Pete had to wipe his eyes again. "Will you please ask your grandmother if I may have one more fuck before you leave me to go out into the cruel, cruel world?"
"My dear sir, I haven't said I was going out into the cruel, cruel world."
"Oh, aren't you?" he cried, his shoulders shaking.
She rolled her eyes. "My dear kind sir, I have an excellent position. I'm off to join the circus. Didn't you know that?"
"And what do you do in the circus, my dear little girl? What will your position be?"
"Flat on my back, baby. I'll be working."
Pete stood up and, shaking his head as he laughed, walked to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. He gave her one. "Here's to fun," he said.
"Fun and fucking!" she cried. "If there be fun, let there be fucking. If there be no fun, let there still be fucking."
I Pete nearly choked on his drink. "You nut," he said. "You're positively a nut and I love you."
Mary finished off her drink. "Tell me something, Pete," she said, her tone sober now. "Are you glad that Cindy's back home?"
He knew he had to field that one cleanly. "Yes, of course. Not all worked up about it, if that's what you mean, but glad? Yes. I'll also be glad to see Mark."
She sighed. "You said it perfectly. You know…" she lifted her empty glass and squinted at it theatrically. "I have a beautiful husband. He's just something else, this guy." She eyed him playfully. "You ever meet my husband, baby?"
"Yes," he replied, going along with her gag.
"Where?"
Pete rubbed his nose. "One time when I was shaving, my reflection disappeared as if by magic and your husband's face appeared. Oddly though, he was shaving, too, only at the precise moment of which, madame, I am speaking, he was shaving the opposite side of his face. Opposite side from my own. Does that answer your question clearly, my dear girl, and if it does, I'm sorry, for alas and alack, this is supposed to be Confusion Evening."
"We'd better go and see them before we get too far out and decide we're already here, honey," Mary said, grinning and putting her glass down. "Come on, let's go."
"Okay," he replied. "I'm glad you got over your… feeling about not wanting to be next door to Rose."
She shivered a little. "Oh, that," she said, and said no more.
They arrived at the Alexanders' a few minutes later and climbed out of the car. Both of them appeared to be deliberate in not glancing towards Rose's house as they climbed out of the car and walked to the front door. The door opened immediately and Mark, his brown hair askew, his equally brown eyes bright, let them in. He and Pete shook hands, grinning at one another as they did so while Mary kissed Mark on the lips lightly and asked where Cindy was.
Mark closed the door behind them. "She went next door to invite Rose over," he said. "What'll you have to drink, people?"
Pete did the answering because he saw the look on Mary's face. She seemed to have frozen; her face was set, her eyes fixed. He wondered what it was that was really bugging Mary. Did she fear that she, too, might one day indulge in what Rose did?
Pete shook his head slightly as if telling himself to stop speculating about Mary. The probability was that she was still hurt and angry because of the nasty remarks Rose had made to Pete.
"Bourbon will be fine, Mark, if you have it," Pete told his host.
All three had drinks now and were seated on the sofa, Mary in the middle. Her set look had disappeared, and she seemed relaxed now.
"I suppose," Mark said slowly, "that you two are curious as to what took us out of town."
"No, Mark," Pete said. "Not particularly. You said it had something to do with your family, I believe. Mary and I realized it was a personal thing, so we didn't ask questions."
Mark smiled. "Thanks, Pete. Damned nice of you, too."
Mary reached over and tugged at Mark's leg. "Mark," she said, "I hear Cindy and Rose coming in the back door. Why don't you take me to the bedroom and give me a good reaming? Pete won't mind. He knows how much I've missed that long cock of yours."
Mark seemed surprised. He flashed a quick look at Pete, but Pete merely grinned and waved his hand. Mark took Mary's hand, pulled her to her feet and together they disappeared through a doorway, the door shutting behind them just a second before Cindy and Rose appeared from the kitchen.
"Well," Cindy cried, "look who's here! My favorite bed partner, outside of my husband, of course." She winked at Pete, came to him quickly as he stood up, and kissed his mouth wetly. "Hello, hot pants," she whispered intimately. "How'd you like a nice, wet cunt to stab?"
Pete kissed her and grinned. "Love it." He glanced across the room. "Hello, Rose," he said, his tone even.
"Hello, Pete." Rose looked good, being dressed much better than usual. Her short skirt and dark blouse were becoming to her. "I didn't know you were here. Where's Mary?"
Pete winked at Cindy. "She and Mark had something they wanted to talk over."
Cindy stood on her tiptoes and kissed Pete again. "Hey!" she cried. "I'm so glad to see you, baby. You look great tonight."
"And so do you, my dear girl," he replied gallantly. "You look positively ravishing."
Cindy shook her head, her long blonde hair flopping about her pretty face entrancingly, her titties jouncing, also, and she turned about quickly. "Rose," she said, "I'm terribly sorry, but will you excuse Pete and me for a while? We, too, have something to talk over."
Rose actually smiled. "That's all right, you two. I'll go home and return later, if you don't mind." Rose's smile became broader. "Have fun, you lucky people." She turned and left the room.
Cindy blinked her eyes at Pete. "Gee, baby, I hated to do that to her, but I'm dying to feel that long, hard prick of yours in my cunt. Would you mind if I laid you?"
Pete smiled. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd be delighted, on one condition."
"And what would that be?"
"That you permit me to say you are simply lovely tonight."
"You may say so," she said laughingly.
"Very well then. You are lovely tonight and I should be pleased to fuck you in any and all holes."
"Oh, come on, you nut. Hurry up!" she squealed. "I'm dying to get undressed with you, baby. I want to see that long dick get hard."
"Sorry," he said, grinning. "It's already hard. You're out of luck."
Cindy dropped to her knees immediately and unzipped his pants. "I gotta kiss my dick, baby. I've missed it so these past few days."
She snaked her hand into his pants, pulled forth his stiffened cock and kissed the end of it passionately. "I love this thing of yours, baby. It really turns me on."
She undid her blouse and slipped it down over her shoulders, revealing her titties to him. Then she pressed her tits against his legs as she began to suck his prick.
"Hey," he said as he happened to see the face pressed against the windowpane, "we have to go to a bedroom, baby. Your friend Rose is looking at us through the window."
Cindy stopped for a brief moment. "Sure, I know she is. Let her watch. Who cares?" Cindy resumed her passionate cock sucking, her tongue lovingly and excitingly licking the prickhead as her mouth enveloped it delightfully, even maddeningly. "Blow off in me, baby," she begged. "Blow off in my mouth like crazy. I need your cock juice."
When she started to pull down his pants, he grabbed her arm and pushed her away, picking her up and carrying her to a bedroom. He dropped her down on the bed without turning on a light, reached under her skirt and yanked off her panties, and then, with a cry half strangled in his throat, he threw himself on top of her, ramming his cock into her warm, wet cunt all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, baby! Fuck me good!" she begged her crotch working against his frantically. "Drain it all into my cunt, baby, all you got, all of it!"
He pumped his cock in her horny snatch at a rapid rate of speed, there being no need for technique or build-up – she was already as hot as she would ever be – and when she wrapped her legs about his and clamped onto him in a viselike manner, he increased his fuck-rate.