"Can we get comfortable, Darling?" Sara questioned their host, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth once more.
"Naturally… go ahead."
Gil watched them traipse off. The movements of Randi's buttocks beneath the tiny, snug skirt spurting his cock into a length of solid flesh. He tore his eyes from her and stared at Jenkins.
"What the hell's next?" he gasped.
"What do you think?" Darrel Jenkins answered, seemingly delighted with his little show.
The maid came in then and said she was leaving. The little man nodded and she whisked silently out the door.
"No… Now look, Darrel," Gil stammered nervously. "I'm a married man. I don't believe in whores."
"Whores? Whores!" he spat, sitting up in his chair. "These girls are not whores, Mr. Martin! They're both once-married women who belong to an exclusive swap club that function on an international basis! The fee to belong to this club per year is more than twice what you made today! If you knew the husbands of these girls you'd be aghast! They happened to be in Las Vegas because of a world convention of the group which I couldn't attend with our land deal pending. Now, I'd suggest you relax and enjoy sex that's more rare than the finest vintages of wine ever fermented!"
"But… but…"
"But?"
Gil swallowed tightly. Christ, he didn't know what he was going to say! He was scared to death if anyone wanted to know the truth! Sex had never been his best sport. He couldn't even take care of his lovable Jan! When it came to making her cum, or really getting with it, he wasn't even a "paper" tiger! Oh, in the beginning he'd been pretty good, but Christ knows, in the last few years he was too off again, on again. Not that he hadn't wanted to, but his climax just overwhelmed him, and before he could get control of it he always let go, leaving her in the lurch.
Shit, he couldn't afford to do that with a girl like this. A married woman who knew all the secrets of sex, and was probably married to someone like Richard Burton! He didn't want any part of it anyway! He wanted to go home to Jan and the twins. To Jan especially, and kiss her!
Randi came out first, still wearing her mini, but Christ, he didn't need a program to know that she didn't have a damned thing on beneath it! Her hose was gone and she had skin like satin! Her full, uninhibited breasts were quivering and jostling maddeningly inside the flimsy dress with every step she took, and she was walking right toward him.
"I'm with you, Darling," she said softly, coming up to the arm of his chair and reaching down to touch his shoulder with her soft hand. "Or… don't you like me?"
"Wh… What? D… Don't be silly! Of course, I like you," he heard himself gulp as she turned around, sat onto the chair arm, then, slid down into his lap.
Darrel Jenkins laughed gutturally. Gil couldn't see him. He was too engrossed with the enchanting face smiling upward into his. Her swollen damp lips and her intoxicating breath were like the wine he'd been drinking rare vintage. Her long-lashed green eyes looked hungrily up at him, and subconsciously, he sensed his eager hand moving toward her full, erect breast.
He saw her tiny skirt falling back, revealing the enticing sight of her full soft thighs. Maybe even a copperish wisp of cunt-hair! He swallowed tightly, all other thoughts obliterated from his brain suddenly, only the pink oval of her mouth and tongue between the even white teeth were real as he lowered his head and kissed her… kissed her… kissed her hungrily while his hand sought and kneaded the firm and resilient flesh of her full breast inside her dress.
"Squeeze them, Darling!" she whispered, secretly. "Squeeze them tight. I love to have my breasts squeezed and bit! Do you like to bite girl's breasts?"
Gil couldn't even speak! He tried, but nothing came! The sound and feel of her voice, the fragrance of her breath and the meaning of her words set his cock into a pounding hardness that left him breathless.
Her tits were unbelievable! So erect and full, with elongated nipples standing out a half-inch from the spherical flesh, hard like smooth marbles, and she began to squirm on top of him, her near-naked buttocks worming down onto his hardened shaft.
"Chr… Christ… let's get out of this room!" he rasped.
"Yes, Darling… I'd like that," she whispered, continuing to undulate her full, rounded asscheeks in tiny lewd circles against his still growing cock. "It feels so nice and big pressed into my bottom. I want to see it and hold it. I want to kiss it and suck it for you."
"Jesus Christ!" Gil gasped.
He was 38-years-old, and he could never remember being so sensuously moved by the mere fescennine suggestion of forbidden sex, as he was at that moment. Not even his Jan had ever moved him like that!
"Will you kiss my pussy for me, Lover?" she whispered again, smiling warmly.
"Damn! Just let me at it!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I'm going to love you, Darling… I just know it," she murmured. "Come with me… I'll show you where."
She then got to her feet and had taken his hand. Suddenly, Jan made a little snoring sound beside him, bringing him back to the immediate.
He looked over at her and drew the sheet up further to cover her lovely, naked breasts. God, she was so beautiful, and he loved her with all of his heart. Sshe had to know that! They'd always enjoyed so many things together. Still, she'd made him feel so damned sexually inadequate their entire married life. Never seeming to get enough no matter how long or hard he sweated over her.
Yet, there'd been a time, just before they had left Tucson, that he'd felt certain they were reaching a new harmony, but since they'd moved to the ranch, whatever they had nearly discovered had flitted away from them.
Christ knows, his own drive was strong enough, and he doubted that hers had lessened one iota. But in these past weeks he could count on the fingers of one hand the times that they'd made love. And each one had been a disaster on his part. He just couldn't satisfy her.
It was no Goddamned wonder that she'd given up slipping into something sexy of an evening, or suggestively trying to seduce him in the cute little ways that only the two of them secretly understood. He couldn't take care of her and she'd obviously grown tired of fiascoes. But it hadn't been until a few hours before at the club and he'd seen her shuttling sluttishly from one man to another that it had struck him.
She might be having an affair! Or affairs! Christ, was it possible? His own Jan? Fucking other men? He still couldn't believe it. Or was it just that he didn't want to believe it? Shit, he wasn't taking care of her, and she was too much of a woman to go without! She had to have it!
Damn! Damn! He shook his head miserably, tears burning in his eyes as he looked over at her. Poor Darling, she was stupid drunk. Thank God, she didn't suffer hangovers.
But she was drinking more and more every day, as if she were trying to defy him. Just as she tried to taunt him on the way home by fumbling with his pants and trying to get his prick out, then talking as filthy as possible. Christ, it was all his fault! He'd let her down. She and the twins, not intentionally, maybe, but he had.
If only there was some way he could whip them away from all this, back to Tucson perhaps. But he couldn't, not now. He'd gotten himself in the Goddamned bag, all right, and the worst was yet to come for his Darling! God almighty, what could he do? What?
Jan gave a start, grunting aloud and pushing away the sheet. Gil stared at her exposed, beautiful breasts in all of their enchanting loveliness. Then, they became Randi's intoxicating globes once more.
The tall redhead was walking toward the bed in the room where she had led him. He had already stripped his clothes away and climbed drunkenly onto the satin coverlets to wait for her. Smiling with her inimitable warmness, she had raised the mini over her head slowly, tantalizingly, revealing her breathtaking, white voluptuousness, her long-lashed green eyes locking on his throbbing hard prick as she came forward.