Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

And then Goren’s hand left her breast, moved down along her stomach, seeming to sear her skin there, and then around to the waistband of her stretch pants.

Quickly, then, deftly and without hesitation, he unbuttoned the single button at the side, located the zipper and drew it down; his fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moved inside, pushing the flimsy material down, his fingertips touching the hot flesh of her abdomen and then the first curling strands of her soft, downy fleece. But he didn’t pause there; he let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended, until the digit came in sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.

Kim’s body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked, defenseless crotch; her whole being commenced to oscillate violently and she began to moan in wild, staccato cadence. From somewhere far, far back in her mind, the warning voice began to speak again: No, this is wrong, this is all wrong, I’m not some whore to be used, I’m not merely a receptacle for a strange man’s semen I still love Barry, no matter what he’s done I still love him… no, no, no this is all wrong stop it, stop it now, before it’s too late … you have to stop, it, stop it, stop it!

But she didn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop it. She was incapable of pulling away from him, she liked his touch on her genitals, yes she liked it! She liked his tongue in her mouth, liked his touch, oh God she couldn’t stop It now at all, it was too late, too late…

Goren dipped his middle finger into the wet, trembling passage of Kim’s burning cunt, teasing the hardened button of her clitoris, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her nubile pussy and the vibrating arousal of her firm young body.

Christ, he thought, she really turns on, just like I knew she would. She wants cock all right, she’s fired up for cock, and when a woman gets that way nothing else matters; nothing else at all.

“Baby,” he whispered in his soft voice, taking his mouth from hers briefly, “baby, I want you, I want to fuck you, I need to Fuck you, baby…”

She stiffened momentarily at his use of the obscene word, but he knew that his voice, his finger playing maddeningly with her vaginal opening, would overcome her hesitations… she was too far gone now for anything else to happen.

And then, in a voice that was strange, detached, she breathed out her answer to him; breathed out words which caused Goren’s prick to throb intensely in his pants and dribble excited seminal emissions from its swollen glands, words which were at once distinctly alien and impossibly exciting on her lips and in her ears, words brought about by many things not the least of which was a strange awakening of sexual desire wrought intrinsically by her own husband’s perverted actions of the afternoon.

She said, “Oh yes, Jack darling darling, and I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me fuck me fuck me…”

Barry lay next to Lynn Goren on the large towel, spent, staring up at the late after noon sky paling into the first shadows of evening. Now that the wild, abandoned sexual games had ended-or at least, had ended until the impossibly ardent, insatiable Lynn Goren had recuperated his now-flaccid prick for another round-Barry was thinking once again of Kim. He was thinking of how much he loved her in spite of her sexual shortcomings, in spite of the fact that she was not now and could never be a match for a nymphomaniac like Lynn; and the thoughts brought the first lingering vestiges of shame to his mind, stirrings of guilt which would amplify later, he knew, and consume him with self-loathing and self-disgust at his inability to control his carnal instincts.

God, he thought, how can I ever face Kim again? How can I look her in the eye?

She’ll be able to tell of course, she’ll take one look at me and she’ll know what I’ve done here today… oh Kim, dear sweet unsuspecting Kim, what could have come over me? I love you, I don’t want to hurt you… but I’m no good at lying, and you’ll know that I’ve been making love to another woman, you’ll surely know, and when you do I won’t blame you if you leave me, God knows you’ve got the grounds and the right…

“A penny for your thoughts, lover,” Lynn said beside him, rolling over onto her stomach and looking into his face as she propped herself up on her elbows.

“Sure,” Barry answered bitterly. He didn’t meet her eyes.

“Oh,” Lynn said softly. “You’re thinking about your wife.”

“Yes, I’m thinking about my wife.”

“And you’re feeling guilty about all that we’ve done here today, aren’t you?

Guilty because your dear sweet innocent Kim would be absolutely horrified if she knew. Am I right?”

Barry felt color blotch his cheeks, and he turned his eyes to her angrily; who did this bitch think she was, taunting him about Kim? “What difference does it make to you if I am thinking about her?” he demanded.

Lynn laughed softly. “I don’t like to see a man put a woman up on a pedestal,” she said. “No woman belongs on a pedestal, lover, and when a man finds that out it’s usually a rude awakening.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that I wouldn’t be too terribly surprised, if I were you, to learn that you’re not the only member of your family to engage in a little extracurricular activity.”

The heat flowed through his entire body, and he had to repress a desire to slap her for her comment. His voice was low and menacing as he said, “You goddamned bitch! Just because you’re a fucking nympho, just because you fuck around on Jack, doesn’t mean that alt woman are like you.”

“Doesn’t it?” Lynn asked amusedly. She moved her body provocatively next to him, like a predatory cat just awakening on a summer morning.

“No, goddamn it, it doesn’t!”

“Tell me, lover,” she inquired lazily, “what do you suppose that darling little wife of yours is doing right at this moment?”

“Why… why, she’s home, probably cleaning the house or watching television.”

“I don’t think so,” Lynn told him. “I think she’s with Jack right about now.”

“With Jack? Why would she be with your husband?”

“Why do you suppose, lover?”

“You bitch, are you insinuating…?" “I’m not insinuating anything. I’m simply stating a fact. I know my husband pretty well, and I’d be willing to bet just about anything I own that he’s either got your darling Kim in bed by now, or is pretty damned close to it.”

Barry was sitting up now, his mind whirling disconcertedly. What Lynn was saying was inconceivable. Kim would never… submit to Jack Goren. And Jack would never take advantage of his, Barry’s, absence by trying to seduce Kim.

Would he? No, that was ridiculous, downright absurd! He knew his wife; she was strictly a one-man woman, she would never…

“I know what you’re thinking, lover,” Lynn said. “You’re thinking that either I’m crazy, or there’s something going on that you never ever dreamed of. Well, I’ll tell you this much; I’m not crazy.”

Barry just shook his head numbly, staring at her.

“Tell you what,” Lynn said casually, “why don’t we get dressed and drive back to San Francisco? We’ll take your car. When we get to your house, then we’ll see what we shall see. Okay?" “I don’t believe any of this!” Barry insisted. “My wife wouldn’t…“

“You’re not afraid to drive back to your little love-nest with me, are you?

You’re not afraid that instead of proving me wrong, it will prove me right?”

“No, goddamn it!” Barry exploded. “I’m not afraid of any such thing!”