Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

Damn him, she thought, damn, damn, damn! He's not the only one who can have a good time! If he can do it, so can I! She could hurt him just as much as he could hurt her and if she had to do it, she would, without a second's hesitation. She sipped again on the strong greenish drink; the liquid seemed to wash away her tears, leaving in their place a kind of seething anger that grew by the moment.

She tried not to look, to keep her eyes away from the spectacle her boyfriend and this man's wife were making of themselves, but she couldn't, and when she looked again, to her horrified amazement, he had his hand inside the woman's dress as she lay back, her eyes closed, savoring his lascivious massaging, a rapturous expression on her face.

"The kid seems to know what he's doing," whispered Bill in her ear contemptuously.

"Oh, how could he. I mean, how could they!" she said, clenching her teeth, her voice rising in anger.

"Quiet, they'll hear you," he said in her hair, "and we don't want a scene. Remember, she's my wife."

Jessica knew he was right, as much as she would have liked to scream a few things into Phillip Wright's face and storm out. She gulped down the rest of her cocktail and asked for another, not taking her eyes for a moment off the lovemaking couple only a dozen feet away. Valerie's dress was unbuttoned now, and Phillip had lowered his face to her breasts. Even in the dim light, Jessica could see that his lips were fastened to the redhaired woman's nipple, she squirmed from side to side in the narrow confines of the loveseat.

She hardly dared to breathe. The strong drink had turned her body into a loose bundle of nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes… nor could she believe the feelings that were suddenly stirring in her own flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Was it the absinthe? Or was it the wanton forbidden wickedness of watching the man she loved making love to another woman? She didn't know, but whatever it was, it was steadily growing within her.

Bill Dodge's hands were around her waist, tenderly massaging her around the middle, and she didn't protest as his hands moved upward, slowly at first, until his palms cupped around the firm, lusciously formed mounds of her well-ripened young titties. She could feel the heat of his breath as he nibbled at the side of her neck. Paralyzed, she watched mutely as Phillip's hands searched under Dodge's wife's dress, found their mark as she arched suddenly, a silent scream on her lips, her eyes rolling in her head.

Suddenly Phillip glanced their way; she snapped her head away in time, but her lips were quickly met by Bill's insistent mouth. She let him kiss her; in fact, she kissed him back, hard… he almost hoped Phillip had spotted her, hoped he could see her in the arms of Bill Dodge, watch helplessly as she allowed another man to hold her, to caress her, to fondle her like his own… like he was doing with Valerie Dodge!

Bill's hands snaked over the supple curves of her young perfectly formed model's body, explored the curves and soft female recesses of her trim figure. And she didn't try to stop him. Twice she almost pulled away, almost ran from the room, from this whole building… but she glanced at Phillip and Bill's wife. And that was enough to make her stay, to make her fight. Damn Phillip Wright! I'll show him! I'll show him!

"Looks like they're moving to someplace quieter… with a little more privacy," whispered Bill. Jessica jerked her head around; in her growing passion, she had almost forgotten for a moment about her boyfriend and this man's wife.

Then she saw them moving through the crowd of buzzing people, past a couple or two already embraced on the carpet or on the sofas. He was right! They were going toward the bedrooms!

She turned away from the lurid scene, back to her drink and to Bill. She finished it hurriedly, then another, fighting once again to hold back the stinging tears that filled her eyes.

Later, after he had pressed more drinks than she could count in her hands and she had gratefully downed them, he pulled her to her feet from the couch. "Come on," he whispered quietly. "Let's just see what that young boyfriend of yours is doing to my wife. We might even try to even things up with them."

She followed him blindly, not caring where he was taking her or how long it took to get there.

"They've had long enough. We'll probably catch 'em right in the middle of it," Bill Dodge said. Jessica had lost count of the passion-inciting absinthe cocktails and she followed him wearily, like a lost child, toward the bedroom where Valerie and Phillip had disappeared a half-hour or so ago.

They reached the end of the corridor. "In here," he said, holding a finger to his lips. "And be quiet. They're in the same room."

He opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through without letting in too much light, though there was scarcely more light in the hallway than in the darkened bedroom. The room was large, even for Bill Dodge's apartment. It would have made an enormous dining room in any lesser man's apartment, here it was only the master bedroom.

She expected him to take her hand and lead her through the darkness, but instead, his arms pulled her to him and his lips came wetly into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting her body melt into his in the darkness. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the wicked excitement of another man's kiss long and hard and she could suddenly feel a slight jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was getting hard and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as the tips were smashed hard against his chest.

"Christ, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.

Just the words strangely excited her as never before; but not a fearful excitement, it was one she welcomed. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his penis, feeling more wicked than she ever had before. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her thighs and danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her touch.

"Take off your dress," he whispered hoarsely, unable to stand it any longer. He guided her backwards to a chair that she could barely make out in the dimness of a tiny night-light from the bathroom. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and she could distinguish the forms of the furniture easier now.

Jessica's hands trembled as she reached behind her and slid the zipper silently down from her neck to the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back across the chair. She gasped unintentionally as the cool air rushed over her nipples; she hadn't worn a bra with the modish outfit, and she shivered now as the coolness teased the sensitive buds of her pink, already slightly pulsating nipples. She had her panties only remaining, not even stockings, as the dress was so long they weren't needed. Her almost-nakedness sent chills through her flesh, exciting her as she had never been excited before. The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion with another man with Phillip in the same room only added to the forbidden joy. She would never have believed it possible for her to do this, never in a million years. But here she was, nearly stripped, in a near-stranger's bedroom… and about to be fucked. Phillip Wright, you've got nobody to blame but yourself, she told herself, tempted to cry out in the darkness and let him try to figure it out. She could hear Bill Dodge struggling to get rid of his clothing and she smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Yes, she felt suddenly a different person, changed, changed drastically. And she was sure she'd like the new Jessica Richards far better than the old!

He reached for her in the darkness, his hands coming into contact with the nakedness of her shoulder first, the coolness of his hands causing her to jump.