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Chapter 6

"Good boy," Anne said with the air of an understanding mother, "you ate all your lunch."

John just grunted. He was lying back on the bed browsing through a copy of How You Like It-For Adults Only. Anne had just entered the room but he deliberately didn't look up.

"And how was your day?"

"Just fine, John, just fine. No one asked a thing. It's awful in a way to think you can vanish, and it'll be days before anyone really begins to miss you."

"Joannah would be missing me right now… "

"If she were around, maybe… but then she's away all weekend at that conference."

"Well, someone at the college is going to wonder where I am."

"I don't think so, John," Anne replied calmly. "You see, when we chalked ‘last class of the term cancelled' on the board, the few kids who did show up were delighted to find you weren't coming in. Nothing personal, of course, but it did give those who've still got exams a couple of extra hours to study."

"Or sit around the coffee shop, more likely."

"Maybe so. The point is that no one initiated a full-scale manhunt for a kidnapped professor."

John knew she was right. He'd made no social engagements for the weekend since he had planned to use the time to catch up with some book reviews he'd promised to write for the Modern Literature Quarterly. The first person who might possibly wonder where he'd got to would me.Joannah when she returned on Monday afternoon. And, even then, she might assume he was up at the college; at least, until six o'clock or so. His colleagues would probably figure he'd gone down to the seminar with his wife. No, nobody would be asking questions. He certainly wouldn't be missed for the weekend.

Silke came in, picked up the lunch-tray, and took it back upstairs.

"You're not too uncomfortable, are you?" Anne asked him. John had moved closer and was now lightly rattling the chain. The extra-long training leash allowed him to get inside the adjoining bathroom and half-close the door. When the girls had been away that afternoon John had explored the full range of his limited freedom. He could step quite close to the mirror-window, not close enough to rap on it, but neat enough to get a full view of the room beyond. Of course, he couldn't get over to the door; the lead had pulled tight when he'd tried that. John dropped the magazine on the floor by the bed. "Given that I'm chained up like a prize mutt, I'm surprisingly comfortable."

He sat up and Anne moved back as if to evade a lunge. John laughed. "I wasn't going to try anything. Yet."

Anne perched on the chair by the dresser which was to one side of the glass viewing panel. She was well out of his reach. "And I wasn't going to afford you the opportunity," she countered.

"That was quite a show you put on last night. I thanked Silke when she brought in my breakfast this morning. And now I must congratulate you on such a titillating display."

Anne shrugged: "That was just a warm-up exercise." An impish grin played at the corners of her mouth with the thought of the floorshow they'd planned to stage this evening. As if to cover up, Anne added, "Wait until tomorrow night. We're planning a little end-of-term get-together that you might find quite instructive."

"I was a student once myself, you know," John replied as nonchalantly as he could. "We weren't saints even back in those far-off days."

"Bringing back a few memories then, are we? "In a manner of speaking."

"Well, if it loosens you up, it's all to the good."

Anne cocked her head to one side and looked at the page on which the magazine had fallen open when John had discarded it. A black girl, dressed in a froth of pink lingerie and matching spiked heels, was spreading the lips of her cunt in teasing challenge to a white man who lay tied and spread-eagled on a four-poster bed.

"Ever do that with your wife?" she asked him directly.

John glanced down at the photo and laughed.

"No… never," he replied, then added, "unfortunately."

"You fancy being tied up then?"

"Well, I'm getting used to it," he said, giving the leash a playful tug. "I haven't got much choice, have I?"

"Does she ever dress up like that?" Anne asked, still looking sideways at the picture.

"Well, if she does, it's not when I'm around."

"Maybe right now she's all done up in high heels and garter belt, standing in front of some old psych prof and bending over to suck his cock."

"Somehow I doubt that," said John. "You know, in a way, it wouldn't be so bad if she was. Who knows, then she might be a bit more imaginative at home."

"You're making her sound awfully dull."

"I guess I am," John admitted. "It's not that she isn't attractive. Actually she's got a pretty good body for a woman over thirty. I expect it's all that tennis in the summer. But she never bothers to package it as prettily as that."

"You should tell her to go shopping at Eve's Garden."

"Where's that?"

"It's a shop in the Westdale Mall, you know, over by Campbellville. It's a very interesting shop."

"With a name like that I guess it would be interesting."

"Very," Silke joined in, as she came back into the bedroom. "We picked up a few things there ourselves."

"And will I be allowed to see them?" John could scarcely disguise his quickening interest.

"You will, John, you will," promised Anne. "All in good time."

"I see you've been enjoying the light reading we left for you," commented Silke, pointing at the magazine lying on the carpet.

"Unfortunately his wife never parades herself in such finery," Anne passed on the information to Silke.

"How often do you have sex, John?" Silke asked him directly.

John shrugged. "Oh, maybe a couple of times a week."

"That doesn't seem an awful lot for a healthy chap like you."

"I don't know. Perhaps I've lived on a restricted diet for so long I'm used to it now."

"What about the students, John… haven't you ever wanted to get inside their hot little pants? I bet we could have a lot of fun in your office if we had a practical discussion of Lady Chatterley's Lover."

"You could bring a daisy chain and hang it round my prick," John said dreamily. He suddenly realized he'd just talked about his prick without the slightest pang of self-consciousness. I must be warming to the game, he thought. This was far more interesting than typing out those boring book reviews. "Of course I fancy some of the students but there'd be all hell to pay if a teacher was caught touching up one of his young charges."

"Did you ever fancy us?" Anne asked.

"What, you two…?" the question had caught him off guard. "As a matter of fact the thought did cross my mind."

Silke crossed in front of him and lightly squeezed his cock through the front of his shorts and then turned for the bedroom door. Over her shoulder, she tossed: "And now look at the situation. Closer than ever before and yet so very far away."

John's cock had stirred in response to Silke's quick fondle.

"Do you get a hard-on just Thinking about your wife?" Anne enquired.

"Sometimes." Here. John paused; the whole situation was so bizarre, so intimate, that he no longer had any qualms about discussing the most personal details of his love-life with Joannah. Why shouldn't he be as open as Anne and Silke? he thought, little realizing that that was the very first lesson. "Not too often, I must confess. After a few years it all becomes so familiar. The initial excitement's no longer there."

"Well, you'll just have to work at it," advised Anne.

Silke had dragged the beanbag in from the lounge, puffed up the stuffing, and was now sprawled in it with her legs spread apart. She picked up the theme from Anne. "Sure. Why not buy her some nice little lacy G-string for her to parade in… show her that she can still produce an erection. That's important, you know."

"I'd love to, but I doubt if she'd wear it." He laughed at the image. "In the first place she'd probably think and developed some weird middle-aged kink. And in the second place she'd probably be too embarrassed to put it on for me."

"You'll never know if you don't try."

"I think I know her pretty well. She seems to enjoy sex well enough in the most ordinary textbook way, but she has a limited imagination, which isn't helped by her middle-class inhibitions that were ingrained in her long before we ever met."

"Hark who's talking about other people's inhibitions… the very person who wrote all those comments on our term papers."

"They could hardly be used as evidence for your own uninhibited sense of sexual pleasures," Anne rubbed it in. Abruptly she changed the subject. "Does she suck your cock?

"Sure… sometimes. Well, when she has her period I can coax her into going down on me. I don't think she really enjoys it. I always get the feeling I'm forcing her into it."

"You enjoy it well enough, though?"

"Do I ever!" he grinned. His cock was now bulging in the front of his pants. "Being sucked is different and occasionally even better than pussy. Any guy will tell you that if he's honest. What do your boyfriends say?"

Anne declined his gambit to switch the interrogation around and continued: "When she sucks you off, does she let you come in her mouth?"

First he pursed his lips, then shook his bead. "No, she'll never do that. Oh, yes, there was one lime when I came just as she'd taken me in… she spat it out all over the sheet. Not very romantic. It took me about three months of gentle coaxing to get her to go down on me again. Even then I had to promise I'd warn her before I shot off."

Silke shook her head sadly. "She'd get to like it with practice."

"I doubt that somehow."

"Sure she would-what she has to understand is what it means. O.K., so at first it has an odd taste, slightly salty, even bitter, but it sweetens if you have the right attitude."

"How's that?" asked John.

"Well, it's the man's offering to her. It's the ultimate physical expression of his admiration for her," Silke said quite seriously. "She should accept it with gratitude. To drink from his cock is the most intimate expression of her admiration for him."

"You put that very well," commented John. "It's an act both can share with mutual satisfaction."

"Precisely."

For a few moments all three of them sat in silence. It was Anne who broke the spell: "Tell us, John, if you could discuss it with your wife-or, I know, suppose you could order her somehow and she'd have to obey-what would you like to do?"

John thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. I guess there'd be several things."

He pulled a pillow over and propped it behind his back.

"I guess I'd like it more often for a start. I probably do all that jogging to work off my unconscious frustrations."

"Don't evade the question, John. How would you like it to be different?"

"Well, I'd like her to take the initiative sometimes. Maybe I'd come home after a late meeting and find her dressed up in some tantalizing outfit like that."

He indicated the picture in the magazine. John looked up at the ceiling, then shut his eyes.

"I'd like her to try and rape me sometimes. I mean tear off my clothes and not let me go till I'd filled up her cunt with my own hot sperm."

"Sounds like fun," said Anne. John looked at her.

"I'd like to wake up on a Sunday morning to find her sucking on my cock. I'd love her to do a striptease dance like you two did last night. Rubbing her pussy and offering it to me while, at the same time, challenging me to see how long I could keep my hands off her. Yes, I'd really like that. I wish she reveled in her own sexuality and wasn't afraid to parade it for my pleasure. Does that sound odd?"

"Not at all," said Silke. "I'm going to put some music on."

She stacked three albums on the automatic turntable and when she returned she picked up the magazine.

"Would that turn her on?"

"I wish it would. Maybe she'd copy some of their ideas."

"Have you ever photographed her… with one of those instant cameras?"

"No," John shook his head. "I don't think I'd even dare suggest it. I'd love to photograph her in all the most wide-open poses and build up a private album."

"I can see you would," said Anne, pointing to where his cock strained madly against his cotton shorts.

"Would you like to watch her rub her own open pussy in front of you?"

"You mean masturbate for me?"

"Sure."

"I guess that would be pretty exciting, though I don't know how long I could hold myself off."

"Well, why don't we time you?" Silke said innocently as she leaned back on the bean bag. Her skirt rode up round her thighs and she slipped a finger under the elastic edge of her panties. She began stroking her slit.

Anne stepped across to her, bent down, and quickly tugged Silke's briefs down her legs.

"That's more comfortable," she said. John now had a clear view of the blonde tangle of pubic hair and dark slash of her cunt. Silke reached down with both hands and spread the lips of it wide open. There was a fork in the frilled inner folds and Silke wetted the tip of her finger in her mouth then began a circular stroking motion right there at the junction of flesh.

Anne stood in the center of the room again swaying to the music. The jeans she was wearing had a lace-up front. She tugged the knot undone, then with a stripper's timing she began to pull out the cord. Soon it was wide open and the front of her denim pants hung down in two flaps. Anne wasn't wearing anything underneath. The dark mop of her pussy hair was framed in the vee of her open jeans.

A new song came on and now she gripped the sides of her T-shirt and began to work it up over her fits. There was a sharp intake of breath as John gasped before the beautiful sight of Anne's ample breasts. They hung heavy but firm and swayed with the rhythm of Anne's swiveling hips. She tugged the T-shirt over her head and held it at arm's length before tossing it into John's face. He brushed it aside, determined not to miss a moment of Anne's stripping routine. Silke too was staring at her friend with frank admiration as she continued playing with the little button of her clit. John restrained himself from calling out and pleading her to take it all off. He could feel the same excitement the two girls shared. Anne wasn't going to disappoint him.

She turned to face the window into the lounge as she snaked the jeans down over her hips. Anne kicked them off onto the thick green carpet. Still she swung to the music on slightly bent knees. She placed her hands on the front of her thighs and with agonizing slowness she pushed them down her long legs; eventually she was doubled over forward clutching her ankles. This time there were no panties to restrict John's view of her darkly fleeced cunt. He caught her upside-down smile between her legs, and without unlocking their gaze he stripped his shorts off. His cock jutted out bursting for attention.

"A token of my admiration," he said.

"Eat your heart out," Anne replied not cruelly, but with the resolve that showed she would teach him a lesson he'd never forget.

Anne uncoiled herself and crossed over to where Silke was lying back on the beanbag. She walked around to the head end and again turned away from them. She straddled the end of the bag and began to lower herself slowly toward Silke's upturned face. Very gently she brought her hips down until Silke could reach up comfortably with her tongue to probe the sensitive inner tissues of Anne's quim.

"Hey, John, do you like to suck cunt?" she called out over her shoulder.

"I'd love to be eating yours right now."

Silke made a protesting grunt as she lapped at Anne's open pussy. She continued to frig herself off at the same time. John's engorged cock twitched with almost painful desire.

"Ahh," cried out Anne, then suddenly stood upright. "That felt so good."

Silke just lay there with a little dribble of Anne's juices running down her chin.

"Get out of those things and turn over," Anne ordered.

Site shucked off the rest of her clothes and obediently stretched out face down over the beanbag. At the same time Anne produced the heavy dildo from the top drawer of the dressing table.

"Now that's what I call an erection," she exclaimed, as she brandished it for John's inspection.

"How would you like to see your wife get fucked?"

"I… I don't know… I've never thought about it."

"Well, think about it now," Anne instructed him, as she strapped on the dildo in front of him.

"Would you like to see her being sucked off by another woman?"

"Yeah… I guess that would be pretty exciting," he said, "provided I could be there to join in."

Anne ignored his veiled request. She scooped out some jell from the jar and began rubbing it over the large plastic dick which jutted from the root of her belly. "It must be nice to have a great long thing like this to play with."

She moved behind Silke and brought the head of the mechanical dong against the already-moist lips of her partner's cunt. Silke's ass jutted in the air as she pushed back on the make-believe cock. Anne reached out and steadied her friend's movements. Silke's hungry cunt had swallowed two-thirds of the battering ram. She moaned in pleasure, almost tinged with pain.

"Come on," whispered Anne hoarsely. "You're a big girl now; take it all in. We must show the nice man what you can do."

John stared in disbelief. He hardly dared blink.

With a final thrust of her pelvis, Anne pushed the whole length of the dildo through Silke's distended pussy lips. She worked her hips back and forth and her magnificent prick slid in and out of the straining hole. As she pulled back its inner folds, Silke's cunt clung tenaciously to the oiled surface of the dildo as if reluctant to release it even for a moment. John seethed with envy for Anne's mastery of Silke's body.

"Again, again," Silke cried out "I'm coming… I'm coming… I'm coming!"

The third rhythmic repetition dissolved into a moan of pure sensual pleasure. It was several moments before Anne looked up at John. "That's what I'd call a good fucking, wouldn't you?"

John nodded mutely. His tongue was dry and leathery in his mouth. Maybe now.

"That works up quite an appetite," Anne said as she withdrew the dildo and unstrapped it. Silke still lay there with her eyes closed. Anne slapped her playfully across her bare ass. "Have you passed out on us?"

Site shook her head. "That was fantastic."

"I'd have to agree with that," said John, hoping against hope that now one of the girls would have pity on him.

Anne gathered up the clothes that had been strewn around the room.

"Come on, Silke. Let's see what we can rustle up for supper."

She walked through the door without even a backward glance. Silke climbed a trifle unsteadily to her feet. John looked at her imploringly. Silke shrugged, blew him a kiss, and followed Anne out of the room.