In his hotel experience, Andrew had come face to face with much depravity. He had learned the many quirks by which men and women allow their actions to be motivated. There had been rich, idle women married to aging old roues of husbands. These, he knew, would deliberately take their gigolos to bed with them, performing the entire sex act before their husband's eyes on purpose, to provide those ancient, worked out husbands with the vicarious thrill of a fuck which they were no longer competent to take part in. And he knew, too, of the cruelty and depravity of husbands who would take a whore to bed – to the same bed in which lay their wives. This, he understood, was born of a desire to humiliate. It could happen, however, out of a desire to wallow in the muck of purchased copulation, of bought fornication. Fucking in threes he had known about for a very long time, and he deplored it. It was the recourse of the senile, the bummed-out, the jaded.
Yet here was exactly the same thing, was it not? And Andrew knew, as he thought of it, that this was far from the same thing.
These two people, Hector and Louise, were perfect for each other – far from senile, far from being burned out, far from being jaded. They were healthy, adjusted people whom he liked and admired. Why, then, were they at this business of "testing" each other's infidelities, he wondered. Surely they were adequate for each other? And surely, if they wanted to condone each other's infidelity, they were well enough adjusted psychologically to condone it without this show of exhibitionism.
Yet was it entirely exhibitionism, Andrew wondered. And he knew it was not. Louise and Hector, he understood, were just that much bigger than other people – those hotel residents whom he was comparing them with. Being bigger, they would be capable then of enjoying fornication in greater numbers than just the two of them. Each had more to give than other people had. Each had more to share. What was wrong, then, about sharing their capacity for sexual enjoyment with a third – and even a fourth – person present? It was far from being a bad idea, Andrew mused.
Perhaps more people, like the Hendersons, each married to persons of near-human perfection, should live by the Hendersons' standards. Perhaps there should be more testing and supervision of lovers and mistresses. Perhaps there would then be less marital bickering and bitterness when infidelity was discovered, or even when infidelity was suspected. Why not come right out into the open with it, and do as the Hendersons had done?
As Andrew sat thinking about these things, Hector rolled over on his back beside Louise. She, disturbed, rolled over as well. Naked and perfect in their nudity, they lay there quite relaxed. Together they opened their eyes and saw Andrew, flat-bellied and splendid, eyeing them over the rim of his glass from where he lounged, equally naked, in his chair.
"Well," said Hector, pleasantly. "You make an early recovery, don't you?"
"Perhaps I wasn't asked to give as much as you two gave," Andrew replied good-humouredly. "I was merely sucked off, you'll remember? Yon two, on the other hand, had a complete fuck to recover from!"
Louise laughed at his observation.
"But do not worry," Andrew went on. "I enjoyed it. It's just that I probably don't do this kind of thing as frequently as you two perhaps. I guess there was more in me to give. I envy you two, you know."
He took a sip from his glass. "Why so?" asked Hector.
"Because look at you both. Physically perfect. I don't think I've ever in all my life known so beautiful, so magnificent a woman as Louise. Nor, for that matter, so splendid a man as you, Hector. What I envy about it is that you two have found each other, that you belong to each other. It's the mating of all time, and for that I envy you."
There was no hint of sarcasm in his compliment. As he spoke he busied himself pouring more champagne.
"Drink?" he offered. And they thoughtfully sipped in unison.
"Question is, what do we do now?" he asked, as they set down their glasses.
"What do you suggest?" asked Hector. "The same thing all over again? Personally, I'd rather be left out for awhile. I doubt if this thing's going to work again, not for a long time."
He flicked at the drooping, flexible sinew that lay beneath its mane of hairs at his crotch.
"It'll work," smiled Louise. "It always does, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but right now it's pretty spent – all washed up."
"Well, we can't let Andrew you like? Another go? I'm could be talked into it."
"That I don't doubt," said Andrew. "But I've another idea, Louise. I'm going to need you for it, but perhaps it'll let you coast, all the same."
"How's that, then?"
"Those breasts of yours. Those glorious tits. They fascinate me. I can't take my eyes off them. What I want to do is to slide my penis there, between them, till I come. God, but that would be wonderful! Only once before in all my life have I seen breasts half so magnificent as to want to fuck between them. Now I'm sorry I ever did – because I hadn't seen breasts like yours then."
Louise fondled her bosoms.
"And I," she confessed, "have never been fucked there. What'd it be like, I wonder?"
"Never know till you try it," said Andrew. He crossed over to the bed. "Take it," he commanded. "Just one or two sucks, and it'll he ready again!"
Louise did, feeling it swelling to its full power under her fingers, lovingly running her tongue over the flange as, swollen, it disgorged one or two drops down. What would a hit hushed, but I more of the fluid it had so recently drenched her mouth with.
"That's wonderful," breathed Andrew in ecstasy, "Now cup your tits in your hands. So. One in each hand. Press them together. Make a valley where they squeeze together."
Louise did.
"Now part them while I slide in," Andrew, bearing down on her where she lay preparing the cleft between their two vast, white unmarred surfaces. Into this warm cleavage Andrew slid his prick, driving it back and forth once or twice to lubricate the bed in which it was contained. There was something wickedly wonderful in the sight of so perfect a male erection, encased there between two such flawless breasts and Hector caught his breath in admiration.
"Now," said Andrew. "While you squeeze them together, I'll fuck away, slowly and deliciously, between them."
Louise did so, and the massive penis of Andrew disappeared enveloped almost completely by the white flesh of her breasts. Slowly, deliberately and deliciously, he stroked downwards and forwards until the red dome of his prick appeared, wet and angry-looking at the upper parting of the twin tit-mounds.
Andrew drew backwards again, and so he continued, forwards and backwards, as Hector looked on in mesmerized intrigue.
"Wait!" he called out suddenly. "Wouldn't it be better if Louise sat up? That way, the natural tendency would be for the breast to sag – to stand out, expanded, to the fullest extent."
"Sure," said Andrew not desisting for a moment. "It's just that I thought Louise might be too tire to endure it sitting up. But if she will, then by all means…"
Louise herself had been aroused by the queer, unaccustomed sex manifestation. By craning her neck forwards and looking down her body she could see the alternate appearances and disappearances of Andrew's fierce prick. It was a novel sight, a new kind of experience altogether, and she found herself reveling in it.
Deep within her cunt she felt the stirring again of sex, of the instinct which tortured her clitoris.
Obediently she sat up, and her generous breasts, instead of sagging, stood out in all their majestic pride, moistened where the monstrous rod had stroked between their natural cleavage. Come and love juice were everywhere on the skin of her bosoms. Strands of it reached elastically between her nipples as, eagerly, she cupped each tit in her hands to make ready the strange "cunt" Andrew had thought up.
He, standing up, presented the full length of his ten-inch weapon to the inviting valley, and as he came forwards, Louise massaged her generous breasts around his demonic engine of lust. This time, Andrew spared nothing. Increasing the tempo of his fornication, he fucked solidly in and out, the red tip of his tool appearing and disappearing so rapidly that it seemed to be permanently there, swelling and sticking out above the upper mounds of mammary tissue.