"The reluctant neighbor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jenkins Peter)

CHAPTER FIVE

She dressed carefully for the party. She had luxuriated in a bath for over an hour, had shaved her legs carefully and under her arms, and had creamed her face and made it up very carefully. She decided at the last minute not to wear a girdle, giggling to herself as she made the decision, even though her black, clinging dress did look better with one. She made herself one small martini just to steady her nerves and sat, listening to the stereo, and drank it and inhaled deeply of her cigarette. She was looking forward eagerly to the party, if not to the dinner. She needed courage, she felt, to face her neighbor's wife after all that had happened and his candid admission that she knew all about it.

At seven thirty-five she presented herself at the door of Peter's house. Much to her surprise he answered the door, took her hand and tenderly led her inside. "Our guest has arrived, Vivian, and she is the picture of loveliness," he called over his shoulder, then bent and kissed her hard on the month. Marily drew back as though he had slapped her. She saw Vivian standing in the doorway, her arms extended. "You're quite right, Peter, she is lovely. Come in, dear, come in. What have you been doing all day besides making yourself lovely for us Peter get her a drink quickly and let's go in here I'm taking her away from you Peter if you're not going to join us in the kitchen and sit here, Marily, you are beautiful." She ran down or stopped of her own accord and her eyes took in the whole of Marily, her stately figure, her large firm breasts and her flat stomach and her long, slim legs. She shook her head and turned and went to the stove.

Peter came through the door, smiling, and winked at her, put a martini in her hand, then sat down beside her. He put his arm behind her back and then over her arm and pulled her to him. Marily was sure he was crazy. He kissed her right there, in front of his wife who had her back turned to them but who could and did turn around in time to see him kiss her.

"What… what on earth…?" she stammered, trying to meet the eyes of Vivian. She felt as though she could crawl through a one inch hole in the floor if there happened to be one.

"Peter, don't be naughty and embarrass her and muss up her clothes and we haven't even had one drink yet to say nothing of dinner don't mind him, Marily, he's always the same but you should have worn coveralls if you didn't want him pawing at you all evening he's that way you horny old man you let's all go into the other room until the dinner is ready."

Vivian led the way, taking them through the dining room, where Peter grasped Marily's buttock provocatively in his hand, in to the living room and they all sat. Peter put on a record and Vivian was still completing a sentence that had started fifty thoughts ago when she somehow announced dinner. They went into the dining room, Marily almost physically ill from the talk and the drink and the tenseness from being close to Peter in his own house with his wife there. She asked where the daughter was.

"She's at my mother's I had to take her there after school and then rush around to the store and buy all the food for dinner frozen though it was it wasn't bad and get home and prepare everything for the party and now if you'll excuse me I have to go change clothes and Peter be nice." Vivian was half-way up the stairs by the time they heard the last of her voice, but she started talking again before she disappeared through a door at the top of the stairs.

Peter smiled at Marily, made a gesture that indicated how hopeless it was to listen to Vivian or to try to answer her. He enveloped Marily in his arms, drew her body to his and kissed her tenderly. Marily stood as he took her, arms hanging down the side of her body, stiff, her mind in circles and images of Vivian catching the two of them, there, in her own house with her husband kissing her. She drew away.

"What's the matter, darling?" Peter asked in all innocence.

"Peter, you must be crazy, doing that here with your wife upstairs." Marily said nervously. "What if she should see you… us, like that?" She put a cigarette in her mouth and Peter leaned forward to light it for her.

"Dear girl, she doesn't care. I thought that I had explained…" he began, but his words were chopped off by the ringing of the door bell. He went to the door, Marily straightened her skirt, ran a hand through her hair and sat very straight on her chair. Marily looked up as they entered and saw one of the most striking couples she had ever in her life seen. The woman was tall, almost six feet Marily would have guessed, every part of her body was well proportioned, her hair was raven black, her eyes green and her complexion as white and unblemished as a baby's skin. Her husband was her opposite, blond, taller than his wife, blue eyed, broad shouldered and handsome. He spoke not to Marily directly, but around her, saying to Peter but looking at her, "What a lovely woman, Peter. I know not how you do it." He spoke with an accent, not a heavy one, and Marily noticed immediately that he was an educated European, of what origin she had no idea.

She turned her attention from him, momentarily, and saw Peter in a passionate embrace with the beautiful woman. She gasped, anger rising in her. Peter released the woman, removed his hands from her buttocks, and introduced them to Marily: "Darling, this is Hans and Anna Shiller. And this is our neighbor, Marily." He smiled, looking down at Marily, but she couldn't meet his eyes.

Hans dropped into the chair next to her and asked her about herself, then wanted to know if her husband were there, or would he be there later on. "No," Marily had answered, then had started to explain that he was out of town for the week-end and would not return until Tuesday. She was interrupted by the arrival of guests, all couples, and the introductions that followed. Everyone seemed to know each other, intimately. They all kissed, ran their hands over buttocks and pulled another person to them, against them, both the men and the women. Marily tried to accept their actions in her own mind, tried not to see anything wrong with the friendliness they apparently felt for each other. She reminded herself that she and Fred had not been hitting the social circuit for a long while, since their marriage, and that maybe, in the short span of two years, things were changing. Hans interrupted her thoughts.

"I am glad to find you the extra women. It is wonderful. You are as lovely as Peter said you were." He looked levelly into her eyes, sending goose bumps over her bare arms and back. She started to answer him, but he continued, "Peter and I, we shall be together tonight. We will not permit hurt to you. You shall see." He smiled, then stood and walked away from her.

Marily was introduced to one medical doctor and his wife; another lawyer and his wife, a couple of business men and their wives, people in all walks of life, the professional ones, the smart and well-dressed and intelligent and moneyed people. She began to relax, feeling that she was getting a firm foot inside the society of her neighborhood, that Fred would be proud of her and delighted with the party when she told him about it. She had had her glass refilled several times and began to feel a little light headed by the time Vivian descended the stairs, her voice floating above the crowd in the room, in a steady stream, all the way to the bottom of the stairwell. There, she began to kiss on the lips, every man and woman in the room. Marily was simply shocked. She finished her fifth drink and watched the hostess. It suddenly occurring to her that Vivian had a good five years on Peter. That thought sent her in search of another drink as through her alcoholic haze she could hear the older woman's voice resounding monotonously through the room.

"All names are in the hat if everyone is here by now and looking around I'm sure they are but we are going to stick to our normal policy and the host is Peter and he's to be with the new member and all of you know how Hans and Peter are inseparable and," she continued, not bothered at all by the jovial laugh and comments from the rest of the guests, "So they will see to that end of the affair if the rest of us will just draw and the numbers are of course as we discussed last meeting so the ten evens will be with the ten odds and the twenty evens with the twenty odds and those with the decimal will of course be more than two, especially for Ben who insisted on two women…"

Marily heard only part of what she said, having returned from the kitchen with a full glass and she didn't even listen to the part. She couldn't believe that a woman or a man for that matter, could ever talk as much and say so little as Vivian did. She looked for Peter and saw him coming toward her and smiled her bravest smile.

Peter dropped onto the arm of her chair, put his hand over her shoulder, then bent and kissed her on the mouth. Marily was shocked, or surprised, but the bluntness of her mind snapping was lessened by the alcohol. Peter spoke to her, softly, saying "Let's find Hans and go over to your house."

"Hans?" She questioned.

"Yes. Come on," he said forcefully as though she had no choice and pulled her up from her seat, put his arm around her waist, and they set off through the kitchen. There Hans was engaged with a woman not his wife, a beautiful blonde, his arm around her, talking in his continental way. Peter laughed and said, "Grab a bottle and come along." He then guided Marily through the door, across the patio, and to her own yard.

"Peter," she pleaded, holding back so that he was almost dragging her, "What is this? Why did you ask Hans to come? I don't understand."

"I'll explain it to you, Marily. Don't you trust me? Don't you like Hans? He's wild. We work well together, don't we?" He spoke to Hans who had joined them and was walking on the opposite side of Marily.

"Well… I… I don't know, Peter," she started, but he closed her mouth with his own, caught both of her soft breasts of white flesh in his hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard, rubbed himself against her, put his tongue in her mouth and bit her lips. He released her and they continued on into the house.

She stopped just inside, her mind a turmoil of jumbled thoughts, mixed with her own desires that almost were overpowering her, and looked at the cupboard where the glasses were kept. Hans followed her gaze with his own, said, "Permit me," and opened the cupboard and set three glasses on the counter, then filled them to the brim with liquor. He raised his glass, after putting one in each of their hands, "To a good time by all," he smiled. Marily drank, the fiery liquid burning her throat and tried to smile.

When she looked around to smile at Peter he was no longer there. The thought occurred to her that he had probably stepped into the bathroom. She was surprised to find herself in Hans' arms, his mouth pressed to hers. She tried to move away, but he held her firmly, and kissed her deliciously, causing her body to tingle and taunt her. She felt his hands glide familiarly down her back, so she pushed him angrily away, then leaned back against the counter and put her hand to her forehead. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, how she could be making love to one man – or at least letting him kiss her – while another that she had cheated with, had been unfaithful to her husband with, was alone with them in her own house. She shook her head to clear it, felt familiar arms encircling her. She lifted her face, tears streaming down it, to Peter.

Peter took her gently in his arms, put her head on his shoulder, rubbed his hand over her back, and talked to her, "It'll be all right, Marily, it will. You'll see. I didn't mean to frighten you, you're beautiful, such lovely hair and eyes and figure. Come," he told her, moving her toward the bedroom. Marily realized with a jolt that Peter was nude. He hadn't been in the bathroom, then, but in the bedroom undressing! She started to resist, to complain, then decided not to, to let herself be taken by him, to be loved and wanted. She stopped short just inside the bedroom door and her eyes widened in surprise.

The furniture had been arranged as Peter had placed it the last time he was there except that Fred's bed had been pulled next to hers. And, the shock of shocks, Hans was sitting on the now double bed, naked, drinking and smiling at her. She couldn't believe it. Nor could she resist looking at him, the hugeness of him, the beauty of his face, his slightly crooked smile and his lock of blond hair hanging over his forehead.

She felt dizzy, almost faint, from the liquor she had consumed, the craziness of the party that had been unlike any party she had even attended. The whole thing seemed like a weird but pleasant nightmare to her.

Peter took her solidly in his arms again, unzipped her dress down the back, put his hand inside the dress and over her softness, then down to her soft white buttocks, and pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. She couldn't resist. Her body slumped against his; she felt the fullness of his sex against her. She moaned softly when he squeezed her buttocks. Peter slipped her dress off her shoulders, his mouth on hers all the time, his tongue probing deep within her. He moved her arms from around his neck and moved her slip straps over her shoulders, letting that slide to the floor on top of her dress. Then he unsnapped her bra, then kissed her breasts as he slowly removed it.

Marily had forgotten about Hans. She glanced at the bed, saw him sitting there as she had first seen him. She gave a start and tried to cover her breasts with her arm. Peter would have none of that. He took her arm and gently moved it from her breasts, then said with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Look at this, Hans. Beautiful, aren't they?"

Hans ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes sparkled and he replied, "They are that, Marily," giving a musical tone to her name. She noticed his rampant hardness being stroked lovingly between his own fingers and suddenly felt like a helpless maiden being offered up for sacrifice to these two virile naked men. And then, before she could react, before any thought could be formed in her mind, Peter had rid her of her panties and her shoes. She stood stark naked before the two nude men. Peter gently laid her on the bed, between himself and Hans, and turned sideways and put his mouth over hers.

Marily couldn't believe that such a thing was happening to her. She tried to be rational, tried to get her thoughts sorted out to figure out just what kind of compromise she had let herself in for. It was impossible. She felt hopelessly entrapped by her feelings for Peter, and he was there and he was kissing her and she was enjoying it. She didn't think at all about Hans, had forgotten that he was there, in bed with her and Peter, until she suddenly felt a strange set of lips on her breasts. She jumped, and Hans withdrew his mouth from her, then she was encouraged by Peter, murmuring into her ear, "Marily, trust me. Please," then moving his mouth back to hers. Again she felt the warm wetness of Hans' mouth on her breasts, the heat and strength of Peter's tongue in her own mouth, and groaned out her helplessness to resist their magic torment, or tried to. She put one hand on Peter's head, on the back of it, and rubbed. She could feel her breasts responding to the expert kissing by Hans. Feeling rushed there, she could tell that her nipples were beginning to harden, and her other hand went to the back of his head. Fire suddenly shot through her, from her mouth to her breasts to her loins and she pressed her thighs tightly together to try and quench the rising feeling of desire there between her legs.

Hans began to kiss her stomach, then above her soft pubic hair and strange hands were opening her legs, gently but firmly. She felt as though she were going to burn up, that from the inside the fires of her could consume the totality of her. She groaned when Peter squeezed her breasts, then withdrew his mouth from hers and kissed them, those two surging, perfectly shaped, pink topped breasts.

Hans spread her legs, gently, kissing her body softly and using his tongue and teeth to excite the deeper nerves, and then moved his mouth to the slight hair-lined lips of her vagina, felt with his tongue the soft flanges of her vagina. She groaned lasciviously under him, wriggled her hips slightly. He took his thumbs and pressed her vagina apart so the secret cavern opened and the soft inner flesh came into view. It was pink and soft and secreted moisture, glistening and wet, appeared on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He breathed into her and she groaned again, twisting her head from side to side on the softness of her husband's pillow.

He moved his mouth forward, his tongue feeling a passage for the rest of him, around her cuntal lips, into her softness, then pushed his face against the wetness of her vaginal slit. He felt her move to him, toward his face, and his tongue pushed into her open, waiting cunt. He felt weak from the pleasure her surrender gave him; the freshness of her, the pleasing female odor of her cunt. He breathed her up into his nostrils, plunging his tongue deep into her and she moaned and moved her naked loins more forcefully toward him. He moved his tongue within her, nipping at the tender flanges of flesh with his teeth between the thrusting in and out of his tongue, and soon he heard a soft moan building within her, then she violently flung herself upward, and screamed, "Ooooh, ooooh," and ground her buttocks into the mattress and he probed deeper and deeper into her.

He stopped his probing, withdrew his lashing tongue and found the throbbing, hard clitoris and licked. Marily was going wild with pleasure under him, moving her hips in ever more violent motions, pushing her tongue into Peter's mouth and her breasts upwards to his face when he was alternately kissing and squeezing her there. She could never stop or turn aside the passion in her body at that moment. She squirmed and twisted and turned and threw herself at their hot, hungry searching mouths and tongues. She felt the dam within her building for the break that was certain to come, and quickly. She wanted it to, tried to help it by her movements. She was thwarted, however. Peter and Hans changed places, slipping and sliding along her body, one on each side, and the newness of Hans' lips on her was the next sensation she had, then the hands of Peter on her vagina, a gentle probing with his fingers, then his teeth along her inner thigh, and she quivered with pleasure and gratitude and anticipation.

She liked Hans, liked the feel of his tongue in her mouth, the soft caressing of her breasts from his hands. She ran her own hands over the hard, taut muscles of his back, then to the back of his head and pulled him into her, took his tongue fully into her mouth, and sucked it, slowly, then more violently. She could feel her body lathering with sweat, straining as it was to answer the urgent needs of the two mean laboring over her naked body.

Peter moved her unresisting legs apart and placed himself between them. He ran his hand over the full length of his prick, hardened like steel now, and rubbed the head of it with his thumb. It secreted a small amount of sticky seminal fluid showing the depth of his own lust and desire. Then, he took his hands away and it stood straight out from his body, rigid, throbbing so hard that he thought he could see the rate of his own heart beat by looking at it. He put his hands under Marily, taking into them the soft whiteness of her desire-quivering buttocks and pulled her loins apart, slightly, then moved forward so that he was ready to enter her. He dipped his body at the hips and placed the head of his pulsating cock on the lips of the wet, pink, vaginal opening. He pressed the soft, resilient crevice of her buttocks further apart with his hand and worked his finger into her anus, the soft spongy and rubbery tissue there opening slowly to his tender probing.

He lifted the whole of her hips toward him, then eased his cock into the warm pink flesh of her vagina, then rested, feeling her move against him slightly, then back off. He squeezed and massaged her wide-spread thighs and moved gently into her, the walls of her cunt sucking him on and on deeper and deeper into her. He gradually moved his body forward so that he was penetrating her almost completely, almost all the way, and the clasping, wet warmth there drove him almost crazy, cozily wrapped around his hard pulsating cock. He did not push the head all the way in, all the way to its deeply hidden nest, but stopped short of that and rested, then again massaged the writhing woman's thighs.

Marily, her mouth open wide in passion, felt every one of Peter's manipulations. His nibbling at her thighs had sent cold shivers of pleasure up her body, only to be replaced by hot desire. She grasped to her what she could of Hans, kept his tongue in her mouth and worked it, sucking and biting and kissing, and moved her breasts, which seemed to her to be seeking a solace all by themselves, toward him until he increased his massaging and squeezing of them. Her hands tore at his back, at the muscles and the hollows of it, as far down as she could reach.

She felt every nerve twitching, springing to life, all of them building a fire within her that she was sure could never be extinguished, no matter what was used to suffocate it. Then she felt the cheeks of her buttocks again being gently pulled apart by the strong hands of Peter and she wanted to push onto him, have him spear her without thought of pain to her, to fill her hungry, throbbing pussy with the total strength of him. She didn't however; he had done alright by her in her two previous experiences with him and she didn't want to spoil anything by her own inexperienced greed. She felt the rubbery head of his prick in her soft, yielding cunt and moaned, trying desperately to hold herself back and not to raise herself and take all of him into her, but to let him lead the way.

When she felt his large shaft wedging her apart, sliding into her fully, she could have died from the pleasure it gave her. She could not help herself, she moved up on him, drawing him into herself, she was angry that he did not grind into her, but had stopped and stayed an infinitesimal distance away from filling her completely. Then she felt his practiced hands on her, rubbing and squeezing and massaging and then again on the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them apart and the finger that cautiously probed her anus and then entered, sending welcome pain to her. She bit Hans' lips, pushed her tongue into his mouth, then accepted his into her throat and hung on for dear life as she suddenly trembled from head to foot.

Peter knew that she was ready, that she wanted the whole of his lust-hardened cock in her, deep and that she wanted him to grind away, pounding into her, rocking her with his sexual power. But, he deliberately took it easy, even though it hurt him to do so, and moved in and out of her, never hitting all the way to the top of her cervix until she started responding to him, slithering her cunt up over his prick, trying with the walls and muscles of her vagina to swallow the whole of it, to take it deep within her churning belly. He was on his knees, cupping her rounded buttocks in his hands, pulling her to him and away from him as he wished. And suddenly he could no longer take it and with a deep throated grunt, rammed into her all the way, until his balls smacked tight down against her exposed anus. He held for a moment, hearing her groan helplessly up into Hans' mouth.

Hans took his mouth from Marily's, moved his body on the bed so that he was straddling her chest, sitting atop her firm, heaving breasts. He could feel through her body the entrance of Peter, feel her heave when Peter plunged his big cock all the way into her. He put his hand behind her head and lifted it slightly, took his own long rigid cock in his other hand and guided it so that the head of it pressed against her lipstick covered lips. In spite of lust ridden desire, Marily tried to turn her head away, but he would have none of that. He opened her lips with his finger, and slowly guided the pulsating head of his prick toward her now open mouth.

Marily couldn't believe that Hans, a perfect stranger, would want her to do a thing like that and she tried to escape the mammoth hardness that he wanted her to suck. But, she couldn't. Then she remembered the warm, forbidden pleasure Peter's had given her and she relented, felt him open her lips with his finger, then the spongy head of his cock slipped into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, rubbing with a slight stickiness on top of her tongue. She moved forward slightly when Peter rammed hard into her and then without warning her mouth was filled almost to the bursting point with Hans' hard rod of pulsating flesh. She closed her eyes and sucked, and tried not to gag, moving with abandoned desperation her hips against the wonderful fiery hardness within her and enjoyed the swiftly cruising pleasure that it gave her.

Peter began to fuck faster and faster in and out of her cunt, grinding at the top of her with every inward thrust. He could feel the warmness of her clutching at his hardened prick, sucking it into her, filling her whole slit. He buffeted in and out and ground and dug his hands into her, pulling her toward him, then away from him. He watched the hard, round tube of solid flesh coming out of her cunt, then sliding back in, glistening and wet and throbbing.

Hans pressed his cock further and further into her mouth, enjoying the pleasure it gave him to know that it was almost too much for her, the added pleasure he felt in his balls, the tingling there that demanded that he thrust into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until he was in up to the very root of his prick and he did so, slowly, feeling her buffeted upwards by Peter's hungry thrusts into her cunt. He leaned over and watched the hardness of him slipping into her red mouth, saw her lipstick covered lips creeping over the flesh of his hard cock, and gradually leaned and pushed all the way into her. She tried to move her head so that he would have to withdraw it, but he was too fast for her. He held onto her head firmly and pushed down until he felt his balls on her chin; he looked and was amazed at the smoothness of her complexion compared with the wrinkled skin of his sack. Then he began to plunge in and out of her, matching the rhythm that Peter had established plunging into her cunt. He was overjoyed when he felt her hands grab his waist and pull him into her. This, he knew, was the ultimate surrender and there was no turning back for the distraught housewife now.

Marily knew that she was going to cum. The two of them together using her body like a whore were just more than she could stand. She had not liked the huge prick of Hans in her mouth at first because it made it difficult for her to breathe; then that had changed, her excitement growing and getting away from her with every delicious thrust into her cunt from Peter down between wide-flung thighs. She had accepted the whole of Hans' prick, deep within her mouth, down her throat and was near to panic when he would not let her escape it. Then, without warning, she began to enjoy that as much as she did the feeling of Peter inside her. She felt the thrusting into her cunt and into her mouth and wondered dazedly if she were being torn apart by the two of them. Then the ecstasy of it all, the mounting sensations deep within her, began to explode and she sucked hungrily at Hans' hardened cock and clutched with the walls of her cunt at Peter.

She knew that Peter was getting ready to explode, that she was, but she had never expected Hans to erupt with his hot, burning semen into her throat, but he did. She felt her inner dam breaking and moved against Peter with a force that he was helpless to control, bothered as he was by his own mounting need to come, and then she was suddenly aware of an increased growing and throbbing of Hans' brick-hard prick in her mouth. She clutched and clawed and would have screamed out with pleasure if she could have when she felt herself going, losing control, her sensations suddenly bunching themselves deep in her womb and gathering to split apart. Peter plunged into her faster and faster and Hans tore at her throat and suddenly it was there. Her legs flailed out in the air, her nails bit into Hans' hips and she came, she broke, the whole of her orgasm flowing out with wild, abandoned force against Peter, who was hard inside her. He pushed into her forcefully and came, spewing his hot wetness over hers, filling her womb with thick, milk-white fluid, then Hans burst in her mouth, scalding her throat with his hot, pungent semen, then pushed on into her and ground down hard against her lips, hurting them, because in his passion and force of orgasm they were pressed back against her nibbling teeth.

The three of them came together, the men greedily clutched at her, roughly grabbed her to them with their hands and bore into her, then slowly released her and all of them parted at the same time, Hans falling to one side of her, Peter leaning backwards and his deflated cock popping wetly out of her, then moving his body alongside hers. She felt like a queen, the two most handsome men she had even known resting with her, having exhausted themselves and her with lovemaking. She stroked their heads softly with her hands.

"You are a most wonderful woman, Marily," Hans said, his hand flat on her still heaving stomach. "Truly you are."

"The most wonderful," Peter said, raising up and kissing her mouth. "We love you, beautiful." He went back to his former position and moved his hand appreciatively over the whole length of her smooth, soft body.

Marily could say nothing. She felt like crying with happiness. She didn't know how she had lived so long (only twenty-four years) without knowing what the real unrestricted joys of sex could be. She felt so lucky to be there, to have them, both of them, that she wanted to cry.

Hans disturbed her mood. He excused himself, got off the bed and left the room. She smiled at the leanness of his buttocks as he disappeared through the door. Then he returned a moment later, his sex swinging in front of him, with three glasses of drinks. He put them on the bedside table, then moved his arm under her head and lifted it slightly, then helped her drink from one of the glasses. She smiled her thanks to him. He put the glass in her hand, then handed Peter one and took one for himself. Then he toasted her, each part of her, then they all drank to everything each of them had experienced in the few short minutes of their orgiastic three-way coupling.

The three of them lay, satiated, drinking the burning liquor, enjoying the nearness of each other, the fulfillment that each of them felt. Marily finished her drink, then her hand gripped the glass. She had not thought about Fred all evening and now he suddenly crowded in on her thoughts, filling her with shame.

"Oh, God," she cried, "What have I done?" Both of the men immediately began to soothe her, to try and give her comfort. "Don't worry about Fred, Marily, he's in Chicago. He won't be back until Tuesday. You know that."

"It isn't a matter of when he'll be back," she sobbed, "I'll never be able to face him no matter when he comes back."

"Marily," Hans spoke, giving that strange musical sound to her name, "We will all help Fred adjust. You shall see. My wife is now with someone else. Of that I am sure. I do not mind. Your Fred will not mind once he is included. You will see."

"You don't know my Fred, Hans. He will mind. He… he doesn't like sex like you… we do. He would never let himself be included." She was crying again just thinking about Fred's strict moral code and what he would think of her if he saw her now, laying in bed naked with a nude man on each side of her, drinking liquor. She shuddered.

"Marily, please," Peter said, kissing her on the mouth through her tears, "Trust me. I told you that we will see that Fred comes to appreciate you and all of us. You'll see. We'll manage it. Just trust me." He pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her and loved her tenderly, kissing away the salty tears. "We've already got a plan worked out for Fred. He'll be a changed man by next weekend at Hans' house. That's where we're having the next party."

Marily couldn't believe – even though she wanted to trust Peter – that Fred would ever go to a sex party, would ever join the neighborhood club as apparently she had done. She was wondering what the plan might be to entrap him, when Peter kissed her hungrily, probing his tongue deep into her, searching her mouth for excitement. She forgot about Fred and responded, surprised that the fires were already, so soon, building within her again.

Peter kissed her long and hotly, then guided her hand down to his soft, deflated penis. Even resting, soft, it seemed to her bigger than Fred's. But, she had never put her hand on his sex, he never having invited her to. She rolled it about her closed hand, pressing into the side of it with her fingers, then moved her hand to his testicles. She was surprised at the feel of the soft sac of flesh. She had never before felt so free to know a man, to run her hand over him, to find out for herself what he was made of. Just the idea that she was doing that made her want to cry out for joy. She felt Hans adjusting himself between her legs. He lowered himself on top of her, the full length of his body, and kissed her breasts. He moved her legs together so that his prick lay on top of them softly and stroked her thighs with his hands.

Marily felt wonderful. She kissed and sucked at Peter's lips and tongue and moved her legs so that she could feel Hans' prick against each leg. She continued to massage and handle Peter's cock, which was fast beginning to lengthen and harden. And, she loved the feel of Hans' mouth on her breasts. She massaged the back of his neck, his head, and moved her hand over his blond, silken hair.

She enjoyed the slow and kind nature of their manipulations until both of them were rock hard again. Peter was kissing her more violently and Hans was biting and squeezing her soft white breasts. As if by signal both of them stopped, Hans moved her legs and placed himself between them, moved them further apart and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and used his finger to slowly spread the lips of her cunt apart.

He took one hand and put it on his extremely long, white rod of flesh and ran his thumb over the head of it. Marily couldn't believe that he was so big, that she could be expected to take all of that huge tool inside her little soft pussy, but a part of her mind told her that she could, that he wasn't any larger there than Peter was, that she wanted him to, to ram into her wih all his might and push it all the way up inside her. She moaned in an almost tortured anticipation.

Hans lifted her legs, put the head of his hard prick to the lips of her vagina and eased himself in, the passage warm and soft and wet. Marily groaned and took all of him into, seemingly, the very depths of her being, and enjoyed the feel of him there. He stayed inside her, not moving, not plunging in and out, and kissed her breasts. Then he took her in his arms and rolled over, bringing her on top of him as he did so.

Suddenly Peter was behind her, kissing her back, massaging the curved mounds of her soft, resilient buttocks and pushing her up and down onto Hans. Then, spreading the smooth white mounds he used his finger to tease and then enter her anus. She gasped with pain when his finger slipped inside her, then moved back onto it, enjoying the strange, forbidden thrill that it gave her.

She could feel the head of his cock probing the soft, rubbery tissue of the tight resisting hole, but she had no idea whether or not he wanted to or would be able to enter her there. Then, he did, gradually, causing her pain that she had never felt the equal of, just the head of his prick, then he reached around her and took her breasts in his hands and squeezed and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. She began to relax, somewhat, the feeling of Hans inside her, her lips bent to his, her tongue in his mouth, getting massaged and sucked by him. She could feel herself coming ablaze deep inside and started her motions up and down on Hans' large impaling prick faster and faster.

Suddenly, Peter grunted behind her and thrust his hard cock all the way into the soft rubbery walls of her rectum, pulling savagely on her tits to prevent her from moving away from him. She felt indescribable pain. It rocked her from her middle to her head and down her legs into her toes. All movement stopped. She sat still, getting used to the pain of the two of them, then Peter leaned his stomach against her back, kissed her neck and said, "You'll like this after a while. I'm going to move in and out a bit and you tell me if it hurts too much." He moved a bit more into her, then slowly pulled out, then pushed his prick back into her rectum, then repeated the same thing again, kissing and nibbling at her neck at the same time. And suddenly, for some indescribable reason, it felt right to her, moving it at the same time into her soft slit, then Peter behind her moving in perfect harmony with Hans, so that the heads of their cocks seem to meet and press together with only a thin tissue of her soft, pink flesh separating the two of them. She rocked up and down and was pulled up and down by both Peter and Hans. She could feel the hardness sluice into her stomach from behind and the hardness glide through the softness of her cunt and her joy was fantastic and beyond all imagination.

She thought she could sense the swelling of both their hardnesses, the large heads of their cocks seeming to expand inside her and she felt her own need burning again, deep within her and she speared herself onto Hans, and at the same time onto Peter and ground the two of them deep within her. She glued her mouth to Hans' mouth, his tongue filled hers, and Peter tightened his grip on her soft breasts.

She rose up and down and was pulled up and down until she felt her insides exploding, the hotness spreading over the head of Hans' still plunging cock, and she worked harder, emitting a moan that propelled both of them into greater bucking and plunging into her and suddenly it was there, all of it emptied once again from within her, causing an animal cry to escape her lust-tortured throat. She went limp between them, and seconds later they both spewed into her, Hans' hot sperm filling the upmost cavern of her throbbing vagina and Peter shooting into her bowels, hotly, then clawing at her and grinding and pushing and plowing and then falling weakly against her, emitting a small, helpless, deep-throated groan.

They rested, Hans under her and Peter still lodged deep in her sperm-filled rectum, then she felt the softening of them, then the slow withdrawal of Peter, then she moved slowly off Hans and felt him slip wetly out of her. She moved off him, lay alongside him on the bed, her breathing deep and calm. She couldn't remember when she had felt so satisfied, so spent.

The three of them lay quietly for what seemed like a long time, then Peter announced that he would get drinks. He hopped off the bed, went through the door, and disappeared. Marily turned her head, looked at Hans and said, "Are you sure your wife doesn't mind that you are here? I think that if I were your wife, I would mind. I really do."

Hans smiled, then turned sideways and put his arm across her. "You will not mind when your husband is with another woman. You will see. We will use my beautiful wife to seduce your husband into pleasure. I do not mind that. No." He kissed her gently on the mouth.

It was too much for Marily to fathom. She could visualize Fred's reaction if he should discover her there, with Peter and Hans. He'd never recover from the shock. Nor, she told herself, would she. She gently moved Hans' arm and got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Suddenly she felt like a shower, wanted and needed one. She automatically started to undress, then giggled remembering that she was nude and had been for sometime, then stepped into the shower. She lathered her whole body, touched her breasts gingerly, smoothed her hands over them, then rinsed off the soap and stepped out from under the steaming water. Marily dried herself carefully, powdered her body and used some risque perfume that she had not dared to use before, then draped a towel around her, over her breasts and around her curvaceous buttocks, then re-entered the bedroom. Hans and Peter sat on the bed, sipping their drinks. They both looked up, whistled, and patted the bed for her to sit down. She walked toward them, then stopped just at the edge of the bed. Peter reached out, yanked the towel with his hand, and laughingly tossed it to Hans.

Hans took the towel, said, standing and bowing, "If I may be permitted?"

Marily nodded her approval and Hans slipped into the bathroom. She laughed and Peter grabbed her and pulled her to him on the bed, propped her against him, and put a glass in her hand.

"We'll go back over to the house very soon. I might like to freshen up a little if Hans doesn't drown himself in there." He kissed her. "My but you are clean and fresh," He said, biting into her soft flesh.

"And you're vulgar and dirty," she laughed, kissing his mouth.

"Peter," she asked seriously, "How can I face Vivian again? I would hate any woman who came into my house and took my husband away, especially if he were you. And don't laugh at me, please. I'm serious. I just don't think that I can face her."

"You innocent lamb," Peter said, moving his hand up and down her arm. "Vivian started this 'neighborhood club' herself. Don't worry about her. She likes you. She really does. And, she likes Fred, too. Just don't worry about it."

"May I ask you something, Peter?" Marily inquired, hesitantly.

"Shoot," he told her.

"Well… is Vivian older than you? I know that's a kind of bitchy question, but I'm serious."

"Yes, she is. Seven years older. Why?" He seemed puzzled.

"No reason. I thought so tonight, seeing the two of you together for the first time and I thought that it just might be the witch in me thinking such things about her just because she's your wife and I was afraid to ask you but…" Marily hurried on, fearing that she was hurting his feelings.

Peter stopped her with a kiss. "I love her, Marily. Very much. She worked hard and put me through law school and she is a perfect wife. Sure, she talks all the time and I don't know half the time what's she said or even what's she saying, but that doesn't bother me. She's very tolerant and she returns my love and she respects me. So." He pushed himself up and indicated that he was going into the bathroom.

Hans pushed through the door, no towel wrapped around him, and tossed the towel to Peter. "Get Marily a drink, you German bum," Peter joked, then closed the door to the bathroom quickly. Hans shrugged his shoulders, then went to the kitchen for drinks. He returned shortly and handed a full glass to Marily. They sat, quietly, looking into the mirror at the foot of the bed, and drank.

Peter bounded through the door of the bathroom, shiningly clean, yelled, "Up! Up! Dress! Dress! We have to go back to my house and get in on the drawing. Quick!" he ordered, popping the towel at them.