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CHAPTER FIVE

Gloatingly, Fred Holden looked through the sheaf of pictures, again, examining each one carefully and studying all of the sexy curies of the naked, blonde-haired woman, whose likeness he had snapped that afternoon. He had rented one of the Polaroid color cameras, and he told himself: Damn! Taking these was one hell of a lot of fun. I'll have to get a good camera of my own, and go back there to take some slides!

He went back to a shot, looking right up the lovely, tapering thighs of the girl, revealing the tight, little aperture of her cunt in vivid color. Christ! She can't be more than nineteen or twenty…! And look at those tits! God damn… I'd like to get next to something like that!

Chuckling to himself, Holden gathered up the pictures and carried them into the living room where Evelyn was sitting, reading a popular novel.

"Hey, sweetheart… I want to show you something…"

Evelyn looked up and turned her book face down in her lap. Trying not to show her annoyance, she said, "You're breaking in on one of the sexiest parts… you know…"

"What is it you're reading…?"

"Oh, it's a new best seller I picked up today. It's just loaded with all kinds of sex, with all the four-letter words."

"Well, let me show you something sexy!" he said, handing the pictures to his wife.

Quickly, Evelyn shuffled through the stack of photographs.

"She's a very lovely woman," she observed. "Aren't these Polaroid color prints?"

"Yeah…"

"Then, you must have taken them yourself?"

"How right you are… and it was damned good fun, too!" Fred chortled. "There's this new kind of place called The Camera's Eye where you rent a model for an half hour at a time. I rented the camera, too!"

"It sounds like they cater to voyeurs…"

"Yeah… I guess that's right. Pretty good pictures aren't they?"

"Yes… but it's just looking isn't it? Why don't you have some real fun, for a change? There are at least five couples, right here in this apartment complex, who are real swingers… and…"

"Damn it! You're always wanting me to do something like that… and I'm not going to! I get my kicks watching…!"

"You're really afraid of it, aren't you? Afraid you couldn't perform…?"

"You know I can… if I'm not under pressure… but if some woman was trying to force herself on me… well… you know what happens…?"

"It doesn't have to, Fred…"

"Yeah… but it does…!"

"Have you ever tried to make it… with another woman?"

"You know damned well I haven't!"

"Maybe you ought to try!" she told him levelly. "After I've done it with another man… I always feel like I enjoy it more with you! I know that sounds crazy, but that's the way it works."

Fred still didn't like the idea of his wife's getting laid by other men – and women! It irked him no end, yet each time, Evelyn assured him that she loved only him… that the other was just sex… pure sex. There were no attachments and no commitments. He found it hard to believe.

"Well… that's your bag!" he growled.

Evelyn wouldn't be sidetracked. "How about this cute little chick?" She looked at one of the pictures, again. "She's a sexy little thing! What's her name…?"

"Susan… Number one, one, five!"

"No last name? No telephone number… or address…?"

"That's against the rules of the place. The girls just have first names and numbers…"

"I'll bet!" Evelyn laughed. "If you really wanted to get to know one of them… you can be damned sure there's a way to get her address!"

"I don't know how…"

"Why don't you try it?!" his wife challenged.

"Damn! I've never heard of a woman wanting her husband to go out tomcatting for a strange piece of ass!" he grunted.

"Well… I suppose I'm not just an ordinary wife, then…"

"Yeah, you can say that again!"

"… Or maybe it's because I have so much fun getting balled by other men… that I really want you to join in… like I've said before."

"With that Holloway woman…? No thank you!"

"I told you there were other couples. I'm sure you'd find somebody you'd like… if you tried it!"

"Try it; you'll like it!" he parodied comically.

"… Or, we could join one of those swinging clubs…"

"Again, no thank you, darling…" he told her with finality.

Getting up, he took the sheaf of photographs from his wife's lap and went back into his study. He was irked by Evelyn's insistence that they start a swinging life together. Most men, he realized, would have jumped at the chance, but there was always that gnawing fear in the back of his mind that at the critical moment he might be impotent.

Idly, he went to the window and looked out and down toward the Pearsons' bedroom window. It was still early in the evening, and he didn't really expect to see anything going on down there; as a matter of fact, for the last three nights the drapes had been drawn. Come to think of it… I haven't seen the guy around for the last three days, either… and their car has been gone from the carport! Then, it dawned on him. Hell! He must be out of town… and that means that luscious doll is there… alone!

It was an intriguing idea to play around with, as he considered the possibilities. He was looking down into the unoccupied bedroom, the drapes standing open, tonight, revealing the bed and a portion of the room. Damn! I wonder if I could pull it off…? He remembered some of his fantasies about the young wife he had watched so many times. Hell! He felt almost as if he knew her.

God damn! Just my luck! Nothing going on down there! Fred was just turning away, then he saw her come into the bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. She carried a large vanity mirror, the double-faced kind with a stand, one side of which magnified the image. Setting the mirror aside, the lovely blonde shrugged out of her filmy, frilly peignoir, and she was naked!

Instinctively, Holden drew back away from the window, switched off the lights in his study and dug out his binoculars from his desk drawer. Back at the window in a moment he excitedly focused the glasses on the young, tenderly naked wife on the bed in the apartment below. He watched as she cupped her high, mounding breasts in her tiny hands, and because of the magnification, he could see clearly the distended, pink nipples with their prettily wrinkled aureoles.

Then, she was lying down on the bed, propping her shoulders up with two pillows. It was not until she reached out for the mirror that he had any inkling of the use she intended for it. "Damn!" he breathed to himself. "I'll be damned!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet it had to be true.

His binoculars were focused on the mirror, which the young, golden-blonde wife had placed between her wide-spread thighs, and he could see as clearly as she what was happening. He saw the reflection of her hands and the whole of her furrowed pussy, looking upward along the smooth, satiny taper of her inner thighs, and her fingers were caressing lovingly the hardening bud of her clitoris. She was masturbating… while watching herself do it in the mirror. Again, Holden gasped, "I'll be God damned!"

Instantly, below, he felt the pounding blood that raced through him being trapped in the shaft of his cock as it came to alert erection throbbingly, jerking out hard against the confinement of his trousers. She's playing with herself… trying to get her jollies… BECAUSE HER HUSBAND ISN'T THERE!

It hit him squarely between the eyes, then. So… why the hell am I only watching her…? Christ! It's a perfect set-up! She's all hot for it! No husband to take care of her… and I'm up here just wishing I could fuck her!

There comes a time for direct action… and Fred didn't hesitate. Christ! It's worth a try! He put his glasses away, went into the bedroom and put on a light sweater, not sure exactly how he was going to get into her apartment, yet… But, I'll think of something! I'll have to! I can't let this chance slip by me!

Going out through the living room, he mumbled to his wife, Evelyn, "I'm going out for a walk…"

"All right, darling… Don't be gone too long!" She said it automatically, barely looking up from her reading.

Fred went down the apartment steps two at a time, then dodging around his building he arrived at the front of the one next door, found the proper door and pushed the doorbell. He waited a moment and pressed it again. I'll wait! He visualized her possible annoyance at being disturbed… jumping up from the bed and throwing on her peignoir to come to the door. Of course… she might go ahead and play with herself, until she cums… He discarded that idea and substituted: NO! She was just starting…! She'll be here in just a second! He pushed the doorbell several times in succession, making it sound urgent. That'll get her here!

The door opened a tiny crack.

"Yes…?"

"Telegram!" Fred said, knowing that it was completely unoriginal and might not work.

The young, golden-haired wife opened the door, her face was working with emotion. "God! Johnny!"

"Are you Mrs. Pearson…?" Fred asked going through the door.

"Y-Yes…?" she answered, the color draining from her cheeks as she saw that the man confronting her was empty-handed. "Wh-Where's the telegram… you said… you had for me?"

Quickly, Fred Holden closed the door behind him and stood there looking at her, his eyes raking over her svelte figure hungrily. "There's no telegram. That was just to get you to open the door!"

Now, real fear darted into her baby-blue eyes, as she realized that this stocky man could be a rapist… or a burglar.

"Wh-What do you want…?" she gasped, her hands going to her mouth as she stepped back into her living room.

Following her, Fred said, "I'd like to take care of you, baby! I can do a better job than you can with your hand!"

She saw the pulsing bulge in his pants then, confirming her fears. "Get out of here!" she cried. "Before I call the police!"

"Now, don't get excited. I'm not going to hurt you. Your husband isn't here… and you've got a real crying need for some fucking… otherwise, you wouldn't be fingering yourself and watching in the mirror while you're doing it!"

Gasping aloud, the young wife stepped back another two steps. "How… c-could you… kn-know that…?" Her eyes were wide with surprise and shame.

"Never mind how I know… I do know… and like I said before, I can take care of it for you… if you'll cooperate…"

"Get out!" she hissed. "I've never done anything like that… to my… h-husband!"

"He wouldn't have to know… would he…? Anyway, I can be good for you… if you'll let me?"

In two paces he was standing before her, his hands going out to the front of her frilly dressing gown to pull it open. Her nakedness under it was revealed to him, and he found her lovelier in the flesh than as an image in the magnification of his binoculars. "You're a very lovely woman!" he complimented… "And, I can't bare to see you starved for love!"

Georgia Pearson stood rooted to the spot, petrified with fear. She wanted to cry out, scream for help, but she couldn't. Then his hands were caressing her already sensation-filled breasts, and she gasped with the exciting surge of arousal that flooded through her in spite of her terror.

Softly, she moaned, "Oh, please… mister… whoever you are, why don't you just leave… and let me alone…?"

Now, his arms were around her, underneath the peignoir, and his hands roamed over the satiny softness of her curvaceous body; then, he kissed her. She struggled against him for a moment before she melted into his arms and accepted his probing, tasting tongue in her mouth. Below, she plastered her hips against him, and he could feel the tiny, grinding undulations of her against him. Christ! He gloated: It's easy as apple pie! I'll have my cock in her, sucking her… in about five minutes!

Fred Holden's feeling of triumph was short-lived!

There was the unmistakable sound of a key grating in the lock of the front door! Christ! It must be her husband!

Georgia tore herself from his arms and screamed. She did it for her husband's benefit… because it would have been difficult for her to explain to him how sorely tempted she had been… how close she had come to giving in to that temptation. The terrified scream was her out, a reason and an explanation.

Coming through the door, Johnny Pearson saw all that was happening at a glance. God damn! Some son-of-a-bitch's trying to rape Georgia! Her scream, the terrified look on her face, the way she was backing away from the man who confronted her, confirmed it for him.

"Hold it, right there!" Pearson yelled.

Whirling, Fred made for the door. Half-way there he collided with the hard fist Johnny Pearson swung at him. It was a glancing blow, high on the cheek. It didn't stun him, and he kept right on running out the front door. Quickly, he ducked down the narrow alleyway between the buildings and made for the carport. Digging out his keys, he made for his own car, opened it and climbed into the backseat. He was scared witless. God damn it! That was close! Crouching down on the floorboards, he heard footsteps in the carport then in the alley behind the buildings. He didn't find me… at least…! And, I don't think he got a good look at me!

Fred stayed there in the back of his car for another twenty minutes, until he was sure there was no further danger. While he sat there, he thought about what had transpired. One thing I know for sure… that gal was ready to be laid! If her husband hadn't come in at the wrong time I'd have been into her! I suppose she didn't know he was coming home, either! He fingered the spot on his cheek where Pearson's fist had glanced off! Damn! I hope that isn't too bad! It'd be hard to explain!

Finally, Holden left his car and walked as nonchalantly as possible back to his own apartment. Evelyn, he discovered was in the bathroom taking a shower. Good! I'll see what damage I've got to my cheek!

In their bedroom, he looked into the mirror to examine the slight wound. There was only a scratch, and it looked as though there wouldn't be any bruising. "Lucky as hell!" he murmured to himself.

Then, in his study, he went to the window and looked down. The drapes in the apartment below were closed. "Well, that's that!" He made up his mind that he'd have to be less foolhardy in the future! That was a kind of dumb-assed trick! From now on… I'll have to make damned sure what I'm doing… plan it all out ahead of time!

Realizing that his wife, Evelyn, had been home all evening, gave him a new idea: Maybe I can make it with her… tonight!

Johnny Pearson went back to his distraught wife after losing her attacker in the alley. He found her sobbing on their bed.

"Who was it… do you know…?" he asked, taking her into his arms tenderly.

"I-I don't know…" she sobbed. "I never saw him… b-before!" It was a lie, of course; she had known that the man who had come boldly into their apartment was one of the tenants. She had seen him several times.

"Then, he doesn't live around here…?"

"N-No!"

"That won't give the police much to go on!"

"The… p-police…?"

"Yes! He was trying to rape you… wasn't he…?"

"Y-Yes…"

"Then, it's a police matter!"

"Oh, God!"

"What's wrong… did he actually get to do anything to you…?"

"No… H-He just opened my robe… and handled m-my breasts!"

"Is that all…?"

"Y-Yes… It was horrible!" Her body was wracked with heaving sobs.

"I'd better call the police, now!"

Covertly, Georgia Pearson watched her husband as he picked up the telephone and dialed. Oh, God! I was so close to it!