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She moaned incoherently and smooth velvety legs rubbed against his pants, and her hips churned against his, and at that moment there wasn't anything in the world for Howard Jamison except the now voiced desire to commit adultery with this vixen, this siren wife of his boss.

Meanwhile, Ralph was continuing his own evil plans of seduction. He kissed Cindy's earlobe slightly, making sure that it wasn't so much of a kiss as to make her draw away, and then he breathed, "Those were some fine pictures of you and Howie making love."

Cindy froze. "W-what?"

Ralph comforted her. "Now, now, don't get upset. I showed Howie some of Norma and myself going at it, and they got him excited and---"

"Excited?" Cindy gasped. "You mean that you and Norma... and then you showed them to my husband?" She couldn't comprehend this! Howard and Ralph exchanging pictures of their most intimate moments! It was unthinkable! "And... he showed you ours?"

"Of course! Everybody does that these days. Really, it's very modern and thrilling, don't you think? I mean, don't you get excited looking at pictures of people making love?"

"No... I..."

Ralph shrugged. "All right, you don't have to admit it to me. But be truthful with yourself at least."

Truthful with myself. Yes, yes I do like to see such pictures. I hate to admit it, hate to think what it makes me, but the thought of seeing others, and even myself, in the photos, does make me hot!

"It does Norma, you know," Ralph continued blandly. "In fact, she's the one who suggested that I show them to your husband. She thinks that sex is wonderful, and of course anything goes! Heh. Heh."

Yes, Norma said that in the kitchen. The lovely young wife thought again of Norma's wise words and realized that her horror and repulsion were resultant from the same orthodox, Puritan sterility of her soul that caused her to repudiate her husband's sexual needs. She winced, shaking with her abject sorrow at her inability, and revowed her commitment to be everything her husband wanted.

"In fact, I even brought along another set of pictures of me and Norma," Ralph said. "Would you like to see them?"

This time Cindy didn't reject either her own desires or the desires of her husband. "Yes," she whispered, downcast, her eyes on the floor. "Yes, Ralph, I would like to see them."

"Good!" he grinned triumphantly.

The record ended at this point, and the two dancing couples slowly drifted apart. They all sat back down on the couch, and since the martini pitcher was now empty, thanks mostly to the thirst of Cindy, Ralph proposed switching to the other liquor they had brought: rum and Coke. What he didn't bother to add was that the rum was 151 proof purple Cuban rum, a rum of high potency, known for its aphrodisiac qualities. He laced the Jamison's drinks liberally with the dark liquor, even adding a slight touch of forbidden absinthe which he had imported illegally from Spain. He served the drinks and then settled back against the cushions. "Well," he said, raising his glass. "Here's to us, everybody. Here's to us."

Everybody drank heartily at that, and then he said: "Howie, my boy, your sweet wife has evinced interest in seeing a set of snapshots Norma and I took the other day. Want to see them, too?"

Howard, the burning liquid steaming new paths of sensuality through his entrails, was at first shocked at what to him was a complete reversal of her previous position, looked questioningly at Cindy. She smiled back, nodding in agreement. "Okay," he replied, "I---I'd love to see them."

Already his lower body was on fire, his already semi-hardened cock leaping at the thought of once more viewing his boss's wife, who had promised her fair, exciting body to him but seconds before, in lascivious, breathtaking poses with her husband. His breath caught in his throat, and a clammy, trembling quality possessed his limbs. His whole being trembled with tingling anticipation as Ralph took out the envelope containing the photos, his eyes glued to the glossy evidence of their matings as his manager slowly took one after another of the pictures out and passed them around.

They were more enticing, more stimulating, more arousing than the ones he'd seen at Auto Circus yesterday! He hadn't thought it possible, but his cock shot to its fullest extremity, filling his underpants to the bursting point, making him all but leap from the couch and attack his wife with utter abandonment on the spot! And all the while, as he passed one after the other of the lewd, carnal snaps to first Cindy and then Howard, Ralph gave a running commentary.

"We made these like a progressive story, just for some added interest. See? This first one just shows Norma with her underpants down. Her dress is still on and everything. God! I had a hell of a time not ripping off everything right then and there! Isn't that a nice rear end she has, Howie? Tight, warm-makes you want to grab it with your hands!"

Howie did-but somehow he controlled himself.

Ralph continued. "Here, this one. Norma's got her sweater up over her breasts. You can see her nipples are hard; a sure sign she wants to get laid. She has fine breasts, doesn't she? And look at her, isn't she enjoying sucking my cock? Brother, did I have a hard-on that night." He smiled at Cindy, who sat staring at the photo, amazed at the size of his cock as he stood beside his squatting wife, who had hold of the base of his instrument, her eyes closed, and her tongue out and licking the head of his mammoth, red penis. Cindy groaned inwardly, and involuntarily the secretions of her vagina began to flow, making her close her thighs tightly together It only seemed to spur on the hot tendrils of quickening sex-passion which were beginning to surge through her.

"Here I took Norma while she was lying on a table. Her legs are in the air, and you can see her cunt lips stretching around it as I put my cock into her. One of my better shots, if I do say so." He passed that picture, and then told about the next: "And here is a full length view, taken while she was spread out, her legs wide, and the camera aimed up her legs, past her cunt, and to where she was sucking me off again. Notice how her pussy is all wet with excitement, and how her fingers are on her little clit and one in her cunt. She likes to beat off; finds it relaxing. This one was taken on the table also. She's putting my cock in her cunt with her hand. You can really see how nice and sweet her asshole is. It's not in this set, I'm afraid, but in another one, there's a great shot of me sticking my prick in her anus. Boy, does she love that!

"This one is one of my personal favorites," Ralph went on to explain. "I'm licking her cunt, spreading the lips of her cunt with my fingers and really digging in. You can make out her hole clearly in this one, the whole beautiful cavern where I stick my cock. I'm sorry that she didn't have her legs wider, or you could make out her asshole in this one, too."

Howard was overwhelmed, lost in the wild frenzy of seeing his boss's wife in full color, more intimately displayed in naked, close-up detail than he would have been able to see even as a casual lover. His hands quivered as he viewed the shot of her widened cunt, his breath drawing in sharply. He hardly noted his wife's own heavy, palpitating reaction to seeing Ralph's great and magnificent rod sliding in and being sucked in by Norma.

"... and this is the last one, folks. I came, shooting my cum all over Norma. She held her mouth open, and I aimed for it but you know how those things can go. I missed, and so the camera got her with my cum all over her face. You can see the droplets of sperm on her hair and eyelids, heh, heh. Some even got on her nose. Too bad; she loves the taste, too."

The last picture was indeed the crowning shot. She was crouched by his thigh, obviously anticipating the flow of his orgasm, and again, her eyes were shut. But just as obvious as her desire was the way Ralph had spewed forth his climax, covering her with a thick film of his cum. Howard trembled, dreaming of cumming the same way over Norma; Cindy moaned, a bundle of excitement and

trepidation at knowing the same was in store for her tonight. She had to please her husband. She just had to!

The lovely young wife, totally oblivious to all that lay in store for her at the hands of the Taylors, was first shocked incomprehensibly by the appearance of the pictures. But she forced herself to look at them, to drink in Ralph's lewd words, and willed her mind to forget its training and become as the others: emancipated. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see how she would react, and she snuggled against her husband, determined to follow through with her new- found commitment.

She became fascinated almost immediately, captivated by the salacious scenes of her host's giant penis and her hostess's quivering, pink rimmed vagina. Shivers of revulsive curiosity tingled through her and goose pimples erupted on her sensitive skin and she felt strangely cold. She took repeatedly large swallows of her cuba libre in between handling the photographs, shuddering from the building sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives.

Cindy's breath came in tight gasps and the burning sensation which bubbled in her stomach grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched the salacious depictions of lovemaking. Her body began to perspire and her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

Beside her, Howard was breathing heavily, squirming down on the couch. He moved closer to his wife and dropped one hand to her leg, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. Cindy froze from the unexpected contact, then placed her own hand on his, stopping further advance, gradually forcing his hand away from her tightly clenched pussy... but then another picture seemed to excite him to the point where he overcame her hand and he dipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing openly the vee of her smooth silky panties. Cindy hesitated, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him away, to once more gain her composure and modesty in front of the Taylors, the struggle would only attract attention, and anything she might say would be overheard.

Slowly she dropped her free hand to cover his; Howard continued to tease her vaginal area, probing her moist slit through the thin, unprotesting layers of cloth. She blushed and gasped as sudden waves of indecent pleasure washed over her, overcoming her desire to resist. Howard's hand became bolder as he sensed her tacit surrender. Cindy bit her lip and glanced at Norma and then Ralph to see if they showed signs of awareness, but they did not. Her husband's fingers moved in tiny teasing circles and up and down, titillating addition to the depraved pictures, and she didn't think she could stand another moment! Cindy was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her involuntarily contracting vagina! Something had to give!

It did. Ralph collected the pictures, saying, "Well, that's all there are, kiddies. I hope you enjoyed them. I know we did---both while making them and seeing them again."

"Boy," Howard said, removing his hand from Cindy's pants, "those were some hot shots. Did you see the way Ralph was pumping Norma in that one on the table? Did you Cindy? Wow!"

"Y---yes," the wife replied. She looked guiltily at Norma as though she had been spying on the other woman, but Ralph's wife looked back with pride beaming on her face. Then Cindy glanced at her husband and at Ralph, and by their expressions she realized that she was the only one out of step, that everybody else openly and without shame had enjoyed the pictures.

Swaying from the effects of the snapshots, Cindy got to her feet. She could feel the moistness generated by Howard's fingers in her vaginal area, and before things went any further, she wanted a chance to calm down, to sort things out. So much had been happening tonight, so many new things to absorb---it was too much!

"I... I want to go to the bathroom," she said, smiling shyly. "Please excuse me."

She started off for the toilet, and after she'd left the room, Ralph turned to Howard and said: "Norma here says you want to fuck her."

Howard, his eyes like saucers, fell back against the cushions, his heart hammering in his throat. "Well, I... that is..." he stammered.

"Good for you, Howie my boy. She'll give you a fine ride."

"You mean---?"

"Like I said in The Arabian Knight, Howie, sex is good, clean fun, and if you fuck my wife it won't take away any of my love for her." He smiled warmly at the still aghast salesman. "Besides, that wife of yours looks awful attractive to me!"

"You mean you want to do it to Cindy, too?" Howard choked.

"What's the matter, Howie boy? Double standard? You covet my wife, but I can't covet yours?" His voice was quiet yet slashing. "You and Norma will have a good time together; she's one hell of a lay, let me tell you. But I have the same drives, the same interest in a good pussy other than her, and so has she for other cock. We're honest enough to admit it and enjoy it."

"But I---"

"But nothing. You're the same way. You were one happy bastard with Bonnie as I recall. That didn't make you give up your wife did it? No, it didn't," Ralph said emphatically. "And neither will your fucking Norma make any difference to your marriage."

"Cindy will never agree," Howard gasped. It was the last of his defenses, and he knew it. Ralph spoke the truth; he did want to fuck his boss's wife, and he had had one fine time with that beautiful young prostitute, Bonnie. How could he argue that Ralph shouldn't have Cindy if he, Howard took Norma? Oh, God, it was enough to make his head spin! He had to stop this!

But the filthy pictures and the erotic dancing and the overabundance of alcohol had fuddled and aroused him to a place where he couldn't say no. The carnal sights of Norma mewling silently under the strong, rock- like penis of her husband tormented him, her cooing pleas while she molded her tight body to his while dancing---Christ he wanted her! But there was still the torment of giving his own wife to another man in repayment, as if Cindy would ever accept such a suggestion! "No," he repeated, "I'm not going to force her, and I know she'll never go along. Never."

"Don't worry about that, my boy. I'll take my chances along those lines. You just go to bed with Cindy tonight, make love to her, be the good husband that you are. I'll come in later and take your place. She'll never know!"

Horrified, Howard was only able to cry, "No!"

Norma leaned over, smiling with sultriness. "Yes, Howie-baby. Yes, you'll do it. You want me tonight, want me very much. You'll leave your wife and come to me, and then we'll fuck. And I'll suck you, too." She kissed him on the cheek tenderly. "Consider that it'll be good for your wife, too. A way to emancipate her, to make her into a completely free woman of the flesh. Well, this way will do it, believe me. I went through it."

His brain screaming, Howard buried his face in his hands. Could he? Could he really go through with it? He had to... for his career, for his release he wanted with Norma... and as she had said, for Cindy's own welfare. "All right," he whispered. "But maybe she'll catch on, maybe she'll turn on the light and see it's you..."

"Heh, heh. Don't worry, my boy, with all those drinks in her, she'll never even know she's been had."

"Howie!" came a drunken voice from out of the living room. "Will you come here, honey?"

Howard stared down the hall, recognizing that his wife wanted him in the bedroom.

"There, you see? She's primed and ready, Howie. Go get her!" Ralph chortled heartily as Howard staggered off in the direction of the call. "Don't forget," he called after his salesman, "I'll be in later on, but don't wait for me! Get her all hot and bothered yourself!"

Cindy had gone to the bathroom, but the tremendous, biting sensations which gripped her hungrily tingling body weren't relieved. If anything, in the privacy of the bathroom she was able to go over in her mind the set of photos, and their remembrance only inflamed her trembling loins all the more. She was being consumed by the alcohol and lust, slowly, slowly---and she wanted her husband, wanted his throbbing penis buried to its hilt in her teasingly convulsing pussy. Her cunt spasmed as though it was already in the throes of orgasm, and as she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and started back to the living room, she knew that she couldn't go in there, go in and just sit down and act normal. No, she had to have Howard NOW!

She quickly crossed to the bedroom where Howard had placed their overnight bag, and shedding her clothes, she was soon wearing a long, filmy nightie, her blond hair cascading down her back. She stripped the covers back and lay down on the bed without even a sheet to cover her and waited for her husband.

When he didn't appear within a few minutes, she called out for him, and she heard him walk toward the room. When he opened the door, she said drunkenly; "Quick! Close it, Howie."

"Cindy..." he said, again captivated by the sight of his tender young wife spread out waiting for him. "Cindy, I want you..." He all but slammed the door, and then he came to the bed, on which she had stopped lying and had now risen into a kneeling position.

"I want you to fuck me..." she breathed, unbuckling his pants. "Fuck me, Howie, fuck me..."

"What?" He could hardly believe his ears! "Did you say what I thought you said?"

"Yes, Howie!" she slurred as her hand lowered his pants until they pooled down around his shoes. She moved to the waistband of his shorts, sliding under it. She felt the soft tendrils of his curly pubic hair and the touch of his skin sent ripples of sheer lust surging through her. Her hand went still lower, contacting the head of his prick and she ran a fingernail over it. Blood pounded through Howard's loins, causing his cock to leap into erection and palpitate excitedly under her careres.

"Howie..." she moaned, pulling his underpants down. She was abandoning herself to lust, to the newly awakened fires within her; and she finally realized that she could admit her enjoyment, her arousal from the pictures without shame. "Howie, don't you want to fuck me?"

"Yes! Christ, yes!" All thought of his boss and his plans for the night were lost now as Howard began to squirm his hips. She stroked his cock and testicles, her fingers burning. He could barely contain himself to take the time to remove his clothes, and then he leapt naked on the bed to embrace his wildly hot wife. He entwined his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up, grinding his mouth down on hers, and her tongue flashed into his mouth like a purveyor of molten fire. His hand went to her nightie, feeling her trembling body through the thin material.

"Make me naked," she whispered against his mouth. "Rip my gown off, Howie, and make me naked!"

His hands bunched the garment and savagely he ripped it downward from her neck, shredding it from her taut, hard-nippled breasts and from around her pink, blond-crested pussy. She helped him by twisting and undulating, her hand still vibrantly fused to his genitals. He moved his hands down over her bare stomach, through the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, finally touching the pulsating shaft of her erect clitoris. Her loins ground in uncontrolled counterpoint to his massaging fingers and she whimpered in unrestrained pleasure, her long blond hair flailing from side to side.

Cindy continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock, feeling every ridge, every muscle of its hardened expanse. She suddenly wanted to know it better, to learn about every inch of it; she was completely lost in the torrent of passion the pictures, the alcohol, and perhaps most of all, her own mind had allowed her to experience.

"I'm going to kiss your penis tonight, Howie," she groaned. "I'm going to let you kiss me, too... down there. I want that now, Howie, I want that very

much! I'm going to do that, but I've got to have you inside me first... to fuck me until I explode!"

"Yes!" he crooned, "oh, God yes, baby, yes!" Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through Howard's flesh. This was what he had been dreaming of! This was what he had been trying to have his wife do to him for three years, and what he had thought he'd never achieve! And now she actually wanted to suck him off! Had literally begged to be allowed to do it! And all because of those pictures! How could he ever thank Ralph for giving him the Polaroid?

In that maddening moment, his rhetorical question went unanswered, for Howard's mind had blanked off all thought of what he had agreed to do, the swapping of his wife for Norma, his boss's wife... yes, that thought and any other thought except the burning, surging, electrifying compulsion to fuck his wife. Yes, fuck her, just as she'd said; first her tender cunt and then later, her sensitive lips...

But Ralph Taylor had answered that question. The manager grinned with wild-eyed lust at his wife, and Norma returned the insidious look. Then they turned their attention back to the little square loudspeaker box mounted over the head of their bed; the master unit of a three-station intercom system, especially installed so that they could monitor either of the two guest bedrooms. It was on, and the moaning, panting sounds of Howard and Cindy Jamison filled the bedroom, whipping the Taylors into further sex fever.

"Man, listen to them, lover," Ralph gloated. "She's going to go down on him, going to suck his cock for the first time. Well maybe her plans are going to be changed a bit."

His wife, whom he was fucking dog-fashion so that they could both face the intercom, turned her head around again, her features contorted with passion and urgency. "Yes, yes, you bastard, make her eat you instead. Take her then... oohhhh... but not before I cum, Ralph... not before I cum!" And with that, Norma angled her cunt up backwards, impaling her wide-stretched buttocks on the erect, thrusting spear of her husband's great, swollen penis. "More, Ralph," she whimpered. "More cock!"

And from the speaker the Taylors heard Cindy chanting mindlessly, "You're wonderful, you're wonderful, you're wonderful... and her rampaging husband's chorus of: "Baby... baby... I love to fuck you... love to fuck you..."

The two couples, one very aware of the other's mating and the other so lost in their actions as to be oblivious to any outside interference, raced with demoniacal force to their respective orgasms. Howard rocked above his lovely wife, speaking obscenely into her ear, and that in turn made her rotate her buttocks still more insanely. Cindy reacted with chills of excitement and rapture spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of her husband's burgeoning cock burrow deeper and deeper into her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me... Howie, fuck me..." she responded, not knowing that her words were being picked up by the microphone overhead. "I'm... almost there, darling!" She began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, rapturous little moans escaping from his lips. She was so wild she was going out of her mind! This is what Norma had meant, about being free! How right she'd been! Oh! Oh! She'd never known anything this good existed!

Howard increased his pace and the length of his stroke, knowing that he couldn't last much longer, feeling the volcano of his sperm-filled balls ready to erupt. Cindy raised her widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his downward thrusts, gurgling her encouragement, her every moan and word being transmitted to the adjoining bedroom and the greedy ears of her husband's boss and his wife. Howard pounded his pile- driving cock harder and harder into her eagerly sucking cunt, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her breasts until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her soft, innocent pussy open yet wider to his lashing plunges.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh!" she chanted under him as she felt her orgasm reach its pinnacle and soar into the heavens. And then she convulsed beneath him, her mouth wide, and a cry of animal delight, of pure pagan rapture, tore from the core of her being. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Never had she dreamed sex could be this wonderful!

"She's cum, she's cum!" wailed Ralph Taylor, and hammered deeper into his wife's warm, wet cavern. "Oh, Jesus, and... and I'm going to cum, too!" He felt his insatiable young wife spasm wildly beneath him, the mouth of her bearded young pussy sucking his cock feverishly, her breath spewing raggedly, and his hot, churning-sperm raced through his prick and spurted deep, deep into her voraciously contracting belly... it was a never-ending flow which caused her to cry out in indecipherable delight.

And as he overheard the banshee howls of his star salesman's climactic release, imagined the vast bursting of Howard's cum flooding his gorgeous young wife's rapidly undulating belly with surge after surge of hot semen, Ralph smiled cat-like and smug. "It's time now," he whispered to Norma. "It's time now that I change places with Howie."

As the torrent ended and Howard relaxed upon his supine wife, she in turn sighed and stretched out her legs, her heart still roaring and pounding like a mightily crashing surf. She felt Howard's penis grow limp inside her, and then he slowly slipped off of her and lay against her trembling, perspiring nakedness. He whispered in her ear, "Cindy... oh, God, darling, that was wonderful. It was beyond belief."

She kissed his cheek. "You've been right all this time, Howie. I should have let myself go a long time ago, and I sure fought it up to now... but tonight, after those pictures of Norma and Ralph, and all we had to drink, I... well, I found all the wonderful desires awakened which I'd kept repressed for so long."

Howard considered Cindy's still slurred words for a minute and then said, "I'm glad we came here."

"I am, too." She lovingly rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his stomach and side. "It's saved us, saved our marriage. Oh, Howie, I'm so sorry for what I've put you through for three years. I kept blaming you for being too demanding, and all the while it was my silly puritanical ways."

Howard was about to reply, when he suddenly felt a cold, strange hand on one buttock. He turned, unable to make out detail in the pitch-black bedroom, but the inky outline beside the bed needed no features. Howard instantly knew it was his boss, Ralph! His heart sunk in sudden shock. Ralph must have snuck in here on tiptoe---he was naked, standing there ready to take his place! A moan of abject pity broke from Howard's throat and he clenched his eyes shut in lewd remembrance of the horrible bargain he had made earlier in the evening.

"Howie? Is something the matter?" Cindy asked, her voice thick from the alcohol they had drunk.

What could he tell her? Terror seized his throat. If he blurted out the truth, that his boss was beside him, eagerly wanting to trade wives, the tremendous advances Cindy had taken tonight would be for nil. If she didn't leave him, she'd never make love with the same abandonment again. He knew it, knew how she would react to such faithless treachery. And Ralph would never forgive him either... besides, maybe Ralph was right. Maybe with all the drinks they had had she wouldn't know the difference.

"Howie?" Cindy's head was to one side, one arm covering her eyes in a sign of limp contentment. "Howie?"

"No---nothing's the matter, honey," he managed. He looked up with pleading eyes at Ralph, knowing that his boss couldn't see his expression. Ralph nudged him on the rear end again, indicating his impatience. His brain reeled, searching for answers, but instead and with instant revulsion he realized that in his helpless position his cock was beginning to stir with life again... the lewd thought of fucking Ralph's wife coming back, a betraying and prurient desire.

"I... I have to go to the bathroom, that's all," he said in a leaden voice. He knew there was no way out, that he would have to play along with Ralph, and gritting his teeth he rolled from his wife and stood up. He looked down at her, splayed with satiated abandonment upon the bed, blessed darkness hiding the full splendor of her tender, passionate body from him. A tear began to form in his eye and he numbly nodded to Ralph beside him. "I'll only be a minute," he mumbled.

"Hurry back, lover," his wife crooned. "You know what I want to do next..."

No! Howard stumbled to the door and the well of blackness which was the hall. No, she can't! She promised she'd suck my cock. Oh, if I'd only known, I'd never have gotten myself into this! He leaned against the hallway wall, choking back a sob of self-pity, anger, and frustration. It isn't fair!

Then the bedroom door was closed by Ralph, the well-oiled hinges making hardly a sound, plunging Howard into absolute silence. But only for a second, and then tender, soft hands found his chest, and a cool voice breathed in the murkiness: "Come on, Howie-baby. You've got a date with me!"

His boss's wife curled him to her heaving breasts, and Howard could instantly tell she was as naked as he was. He tried to stop himself from reacting, from wrapping his arms around her in response... but it was useless. After one frigid minute, his cock found a life of its own in reply to her rubbing stomach and thighs and lifted its head in the air...

"That's it, Howie-baby. Get big and hard for little Norma." Her words were hungry and passionsated. "We're going to have a fine time together, you and me..."

She led him into her bedroom, closed the door and by the dim light of a red-bulbed bedside lamp, crossed to the rumpled, still warm bed where she and her husband had just been fucking and listening on the intercom to the young couple wrapped in the throes of passion.

"Please..." Howard moaned. "My wife... I must..."

Norma chuckled. "Don't worry about her. I bet she's already flat on her back, being fucked silly in that hot little pussy of hers."

"No! Never!"

"Want to bet?"

"Cindy wouldn't allow another man near her!" he groaned in vain hope. "I know it! She's going to realize it's not me and scream! I know it!"

"No, she isn't. She's past that point, past all caring who it is now. After all that liquor and absinthe, and then the pictures..." Norma chuckled again. "No, Howie-baby, all she wants to do is have a man... any man. Of course," she added to placate the distraught young man, "of course, she thinks it's you in there... just like we planned."

"No! she'll know the difference right away!" he objected hotly.

"I'll prove it to you. Here, lie down on the bed." Gently she pushed him down so that he was lying on his back, staring upwards, his face evident of the mixture of horror, disbelief, and strange attraction for the beautiful, sensual woman hovering without any clothes on over him. "That's it, Howie-baby. Now listen..."

She reached up and turned the volume control on the speaker.

Howard held his breath, straining his ears. What was she talking about? Listen to what? Then he began to hear small sounds, barely audible, but they were unmistakable sounds. Soft, wet sucking noises that he had heard for the first time in his life while in the hotel room with that lascivious whore, Bonnie. He heard the noise again and he frowned at Norma. Norma only smiled back and teasingly lowered her raven-haired head down... down to where his cock was standing straight up. He jerked his loins at the electric contact of her lips upon his swollen penis. For a moment his thoughts of his wife and the strange sucking noises were lost in an explosion of idyllic feeling.

Then, from the intercom came the words: "Oh God, keep sucking, Howie... lick it! lick it!" It whispered through the room, and Howard recoiled with its blatant meaning. His breath caught in his lungs and he struggled to his elbows, wide-eyed. He tried to speak, to shout in anger... but he couldn't. Instead he listened to the sounds of movement as though someone was struggling to pull someone else back to them... and then... the wet sucking sounds again but quieter this time. Ralph was sucking Cindy's cunt!

"That's right, Howie baby. That bedroom's wired for sound. Now you believe me?"

Norma plunged back to her task, finding no interference from the frozen, horrified young husband. She slaved over his cock, enjoying listening to the words herself. Howard moaned as if in some fever, thrashing his head back and forth and unconsciously thrusting his loins upwards to meet Norma's wildly milking mouth. Oh, God. how could Cindy be allowing that to happen to her, allow another man to suck her cunt? He wished he could see them. Was his wife straddling his boss with her legs open? Was she lying on her back spread-eagled with her legs open out wide? His tortured mind painted a thousand lewd scenes of Cindy with her legs splayed obscenely out over the sides of the bed while Ralph Taylor, that bastard, plundered her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth...

Cindy had waited with tingling anticipation for Howard's return, and when the bed lowered with the weight of a man's body, she assumed it was her husband. Her head was swimming, a whirlpool of blurred thoughts and emotions, fired by the lust-provoking pictures, the aphrodisiac rum and absinthe, and her newfound sexual freedom.

"Oooooh, God," she suddenly groaned, for there was the feel of wet, moist lips gently nibbling one tender nipple. She quivered from the unexpected sensation and dropped her hand down the smooth skin of the man beside her, rubbed the palpitating belly for a moment, and then plunged to her goal.

Ralph fastened tighter on his salesman's wife's breast, beginning a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands lightly coursed over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs, and then his tongue trailed down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from Howie's wife, and then he moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. Cindy felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked her breath as his fingers spread the soft hair-covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the mountain air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip tossing the tiny bud of her clitoris, and then he spread the opening of her cunt wide with his fingertips and dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her pussy.

"OOOhhhhhh," she moaned, and he held his tongue still for a moment, teasingly. She rotated her buttocks, and he began to nibble again. She held her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back over her teeth; then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. Ralph started to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his tongue and mouth so that every little detail of her vaginal orifice was brought under his searing wet touch. She began to thrust mindlessly as the powerful pleasures coursing through her pussy took hold of her. Her husband's friend and boss slid his free hands under her white buttocks and pressed them tight to his face, locking her to him in a wet connection of tongue and vagina, her soft curly pubic hair graced tantalizingly against his cheeks.

She had feared this; thought it disgraceful and sinful in the cold sober light of logical day---but now, now that she had allowed herself to submit to it, to see if she could please her husband and herself by letting him kiss her down between the legs, a strange and masochistic wildness enveloped her. Nothing mattered but the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. She writhed and bucked beneath his lingual impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came to her tortured mind.

Ralph thrust his tongue deeper, triumphantly hearing her cries. By God, he'd struck the nail on the head this time! Howard's wife was one hot little piece of tail, he thought through the haze of passion he was experiencing as he brought this tender young beauty to orgasm. He had waited his chance and planned well; now, by damned, he was going to reap all the reward he could get!

"Oh... keep sucking, Howie! Lick it! Lick it!" she cried, her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, jerking with the thrustings of his tongue. She was on the brink of climax, she knew... not quite there... but hanging on the verge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisting crazily in her husband's boss's hair. She arched her back, the cords of her neck standing out like steel cords, her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbling deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a soulful gasp reminiscent of a dying animal.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" and then again: "AHHHHH!"

Cindy felt as if she were losing her insides as the cascading fluids of her orgasm gushed out around her supposed husband's still-thrashing mouth. She could feel it running down the crevice of her buttocks and to the sheet below. She gave one last gasp and collapsed, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of Ralph's heaving body. She could not move. The world had ended and she had been consumed in the last great cataclysm. She lay absolutely immobile, useless as a rag doll.

"Rest for a moment, darling," Ralph panted in whispered tones from below. "And then... then I want you to do me."

"Yes, darling. Anything." Cindy knew that this should be the moment she dreaded, but now it seemed like such a small thing to do for her husband who had given her such wild, delicious feelings, had made her respond so. Now she actually wanted to kiss his penis, she wanted to with all her loving heart to repay the man beside her for the ultimate sign of love he had just bestowed on her...

All the while, Howard had been hearing his wife's obscene words, words he didn't know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mewlings of passion from deep within her. Cindy groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustlings of her naked skin against the bed as she twisted and turned in response to his boss's hot licking tongue. He could picture his wife as in one of those Polaroid snapshots, her legs bent back nearly double, her whole young pussy presented lewdly up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.

And it was exciting. He was excited, he had to admit it; excited from the wet sucking noises coming from the intercom, and excited from his boss's wife sucking his wildly throbbing prick. All the time he'd been listening to his wife being sucked by the manager, Norma had been sawing her mouth around his cock, and the sight of her ovaled lips caused him to tense and jerk until it seemed to him that he was sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the head throb as though his heart was beating inside it, and he watched hypnotically, fascinated by the sounds of the lewd debauch of his wife and the sight of Norma's fleshy lips clinging as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting scene presented to him. He dropped his head to the pillow and pretended that it was his wife, Cindy, who was sucking him off. Cindy how he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth like he was doing to his boss's wife, how he wanted to shoot his own white hot semen down her throat and into that little belly of hers... Cindy...

And then he heard his wife clearly through the intercom as she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal that sounded as though his boss was killing her, although Howard knew he wasn't. She had reached her climax, and their bed groaned and creaked beneath her wild heavings. The wet sucking sounds coming from his wife's widespread cunt trailed off as she whimpered out her completion.

Howard's body was tense, and Norma's furious sucking couldn't kill the aching desire in his heart to be with Cindy now, to cradle her and comfort her as he always did after making love---and especially now, after hearing his wife being debauched as she'd never been debauched before. He wanted to run to her and bring out the same responses from his wife's lips that Ralph had, he wanted to show her---and himself---that he could do it too and just as well.

There was a rustle of bedspread and the soft sounds of naked bodies twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he couldn't make out drifted to his straining ears. Then there was the audible sound of heavy, course male breathing becoming more and more excited by the second. His boss was whispering things which by their tone were lewd and forbidden. Suddenly there was a gasping from Ralph as though he'd been knifed, and through the darkness came the unmistakable words:

"Oohhhh, God! Your mouth is like warm butter!"

Howard groaned and clenched his eyes shut, wishing to blot out the horrible image forming in his mind of his wife's sweet, virginal lips slipping obscenely down over Ralph's glistening, thick cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his own penis pressed tightly between another woman's, lips while his own beautiful, innocent wife sucked that very same woman's husband in the next room!

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard the manager groan out in a muffled whisper, and Howard jerked his head up off the pillow. He could see nothing except Norma's ever increasing passion for sucking cock, but his imagination ran amok, the low, dim form of his wife hunched on all fours over Ralph's grinding loins with his prick buried deep in her mouth emerged clearly to mind. She was not fighting it and low soft mewls of pleasure filled Howard's pain-wracked ears from her cock-filled mouth...

Cindy was surprised that the thought of kissing her husband's penis no longer repelled her as her own loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures he had just conferred upon her. Anything which made her feel that good could not be the degrading act she had imagined it to be.

When Ralph, still under the guise of her husband, had asked her, "Are you ready, dear?" she had promptly answered, "Yes, Howie."

Cindy began as slowly as he had done with her, working her way down his chest, licking his small male nipples and hearing him gasp, slowly lowering her tongue as she wetly licked his flesh. One hand grasped his hardened cock, teasing the shaft with her fingers that brought louder moans from his lips.

The position became uncomfortable for her, so she crawled over him, pushing his legs apart and kneeling on all fours between his thighs, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. Her face was at his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, then she flicked out her tongue, circling the head as he groaned and twisted beneath her. The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening at the head's end and darted into it; the sharp, pungent taste of his seminal fluid caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly from the pungent male odor. Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erection and she cupped his soft testicles, grazing her nails over the skin and curly pubic hair. She played longer than she should have, not being able to just yet bring herself to take the naked head and shaft in her soft mouth.

But Ralph could stand no more teasing. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down with his hands and tangling them in her hair, thrust his loins up. Cindy resisted by clenching her lips and teeth together for a moment, last-minute doubts racing through her mind, but was too late. His thick, spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her moist, now yielding lips and between the whiteness of her teeth and into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the stiff shaft rub the full length of her tongue and bury itself deeply. She closed her eyes to keep from choking.

"Ooohhhh, God! Your mouth is like warm butter!" she heard him cry as he began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," Ralph hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Cindy did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing again in her own body from the hardened, excitedly throbbing cock she wax sucking. She worked slavelike, swishing her tongue around and around the head, sliding it in and out of her ovaled lips...

Howard could stand no more. Yet, as the sounds of her sucking flowed from the speaker, and his own quivering penis was being expertly sucked by his boss's wife, he forgot that it was his wife in the next room with his boss, forgot that Ralph was bringing cries of newfound lust that he, her own husband, had never from his wife. It was just a woman, a hot passion- crazed woman in the throes of an act as old as time itself. He felt his cock throbbing and aching in the tender mouth of Norma Taylor, and he moaned in masochistic self-torture as he screwed his loins upwards and listened helplessly to his wife slavishly sucking at his own boss's lust- hardened penis. The wet sucking noises Cindy and Norma were both making with their ovaled lips and tongues and the grunts of pleasure coming from Ralph's mouth as Howard's wife labored over him were too much for his reeling confused brain to accept. Forgotten were the circumstances, the horror and guilt Howard felt. He was now a wild, uncontrolled animal, wanting nothing more than to ram his aching penis into the woman hovering over him. He wanted to punish his wife emphatically, just as she was punishing him by her mistaken submission to the man in the next room.

Howard locked his eyes on Norma's full, sensual lips locked tightly around his long white cock, and he moved up a bit so that she could suck in still more of his hardened length. She started using her tongue, surrounding him in a hot wet bath of saliva and tender inner flesh of her cheeks. Moaning, he pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing mouth and surged upwards. She nibbled and all her hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Howard groaned incoherently and flexed his loins in and out of the open hole formed by her lips and watched wild-eyed as his full glistening cock disappeared into her voraciously clasping mouth. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsing and throbbing between her lips.

He wanted to cum... to make her swallow his sperm so that she would know later that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again... just as his own wife was being subjected to the domination of his own boss!

In the other room Cindy continued to manipulate Ralph Taylor's prick as her whole mouth opened wide and hungrily encompassed the smooth, rubbery head, letting it sink full length in her throat. I love it... I love his penis in my mouth... it tastes so good... how stupid I've been before! The sweet young housewife went crazy with the frenzy of new emotions, thrilling to the effect it was having on the man she supposed was her husband. Her head bobbed up and down as Ralph fucked upwards beneath her. He slammed repeatedly in her mouth, over and over, and Cindy realized that she wasn't sucking his cock---he was actually fucking her in the face! And that knowledge only instigated more uncontrolled tremors through her. Yes! Yes! He was about to cum! He was about to shoot hot, sticky sperm in her mouth! Crazily she sucked her husband's boas, her tongue swirling voraciously as his blood-filled prick pumped into her slavering mouth. Her cunt began to quiver and pulsate and then...

Ralph's cock began to suddenly spasm and he yelled: "I'm cumming! Oh, suck harder! Milk my balllllsssss!" He grabbed Cindy's head and held it to him as his giant penis spewed hot jets of sperm deep in her throat. Cindy continued to suck, swallowing the gushing orgasm, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid sequence to keep from choking. She swirled her tongue to lick him dry as she heard his groans of pleasure simmer to sighs of contentment, his hands no longer pressing against her head.

The lovely debauched wife sighed and let the now limp prick of Ralph Taylor fall from her lips. Lovingly, with the caresses saved for her husband, Cindy cuddled the base of his penis, licking where the tiny tufts of hair were matted with the cum which had escaped her tightly closed mouth. A dreamlike, almost comatose lethargy possessed her, and she sank into a blissful semi-sleep of satiation...

When Howard heard his manager, Ralph, suddenly scream, "I'm cumming! Oh, suck me harder! Milk my balls!" he was past any point where the knowledge that another man was fucking his wife in the mouth would have caused anger or hurt. It only spurred on his own intense pressure which was building in his testicles as they slapped hard up against Norma's chin. This hedonistic wife of the man who was with Cindy worked, in turn, with unbearable and excruciating passion, and Howard's cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

And then, as the lewd image of his wife accepting greedily the semen from Ralph's organ whirled madly in his brain, Howard's cock jerked and a liquid flow rushed like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. Norma groaned as the first needle of fiery cum flooded the back of her mouth, filling her warm cavity and bloating her cheeks to the bursting point. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep up with the tide of cum as Howard emptied his balls relentlessly into the hungrily accepting depths of her gullet.

Howard's body quivered as he felt the lust of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflated penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling off the side of the bed. He started to rise from her, but she would not let his cock go, continuing to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him and rubbing her legs together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down the corners of her mouth. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever possessed.

He was like that when, a few minutes later, the door opened and the naked, sweat-glistening form of his boss, Ralph, entered.

"Howie-boy," Ralph said, coming over to him, "Howie, that's some fine little piece of tail you've got in there."

Howard jerked his loins, acutely aware that Ralph's wife still was nibbling and licking his penis... and in front of her own husband! He grinned awkwardly, unable to say anything except a feeble: "Yes... I heard you both."

"That's quite a gadget, isn't it? Had the intercom put in just for that reason. Really turns you on, listening to other folks banging away."

Norma finally let loose of Howard's limp and slippery cock, and sitting up, she threw her arms around her husband's neck and murmured, "Good to see you, lover. Got any more for me?"

Ralph chuckled, and to Howard's amazement, the manager's penis began to rejuvenate, restoring itself to rigid hardness. "Always," he said. "There's always some left for you..."

"Good... then fuck me, lover..."

Howard scrambled from the bed as Ralph and Norma lowered their now tightly clenched bodies to the sheet. "Howie," Ralph said as he fingered his wife's cunt, "you can stay here if you want and watch... but I left a very lonely little wife in the next room," he chuckled obscenely. "I think she belongs to you."

The salesman staggered from the bedroom and back to his own, where he saw the blurred, black outline of his wife on the bed. He went to her and slipped in beside her, cradling her in his arms. Somehow, as he felt her breathing and contented cuddling to his chest, Howard couldn't resent what had happened. In the aftermath of the carnal exchange of mates, the guilt and anger he had feared he would experience didn't materialize, but only warm, deep, complete love for his wife. Perhaps Ralph was right, he thought dreamily... perhaps when he said that making love to another woman is only a healthy, natural sport and increased one's devotion for one's mate, he really knew of what he was speaking...

"Oh, Howie," murmured his wife, nestling closer, "oh, Howie, wasn't that wonderful?"

Quite truthfully, he replied, "Yes, Cindy my love, yes it was..." He choked. "You don't know how good it was."

"And I'm going to do that to you all the time from now on."

"Good, Cindy. I'd like that."

"Goodnight, Howie," she whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Cindy," he replied tenderly and kissed her full on the lips, not caring that they were still moist from the warm gushing sperm his boss had flooded into her mouth a few short moments before...

On the Friday afternoon following that wild, orgiastic weekend at the Taylor's mountain retreat, Cindy was reading a woman's magazine in the living room of their small cottage and thinking about Howard.

She wished he were home now, wished he had not gone to Los Angeles with Ralph for a three-day automobile dealer's convention. But Ralph had insisted Howard accompany him as representatives of Auto Circus, to meet certain important people and see how the administrative end of the automobile business was handled, and he had eagerly agreed; it was what he had hoped for, he'd told Cindy, the break that meant Ralph and the powers- that-be at Auto Circus were considering him for loftier positions than the head salesman's job he now held.

Cindy, of course, had been excited for her husband and had wanted him to go to Los Angeles for the convention. But still, she harbored faint misgivings about Ralph's influence on Howard; she didn't want the Taylors to implant any more ideas in his head, ideas that went beyond the Polaroid Club and her emancipation into oral love with the man she had married. She was grateful to Ralph and Norma for what they had been strongly responsible in promoting, for she felt a new and freer woman, a more fulfilled woman, now that she had been initiated into sexual games she had always previously thought were degrading and sinful. And, too, she was grateful for them having assisted her in pleasing Howard to the very best of her abilities, giving him all that he wanted from their relationship--- and, she hoped, even more than he expected.

The young wife sighed, smiling secretly, as she remembered that night in the darkened bedroom when she had first allowed Howard to kiss her between her widely spread thighs, when she had first tasted his hard, bittersweet masculinity. A ripple of pleasure coursed through her body at the recollection of that moment---and of the recalled joys she bad experienced the remainder of their stay at the mountain cabin and the nights which had followed it in hers and Howard's marital bed.

Oh, things were so wonderful now! They were making love two and three times a night, every night, and finding new and exciting and wild pleasures each and every time. Why, only last night they had lain in the classic sixty-nine position for over an hour, their lips and tongues giving spiraling joy rides to the other as they made oral love. Howard's tongue had sent her whirling to incalculable orgasms during that time, while she had sucked and milked his prick of sticky, hot, delicious loads of sperm twice, never allowing that marvelous penis of his to escape her lips... even when it had deflated, she continued to nibble and suckle it until it once more grew to its monstrous proportions in the soft cushiony folds of her mouth...

And the pictures, too, had been an aphrodisiac for both of them. She had allowed Howard to set up the Polaroid and the timer on more than one occasion, and had posed in lewd positions before its all-seeing eye; had posed with Howard's penis inserted in her vagina astraddle him, alongside him, beneath him... but she had not allowed him to take photos of them enjoying oral love. No, that was a private thing, too private for the camera, and it was there she had gently refused Howard's insisting pleas; she just wasn't ready for that, yet, she had said (if she ever would be ready for it). At first, he had been a little put-out, but after she had showed him in every other way how much she loved him and wanted to please him, he had no longer been angry. They had looked at their pictures together, of them making love---and they had looked at the pictures of Ralph and Norma, which the Taylors had let them keep; then, when both were highly, erotically aroused, they had inverted their positions on the bed and licked and sucked one another to climax after wonderful climax...

Cindy shifted slightly on the couch as spirals of passion began to flow through her, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the plain cotton housedress she wore. Lord, but she wished Howard would be home tonight! She had never known she possessed such strong sex drives until now; she couldn't seem to get enough of her husband and his mouth, tongue, and penis.

The beautiful young wife sighed again, resignedly, and turned another page of her magazine. Well, she would just have to wait until Howard got home to satisfy her desires (no more masturbation for her! not with what she and her husband had together!). Boy, she giggled inwardly, would she give him a homecoming reception when he got home on Sunday night...

The telephone rang.

Now who can that be? Cindy wondered, rising. She went into the hallway where the telephone was located, picked up the instrument, and said, "Hello?"

"Mrs. Jamison?" a thick voice asked. "Mrs. Cindy Jamison?"

The young wife frowned, for the voice seemed vaguely familiar to her. And yet, it was not the most pleasant she had ever heard, with its raspy quality. "Yes?" she finally answered hesitantly. "This is she."

"Steve Samuels here, from the post office. You remember me, Mrs. Jamison. I was the man who waited on you when you rented your post office box about ten days ago."

A little shiver of apprehension raced along Cindy's spine as the image of the wizened, gnome-like little postal clerk flashed into her mind. What did he want, calling her at home like this? Oh, God, had... had something happened with those pictures she'd sent...?

"Y-yes," she quavered. "I... I remember you, Mr. Samuels."

"Good, good." A pause, during which Cindy had the impression the man on the other end was smiling. "The reason I called, Mrs. Jamison, "is that I have a large envelop here, addressed to you, from a certain couple in Chicago..."

The young blonde wife stifled a fearful gasp. "Chicago?"

"That's right, Mrs. Jamison," the grating voice told her. "This couple is on the department's watch list as possible purveyors of pornographic material through our mails, and consequently the envelope must be opened in front of one of the post office personnel before delivery can be completed."

Cindy closed her eyes, feeling terror creep through her breast. The exchange photos from the couple in Chicago to whom she had sent the snapshots of her and Howard! She knew that was what was in that envelope the ugly postal clerk had, knew it beyond any doubt at all. Dear God, what was she going to do!

"Mrs. Jamison? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I... I'm still here."

"Would you like to take care of this matter personally, Mrs. Jamison, or shall I"---a meaningful pause---"contact your husband?"

"No!" blurted Cindy. "No, I'll... I'll take care of it." She swallowed deeply. "Should I come down to the post office now?"

"That won't be necessary," crooned Samuels smoothly. "Tell you what I'll do, Mrs. Jamison. I'll bring the envelope out to your house tonight, on my way home. That should be around eight or so, since I have quite a bit of work to take care of first. All right?"

"I... I guess so, yes."

"Fine," the wizened postal clerk husked. "And don't worry, Mrs. Jamison. This might not be anything of a serious nature at all. For your sake, I hope not." Abruptly, he rang off.

The upset young wife stood holding the dead receiver in her hand, her eyes staring glassily at nothing. What would happen when that dirty-eyed little clerk brought the envelope to her tonight? When he opened it and found photographs similar to those she had sent of her and Howie, Polaroid Club photographs? Would he arrest her? Did postal clerks have that power? She didn't know, and confusion reigned strong in her lithe body--- confusion and a growing fear of discovery and exposure, of newspaper headlines linking her with a nationwide pornographic picture organization, of Howard losing his job and everything he had worked so hard to build...

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! Why had she done it, why, why? She should have known better than to send those lewd snapshots of her and her husband through the mails. She should have, but she hadn't; and now, she was going to have to pay the devil his due...

She flung the receiver down in its cradle and ran into the kitchen. She needed a drink, badly! In the cupboard under the drainboard, she found a half full bottle of vodka and in the refrigerator some quinine water. She mixed herself a strong vodka-and-tonic, without ice, and drank it down in two swallows. The fiery warmth of the liquor raced through her bloodstream, causing her face to flush. Another, mostly vodka this time, and she returned to the living room, aware only when she sat down on the sofa that she had brought the vodka bottle with her.

The rest of the afternoon, and the early part of the evening, was a torment for young Cindy Jamison. She finished all of the vodka in the bottle, becoming very high but seemingly not high enough to take the edge off her fear and apprehension. She kept glancing nervously at the clock; time appeared to crawl. She chain-smoked the nonfilter cigarettes she had been smoking since high school. Finally, eight o'clock approached and Cindy began to pace the living room like a sleek, lithe panther, her head swimming from the vodka and the imagined possibilities of what was to come.

The doorbell rang at four minutes past eight.

The sudden sound startled the distraught young wife so much that she seemed to stagger forward, in danger of falling. Her heart hammered crazily in her chest. Have to compose myself, she thought blurrily, stubbing out her latest cigarette. She took a deep, shuddering breath and then went into the foyer and opened the door.

Steve Samuels stood on the porch outside, smiling his wicked, leering smile. He held a large manila envelope in his right hand. "Good evening, Mrs. Jamison," he breathed.

Cindy repressed a tremor of dread at the sight of the postal clerk. She had not liked him that day in the post office, feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable under his beady stare, and now that she had seen him again face to face her discomfiture grew by leaps and bounds. She was completely repelled by this gnome-like man, and afraid of him in the bargain. But there was nothing she could do now, under the circumstances, except admit him to her home.

She managed, "Won't... won't you come in, Mr. Samuels?"

"Thank you," he said, and stepped past her, his right arm brushing casually over the swelling bosom of her housedress, feeling to Cindy like a reptile's touch on her clothed flesh. She almost gasped with revulsion. Had the contact been accidental? Or had he...? She shook her head, trying to clear away some of the vodka swirl, and closed the door. No use thinking such thoughts, she told herself, no use at all...

She led the way into the living room, uncomfortably conscious of the clerk's eyes on the swaying motion of her voluptuous young buttocks. She turned abruptly once in the room and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Samuels."

Samuels nodded, grinning, and sat in the middle of the couch, his eyes moving restlessly over the nubile flesh of the young wife as she seated herself in the armchair some feet away. They feasted on the soft, warm satin of her exposed thighs where the housedress had pulled up. Goddamn! he thought. Oh, Jesus, but she's a hot looking little piece! Oh, this little Mrs. Cindy Jamison is going to be the best one yet... the best of all of them! I can't wait to put my cock in that sweet tender mouth of hers... in her clasping little asshole, too! I can't wait to fill her up with loads and loads of my hot sticky cum...

Cindy became aware of the direction of the civil servant's eyes and hurriedly tugged her dress down low on her knees, pressing her columnar legs tightly together. She said tremulously, trying to pretend as if she was totally sober and in complete command of the situation, "You said something about this envelope for me being from a couple in Chicago who were on the postal department's watch list. What exactly does that mean, Mr. Samuels?"

"It means," Samuels explained with a gap-toothed smile, "that we at the post office have a book which contains the names and addresses of known pornographers and subversives. This box number is on that list... as the senders of dirty, lewd photographs through our mails in the past."

"But... but such a book is illegal!" protested Cindy.

"Not as far as we're concerned," said the wizened clerk. "We have to look after the interests of the American public, and preventing the wanton use of our mails for filth is in those best interests. A new postal regulation has been passed recently, allowing us to open mail at will if we suspect it contains harmful or subversive material."

"How can there be a law like that?" Cindy found herself becoming righteously angry. "It's unconstitutional! It's... almost Communistic! This is a democracy, not some... some dictatorship!"

Samuels drew himself up indignantly, his eyes flashing. "That's right, Mrs. Jamison. This is a democracy. And it's our job, as public servants, to see that it remains a democracy! If we allow filth and disgusting Fifth Column propaganda to be freely distributed throughout this great land of ours, what will happen to the foundations upon which our government is built? They will collapse, that's what! Filthy Commies will take over, as they're trying to do right now all over the country. They've got a toehold in our colleges and universities already, trying to subvert our education system, but they won't succeed in the government agencies, mark my words! We'll stop them, dedicated men like myself, empowered by our great Congress with the authority to crush subversion and drug shipping and yes, pornography, for garbage such as that is rotting the minds of our clear-thinking youth. It's all a Communist plot, Mrs. Jamison, every last bit of it!"

His eyes glittered almost maniacally, and the young housewife drew back in fear and trepidation. What kind of man was this Steve Samuels? Spouting rightist-extreme policy and belief, and yet having a position of authority in the post office. And, most terrifying of all, he seemed to possess an evil expression that forewarned her of the presence in his brain of the self-same lewdness against which he spoke so vehemently. She trembled violently as a possibility entered her mind: what if this little, ugly man who sat across from her was... insane?

"So don't talk to me about illegality and Communism, Mrs. Jamison," Samuels continued. "This country is at last coming to its senses, and none too soon, let me tell you." He paused, swinging the manila envelope out in his hand, extending it to her. "Now then, let's see what this little parcel contains, shall we? Let's see if there is any sickness and evil inside that must be crushed."

Cindy took the envelope with trembling fingers, handling it as though it were a bomb which might explode in her hands. "If... if what you say is true," she managed to quaver, "if you can open the public's mail at will without their knowledge, then why did you call me and tell me this had to be opened in front of a postal employee?"

"A good question, Mrs. Jamison," chuckled the civil servant. "And the answer is simply that I find myself feeling benevolent at times, when I suspect that something demeaning is being sent to a person who might deserve a second chance. In other words, Mrs. Jamison, a person who is not a leftist Commie or a sick perverted soul; a person who has made one mistake, and should, because that person is basically good and honest, be given a second chance. I think you're the kind of person, Mrs. Jamison, and I want to help you. I wouldn't want to see you exposed as a Commie, or a sex degenerate."

The lovely wife shuddered, for there was an oily, frightening quality to Samuels's voice that contained the consideration of things unspeakable. And his eyes... his terrible eyes... they seemed to be stripping her of her clothes, boring through her naked flesh underneath...

"Now then, Mrs. Jamison," Samuels said. "Let's open that envelope, shall we? Right now. I want to see what's inside."

Cindy willed her quaking fingers still, and managed to tear the top off the manila envelope. She reached inside, withdrew the contents partially. As she did so, Samuels suddenly leaped up and took two long strides across to her and jerked the contents out of her hands, causing her to gasp and draw back in fear against the cushions of the chair.

Samuels limped back to the sofa and sat down with the material which had been in the envelope. His fingers rifled through it, and his smile grew wider, more venereous. "Aha!" he cried. "Just as I expected!" And it was: photos, six of them, bound together with a paper clip---and if the top one was any indication, they were some of the best he had ever seen in sharpness and detail. There was also a typewritten letter, and another typed sheet.

Samuels's fingers were palsied with excitement. He had known intuitively that these were what was in the envelope when it had come into the post office this afternoon, and he had had to resist an immediate impulse to open the envelope. Better, he finally decided, to bring it out here to this young bitch Mrs. Cindy Jamison, have her open it; it was the chance he had been waiting for! But he had to make sure her husband wouldn't be home, so he could have her all to herself, and thus he had called the automobile agency were he had learned Howard Jamison worked--- Auto Circus---and asked to speak to him, thinking to find out surreptitiously what time Jamison quit work for the evening so as to plan his attack accordingly. His elation had been huge when he learned that Howard Jamison was out of town for three days, in Los Angeles for some kind of convention. He had immediately, then, called this haughty bitch and made his appointment for tonight; as he had hoped, she had become nervous and frightened by his call, and had been partaking of more than one glass of liquor. She was nice and high now---and he had something in his pocket which would make her even higher. Oh, everything was working beautifully! He was really going to fuck this beautiful young wife tonight! Fuck her like he had never fucked anyone before in his life! His cock throbbed with anticipation and excitement.

He tore the paper clip off the pictures, and looked through them. Lewd, disgusting... good, good, just what he had hoped for! He glanced through the letter, his mouth salivating slightly, and then looked up at the fear-immobilized young wife. "Mrs. Jamison, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, allowing yourself to be duped by these filth peddlers. You're very lucky I've decided to take pity on you and want to help you; very lucky. Listen to this: 'Dear friends,'" he quoted from the letter, "'Many thanks for your photos, which we've just received. They weren't bad, although some of them were lacking in detail; the camera angle seems to be wrong. You might try using closeups more often. We've discussed them at length, my wife and I, and have decided you're probably new at this so if there's any help we can give you, don't hesitate to ask us. We've been exchanging photos with other couples for some time, and have quite a bit of experience. Enclosed are some of our best shots, to give you an idea of what we mean. Hope you like them, and will be sending us others in the future of yourselves. Welcome to the Club. All best. Signed, Tom C.'"

Grinning obscenely, the postal clerk cast the letter from him. "Filthy, isn't it, Mrs. Jamison? Disgusting!"

Cindy could only nod her head numbly, staring out of rounded eyes at the man who sat on her sofa. The vodka was causing her temples to throb, and she tried to will her mind clear, so that she could think what to do, what to say. But it was useless; she had drunk too much, and the forceful, depraved nature of Steve Samuels appeared to have put her into an almost trance-like state.

Samuels picked up the second typed sheet from his lap, and read through it salaciously. It was a description of each of the return pictures, with side comments of a lascivious quality; the comments were numbered, and the venereous government employee saw that a corresponding number had been inked into the upper right hand corner of each photo.

He glanced up, licking his lips, his eyes fixing on the fear-whitened face of Cindy Jamison. "Come over here, Mrs. Jamison," he commanded harshly. "Come over here and sit next to me on the couch and look at these photos. That's part of your lesson Mrs. Jamison. You must look at them and listen while I read these lewd, filthy descriptions to you. Do you hear me, Mrs. Jamison?"

"No!" she heard herself cry out. "No, I... I won't! Oh, God, I can't!"

"The hell you can't!" Samuels's wizened face turned more ugly. "You'll goddamned do what I tell you to do! That is, if you want me to go on being kind, Mrs. Jamison. If not, then I'll take these to my superiors, I'll report you, I'll make out like you've been sending these dirty things for months and months now. I'll ruin you, Mrs. Jamison, maybe even have you put in prison for violating our postal laws! I can do that, don't think I can't!"

Cindy stared in abject horror at this... this monster who sat across from her. Could he... could he actually do what he had threatened? Could he have her put in jail? Well, why not? He was in a position of authority, and if he lied and perjured himself, they would still take his word over hers---especially with that letter and these photographs. Oh, God, then she was completely at his mercy! Completely at the mercy of a man who was surely insane!

Quaveringly, the fearful and tormented young housewife stumbled to her feet and groped blindly to the couch, sitting next to Samuels fighting down the dread which rose in her throat at his nearness. His eyes feasted on her flesh, and he repressed a desire to grab her, throw her down, rape her right here and now; slowly, must go slowly, better that way, he told himself, oh, am I going to fuck you tonight, you snooty young bitch, I've thought of nothing else for the past week...

Cindy's hands would not remain still, and she didn't want him to know the extent of her fear. Something to occupy her fingers, yes that wax it. She reached out for the package of her cigarettes on the coffee table.

Samuels put out his hand, claw-like fingers touching the back of her soft wrist and causing her to pull back as if she had come in contact with a snake. The venereous postal clerk smiled. "Won't you have one of mine, Mrs. Jamison? They're very good, a special blend..."

As he spoke, he removed a slender brown, crudely formed cigarette from the inside pocket of his sports coat and handed it to her. She took it automatically, perhaps suspecting in her liquor---and fear---fogged mind that it was more than just a plain cigarette but beyond any rational consideration of the fact at that moment. She placed it between her lips, allowed him to light it for her with a battered Zippo.

She inhaled deeply, tasting harsh, acrid smoke and coughed instantly, even though her lungs were accustomed to unfiltered cigarettes. "Draw slowly on it, Mrs. Jamison," Samuels's voice intoned authoritatively. "Then hold the smoke in your lungs awhile before releasing it... yes, that's it. Now you've got it. Again, Mrs. Jamison. It will relax you," he intoned hypnotically. "Again, again... yes, and again..."

The smoke no longer burned her throat and lungs, and Cindy began to experience a subtle relaxing of her muscles, of the edge of fear and near- hysteria which the vodka she had consumed had only brought into sharper focus. From somewhere in her subconscious a single word fought its way into her drugged conscious: Marijuana. And, in that moment, she knew what the brown cigarette was, knew fully and completely. And yet, instead of frightening her, she felt only gathering relaxation, as if it didn't matter that she was smoking pot. It was the liquor combined with the narcotic effects of the marijuana and the mind-numbing fear of the weaselly little civil servant which brought about this state of mind; young Cindy Jamison, as she finished the joint, was in a state of almost hypnotic submittal.

Samuels, realizing this, smiled salaciously. "Here," he commanded as Cindy put the roach butt out in the ashtray. "Here's another." She accepted it, almost gratefully, and he lit it for her; this one would really do the trick, he thought exultantly, she won't have an ounce of resistance left in her when she's smoked this joint down.

He watched with salivating lips as she inhaled the sweetish marijuana smoke and finished the second reefer. Then, his cock ever-hardening in his pants now as the moment of his conquest, his subjugation, of this proud, snooty young bitch drew near, he thrust the set of photographs into the young wife's hand. "Now look at these pictures while I read what it says about them to you, Mrs. Jamison. That's it. Look at the top one now, number one. Good, good..." On and on his voice droned mesmerically.

Perspiration blurred Cindy Jamison's vision as she focused on the first photo. Full color... sharp and clear detail... extreme closeup... Samuels's soporific voice, reading from the typed sheet of paper in his hand: "'Here is one of our favorites, my wife and I in action. Note how she's lying on that waist-high table, with her legs raised up and ankles locked around my neck. You can see my cock half-buried in her cunt, the way she likes it. This is a good position, because it allows the camera to see all, even the pussy hairs, and at the same time gives the woman plenty of pleasure.'"

Cindy gasped at the look of sheer abandoned lust on the face of the young, full-breasted, brown-haired woman in the photo... at the intense, passion-sweating face of the tall, shaggy-haired man fucking into her with his immense penis. Then, at Samuels's direction, she flipped to the second picture. The wizened postal clerk read: "'This one shows my wife and I sixty-nining. She's licking my balls, the way she likes to do, while I have my tongue shoved all the way up her cunt. If you look closely, you can see that I have my finger in her asshole...'"

Another picture... another lewd, provocative pose... another detailed, salacious description read aloud by the sweating, salivating government employee, Steve Samuels. And as Cindy looked at the photos, heard the words ringing louder and louder in the room around her, she began to experience a rippling of excitement, of passion in her stomach and loins. She tried to will it away, tried to tell herself it was wrong, this wasn't the time, this wasn't the place... but the sight of the photos was too much for her. She had learned, with her husband Howard, the new stimulation of erotic photographs, had been conditioned now to them so that they brought about the same sexual upheaval inside her each time. She was powerless to prevent the flowering of her cuntal passage to secrete forth the juices of her passion; she had been excited earlier in the day, thinking about the previous night with her husband, wishing he were home so that they could make love, and some of that excitement had still remained in her body even with the apprehension at Samuels's call and subsequent arrival. The vodka and the marijuana had only served to heighten it, and the photos had brought it bubbling forth now.

The young wife squirmed restlessly on the couch as she stared at yet another photograph---this one of the handsome couple on a huge armchair, the girl with her legs spread wide over both arms and the man kneeling on the cushion between them, his cock pressed into the wide-splayed pinkness of his voluptuous wife's pussy. Cindy's nipples were hard now, under the housedress, and she began clenching and unclenching her thighs as Samuels's voice intoned hypnotically in her ear, repeating lascivious words over and over until they were the only ones she heard: cock... cunt... fucking... sucking...

Her dress had ridden far up on her thighs now with her convulsive movements on the couch, exposing the panty-covered mound of her slowly moistening womanhood. Further words caught in the depraved postal clerk's throat as he saw the tremendously enticing sight of the "V" between the beautiful young woman's thighs being exposed to his lusting eyes. His prick seemed to be throbbing madly in his pants, and he could feel drop lets of seminal fluid emanating from its unseeing eye. He had to fuck her---and soon now, before he blew his great buildup of semen into his underpants instead of into the alluring flesh of the passionate young wife next to him!

Samuels's hand trembled as he reached out with his claw-like fingers and settled his sweaty touch on one of her smooth, alabaster thighs, the digits clenching like talons as he squeezed the soft, resilient flesh.

The sensation of his reptilian-like touch penetrated the liquor and drug haze of Cindy Jamison's mind. Her eyes widened, pulled away from the picture and down to where the wizened clerk's hand now slid along her smooth inner thigh, climbing higher toward the target it sought... She emitted a low cry of terror, the spell of her desire momentarily broken, and threw the photo graphs down on the floor as she jumped convulsively to her feet. She stood there, trembling with anger and fear, the emotions which had been erased by the marijuana and the stimulating effect of the photos, but which had been brought back to the fore by the touch of this gnome-like man.

"Don't you touch me!" she screamed at him, her voice slurred and tremulous. "Don't you ever touch me again, you... you pervert!"

A fiery flush of anger turned Samuels's face the color of eggplant. He jumped to his feet, his own body shaking with anger and with desire, the front of his pants bulging obscenely with the girth of his immense penis.

"You goddamn fucking little bitch!" he screeched. "You can't talk to me like that! You'll do what I say, and you'll like it, or I'll see to it you go to jail for ten years! I can do that, I told you! You bitch, you bitch, what right have you got to call me names? You little whore, you've been sending lewd, filthy pictures of yourself through the mail, and don't think I don't know it! I saw you fucking like a mink with your husband, legs spread out with his cock up your cunt, so who are you to act so high and mighty around me! I'm a public servant, a man watching out for the best interests of the people, and you're nothing but a lawbreaking little bitch exhibiting your hot little pussy to anyone who advertises they want to see it!"

Cindy recoiled as if struck. She stared at him, confusion returning to her mind to reign supreme. "You... you saw the... the pictures I sent?" she faltered.

"Goddamn right I did! I made copies of them, too!" screamed the half-crazed Samuels. "I have those copies in a safe place, Mrs. Jamison, and I promise you if you don't cooperate with me I'll take them and these here to the postal authorities! I'll fix you good if you don't play ball with me!"

Oh, God, oh, God! Cindy Jamison's tortured mind cried. For in that moment she knew that there was no recourse for her, that this ugly, toady little man had her completely at his mercy. And she knew what he wanted of her, what he meant by "cooperation"---and she would have to submit to his whim. If not, he would make good his threat to ruin her, ruin Howard, send her and possibly even her husband to jail just for using their privacy as they saw fit; she had no doubt at all that he would do as he threatened. She was backed into an impossible corner, and the knowledge was like choking bile in her throat in spite of the liquor and the drug to deaden the impact. She was trapped, trapped... there was no one in the whole world to whom she could turn for help!

Samuels was advancing toward her now, saliva running out of the corners of his cruel mouth, his face flushed and sweating, the front of his pants still bulging hugely. He extended his hand, and then he said, "I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Jamison. I'm going to fuck you now, here, right in your own husband's bed. And you're going to let me do it; you're even going to join in. You don't have any other choice, Mrs. Jamison. If you don't let me fuck you, fuck you in any way I want you to, then I'll do what I said I would. Well, Mrs. Jamison? What's your answer?"

Cindy almost collapsed to the carpet under the staggering weight of his ultimatum. No place to turn, no place to run... trapped... at the mercy of this insane man... her mind chanted confusedly. I have to obey him, I have to save Howard... yes, and selfishly to save myself and our future...

"Please," she implored, her face going slack with her conviction and her eyes looking at nothing, lifeless. "Please, I'll do whatever you ask. But out here... not in the bedroom, not in my husband's bed. Please, you can't ask that of me..."

Samuels's laugh was ugly and obscene. "Can't I? Well, I am, Mrs. Jamison. I am. Now take me to the bedroom, or I'll pick you up and carry you. The bedroom, Mrs. Jamison, and be quick about it! My cock is about ready to explode with my cum, and I want to save every last drop for you!"

A cry of utter and complete helplessness tore from young Cindy Jamison's throat, and she spun on her heel and ran blindly down the short hallway at the other end of the living room. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she was sobbing uncontrollably as she flung open the bedroom door and threw herself on the bed. She lay there, moaning piteously for a moment, then she heard footsteps, heard the door close, and she swung around. Samuels stood there, and he had the fly of his trousers open, had his underpants drawn aside and the thick expanse of his penis was in the palm of his right hand, its huge, bulbous head seeming to point like a finger of doom at her.

"Take off your clothes!" he hissed. "Now, damn you, right now! Can't you see how my prick just aches for those soft little lips of yours to close around it?"

Cindy moaned again, a torture-wracked sound, but she obeyed with spasmodic fingers. She removed the housedress, pulling it over her head, then shrugged out of her bra and panties. She sat huddled like a defenseless child, naked and afraid, on the edge of the bed. Samuels's breath quickened to a harsh, nasal wheezing as he viewed for the first time in actuality the vibrant, bronze and white body of the beautiful young wife. Son of a bitch, this was going to be fine! Oh, he was going to ravage the shit out of that soft, tender flesh of hers... make her scream for him and his huge, quivering prick...

His palsied fingers tore at his clothing, ripping the garments from his thin body. At last he stood before her, naked, his huge venous cock oscillating like an arrow outward from his loins. He stroked it hungrily for a moment, then commanded in a wheezing voice, "Get up on all fours on the bed. I want you to suck my cock. Do you hear me, Mrs. Jamison? I want that soft, sweet mouth of yours licking all around my cock!"

"No-nooo!" wailed Cindy miserably. "No, please...!"

"Do what I tell you, Mrs. Jamison!" The wizened postal clerk flung himself onto the bed, spreading his legs wide, his great prick jutting upward and throbbing redly. "Now crawl like the bitch you are between my legs, Mrs. Jamison! Do it, and do it now! I'm not going to tell you again!"

I can't, I can't! the tortured young wife's mind protested. But she had no choice, no other alternative, and so her body obeyed his harsh instructions. She crawled between Samuels's open thighs like a whipped puppy submitting itself to further degradations at the hands of an inhuman master, and lowered her head almost to the tip of his upthrust cock.

Tears filled her eyes, and her tongue came out several times to moisten her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears, not daring to look, and then told herself she was doing this for Howard, for their marriage, for all that the future now promised. And then, with one last moaning, piteous cry, she reached out and grasped his swollen rod between the fingers of her right hand and began to stroke the palpitating flesh lightly, further arousing the already lust-bubbling Samuels until groans of joy rendered from his lips.

"Goddamn you, hurry up and suck it! Suck my cock, suck it, suck it!"

His hips thrust upward, but she pulled back her head, out of reach in a reflexive abhorrence of the act she was being forced to perform. Samuels reached down and entangled his hands tightly in her soft blond hair, trying desperately to guide her head down to meet his forward- leaping manhood. His own head was lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the helplessly contorted features of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off now! He could feel the semen boiling in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot lava.

"Hurry, hurry!" he grated. "Suck it, bitch, suck it!"

Suddenly, Cindy, realizing the complete hopelessness of her position, was seized with a tremendous need to perform the obscene task he demanded of her and get it over with as quickly as possible. She did not like the implications of the tingling, rippling passion which was once more seething in her genitals at the prospect of again taking a male member between her lips, even such a member as the one belonging to the blackmailing postal clerk. She was becoming aroused herself---the liquor and the marijuana were responsible, she prayed to herself---and she had to get this finished and over with before she became so excited that she began to enjoy her subjugation.

Her head plunged forward and down. Samuels felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her young lips close over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glans opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid seeping there. His hands in her hair tightened, and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam hard against the back of her throat.

"Uuuuhhhhhhh!" mewled Cindy around the hardened, invading rod of flesh.

"Oooooooooooooooooaaaaahhhhhh!" Samuels cried in lust-crazed fervor.

Cindy twirled her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head of his cock. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise she had acquired over the past week. He watched her convoluted lipstick-rimmed lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid penis. The sight of her sucking him increased his arousal higher and higher, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with the desire to end this terrible subjugation, make him cum in her mouth and thus write finish to the whole sordid business. She sucked hungrily, making the cockhead jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive and with a mind of its own. Her rich, firm breasts danced wildly below her pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view the wizened civil servant was viewing.

"Suck it, suck it, baby, suck it!" he urged her on, dropping his head back on the bed heavily. And still the young housewife slaved on, her body glistening from the tiny droplets of perspiration forming from her labor. The pressure grew and grew in Samuels's balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it all as he neared the pinnacle of his release...

And then, suddenly, he did not want to cum just yet... did not want to eject his maddening buildup of semen into her mouth. No, he had a better idea, something he had wanted to do to her from the very first time he had seen her, something he had thought of several times since then. Now he was going to have his chance!

He was going to fuck her in the asshole!

He was going to shoot his fiery hot seed deep, deep into the depths of her virginal young bowels!

His hands entangled in her hair now pushed upward instead of forced downward, drawing his saliva-soaked cock from the young wife's soft, still sucking mouth with a smooth wet sound. Her eyes blinked open uncomprehendingly, her face glistening with sweat, her lipstick wet and shining with her spittle and the beginning droplets of the wizened gnome's semen.

"W-what is it?" she gasped dimly.

"Turn around and lean forward! Hurry, goddamnit, I'm ready to cum any second now!"

"What... what are you going to do?"

"You bitch!" He grabbed her roughly, twisted her around so that her softly rounded buttocks were trembling before his gaze, then raised up on his knees behind her. His eager fingers reached out, fitted themselves into the smooth crevice between the twin white globes and slowly drew them apart, reveling in the wet, lubricious feel of her feminine emissions. His throbbing cock was pressed to the satiny soft surface of one of the defensively quivering moons.

Cindy tried to cry out as she suddenly realized what the man wanted to do to her, but he removed one hand from her buttocks and shoved her head down hard against the rumpled bedspread. Ripples of horror flooded through her. Oh, God, oh, God, not that! No, I won't let him, I won't, I could never forgive myself...

She tried to twist away, but his thumbs were like steel talons, imprisoning her, spreading wide the tiny puckered ring of her unused rectal passage. "Going to fuck your asshole, going to fuck your asshole, Mrs. Jamison, oh, shit, oh, goddamn it!" he drooled, raising his loins, bringing the hard, rubbery head of his immense cock upward so that it teased along her naked rectal opening, poised at the tiny wrinkled ring.

"No!" she screamed in agonized protest. "No, no, you can't!"

"Just watch me, you bitch! I'll teach you to send filth and Communistic garbage through our mails! I'll teach you!"

And then, with a brutal, sadistic lust, the venereous postal clerk suddenly rammed forward, his cock soaring into her tightly virginal passage with savage, unmerciful force, never stopping as it tore through the membranous canal like some terrible instrument of exquisite torture.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Cindy in helpless pain and subjugation, and then the cry changed to strangled gasps as Samuels again flexed his buttocks to drive his invading cock deeper into the softness of her anal channel. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing yet again as he thrust still deeper into her rectum, into the warm forbidden depths of her anal passage. The pressure pushed her forward, pushing her head down harder on the mattress. Oh, God, Howard's mattress! Samuels began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls of Cindy's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, with one last savage lunge he buried the last throbbing inch of his tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight anus.

"Aaarrrrggghhhhhhhhhh!" the hopelessly impaled young wife wailed. "Oooohh, God, it hurts! It hurrrttttsssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts too much!"

You'll take it, and you'll scream for more! the postal clerk thought triumphantly. Before I'm through, you'll beg me to fill you up with my hot sticky seed, you damned aloof bitch! He flexed again, and again, and again...

And suddenly, in order to alleviate the terrible pressure in her rectum, to force him to cum there as she had tried vainly to force him to cum with his cock in her mouth, Cindy Jamison began to grind her buttocks back hard against his penetrating cock. Her anal passage was becoming accustomed to the great weapon imbedded there, and there were renewed tinglings of a horribly rising desire in her loins! It was impossible--- how could she feel desire at a moment of degradation such as this? But it was true; her relaxing of her defensively clenched anal muscles in order to bring him to climax had unleashed a new torrent of unwanted passion in her body.

As much as the thought appalled her, she was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private secret passage!

She was sobbing in a commingled mixture of frustration and self- loathing and desire as she fucked in ever increasing rhythm back against the salacious invasion of Steve Samuels. She involuntarily rolled and flung her buttocks back against the forward-driving shaft, feeling it worming deep around in her belly, feeling his testicles slam resoundingly with each forward lunge down against her naked, well-lubricated vaginal lips.

She 's gone wild, she 's gone wild! Samuels thought exultantly. She's mine, all mine, I've conquered another of these haughty young bitches for my own private amusement!

The pressure in his loins was intense now, and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away now, only seconds... He heaved and bucked like a rutting animal, emitting snorting, drooling sounds of sheer lust as he fucked long and hard and deep into her, his fingers digging cruelly into the soft, tender flesh of her buttocks, drawing blood there.

And then---

He was there, oh, Jesus he was there!

The wizened clerk began to chant crazily, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" and his cock began to jerk out of control sunk deep in the warm softness of the young wife's bowels. Cindy felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the swinging cauldrons of his testicles and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning buttocks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her flailing body.

It was over. At long last, it was over...

Or so she thought in that single, terrible moment of the climax of the rutting, wheezing man sodomizing her.

She collapsed forward finally, pulling his rapidly deflating cock from her anal passage with a painful wrench, and lay panting and sobbing, totally subjugated, totally enslaved, totally sick at soul. Samuels fell across her, cradling his head in the soft hollow of her back, his wet rubbery lips kissing the sweat from her smooth, satiny skin...

It was not long before the postal clerk's penis grew once more into erection, before he turned the limply yielding young wife over on her back and spread her legs wide and proceeded to fuck into her open cunt with long, hard, brutal strokes until he filled her aching cavity with more torrents of cum. He fucked her again, after that, first making her suck him to hardness once more while he probed her already widely stretched rectum with his middle finger. He performed other and still wilder atrocities on her flesh until Cindy, in her wildly churning mind, thought she would surely go insane with the knowledge of what he was doing to her, of her own enslavement to this evil, depraved man.

And yes, she thought she would go insane, too, from the fact that she had almost reached climax three times during this long, orgiastic night! For she was aroused by his ministrations, by his lewd teasing, by his ravaging penis, aroused and joining willingly in. At the beginning, she had tried to convince herself, as she had while he was sodomizing her, that she was only doing it to make him cum, to end this as quickly as possible. But then doubts began to linger, and she wasn't sure. Had she somehow become so completely subjugated that she was now a lover of the same sick acts as he? Oh, God, oh, God...

Finally, as the first rays of dawn drifted through the bedroom window, Cindy Jamison slept... slept with the terrible fear that she had lost something on this night, something good and innocent... and had gained something indefinable which would completely reshape her future life. Her dreams were nightmares, and she awoke groaning helplessly when the sun was up full later on and she was alone...

As he was about to leave, just past dawn, Steve Samuels had stood fully clothed over the naked, sleeping form of the naive young housewife he had just conquered and leered down at her. Look at her sleeping there, curled into a fetal position, he thought. She thinks it's over, that tonight is the end of me, that she's paid her price. He laughed triumphantly. But she hasn't, not by a long shot. There are plenty of things I can and will do to her---I and my faithful friend, Ringo. No, Mrs. Jamison, this isn't the end at all. It's just the beginning for you...

The darkened room with the drawn blinds looked strangely unfamiliar to Cindy when she awoke. It was her own bedroom, no question about that; there was her dresser, her white ruffle-lined vanity, the cane-backed chair next to the full-length mirror... She stretched her hand along the bedcovers, feeling the soft material with her fingertips. Yes, it was her bed in her own bedroom in her own house---but in another sense, it wasn't.

It wasn't because the love, the marital bond which had united this lovely young wife with her husband had been broken here, right here on this bed. It wasn't because no longer did these four walls enclose a sanctuary of wedded harmony, no longer was there the presence of emotional ties. Her bedroom had become just another bedroom; her bed just one of many.

She might just as well have been in a third class hotel.

Cindy moved and felt an excruciating pain just over her left eye. She sunk back, groaning aloud. Her head felt oddly thick and it was difficult to think. Every muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots. She lay still, then recalled the horrible dream she had had last night.

The obscene, sickening debauch of her mind and being by some lewdly grinning man the piteous wife could still picture the bullet-shaped, microcephalic head and the little, beady, blood-shot eyes gleaming lasciviously, and his croaking voice demanding... demanding that she... that she...

The impact suddenly hit her.

"My God, it had actually happened!"

In spite of the pain, Cindy sat up quickly. She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, looking into it quickly.

"My God," she moaned, "it did happen. It wasn't a nightmare!" Heavy lines marred her fresh, young skin. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her head as though she had aged years since yesterday. She sagged against the washbasin for a long minute, literally torn apart now with her inner torment magnified tenfold, feeling as if millions of tiny, invisible, execrable creatures were slithering across her skin, dirtying it, defiling her body so that she would never be able to make herself clean again. She stood naked on the throw rug next to the shower stall and looked down at her breasts, at the fresh bruises which centered around the nipples. Then she looked down her smooth curve of stomach to her raised pubic mound, at the dried and alien sperm matting the soft triangle of hair, at the still- inflamed cunt lips which that man---that beast---had so abandonly manipulated into desire with his hot, hard penis and later with his thin, swirling tongue. She thought how the postal clerk had fucked her, sodomized her (as she thought of his probing cock buried in her anal channel, she automatically tightened her sphincter muscles, causing her to moan, for her whole backside and anus were sore beyond belief)---how he had forced her to participate in every lewd act imaginable. And worse, far worse, was the indelible, terrifying suspicion that she had enjoyed it! That the drug, the liquor, the intense sexual frenzy of the government employee had eventually made her respond with wild abandon, as though she was with her own husband, her loving Howard, and not that evil-incarnate and his blackmailing threats.

She thought about all of this as she stood and looked down at her nubile nakedness, and the filthy, unseen organisms seemed to scurry faster and faster along every conceivable inch of her velvety surface.

A low, barely audible moan escaped from Cindy's lips. Frantically she twisted the lucite handles on the shower unit built into the tile wall of the stall, bringing forth a thick stream of water. She adjusted the shower head until the spray became needlepoints of water, cool at first, then hotter and hotter until clouds of vapor began to billow upwards, making the bathroom seem like a hazy, humid sauna. Cindy stepped into the stall, gasping as the scalding water beat against her skin and turned it to a bright crimson hue. But she made no move to leave, to escape the burning cascade; instead she stood fast, her mouth open and her eyes shut, enduring the pain as if it were some divine punishment, some taste of hell, for her transgressions.

For five minutes Cindy withstood the torrent, blanking the pain from her mind, soaping her abdomen and her rectum and her vagina in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the crawling things. Only when the water heater emptied and the spray became cool again did she step from the stall. She stood once more on the circular throw rug, this time dripping wet. Wet--- but not clean. Oh, God, would she ever be able to feel wholesome again?

Briskly, almost as if she were heaping further punishment upon herself, the agonized young wife dried herself with a large fluffy jacquard towel. Her body, tingling from the abuse of water and cloth, glowed a burnished red. She padded naked back to the bedroom and dressed quickly, choosing a light green blouse which buttoned at the throat, and a full, wide skirt which her husband had once described as "innocent- looking" and "totally lacking in sex appeal."

Still her head throbbed. Rubbing her forehead, she went to the kitchen to make some coffee and try to think. Think... and as she concentrated on her guilt, shame, and of the reasons causing her remorseful actions, her head ached still more. It was impossible, she realized. The situation was beyond her ability to handle. She couldn't cope with the postal clerk and his demands, couldn't fathom her own aroused nature, couldn't untangle the spiraling whirlpool of events which had been happening since the gift of the Polaroid. She became dizzy as her brain spun around, casting before her mind's eye quick glimpses of all that had taken place lately, much as a carrousel parades a kaleidoscope of ever changing animals as it turns before an uninvolved bystander.

She had to do something, that she knew. She couldn't let it be forgotten; neither her own mind nor her conscience would allow that. She had to talk to someone, to purge her sickened soul, to seek advice and comfort. Her husband? Yes, yes, he must be told, Cindy thought. Howard is strong, he would understand...

Her hand reached for the kitchen telephone extension, then paused. What could she say? He was in the middle of a convention, talking business and his mind totally filled with facts and figures and automobiles. So say she was able to locate him, to get him on the phone long distance. So then? She tried to compose her words in her mind, becoming almost ill as the bitter memories stirred within her. Each time she thought of things to say to him, she realized that what she truly wanted to tell still would not come.

Howard would never understand, she finally had to admit ruefully. She was incapable of properly explaining long-distance that her desire to help their marriage had resulted in her renting the post office box and sending for the Polaroid Club pictures. How her actions had betrayed her, how the postal clerk had forced her to do his bidding... and how her own body had betrayed her. No, it wasn't fair to her husband to suffer a moment because of her failings. She still loved him as before, perhaps more now, with the burned-in knowledge that she, alone, should suffer for her transgressions. As she lowered her hand, she was determined to protect Howard, no matter how it might hurt her.

She knew that never again could she curl up in his lap and playfully nip at his ear with girlish innocence without thoughts of the horrible previous night. This would be her penance alone to bear and the scar would last as long as she lived. Time might dim the memory but could never erase it.

That much was settled. Howard, her unsuspecting, trusting husband would never know her secret. But she was still faced with the torturous problem of what to do about her predicament. Who could she turn to? Who among her friends and acquaintances could she trust to understand? Understand and have the experience to be able to guide her through these troubled paths? Marsha? Pauline? Gladys? No... they were good at bridge and gossiping, but not at advice of this nature. There was no one.

Wait there was one woman, a woman who outwardly was more brazen than Cindy cared to think about... but who upon many occasions had shown friendship and sympathetic, earnest support. Norma! Norma Taylor, her husband's boss's wife. Yes, after that get-together weekend at the mountain cabin retreat, Cindy was positive that the lovely woman was interested in her, in spite of the fact that Ralph's different social sphere prevented them from being close friends. She would know what to do, Cindy knew. If anybody would know what to do, Norma Taylor would.

Quickly Cindy thumbed through the little phone number book beside the regular directory, locating the Taylor number and address Howard had penciled in when first he had been hired by Auto Circus. She feverishly dialed the number, impatiently waited as the phone on the other end rang... and rang... and rang. Wasn't Norma home? Oh, God, she had to be! Please, she had to---

"Hello?"

"Norma? This is Cindy Jamison."

"Cindy?" The voice was low and gentle, obviously full of warmth. "Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of calling you and inviting you over for lunch some time this week."

"You were?"

"Certainly. Our husbands being away and all..."

"Could... could you make that luncheon date for today?" Cindy asked hopefully. "It... it would be appreciated. I have... something to talk to you about."

"Of course. I have some leftover roast beef, and I'll make some sandwiches and we'll have a nice chat. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful!" Cindy said, breathing almost with relief. "What time?"

"Mmm, in about an hour. Say at eleven."

"I'll be there!" Cindy promised, and hung up.

The Taylor home was in another section of town. It wasn't in the finest area, but neither was it in a tract development as was the Jamison residence. It was in the lush, green hills bordering the western edge of Morriston, catching the morning and noon sun, but having a cooler late afternoon and evening than the majority of flat, fertile land around it. Cindy drove her car---a Volkswagen Variant 1600--- through Morriston and up the winding, narrow streets, pulling the sun visor down as the sparkling rays blinded her eyes.

The Taylor home was an older one, built around the middle twenties when the national economy was booming and no end was in sight. The chicken was in every pot, optimism that the world was without further war and the country was forever prosperous overshadowing the gathering dark clouds of the future. As a result, the original owner had gone all out to build a house sturdy enough to last long after he was gone---prophetic enough, for he committed suicide a few years later, on that Black Tuesday in October, 1929. The house weathered the Depression with a succession of owners, and then later the Second World War, Truman, the Korean conflict... and as designed, it looked as warm and comfortable as when new.

Oh, the kitchen had been remodeled twice, and the cellar redone and paneled into a game room, and the backyard gazebo removed and a swimming pool installed, but basically it was the same sturdy home it had always been. The Taylors had bought it shortly after they'd been married. It was then far out of their price range, but Ralph had gambled on his ability and as a result he was happily ensconced in an ever growing real estate investment. He had no desire to move. It had all the things he wanted of a house. It was in a fashionable, well-kept neighborhood; it was surrounded by well-grown trees and shrubs which provided privacy; the people on his block were of the kind without children and with connections; and it gave him and his wife an aura of being respectable, settled citizens of the community.

Cindy drove up the circular drive and parked in front of the wide verandah. The scarlet bougainvillea entwined around the latticework, and a yellow and black butterfly flitted among the green shrubs, finally landing on the head of a metal statue. The statue was of a small, brightly clad Negro jockey, forever offering a ring to tie one's horse's reins to. The butterfly took to the air as Cindy passed the statue and stepped to the front door.

Norma answered the door. She was dressed in a striped silk sheath with a white leather belt around her slender waist. She was barefoot and held a cooling drink in her hand. She said, smiling, "Come in, Cindy. So good of you to come."

"Thank you, Norma." Cindy stepped in the house.

"I was out on the back patio," Norma continued, walking down the hall. Cindy followed, clutching her purse nervously. They went from the hall through a sitting room filled with furniture of the Empire period, then through a pantry and out into the backyard. The screen door gently closed behind them, the pump brake on top of it hissing slightly.

The backyard was mottled with shafts of sunshine intermingling with areas of shade. The patio was covered with more lattice, hardy grape and honeysuckle vines growing around and through the slats. Norma sat down in a metal lawn chair and waved her hand to the one next to it, indicating for Cindy to sit down as well. The glass-topped table before them had a platter of sandwiches on it, a condiment dish piled with pickles and olives, and an earthenware pitcher filled with wine.

Cindy first looked at the food. She wasn't hungry, not at all, but she knew that she would have to eat so as to not offend Norma. Then she looked out on the broad expanse of lawn and thought how peaceful, how serene and healthy it was. Not at all like the sickness which pervaded her inner being at that moment, made her quiver and want to die. She was suddenly brought back to reality by a gentle touch of fingers on her shoulder.

Startled, she looked around at Norma, who was frowning slightly with concern. The wife of her husband's boss was saying, "... haven't heard a word I've been saying, have you?"

Miserably, Cindy shook her head. "I'm... sorry, Norma."

"You haven't been yourself since you arrived. Aren't you feeling well? The flu perhaps?"

"No... no," came the choked response. "I'm fine. Really."

"No, you're not. I can tell, Cindy." There was a long pause, then, a silence which was louder than shouted words. Cindy didn't know what to say, how to begin... if she dared. She had had the courage to call, and s