"She was upset, walking in on us and seeing all three of us going at it like that," Frank explained.
"Still holding out, eh?" Jim asked. "I was hoping that Charlotte would be able to soften her up for tonight!"
"What's happening tonight?" It was Frank's question.
"I was hoping we'd have an open-swinging session… with everybody balling!"
"Well," Nancy was thoughtful. "I don't know about Gene, either."
Frank volunteered the information, "Gene was with Cheryl earlier, but I don't know what happened… whether he made it with her or not."
"Hell, the way she reacted, I bet nothing happened!" Jim said.
"That's what I think, too!" Nancy added.
"But, if she isn't ready to swing tonight, it could put a damper on the whole thing!" Jim observed.
Frank thought about it. "Maybe… if I talked to her and explained what's happening."
"That's no good!" Jim exclaimed. "It's better if somebody else breaks her in! Like me!"
"Jim! You shouldn't! You still need rest." It was the nurse in Nancy speaking, again.
"Like hell! I feel fine, but first I'm going to have some more fun with you!" He reached out for her and clamped her lithe willowy body tight to his own raw-boned muscularity.
"Really, Jim! After all!"
"I told you that I was a stud, didn't I?"
Frank moved in close to her, his hardening penis jerking against the softness of Gene's wife's buttocks. Christ! Frank told himself: if there's going to be more fucking, I'll stick around for the fun!
Time flew, and later, completely satiated, Frank and Nancy left the Hardings' bedroom, Frank heading for the living room and a drink, Nancy to her own room to change her clothes.
"I want to get into a dress, and besides, Charlotte may need some help in the kitchen. We've got to eat, too!"
They left Jim asleep.
"What about tonight…?" Frank asked worriedly, as they stood together briefly in the hallway.
"We'll just have to play it by ear," she told him and disappeared into her and Gene's bedroom across the hall.
"Hi, sweetheart!"
Her husband Gene was lying on the bed; she knew instantly that he had been drinking… that he was-probably already half drunk. His smile was mean, belying his cheery greeting.
"Why couldn't you stay sober, Gene?" Nancy snapped, feeling an unwarranted irritation.
"It helps to pass the time… while my beautiful wife is getting the ass fucked off of her by one and all!"
"You're getting vulgar!"
"Yes," he went on, slurringly, "I'm vulgar… but you're obscene! I saw you over there, sucking off our host… while Frank was fucking you from behind… like a bitch in heat!"
"Gene!" she grated between clenched teeth. "I told you how it was going to be, and if you keep on like this, insulting me every chance you get, I will leave you. I'll get a divorce as soon as we get back home!"
"Hell! It's like being married to a whore, anyway!"
Nancy's face colored pink with her blush and rage. "Gene! Stop it! I won't stand for any more of this!"
"And neither will I!" He came off of the bed, grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her bodily onto the bed. "You're out fucking everything that's got a cock… and in between times you're making it with lesbians too, while I don't even get a smell!"
Nancy refused to cry out at his rough treatment of her. He had manhandled her before, and this was the last time he would do it, she decided. Her mind was made up right then. She would sue him for a divorce, as soon as she got home!
Dry-eyed, she looked up at him and said, "There won't even be so much as that… from now on! I'm leaving you, right now… so don't dare touch me, again, or I'll have you up for assault, too!"
Gene knew that she meant it.
"How can you leave me… when we're stuck here in this stinking lodge?"
"I'll move in with the Hardings!"
"I ought to fuck you silly, right now!" Gene growled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.
"The only way you know how… by force…?" Nancy asked dryly. "That's really what's wrong anyway! You don't really know how to make love… make a woman want to fuck with you. Every time's more like a rape than loving sex!"
Gene stopped dead. The quick, straight arrow of truth stung him. It was a conclusion he had reached himself, but now in his confused drunkenness, he was making the same stupid mistake again.
"You'd prefer a tongue on your cunt… is that it?"
"Yes!" she told him truthfully. "A loving tongue… followed by a loving cock. Then I'd be ready and willing!"
"You mean… like it used to be with us… just you and me?" Gene asked, hope rising in him.
"We're beyond that… at least I am!" she told her husband. "… But, if you could change… learn how to turn me on, the way I like it… maybe we could…"
"Stay together…?"
"Yes… but only if you'd swing, too!"
The conditions his wife was laying down didn't seem so difficult after all. Within him that bubble of hope swelled even more, lifting him, and he swore to himself that he'd do everything he could to keep his marriage from floundering.
"You're on!" he told her jubilantly, his mind clearing of the alcoholic cobwebs, leaving him with a heightened, giddy feeling devoid of the sloppy drunkenness of a few moments before, when he was being mean and sarcastic.
"… And, I'm going to start by trying again with Cheryl Paynter!"
Nancy sat up on the edge of the bed, regarding her husband in a new light. She smiled up at him and said throatily, "I know this sounds funny for a wife to say to her husband… but I hope that you can do it! So far, not counting you, now… she's the only one who'd be left out of the party, tonight!"
"Which party…?"
"The one Jim is planning for tonight, with open swinging for everybody!"
"I'll do my best!" Gene declared, as he turned and left the room. "Wish me luck, darling!"
Gene Barber was pretty sure of what he would find going on in the Paynter's bedroom. When Charlotte had gone rushing down the hallway after the distraught, young wife, he had known that the AC/DC wife of their host was not doing so only to console her, but he was not quite prepared for the erotic scene taking place on the bed as he pushed quietly into the room to become a voyeur for the time being.
Cheryl Paynter was on her back, her legs splayed obscenely, as her loins gyrated upward against Charlotte's mouth, locked tight to her vaginal opening, and Charlotte's lustrous, jet-black hair was flowing down over the alabaster whiteness of Cheryl's thighs. It didn't take much imagination on Gene's part to realize that Cheryl Paynter was hanging on the expectant brink of orgasm as she was being licked and sucked and tongue-fucked to the heights of rapture. He heard the mewling moans of passion coming from the throats of both women, and counteringly there were also the more muted sounds of moistly moving tongues and lips. Below, as he watched avidly, his penis came to vibrantly instant life, growing throbbingly erect in a matter of a few moments. Damn! They're really going at it!
Suddenly, he knew: the real way to turn any woman on… is to stimulate her clitoris, preferably with mouth and tongue… until she is so far gone that nothing could stand in the way of her being fucked! And, Gene became a believer on the spot!
Intertwined, mutually giving and receiving, licking and sucking mouths on searing cunts, throats mewling and moaning out their pleasure, the two women were oblivious of Gene's presence as they approached the apogee of their mutual climax.
Cheryl, writhing desperately beneath Charlotte's expertly tantalizing tongue felt it begin for her in the long, shuddering convulsions of her body, which caused her pelvis to jerk upward spasmodically as wave after surging wave of welcome release broke in her like surf on a rocky seashore. It spread through her body and mind like a symphonic rhapsody of sensation. Fighting free of Charlotte's loins, she twisted her head aside, and she didn't recognize her own muffled voice screaming, "Aaaaaaaaaaauuugggghhh! Oh, God! My G-o-d-d-d! I–I-I–I-I–I-I'm-m-m-m-m-m cummmmmmiinnngg! I'm cumming! Now! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuggghhh!"