"Then I want what she's been hoarding, my dearest friend. We're very close, you know. Show me how you do it to her, David… please?"
"Oh no, Joyce, I… I want to please you, not her. I mean, everybody likes it different and… well, you're the teacher now, honey, so you tell me how you want me to do it, and I'll… I'll take directions…"
"And you'll lick and devour until I tell you to stop?"
His cock swelled up again with these words. "OOOh yes, Joyce… I'll learn… Oh, I'll suck. Just… well, teach me!"
With a wild, giggling shriek Joyce threw her legs up around his neck and dragged his face down and inward, chanting out a familiar madrigal-of-the-day… "Well, first you press your two lips right up tight… then you swing 'em to the left, and you swing 'em to the right… and twist that stud-tongue kinda nice and light… then you lick around and flick around with all of your might…!"
… And that's what she calls ballin-the-jack, the bitch!.. she's making fun of me… mocking me and putting me on… her and all that community-property she's crammed up her twat… laughing at me because she knows what a brand-new sinner I am, what a clumsy amateur, a novice… I'll show her!
David dipped and kissed, deciding to use the same passionate principles he'd applied when they were necking and hoping like hell that would suffice. It did. He learned so fast that he couldn't care about her attitude any longer, couldn't care what kind of a suburban idiot she took him for because whew!.. She tasted so Goddamned delicious… and look where he was making love to her… look how his mouth marauded and claimed everything his cock held dear only a moment ago… ummm! Saucy tangled delights of their issue…
In precisely thirty seconds Joyce gave up the singing; and did, indeed, stop all that laughing. A serious business now as she groaned and writhed from his lapping frenzy…
… Ummm! On-the-job-training, gulped David. Only way to get ahead.
SIX
David was a half-hour late getting home that night, but when he told Linda that one of his fillings had dropped out and he'd needed some emergency dental work which might easily have happened after all his zealous gobbling-his wife believed him without question. And without much interest, it seemed to him; which of course, meant that he was her computer, and since she'd installed his primary behavior-tapes eight years ago, she would naturally take all his performance-patterns for granted. He could probably go out and mow the lawn stark naked and have her see him as neatly dressed and dapper, simply because that was how she'd programmed him at the altar.
David felt flushed and restless that night, and was certain his lips must reveal some redolent traces of their new journey. Surely some facial alteration was to be expected after all that coital swamping. But Linda noticed nothing, convincing David that people who see each other daily don't really look at what they're seeing at the moment. Instead-and particularly if they're tied umbilically together through marriage-they see an old family snapshot, a replay of their very first impression. Hence, marital faces remain just as fixed and unchanging as the wedding-band that welds them; and eventually, when husband and wife start to resemble one another, the blended identity-loss achieves its ultimate goaclass="underline" Mom and Dad, the Goldust Twins… the double nonentity…
Happily, David found Linda's abiding trust in him such an unswerving force in her life-she, too, had been pre-steeped in the blood-brother faith eight years ago-that neither a divorce nor a legal separation would ever be necessary. Once he'd achieved sufficient in-flight production hours with Joyce Grogan, he planned to zoom right on down that list of computer-cuties. An endless square-dance of bed-hopping… and swing your partner and dosi-do 'til she's too punchy and spent to bother with any… Then, still maintaining that Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang cadence, prance on to the next willing victim and excavate… and sop up all those little-boy rivers of dreams, displace the cream-popping nightmares with the trembling thighs of reality.
David was thoroughly convinced that his proposed double-life was entirely feasible when he passed the supreme test on the following Sunday evening at eleven. ' When Linda winked and sparkled: "How about it, hon-you feel like being convivial?" David did not get his up-in-a-jiffy boinnnggg! of an erection. But a few moments later he had no trouble filling her fond old prescription, and without having to envision her in a more provocative position. Instead, he thought of Joyce with her knees on-the-wing. And because of that shattering image, there was one awful moment when David forgot himself and slotted his truant weapon from side to side instead of respectfully arrowing it straight in and straight out.
"Oops!.. Sorry, dear. Did I hurt you?' "Oh dear God in Heaven, NO!" Linda screamed affably; and David thought it marvelous the way she could smile and bite her lip at the same time.
David often scanned the remaining collection of names on his computer-list during the next few days, but each time he felt ready to take action and dial another number, something stopped him.
Joyce.
He hated to admit it, for he saw this crippling infatuation as an impediment to all his degenerate plans for the future. How could he flit recklessly from one playmate to the next if he was already hung-up on his very first sampling? Dammit, he couldn't get her out of his mind, the adulterous bitch, and he supposed this meant he was transferring his old fidelity-reflexes from Linda to Joyce. But the trick now was to juggle a whole slew of loin-partners, not simply replace one static constancy with another.
He let a week of anxious indecision go by, during which he remained tense and unfulfilled, both at home and abroad. Then the devastating eruption of his dreams began again, with a tumbling, voluptuous Joyce now replacing his writhing in-laws; which was perhaps a Freudian leap in the right direction, but not exactly the tail-binding consummation he'd had in mind. He kept seeing her lips, nipples and labia and vibrant green eyes and glistening red hair… and ooh!.. that endearing drive-in deposit-window she'd embroidered in her panties kept haunting him everywhere. Finally, when he realized what an infuriating blind-alley daily meat-beating could become, he tried to phone her on two successive Wednesday afternoons. At the Fairmont, of course, and under her assumed name; leaving his own alias and private number with the desk-clerk when she didn't answer.
When the third week went by, with Joyce making no attempt to get in touch with him, David grew more sulky and irritable than ever. Perhaps he hadn't been such a hot-Apollo in bed after all, not really the kind of guy she was used to. He didn't have Brad's pushy ego and bravado and charm. So all right, he wasn't her cup of tea, the fickle little sow!.. with all her squealing and twitching and pretending. Why the hell'd she have to make him think he was so special… kissing and hugging and grabbing and grunting, when she probably performed like that with every guy she touched?
But he couldn't help reliving those fantastic hours he'd spent with her, playing with his long hard recollection in the locked booth of the men's room at work while he reprised every grinding curve of her body… gasping and shooting his load into a new Joyce-orifice each time he diddled himself… aw get that hot boy-cream, you spreading country-club slut… up your twat, in your kissy mouth… up your ass!.. damn ya, I hate ya for ruining Brad's life the way you did… hate ya!.. Afterwards he'd sulkily mop up, re-zip and return to his sleek status-symbol of a desk. His secretaries had been eyeing him curiously for some time now, asking themselves what might be causing his obvious decline. Luckily, the Montclairs were still touring Europe and wouldn't return until November. Otherwise, old Wilbur himself might be politely inquiring why David was still dawdling over a project that should have been finished weeks ago. But David was much too distraught to concentrate on his work, and for the first time since his marriage he took advantage of his family-connections at All-Planet Insurance Company and quite craftily goofed off.