Going back to the built-in bar, he made two more drinks. Stan didn't know what to say. He took a large swallow of his drink and sat down opposite Lois.
Williams was going on, "Shall we drink to it…?" He hoisted his glass up; Vivian, drink in hand, beside him smiled encouragingly at Stan.
Stan was perplexed. "If I understand this right… Vivian was suggesting that we… join you in…" He stopped, not quite able to articulate it, correctly.
"In a swinging party…?" Harry queried, looking at his wife, Vivian.
"Yeah… swapping… or group sex… I guess you call it?" Stan said, "… In the long run… I guess it's sort of up to Lois…" He reached across the table and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him square in the face. "How about it, darling?"
He saw the scratches on her face and arms and knew that it was she who had crashed through the underbrush, on the bank, above them… while he had been driving his cock deep into Vivian's soft belly. His wife had seen them! She knew… just as he knew… or could guess accurately about what had happened in the Williams' trailer, a few minutes ago.
Lois' deep blue eyes were glistening with tears, as she looked into her husband's face. "Oh, Stan…!" she sobbed. "I didn't intend… f-for anything to h-happen… but it went on and on… a-and pretty soon… I–I couldn't help it! It j-just happened…!"
"Do you… want to do it…?"
"You mean… stay here… and do it… some more… all four of us…?"
"Yes… that's what Harry means!"
It was such a strange turn of events… so confusing to her and yet her coupling with Harry had been so, all-consuming… so satisfactory. Now, she realized that even their talk about it was working on her. She was becoming aroused, all over, again… just thinking about the possibilities…
"Y-yes Stan…" she trembled. "I'd like t-to do it!"
He leaned across the table and kissed his wife, soundly, on the lips; then picking up his drink, he said, "Okay, Harry… we'll drink to that!"
It was the beginning of an exciting evening for all four of them!
It was pitch dark. Peeper Martin made his way over to Mickey Blackum's sleeping bag. He could tell, instantly, that Terry occupied it with him. She was stretched out on top of the gang leader… and Peeper didn't have to exercise much imagination as to the activity going on inside.
"Mickey!" he hissed. "It's me… Peeper!"
"Yeah… what do you want?"
"I thought you'd like to know… about some of the things I saw, tonight…" Peeper offered.
"Like what?"
"Well… like the guy from the camper's been banging that black-haired broad you were hot for…" He stopped, waiting for Mickey's comment.
"That right?" Mickey said, rolling Terry from on top of him and leaning up on an elbow. "Tell me more!"
"… And the big guy, the black-haired broad's husband was banging the other guy's wife… now they're all over in the trailer together… and they're starting a party with all four! They're all bare-assed naked… already!"
"Is that other broad the blonde one… that was wearing the hot pants…?" Mickey asked.
"Yeah… it is!"
The black-bearded leader smiled in the darkness. Damn! That's perfect! Both of them together… that cute blonde… and Vivian! His mind was working, making plans… considering the things he would like to do… would do… especially to Vivian Williams. He owed her some special treatment!
"You know, Peeper he said, grudgingly, sometimes, you come up with some pretty good ideas! Get the other guys and we'll have a council! Maybe… we'll have ourselves some fun, tonight!"
Terry McCauley snuggled up close to him, again. They were both naked. "Mickey…" she crooned. "I'm all hot for you already! Will you fuck me… first?"
"Not tonight, baby! I'm going to save it for those two broads in the trailer!" he growled. "Besides… don't forget… like I told you, before… there're two guys there, too! You can have some fun with them… if you've got to be fucked!"
There was one thing bothering her. "Okay, Mickey I understand… but you're not going to… to hurt those people are you…?"
"God damn it… I told you not to interfere with me!" he growled. "I ought to clobber you… but I haven't got time!" He crawled out of the sleeping bag to stand naked in the night over her. "So get your ass… out of there and get some clothes on!"
"I don't want to go…" she whimpered, "if somebody's going to get hurt!"
"You're going!" he said with finality… "And, nobody'll get hurt if they're cooperative! I can't guarantee anything… if somebody tries to do something foolish!"
Reaching down, Mickey drew on his pants, as he saw the other three men approaching. Yes! Tonight's the night… for fun and games!
Even though Lois had said that she would join in a group sex party, there was a certain disparity between the saying… and the doing; however, under the expert guidance of Harry and Vivian Williams, she was coaxed out of her clothing, again. All four lay on the double bunk bed, finishing up the last of another of Harry's potent drinks, and as the alcohol began to take its effect, she began to respond, sexually to Stan, on the one side, Harry on the other, while below, Vivian ran her hands, tantalizingly, over her body, her fingers, feather-light, as she stimulated the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs and moved upward to the gently, pulsing furrow, where glowing hot coals of her desire were being fanned into flame, again. Stan was kissing her, deeply, his tongue searching the honeyed sweetness of her mouth; at the same time, Harry licked and sucked at a pink, distended nipple, his big hands cupping the full mound of a breast up to his avid mouth.
She felt the building arousal, sensations of such magnitude coursing through her, that she knew it would be only a matter of a few minutes until… she would be caught, helplessly, in the grip of her passion. Never before had she begun to respond so soon… but then three people were concentrating their attentions on her. God… oh, God… so many hands… and so many mouths! They'll drive me wild! It felt so good to her… and she wanted it… wanted them… especially, she wanted her husband, Stan! It was so nice to have him there… being a part of it. It gave her an extra feeling of confidence and security.
Outside, moving swiftly, silently, in the darkness, five figures ranged alongside the Williams' trailer, waiting while the leader stood at one of the curtained windows and surveyed the erotic tableau of the two couples on the big, built-in bunk bed. Looks like they're just getting started! The big guy… with the hair must be Williams… Vivian's husband! He's the one we'll have to be careful with… he could be dangerous!
He tried the door. It was open. Good! Less chance of a slip-up! Mickey opened the door and walked, boldly, into the trailer. He was followed closely by Buck Sloan and Bill Wunder. Peeper Martin remained outside, for the time being, as a lookout. Terry McCauley was with him.
Vivian saw them first. As she saw movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head to glance toward the door. She gasped, "My God… it's Mickey!" Opening her mouth to scream, she suddenly found herself muzzled by his restraining hand, as Mickey reached her in two strides. She heard his voice from behind his black-bearded lips hiss at her, "Don't make one sound… if you don't want to get hurt."
She watched with horrified eyes, as the second man, smaller, ferret-like, clapped a hand over Lois' mouth as she struggled to sit up, from between the two men. She had heard Vivian's gasp… the swift movement of feet and realized that something was wrong.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Harry Williams gritted, coming up with both fists balled, ready to fight. He subsided, instantly; he was looking into the barrel of a.38 caliber pistol, held in the rock-steady hand of Mickey Blackum.
Stan, likewise, had sensed the danger. He had begun to gather his body for a lunge at the smaller man, nearest him, who was holding his hand over Lois' mouth. "What the hell!" he shouted. The third man, leaned forward, his gun pointing at Stan's head. "Shut up!" he warned. Stan saw a good-looking youth with pale, blue eyes and almost white hair. It was Bill Wunder. There was an absolute silence for a beat; then Harry Williams demanded, "What do you bums want?"