The successive comings, so close together, of the two women had not gone unnoticed by either Hector or Andrew. Tacitly, without a word having been said, they realized the futility of lashing themselves into their respective orgasms, and were now given over instead to the sheer enjoyment of the new sensations each was experiencing. Indeed, from crouching one atop the other, they had relaxed into a lying side-by-side copulation. At this stage they both were merely experimenting, feeling out the strangeness, savoring the novelty, in the sheer delight of prolonging the orgasm. There was no lessening in their mutual desire. It was just that they seemed to have more control of the situation, and seemed to be approaching their orgasms in a more detached and scientific manner…
In the minds of each, however, was the ejaculation which they knew must surely occur soon. That was the only hurdle each had still no surmount. To neither of them did it seem quite in keeping to swallow the semen of the other or, for that matter, even to receive it in his mouth. In silence, then, each continued the sucking and masturbation, yet each, as if with one mind, instinctively held off the final discharge.
Louise and Claudine, their own passion spent, lay watching in the luxury of utter relaxation. Neither spoke. Each, however, had her eyes glued to the spectacle of the two naked man, so perfect in physique, so excitingly coupled in their unnatural task.
What utter bliss for them, Louise thought, watching the huge tool of Andrew sliding in and out of Hector's lips. And then she shifted her attention to the better known penis of her husband being so avidly worked on by Andrew's gentle yet insistent tongue. She could not tear her eyes from the sight. Claudine, too, her expression glazed and mesmerized, drank in the delicious, provocative actions of the two men. They held her attention. Rapt and spellbound she reveled in the sight of that magnificent duality of copulation.
And then, in that moment, as if by a slow process of telepathic osmosis, each woman realized in a flash of intuitive clarity just what was happening and just how close each man was to coming, and how loath each man was to discharge into the mouth of the other. By feminine intuition each deduced it simultaneously.
Louise tore her gaze from the two nude, cocksucking men, and looked at Claudine, reading in the elder woman's eyes the understanding she herself had reached.
"Let's!" she said, simply.
And Claudine needed no urging… She got the full message. Both girls knew just what each must do. Both of them, satiated beyond all capacity for further excesses, knew the part they would play in the male enjoyment.
Without speaking a word, Claudine reached for the hips of Hector, insistently pulling him from Andrew, and urging him toward herself. Louise, in her turn, disengaged Andrew from Hector's attentions and thrilled at the instantaneous expression of understanding in Andrew's eyes as he realized the magnitude of Louise's offer.
She knelt backwards, as she had begun earlier that afternoon, arms supporting her arched body so that her cunt, still inflamed but cooling now, gaped, deep, dark and inviting, in full view of her lover's eyes. Without uttering a word, Andrew struggled to his hands and knees and drove his massive, throbbing penis deep into its destined haven, shuddering in pleasure at the wet receptivity of that twat. Hector, in his turn, arched over and plundered into the educated cunt of Claudine. Silently but furiously, he bored deep into it, reveling in the body warmth of that velvety sheath.
Involuntary groans now came from the two men, so close to orgasm, so happy that a solution had been forthcoming for the fuck each had prolonged.
With active loins they banged away, cock to cunt. In hypnotized fascination each could view the vast extent of every plunge made by the other – and could see the lubricated magnificence of each massive withdrawal. Both knew it could not be long now; indeed Andrew, the less satisfied, was already in the spasm of orgasm, feeling its devastating pleasure, but unable yet to ejaculate his load. Deliriously, he banged away at the cunt of Louise, who threw her loins at him, seeking desperately to help this man who had served her so well already, in the torment she knew he was enduring.
With one or two more thrusts the great splashes of whitish sperm jetted into her, and she groaned with delight, seeking no pleasure for herself except the pleasure that she alone could now give to Andrew. He surrendered himself to his orgasm, unconscious of the shock of that massive penis so deeply, so harshly embedded high up in the bowels of the woman who clung to him to aid his coming. He yelled. He shouted.
And the noise and brutish ugliness of his orgasm seemed to spur Hector on as he, too, increased the bore and thrust of his tool into the splayed open cunt of Claudine. She, too, was utterly spent, yet she knew the demands Hector would impose, and, supreme among women, she knew best how to satisfy them.
By wickedly twitching the muscles deep inside her twat, she seemed to turn on the grip of ten thousand ciliated, devastating fingers in their cumulative effect. Her cunt literally gripped at the prick imprisoned deep within it, fucking back at him with a suction that was unendurable, seeming to each out to drag the ejaculation that was spilling incessantly from the tip of that impassioned tool. And a mighty ejaculation it was, too! Hector plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew again and again at each slam of the piston splashing semen over the mat of cunt-hairs and deep inside the bore hole. He seemed to want veritably to split the twat he was fornicating but the experienced Claudine at that moment cleverly managed to convey the impression of being ravaged, without actually feeling a thing.
With one or two more convulsive shuddering spasms, Hector was finally stilled. All of them were still. For long moments, in that room, silence reigned as the tide of strength flowed slowly back into the four bodies spread-eagled in lewd defeat on the bed. No words were spoken, for none needed to be spoken. The scene was simply of two men and two women, each satiated to the point of silence by the orgy each had endured.
Time itself stood still in that room.
CHAPTER NINE
The remnants of an excellent dinner lay on the table before the four diners. There had been a chateaubriand; the bouquet of the sauce bearnaise was still redolent in the room, which also bore the aroma of wines, cognac and coffee. The lights were soft.
"Ooh, but I feel just wonderful after all that," exclaimed Louise, glowing with rapture. "I don't think there has ever been such a day as this!" Hector agreed. "Thinking back, honey, that wasn't such a bad idea at all. The way it's all worked out, I mean."
"You mean my idea of bringing one's infidelities right out into the open?"
"That's right. At first I didn't give it a chance. After all, this sort of thing just, well, damn it, it just isn't done. Trust you to swim slap across the current, however. The important thing is it worked."
"I didn't give it much of a chance either," said Claudine, elegant once more in her form-filling sheath of rich velvet.