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CHAPTER EIGHT

"Are you sure it's all right?" Doug asked.

Jessi laughed, tossing her long red hair. "That's the tenth time you've asked me that question. Did you know that? At least ten times." She sighed with mock exasperation, her big firm tits straining at the material of her pink sweater. "Yes, darlin', it's perfectly all right. What do you think I am, crazy? Surely I couldn't be getting you in dutch without doing the same for myself."

It made sense. "No, I guess not." Doug tapped his fingernail against the side of his glass.

"You just take it easy and relax, honey." She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "Want me to freshen your drink?"

"No… thanks." Unconsciously, Doug began to pull at his sideburns, twisting and twirling the short dark hairs around his fingers. "You see, it's just that…"

The doorbell rang.

Doug's mouth dropped open and his face paled. "Oh shit."

"Darlin'…" Jessi cast a stern green eye at him, positively perplexed by his inability to trust her word. A last gulp of her gin and tonic, and she put the glass on the floor next to the sofa. "Don't you think I know my own husband?" she asked.

Doug drained his Scotch. The ice cube rattled coldly against his teeth. "I sure hope you do," he muttered into the glass, feeling very fatalistic suddenly. "Oh, well…"

"You going to walk me to the door?" she asked.

"No, that's all right. I'll wait here. I'll let you tell him… about this, afternoon."

Jessi shook her head and smiled. "Darlin', one of these days you're going to learn to trust me."

The doorbell buzzed again.

"I hope so." He tried to smile, but it came out a grin.

Watching her firm, full ass disappearing through the living room arch, headed toward the door, Doug felt as if he were shrinking into his chair. A wave of pure anxiety swept him, and he mentally kicked himself, wondering if he were a fool. What was he doing there?

With his ears attentive to every sound, he could hear Jessi open the front door, greeting her husband Walt. He couldn't make out their words, but he could hear them talking. They seemed to talk for a very long time. Doug began to sweat under his armpits. The roof of his mouth got very dry, and there was a metallic taste on his tongue. Incredibly, he got a thick, pounding hard-on, throbbing through his pants, even after the exhausting morning and afternoon he'd spent with Jessi. He squeezed it unconsciously, then realized what he was doing, and went back to wishing the damned thing would go away.

By the time he realized they had stopped talking, it was too late to panic. In a kind of numb detachment, he glanced up at the living room arch, just in time to see Jessi and her husband walking toward him.

Walt Holbrook was tall and slender, with a delicate, almost sensitive face. Thin-lipped, with large, round brown eyes, with long brown lashes, his narrow, high-cheeked face was topped with sandy-colored brown hair, which he wore cut short. Handsome, but almost in a feminine way, he wore a dark blue sweater with an open vee neck, and a pair of faded, tight-fitting jeans.

Instinctively, Doug stood to greet him, thankful his hard-on had shriveled back down to nothing. He found himself breathing a small sigh of relief, thankful that Walt looked as he did, and not as he imagined him. The thing he felt best of all about was Walt's face. He was smiling.

"How ya in there buddy," he said, his hand extended toward Doug in greeting. His voice was kind of twangy and thin. "Pleased to meet ya."

Doug shook hands with Walt, feeling more than a little weird about what was happening. Surprisingly, Walt's grip was strong, with his long, powerful fingers digging into his hand. They shook hands vigorously, as if it were more than just a greeting, as if it were some sort of ritual.

"How do you do. I'm Doug Barstow."

"Yeah, I know. Jessi already told me."

Doug couldn't think of an answer. "I see."

Walt released his hand finally, waving his arms about, gesturing both to Doug and his wife at the same time.

"What we doing standing up here?" he asked. "Why don't we all sit down and take a load off our feet. Get me a beer, will ya, Jes? That's a good lady. And bring another for my good buddy, Doug. I see his glass is empty. Say, what ya drinking, buddy?"

"Scotch."

"Scotch! Hear that, babe?"

"Yup, I hear ya," Jessi called out from the kitchen.

"She's a good woman," Walt confided. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, with his legs spread wide apart, leaning forward, elbows resting on his bony knees. He grinned boyishly at Doug, and slapped him playfully on the knee. "As well you know, ya son-of-a-gun ya!"

Again, Doug didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, sitting back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other in an attempt at seeming relaxed. He wished Jessi would hurry with his drink. Not only did he need the Scotch, holding the glass would give him something to do with his hands. He could clink the ice, or stare into his drink and study its color. Anything!

"Smoke?" Walt asked, tugging a pack of unfiltered king-sized cigarettes from the front pocket of his jeans. He held them out to Doug.

"No, thanks."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Walt said, lighting the cigarette, then letting it dangle from his lips, "Jessi was telling me something about you thinking I might be upset – you know, about what happened here today between you two. Well, don't worry about it. Jessi told me all about it, and believe me I don't mind."

Doug breathed another small sigh of relief. He tried to feel hopeful.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, truthfully.

"Oh, yeah, sure, buddy," Walt assured him, nodding his head vigorously, exhaling a huge white plume of thick, swirling smoke. "It's happened before. Plenty of times before. Jessi's a very passionate lady. She certainly needs a lot of loving."

Doug could agree to that, but he still didn't feel confident enough to voice his opinion. Instead, he smiled pleasantly, and nodded his head knowingly.

"Who's talking about me?" Jessi asked, carrying a tray with their drinks. She began distributing them. "I heard my name being mentioned when I walked in here. Is anybody going to tell me what about?"

"I was just telling Doug that you're a very passionate lady," Walt said, popping the top of his beer. He drank from the can. "I was telling him, too, that you certainly do need lots of loving."

"I'll drink to that," Jessi said, sitting on the sofa next to her husband. She put the tray down on the side of the sofa, leaning against it, but it slipped and clattered to the floor. Jessi laughed as if honestly amused; and then she took a deep sip from her third gin and tonic. She gulped it down. "… Certainly is a lot of truth in what you say, darlin'."

Doug swallowed some Scotch, grateful for the burning sensation spreading across his chest. For a moment or two it took his attention away from the wholly bizarre conversation in which he found himself.

"Oh, and Jes told me you did good and right by her," Walt said, exhaling another thick flume of smoke. He swallowed some more beer, touching the back of his hand to his lips before he spoke again. "And I especially want to thank you for that. I certainly do appreciate it."

Numbly, Doug nodded his head. "Thank you."

"So do I!" Jessi said, exploding into a fit of giggles. "Appreciate it, I mean. Oh, darlin', did I appreciate it!"

This time Doug smiled, feeling the Scotch. "It was my pleasure," he quipped.

"Only I don't think he believed me when I asked him to stay and meet you," Jessi said, pouting. Her lips turned down sourly into a thoughtful frown, and did not turn up into a smile until after she had another sip from her drink. "He didn't trust me."

"Oh, I believed you," Doug lied. "I was just a little nervous. I'm always nervous when I have to meet people for the first time."

"I think he thought you were going to beat him up or something," Jessi said, taking another sip. More than half the contents was gone. "You told him, didn't you, darlin', that everything was all right?"

"Sure, babe. First thing, right off." He grinned knowingly at Doug, cocking his head toward Jessi. "Hell, it turns me on when other men dick her. Why should I get mad? The only thing I wish is that I would have been here when ya did it. I would of love to watch you fucking her."

The tension of excitement gripped at Doug's stomach, and he could feel his cock lengthening against his thigh. A strange kind of reality had settled upon the three of them, making Doug feel drunker than his two Scotches could have made him. The strangeness was not in him: it was in Walt and Jessi Holbrook. They really were into a wide open sexual lifestyle, and were much less inhibited about it than he could ever be. While he felt intimidated by the strangeness of the situation in which he found himself, he envied them their freedom. At least they knew how to enjoy what it was, they were. Doug only wished he could say the same for himself.

"I don't think he believes you," Jessi said. "I guess he doesn't understand people like us."

Walt seemed very concerned, and intent on convincing Doug of his sincerity. "Oh, no, buddy, I really do mean it. Jes and I live a totally open marriage. We're deeply into swinging and orgies and everything. We do things like this all the time. All the time."

"I believe you," Doug said, nodding.

"Like sometimes I just pick up guys – strangers – and bring them home to fuck Jes. Or sometimes I bring home guys from where I work. I like watching Jes getting it."

"I invited him to stay for dinner," Jessi said, a grin on her face, and a wicked glint in her eyes: "He's on vacation, staying in a hotel downtown."

"Oh," Walt said, thinking. It took him a while before he caught on to what his wife was trying to make happen. The idea turned him on very much. "How long you on vacation for?"

"Two weeks."

"Got any plans? Anything definite?"

Doug drained his Scotch. What was this now, he wondered. He shook his head. "No."

"How'd ya like to stay here for the rest of your vacation?" Walt asked.

"What?"

"How'd ya like to live with us for the next two weeks? Between the two of us, we'd surely give Jes a real working out. And with all our friends, you'd get yourself enough pussy to stick your dick into to wind up with blisters on it."

Doug was stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am!" Walt looked perplexed.

"See!" Jessi injected. "I told you he was like that."

"But…" He searched for the right words. "You don't even know who I am."

"I know you've got a good cock, and my Jessi wants it. That's all I really have to know." He slapped his knee. "Say, how'd you like to go to an orgy one night?"

Doug's head was spinning. Too many incredible suggestions were hitting him before he had a chance to digest their content. It was as if some mysterious force had unexpectedly lifted him out of his normal life, and had suddenly dropped him in the middle of a pornographic film. What was happening to him just didn't happen to people. The whole thing was a fantasy, a wet dream. Any moment now he was going to wake up in bed, cock in hand. He felt like he wanted to scream.

"An orgy?" he asked, feeling numb.

"Yeah. We're always having orgies or going to them. If you came and lived with us, you could come with us whenever we went to one." He leaned forward aggressively, his eyes glistening almost feverishly. "What ya say?"

Doug shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Let's show him we mean it!" Jessi urged, squirming on the sofa, her knees swaying in and out nervously. "We'll show him we're not kidding."

Walt thought for a moment. "Ya mean now?"

"Why not?"

"What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait, darlin'," Jessi said, her face flushed hotly. For the first time Doug noticed how stiff and thick her nipples were under her tightly fitting pink sweater. "I don't think I can wait."

"Whatever you say, babe."

Doug listened very carefully to their back and forth conversation, missing the precise meaning, but understanding enough of what they were talking about to be stunned by the idea. Inside his pants, his cock ached it was so stiff. He wanted to come again.

"Why don't you come over here and join us on the sofa," Walt suggested. He patted the sofa cushion next to him, looking at his wife. "You can sit between us, Jes."

Doug's mouth opened and closed. "You want me to come over there?"

Walt grinned. "My lady's feeling in the mood again. What are we gonna do, disappoint her?"

"You mean – the both of us?"

Walt shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Watching in disbelief, Doug saw Jessi sliding across the sofa until she was sitting next to her husband. She was grinding her legs tightly together, the hem of her skirt inching up on her thighs. Staring at Doug, licking her tongue around her lips, she placed her hand on Walt's crotch, running her fingers up and down his cock.

"Why don't you come and sit over here next to me, darlin'?" Jessi asked. She ran her right hand up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. Without him actually being able to see her, he knew sloe was masturbating. She grinned and drew her hand out, her fingertips wet. "I've got two hands, you know."

Doug stood up, walking stiffly across the room, his hard-on clearly outlined through his pants. He felt very light-headed and giddy, as if what was happening was not real. He sat down next to Jessi, watching her as she unzipped the fly of her husband's jeans. She pulled out his cock, a long, slender, uncircumcised shaft, wrapping her fingers around it, jerking him off. Then she turned to him and smiled.

"I think you're gonna like this," she said.

Her hand reached out, and Doug felt her fingers curling around his shaft. She pinched into it eagerly, pulling down his zipper and thrusting her hand into his fly. An instant later his cock was out, and Jessi was masturbating him as well.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, her head leaning back against the rear cushion of the sofa, her long red hair splayed out. "Two men at once! God, I'm so hot! I'm touching two cocks at the same time!"

Doug was beginning to get pretty turned on himself, especially when he watched Walt pull up his wife's sweater, exposing her breasts. While Jessi's hand stroked up and down his cock, Walt bent over and began sucking his wife's tits. Doug humped his cock up through Jessi's pulling fingers.

"Don't wait for an invitation, buddy," Walt said, looking up from his work for a second. "Just dig right in and help yourself."

Doug slid his hand under Jessi's skirt until he was touching her cunt. She was wearing panties, but he pulled them out of the way, exposing her hairy bush. He cupped her mound in his hand, masturbating her clit, and then pushed his fingers down further between her cuntal flap, until he was fucking her with them.

"Oh – fantastic!" Jessi cried, eyes closed. She just sat there like a sponge, soaking up pleasure coming to her from so many separate directions. "Oh… oh… I love it… I love it!"

She bent over and sucked her husband's cock, lips sliding down to the base of the slender shaft, then back up to the tip. Up and down her mouth moved, making a wet, slurping sound. She snapped her head up, the cock popping from her her lips. Turning around the other way, her mouth still warm from Walt's dick, she began to suck Doug's cock. He thrust two more fingers into her cunt.

"Believe me now?" Jessi asked, winking at him.

Doug moaned when he felt her lips closing over his prick again. "I'm beginning to," he grunted. He had three fingers shoved in her pussy, and she was squirting her wetness all over his hand. "I'm beginning to."

"Shhh…" Jessi cautioned. "He's still sleeping."

"Are you sure that…"

"Cybill!" Jessi said, warning her friend. She shook her head and tried to look very cross, but she was too aroused for that. "You're gonna wake him up, darlin', if you don't be quiet. Want to ruin everything?"

Cybill shook her head, accepting the criticism without protest. A small, slender woman, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion, she was also incredibly promiscuous, so she would do nothing to jeopardize a good thing. She ran her sweaty hands up from her slender hips until she was cupping her small, firm breasts through the loose-fitting material of her house dress. Except for her panties and slippers, the house dress was the only other thing she had on.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she asked, her voice suitably hushed. She stepped into Jessi's apartment, closing the door behind her. She hadn't even bothered to put on her make-up, so urgent and insistent had her friend's call been. Still, Jessi had shown her plenty of good times, and had turned more than one dull morning or afternoon, into an orgy of loose, frequently wild sex play with their many male and female guests. When Jessi called and said come on over, that was exactly what she did. Cybill was no fool. "I mean, I don't want to get started with him – you know, get all hot and bothered, and then find out he's upset."

Jessi shook her head and sighed. Didn't anybody trust her anymore? She said, "Have I ever steered you wrong, darlin'? Believe me, Doug is gonna love what we're going to do to him. He's a very passionate, horny man."

"And he's got a big cock?" Cybill's dark eyes glittered with anticipation. "How big?"

"More than big enough to do the job."

"Christ!" Cybill shuddered, rubbing her cunt through the folds of her house dress. She was already wet, and could feel the swollen lump of her clit all stiff and hard between her cunt lips. "Can we get started? I'm really turned on. Very much."

Jessi nodded, as eager as her younger, married friend. Although they looked nothing like each other, and their personalities were as different as two ends of a magnet, they shared something so basic it almost made them inseparable: they both lived solely for sex, and would do anything, with anyone, if they knew it would get them off. Jessi only wished that Paul, Cybill's gorgeous young husband, was similarly inclined, but he was as square and naive as any man who ever got married. He knew absolutely nothing at all about his horny wife's extra-marital sex life. He didn't even know that Cybill was a nymphomaniac.

"Okay, let's go," Jessi said. Her legs were shaking.

"Where is he?"

"In the small bedroom."

"Can I see him first?" Cybill asked, pulling up the hem of her house dress. She was wearing a pair of lacy white panties, through which her hairy pussy was visible. She thrust her fingers down into her panties and began to masturbate. "You know – just to get an idea of what he looks like."

"Okay. Come on."

Cautioning her again to be perfectly silent, Jessi led her friend to the door of the small guest bedroom. She listened at the door, put her finger to her lips, and opened the door as quietly as possible. Across the room, not very far from the open door, was the bed. Doug was sound asleep, on his back, with the covers bunched around his waist. His broad, hairy chest was bare, rising and falling slowly, and he had a hard-on in, his sleep.

"Oh – God!" Cybill hissed, jamming a finger deeply into her cunt. "He is big!"

Jessi grinned possessively. "I told you."

"Does he always sleep naked?"

"Always."

"Jesus, I want to fuck."

"Shhhh…" Jessi reclosed the door. Grinning, her cunt oozing wetness, she asked: "Well, what do you think of him?"

"Oh, God, I'm so shook up. I want to suck his cock. I want him to fuck me. Oh, God. Let's go in now. Right now. Okay?"

"Okay. Let's get undressed."

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Cybill was pulling off her house dress. In another blink of an eye she was stepping out of her panties! Her hips were slender and boyish, and the hair on her pussy was sparse and dark. Jessi could see her fingering herself.

"I'm ready," she said. "Are you sure he's good?"

Jessi smiled, remembering the past few days. She unbuttoned her bathrobe and pulled it off. Under it she was naked, and Cybill moaned and licked her lips when she saw that.

"Oh, he's very good," Jessi said, carefully folding her robe. She draped it over the back of a chair. "God, you should have seen what he did to me last night. What they both did to me."

Cybill stepped over to her friend, running her fingers up and down over Jessi's firm, large tits. "Both?" she asked, pinching Jessi's nipples as she masturbated herself. "The both of who?"

"Doug and Walt." Jessi fondled Cybill back, idly stroking her small, firm tits. "God, what a night."

"What happened?"

"They both fucked me – at the same time. Doug fucked my pussy, and Walt did it to me up the ass."

"Oh – God!" Cybill began to suck on Jessi's long hard nipples. "Both of them at the same time?"

"It was wonderful."

Cybill kissed Jessi hard on the mouth, licking her tongue around the redheaded woman's lips. She ran her hands all over Jessi's naked flesh, over her tits, between her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass. She grabbed Jessi by the ass then, and rubbed her naked pussy against Jessi's cunt.

"I can't wait anymore. I want to come."

Jessi opened the bedroom door. "Go ahead. You do it until he wakes up. Then I'll tell him."

Cybill strode directly to the bed, flipping back the bedcovers with a nervous impatience. Doug was naked, one leg drawn up, his hard-on gone, the long pink shaft of his limp dick resting against his hairy, muscular thigh. Cybill threw herself onto the bed, picking up Doug's cock in her hand. Without a word, she lowered her face to his crotch, and began to suck the sleeping man's prick.

What a surprise Doug's going to have when he wakes up, Jessi thought, masturbating as she watched her friend sucking Doug awake. Two horny housewives at the same time. I think I'll sit on his face.

On the bed, Doug stirred, then awoke. Disoriented and confused, he stared down at Cybill, a woman he'd never seen in his life, the woman sucking his cock.

"Good morning," Jessi announced cheerily, fingering her redheaded snatch. "I'd like to introduce you to my friend. Her name is Cybill."