Brad Roberts: Jenny_s favorite color

The tempo of the action on the screen had increased, and both Ian and Jenny watched it avidly as they began to pick up the pace of their own lovemaking. They worked at each other wildly, trying to stretch it out as long as they could despite their mutual hunger. Their bodies were covered with perspiration, and the living room walls echoed their moans of delight and ragged, labored breathing.

Finally Ian couldn't hold himself back any longer. He threw his head back as his thick organ quivered and spat forth the first spurt of molten, stringy semen. His animal-like groan of gratification coupled with the feel of his seed pistoning against the sensitive flesh so deep in her body sent Jenny soaring over the top, and her body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.

Ian spent himself inside her; then he dropped down onto her quivering body, and both of them turned their attention back to the screen, reveling in their completion and the action unfolding before them.

Don let the curtain drop back into place after he watched the black prostitute climb into the cab in front of their apartment block. He looked across at Janice; and as their eyes met, she smiled.

"That was wild. Once a month isn't often enough any more."

Don nodded slowly as he took the glass from her outstretched hand and dropped down onto the couch beside her.

"Yeah, I know. But we're taking enough of a risk as it is. The neighbors must be starting to wonder a little; once a month, like clockwork we have a Negress houseguest for the weekend, a different one each time…"

Janice shrugged after taking a sip from her glass. "To hell with them."

Don looked across at her and frowned. "Seriously, though, I've been thinking about it. I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little tired of using a professional. Not that I mind the money; hell, it's worth every penny. It's just that it would be nice to slip into an ass that wasn't so well-reamed I can hardly get my kicks."

Janice nodded her agreement.

"I know what you mean. I'm never sure if she's turned on by making it with me, or if she's just putting on a show."

Don took a good pull at his drink and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Do you think we should give the advertising idea a try? I know we decided it was too risky, but maybe we could figure out some way to be sure the broad is okay before we set up anything definite."

Janice hesitated for a second. They had discussed this many times during the past few months and always discarded it because of the risk of scandal or blackmail; yet she too was fed up with using prostitutes for getting their kicks.

"Maybe if we could set up the first session at a motel somewhere on the outskirts of the city, arrive by cab, and only use first names…"

Jenny flipped on the light and leaned back against the edge of the couch as Ian flicked off the projector and began threading it for rewinding. She let out a soft sigh of contentment.

"God, that was fabulous."

Ian grinned. "Couldn't have been better."

Jenny smiled. "Unless, of course, the film had been the real thing."

Ian turned to face her as he flicked the rewind switch.

"How do you mean?"

Jenny opened her eyes and lit up a cigarette before answering him.

"Well, I'd kind of like to have two guys making it with me, like on the film. The broad looked like she was in heaven when she was getting it from two of them at once."

Ian nodded his agreement as he slipped the film off and returned it to its canister.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've kind of wondered how it would be to have a guy reaming me while I was putting it to a broad, or vice versa. A group session would really be wild."

Jenny stretched so she could reach the ashtray on the table beside her.

"Do you think Don and Janice would go for a group deal?"

A puzzled look came over Ian's handsome features.

"It never crossed my mind. Why do you ask?"

Jenny shrugged.

"No reason in particular. It's just that it's common knowledge that they have a wonky sex life. Janice was a full-fledged lesbian when Don married her; and from the time that I've been around her, I have a feeling she hasn't changed much. Maybe they'd be willing to get together with us for a swapping session."

Ian dropped down onto the couch above her and grinned.

"I've never given it much thought. Don's a strange bastard, and so is Janice for that matter."

"I've never heard him talk about their sex life, but like you say they were a weird team from the start. I could drop a couple of hints and see if he's interested. We've got a promotional deal set up for Thursday afternoon; the district manager's giving us a spiel on the company's new overall coverage policy."

Thursday was the one day of the week that Ben got home later than usual. He liked to spend a couple of hours interviewing those who took advantage of his offer of free legal assistance to sort out those who really needed him, and he had designated Thursday night for this purpose.

Sue had never complained about this fact, but tonight she was impatient for him to arrive. He found her pacing back and forth when he got home. He noticed her uneasiness the second he entered the apartment, and he flashed her a smile.

"What's eating you? You look like a caged lion."

Sue returned his smile and crossed over to him, accepting his kiss; then she handed him a copy of the local underground rag. Ben set his attach case down and turned his eyes to the paper as Sue moved across to hang up his coat.

"In the classified; I circled it."

Ben moved his gaze to the circled ad and read it; then he looked up at her.

"I thought we agreed not to try this; it's too risky."

She nodded slowly.

"I know, but the more I read it, the more I thought it might be worth a try. Notice how this couple stresses discretion, no last names, the use of newspaper box numbers…"

Ben read it again, then shook his head slowly.

"Sounds like they're just as afraid of what might happen as we are. But they're only looking for a Negress; what makes you think they'll go for a couple?"

Sue shrugged.

"It's worth a try. We could write them and outline what we're looking for. It says they want a bisexual colored girl. We agreed that we both wanted to try everything; maybe they'll go for us as a couple."

Ben read it again more slowly.

"I don't know, honey…"

Sue had already been mulling it over in her mind for a good four hours, and she was already convinced to give it a spin.

"It can't hurt to write them a letter."

Ben nodded slowly, his features betraying his uncertainty.

"No… I guess not…"

Don was sitting in the living room sipping a Scotch when Janice arrived with her normal Thursday night armload of parcels. He flashed her a grin as she set them down and peeled off her coat; then he got up and crossed over to the small bar to fix her a drink.

He handed it to her as she walked across the room, and she smiled.

"Thanks, I could use it; the traffic is hell these days. How'd the meeting go?"

Don grinned broadly.

"Great! You remember Ian and Jenny Westover? We met them at a couple of the company deals."

Janice nodded and lit a cigarette as she set her drink down and joined him on the couch.

"Yes, especially Jenny… beautifully built redhead."

Don nodded.

"That's the one. Well, you're not going to believe this, but they have a yen to try a little wife-swapping, and Ian sounded me out on it this afternoon."

A flicker of interest flashed through Janice's face.

"Do they know what we like?"