Mary began to make drinks. "Is a martini all right?" she asked, looking a little more nervous now than when she was out on the street.
"Fine," I answered, watching her body closely. She was wearing a red sweater and skirt that showed her off to great advantage.
Jim had taken off his jacket and tie, and I noticed with some distaste how his paunch hung over his belt.
The only seats in the room were folding chairs around the display table, so we sat on the bed, had our drinks, and talked haltingly of nothing, just making conversation and killing time.
I was wondering what the deal was. Was he going to suck me? Was I going to get to fuck her? Both? Neither?
Mary, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, pushed herself up and reclined against the backboard. She raised one knee, and from where I was sitting at the foot of the bed I could look right up between her legs. Although I couldn't see much, it made me hard as hell.
Jim got up and put his drink purposefully on the dresser, returning to sit close to me. He put his hand gingerly on my leg. "Does Mary get you hot?"
I smiled at him, then looked down at the bulge straining to break out of my pants.
"Why don't you get comfortable, honey?" he said to her, still stroking my leg in small circles, almost like a massage.
Mary grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off in one smooth upward motion. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and unhooked her stockings from her garter belt, exposing lean, very white legs. Raising on her heels and lifting her ass off the mattress, she peeled off her skirt and panties.
She was a bleached blonde, with pubic hair that was dark brown and curly-soft. She unhooked her bra and slipped it off over white, freckled shoulders. She had seemed to stick straight under the sweater, but with the bra off her breasts pointed down, and large, pinkish nipples covered almost half of them. Still, she was an attractive sight, and I was wishing that Jim would disappear so that I could fuck her, but something about her look told me that the feeling wasn't mutual.
"Do you like it?" Jim asked, his hand moving to my crotch and massaging my cock through my pants.
"Yeah, she's beautiful," I whispered hotly. He began unzipping me. "Well, look all you want to, but don't touch. If Mary wants to touch you, she can, but you do only what we tell you to, or we'll have to insist that you leave. Understand?"
"I understand," I said. I couldn't have asked for a plainer set of ground rules. He pulled off all my clothes and started stroking me. I was so hot that I thought I would shoot right then and there.
Meanwhile he had turned around on the bed so that his feet were near Mary's head, and she undid his pants and took them down.
He had a flat, floppy, soft little peter, which Mary put into her mouth and began to suck; but, much to my surprise, it stayed soft. When she slipped a hand between her legs and started finger fucking herself I had to look the other way, for fear I would come all over Jim's hand. He got off the bed to strip and Mary moved down to suck me while he was busy peering off clothes.
I had never before been sucked by a woman who knew what she was doing, and it made a world of difference. She held my cock straight up and, laying her head on my belly, put her mouth around my shaft from the side, nibbling gently. She ran her tongue up and down the length of it and around the head, all the while fingerfucking herself and moaning. She really seemed to be enjoying it and so was I. I started caressing her back with my hands, but stopped when she immediately murmured, "Uh-uh, no hands," between licks.
By this time Jim was ready. He got onto the bed on the other side of me, put his arms around my waist, cradling my ass in his hands, and with a sigh took.my cock out of Mary's mouth and put it into his own.
Now I had both of them working on me, Jim sucking me while Mary, her head pressed down on my pubic hair, licked and nibbled around the base. I was running songs through my head to keep from losing my load.
Jim's cock finally started to grow into a little hard-on as he sucked me, and he moved it closer to my face, evidently hoping that I would suck him. I turned my head away, almost into Mary's belly, as she was lying on the other side of me. I tried kissing her belly, thinking she might not mind if she knew that Jim couldn't see, but she jerked her torso back a bit and away from me. She had the middle finger of one hand in her cunt, and seemed to be using pressure on her clitoris as she humped against her hand.
"Okay, honey. I'm ready, do it to me now," she moaned, and I wasn't sure if she was talking to Jim or to me, but he stopped sucking me and so did she.
"Move over to the side of the bed," he said curtly, and I did.
Mary moved around and lay in the middle of the bed, with Jim on top of her, his fat gut crushing into her smooth, fiat stomach. She brought up her legs and he started pumping against her.
"Kneel over her head," he said, panting with exertion.
I straddled Mary's head, my cock pointing straight out over her nose, and Jim, lifting himself up a little, took me into his mouth again. All I could really see was his large back, fat pads jiggling as he bounced, and her knees up on either side of him.
"You're not wet enough," he groaned. "I can't get it in."
One of her hands disappeared from his back as she reached down and tried to help him.
"It's not hard enough," she said dryly.
"Wait till I suck him a bit more," he answered between gulps of my meat.
He worked on me a few minutes more, and I could sense all kinds of activity going on around Mary's cunt. Jim was pouring sweat from the exertion.
Suddenly he" stopped. "Don't grab it so tight!" he yelled.
He remained immobile, my rod still in his mouth. Then, with a groan of misery and despair, he began pumping furiously against her and sucking me hard. When I shot off into him he groaned again, pushing my pulsing sperm deep into his throat, swallowing hastily.
In a minute he rolled off of her, panting and spent, his white, sticky jizzum covering her pubic hair. He had never made it into her cunt.
I was still kneeling over Mary. A few drops fell onto her face, but she didn't move. The sparkling, humorous eyes were closed, and she was crying softly.
Jim lay beside her, one arm thrown over his face. "I'm sorry, honey," he kept saying over and over. "I'm sorry."
I started to get dressed.
Mary got off the bed and went to her purse. Her body was still glistening wet from Jim's sweat. She gave me a ten-dollar bill and tried a brave smile. "It's not your fault. You did what you were supposed to."
"I'm sorry, too," I said, pushing the ten into my pocket.
"We've got a few problems, as you can see, but we'll work them out." She took my face in her hands and kissed me gently on the lips. "Maybe someday we won't need kids like you. Maybe someday I'll be the only one who attracts him."
"I hope so," I said, and left.
Outside in the hall I had a feeling of exhausted depression. Only years later could I understand the depth of Mary's love for Jim. He had either married her as a homosexual, or was latent and had turned homosexual after their marriage. The only way he could even begin to function as a husband was to have a young boy whose cock he could suck so that he could get his own hard enough to penetrate his wife. And even then he failed, because the minute it became hard he ejaculated.
I can imagine what it must have done to both of them over a period of time, and I wondered about all the married Johns that paid to have me when they had wives waiting at home. I wondered how many were like Jim.
One thing I did learn in that room, there's an old saying that only a homosexual knows how to suck a cock so that a man can enjoy it. The old saying is bullshit.
Homosexuals are compulsive suckers; they seem to have a driving urge to get your cock halfway down their throats and to make you come. I don't think it's the sucking they enjoy so much as the feeling of a load of hot sperm being ejected down their throats. They crave it.