion, “Here’s to Barry,” she said.

“Here’s to him, all right. I hope he gets everything he deserves, Kim.

Everything.”

She took a heavier swallow from her cup, the bittersweet liquid warming her belly with comfortable fire. She had to watch it-she hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast. But before she could protest, Goren had picked up the thermos from the seat and refilled her cup, placing his empty cup down as he did so.

She in turn refilled his.

By the time they reached the Salmon Creek turnoff, Kim was happier than ever.

The liquor had soothed her into a mellow effervescence. As they approached the redwood cabin, she recognized the Ford in front as Barry’s and hers, and with a squeal, she said: “Are we there, Jack? Oh, is that the cabin? It’s lovely!“

Goren had to laugh at her impassioned words, and was tempted to reach over and squeeze her leg again; but he remembered her rather negative reaction to his familiar attempt earlier, and decided against it. He drove up next to the Ford; and shut off the quiet engine and stepped out. The sand was noiseless under his feet. He shut his door as quietly as he could, and Kim latched the passenger door with feminine grace, making: not a sound.

Perfect, he thought, perfect. Now if everything was as planned…

Kim impulsively locked her arm with his as they walked to the cabin. “They must be inside,” she said. They walked, to the front window and she peered in. “Oh, this is perfect, Jack. It really looks comfortable inside. But I don’t see Barry and Lynn." “Oh, they’re around somewhere,” Goren answered, his face slightly frowning as though he was somewhat worried. “The cars are here.” Then he turned and: smiled. “Perhaps they took a walk down to the beach.”

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Goren’s and Kim’s ears. It seemed to be coming from around to the rear of the cabin.

“Oh God, Lynn, you fuck like Aphrodite personified!”

Kim froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Goren. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. “Wha-what was that?’ she managed.

“I don’t know. It sounded like a man. Like Barry!“ he whispered.

Goren, the picture of indignation and anger, grabbed Kim’s tender hand. “C’mon, let’s see what the hell is going on!”

“But Jack, I-”

They were interrupted by the sound of more lewd words, this time from a woman’s lips. Kim couldn’t believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Lynn Goren’s! “Oooohhhhh, yes, oh yes, Barry! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me!

Lick my cunt, my flaming cunt before the juices all run out! Ohhhhh Kim was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jack Goren. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility-but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the iron-clad vault door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the sand was too soft and Goren’s strength too much. They rounded the corner of the building, the murmurings growing louder and the moans of passion now becoming distinct.

“You like fucking me, don’t you, Barry?”

“Yes, God, I like it. I love It! Your pussy is like some magic perfume of the Gods, sweet, so sweet!”

“Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me.” There was silence for a moment, and Kim heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man-no longer just a man, but her Barry, her husband!-turned to do as bid.

Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband’s infidelity so callously at hand, Kim let Goren take her to the rear wall of the cabin; and there, hidden by the overgrown bushes, she peered onto the sandy stretch of back yard. She took one, quick glance, and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to yell, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilation of her soul, was too great. Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness Of Goren’s chest.

“Oh, no… no, no, it can’t be! Not my Barry!“ she moaned, her sounds of anguish muffled by Goren’s body. “I don’t believe it!”

What she had so briefly seen was Barry and Lynn Goren locked in the age-old embrace of mutual oral manipulation. They were lying on a fluffy beach towel, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other’s hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each-other’s pubic area. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, the wet, lewd sounds of their mutual sucking resounding through the salty air.

Jack Goren maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his wife moaning with abandon while she sucked the large, glistening cock sawing between her lips, as he saw Barry’s wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of her pussy. Inwardly, he glowed with satisfaction and sadistic pleasure, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Kim, feeling her lithe, firm curves mold themselves to his body, and he had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip the few wisps of clothes off between them and join the couple on the large towel. But he knew women well enough to be certain this was not the proper time. He would have to wait until the horrified and helpless shock in Kim turned into anger and revenge. A scorned or wronged woman would do anything against her errant mate and abandon the morals of a lifetime doing so. He would bide his time and slowly work her into the temper he needed.