Gurgle-slosh-slurp; Slash-gurgle-slurp; Slurp-gurgle-slosh . . .
Regina and Inez had moved simultaneously, pressing closer against Irving. He was very aware of the hardness of Regina’s nipples under the soft silk as her breasts pressed against his side. He was also aware of the trembling warmth of his wife’s thigh as she wriggled to wedge it under his own leg.
Irving shifted position and grabbed at one of Regina’s breasts and one of Inez’s breasts simultaneously. He’d moved too violently and the water-bed responded noticeably. For a moment it was like being in an open boat on a choppy sea.
“I should have taken my Dramamine.” Inez reacted to the pitching and rolling. But a moment later she forgot her momentarily queasy feeling when Regina stretched across Irving to kiss her breasts.
Slosh-slurp; Slosh-slurp . . . With the three of them relatively still now, the waters subsided. Inez’s body was taut as Regina stayed in position and sucked at the wide nipple. Irving watched quietly, not moving. His excitement mounted as he observed Regina stimulating his wife. Since the redhead was also gently stroking his groin at the same time, his arousal was physical as well as mental.
Regina well knew what she was about. It would never do for either of her two “patrons” to feel left out. Whatever activity she devised must include both of them. With this in mind, she gently guided Irving’s mouth to Inez’s bosom. Then she slid down the bed until her silk-covered breasts had captured his erect penis in the cleft between them. At the same time she slid her hand under Inez’s bikini panties and played with the butter-soft flesh of her buttocks.
After a moment, Irving reached down with both his hands and pulled off his pajama pants. SLOP-SLOSH; SLOP-SLURP . . . The water beneath them pounded against the transparent mattress. “Don’t make waves!” Inez protested.
Regina removed her nightgown less vigorously. Inez followed suit, pulling off the tops of the Baby-Dolls. Regina slid the bottoms off for her.
Waves of light poured over them now as they began moving erotically to the rhythm of the music. The water bed was a pounding surf setting the cadence for the pounding of their blood. Their hot bodies clung and clawed and probed and experimented, each movement bringing two responses, each response prompting two more movements.
Regina’s tongue licked lightly up the length of Inez’s fleshy thigh. Her hand reached behind Irving and lightly tickled his balls. Inez squeezed Regina’s breasts and kissed her husband, a long, deep, tongue-clashing kiss. Irving stabbed at Inez’s wide nipples with the tip of his straining passion-rod while simultaneously digging his fingernails into Regina’s plump buttocks.
SLOSH-SLOP-GURGLE~SLURP! . . . They shifted position again. Regina lay fiat on her back, arms and legs spread wide, red hair fanned out over the mattress, an open invitation to Inez and Irving to improvise as they wished. Irving knelt and kissed the soft, curly mound just above where her legs met. Inez squatted over Regina’s head, her straining clitoris poised just within reach of the redhead’s tongue. When she bent forward, the large, round nipples of her full breasts moved back and forth over her husband’s shoulders.
SLOSH-SLURP-GURGLE; SLOSH-SLURP-GURGLE; SLOSH-SLURP-GURGLE . . . Irving’s lips were glued to the quivering nether-lips of the redhead. Regina’s tongue played havoc with Inez’s swollen clitoris. Inez stretched further and beat her fists on her husband’s naked haunches.
Shift! Irving usurped Inez’s position at Regina’s mouth. Inez manipulated Regina’s clitoris with her hand. Regina, her mouth stretched to an “O,” flicked the nipples of Inez’s swaying breasts.
When they moved again, Irving was impatient. He flung his wife over on her back and propped her legs on his shoulders. Kneeling, he thrust forward and entered her. Regina knelt behind them. Her searching tongue laved his scrotum and Inez’s nether-lips. After a few moments of this, she swung around so that the eager Inez could lick her while Irving fondled her breasts. Such was the situation—Irving pounding away at Inez; Inez lapping avidly at Regina; Regina clutching and being clutched by Irving while she watched the lascivious movements of their joined organs—when all three finally arrived at their simultaneous climax.
Irving and Regina collapsed on the mattress on either side of Inez. The stereo began a replay of Tristan and Isolde. The colored patterns swam overhead. The water bed sloshed gently. “Anchors aweigh,” Irving remarked.
Slosh-slosh; slosh-slosh . . .
“You qualify as a Senior Lifesaver!” Inez told Regina.
Slash-slurp; slash-slurp; slash-slurp . . .
That had been the first time Regina shared the water bed with Irving and Inez Nicholas. There were a dozen or more repeat performances. But it was the last time that Regina would never forget. . . .
Bubble-bubble-gurgle-slurp; Bubble-bubble-gurgle-slurp . . .
“It sounds different tonight,” Regina had remarked at the beginning of that last evening.
“It is different,” Irving told her. “I hit on an innovation. I’ll bet you can’t guess.”
“Irving never can leave well enough alone,” Inez sighed.
“I give up,” Regina said.
“I drained off the water and filled it with champagne.” Irving was obviously pleased as champagne punch with himself.
“And that’s not all,” Inez added.
“What else?”
“Look.” Irving led Regina over to the bed. “See.” There was a metal plate inset into the mattress near the mahogany headboard with three glass straws sticking up from it. The straws were shaped at right angles.
“Now the damn thing doesn’t just gurgle,” Inez remarked. “It fizzes.”
“All aboard!” Irving flung himself down on the bed. The girls joined him there. All three were naked. They fell to fondling one another immediately, occasionally taking time out to sip champagne from the straws.
All three had progressed since their first session together. The foreplay now was more knowing, more sophisticated. The three-way positions they attempted were more experimental, more intricate. And the champagne both fired them with energy and aroused their inventiveness still further.
Thus they arrived at a situation as strenuous as it was ingenious. Irving sat up in the round bed, propped against the curved headboard. Inez was impaled on his lap with her back to him. Irving had reached around in front of her to squeeze the large nipples of her breasts, each in turn. His other hand was under her, delicately stimulating her anus in a way that was setting the rhythm for the rise and fall of her derriere. This made a slapping sound as Inez came down on his thighs, and each “Slap!” was echoed by a “FIZZLE- SLOSH!” from the water-bed as her weight compressed the champagne.
At the same time, Regina was — literally—-standing on her head. Her thighs were locked, scissor-fashion, around Inez’s neck. Inez’s tongue was deep in her palpitating honeypot. Regina’s hands were braced on either side of Inez and Irving’s spread thighs. Suspended upside down, her globular breasts rested on Inez’s thigh-tops, while her head was buried in the double-V where the couple’s bodies were joined. Dizzy as she was from the position and the champagne, Regina nevertheless was enthusiastically kissing and licking and sucking their joined and writhing organs.