hanging, stubbornly, to the head of it.
'Hell!' he murmured, relaxing down into the soft mattress. 'The real fun begins when Vivian and your husband get back here…! And you're sticking around… until they do!'
Lois flushed. 'Oh, God… I–I couldn't face them… now!'
'It's all evened up!' he grunted. 'They have to come in here… and face us… but with Vivian… there won't be any problem… It's Stan who'll kick up a fuss, maybe…'
'Oh, God… I–I wouldn't know what to say… to him!' She was worried… probably unnecessarily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fully clothed, again, sexually satiated, feeling the closeness of the intimately shared experience, Stan and Vivian walked out of the stream bed, up the bank and regained the road.
Stan stared in disbelief. 'I'll be damned! It looks like somebody's stolen your car!'
He was more surprised to hear her trilling laugh. He looked at her questioningly, 'And, you're not worried?!'
'Not yet!' she smiled. 'I think… that it's just Harry's cute way of letting us know that he knows… about us!'
'I hope to hell you're right… because I don't remember locking it up… when we left it here! It'd be a perfect setup for a car thief… and I feel kind of responsible…' he explained.
'Let's start worrying about it after we get back to my trailer… Okay?' She looked up at the sky. 'It'll be dark pretty soon… so we'd better start walking!'
'I'm sure glad it's only about a half-mile!' he grinned. 'I don't think I could make it… if it were any farther!'
'Why… Stan, darling… you look pretty strong to me!'
'Well… I'm a little rusty… I guess!' he kidded. 'I haven't had much fucking, lately… and you just worked my tail off!'
'Poor dear!' she commiserated. 'All you need is a drink… and a little rest… before the fun thing of the evening really begins!'
'I'm afraid I don't follow you…?'
'If my guess is right… that Harry's the one who took the car… then he saw us… and knows what we were doing!' Vivian explained. '… So… that means, he went after your wife… and if I know Harry… he's screwed her already. I wouldn't be surprised if we found them going at it… when we get back!'
'Christ! Do you really think that?'
'Yes I do… and there'll be nothing we can do except go in… and talk it over!'
'Talk about what?'
'About us… them… all of us… together…'
'You're way ahead of me, again!' He was exasperated.
'It could develop into a nice, swinging party… with all four of us!' she suggested.
'You're kidding! Lois'd never go for that!'
'Let's wait and see! Harry could have changed her mind… about a lot of things!'
'God… I don't know! I just don't know! It's kind of far-out…'
'It's going to be fun!' she assured him. 'More fun than you've ever had before… believe me!'
After she had begged, tearfully, Harry had, finally, allowed Lois to get dressed, and he, himself, pulled on his pants and shirt. He was mixing fresh drinks, when Vivian came through the door of the trailer, followed by a sheepish looking Stan Brewster, who was more than a little uncertain about the whole thing. He didn't dare look at his wife, who sat, demurely, at the breakfast nook… and she, in turn, kept her gaze averted. The fact that she was there said it all… for both of them…
It was the Williams who carried it off. Vivian bustled over to Harry, patted him on the cheek and gave him a kiss, remarking, at the same time, 'Harry… I brought Stan back with me! He was very good to me…'
Harry handed Stan Brewster a drink, then carried the other one to Lois. Handing it to her, he said, 'You've got a rare gem of a woman here, Stan…! And, Vivian and I'd like to get to know both of you… even better than we do, now.'
Going back to the built-in bar, he made two more drinks. Stan didn't know what to say. He took a large swallow of his drink and sat down opposite Lois.
Williams was going on, 'Shall we drink to it…?' He hoisted his glass up; Vivian, drink in hand, beside him smiled encouragingly at Stan.
Stan was perplexed. 'If I understand this right… Vivian was suggesting that we… join you in…' He stopped, not quite able to articulate it, correctly.
'In a swinging party…?' Harry queried, looking at his wife, Vivian.
'Yeah… swapping… or group sex… I guess you call it?' Stan said, '… In the long run… I guess it's sort of up to Lois…' He reached across the table and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him square in the face. 'How about it, darling?'
He saw the scratches on her face and arms and knew that it was she who had crashed through the underbrush, on the bank, above them… while he had been driving his cock deep into Vivian's soft belly. His wife had seen them! She knew… just as he knew… or could guess accurately about what had happened in the Williams' trailer, a few minutes ago.
Lois' deep blue eyes were glistening with tears, as she looked into her husband's face. 'Oh, Stan…!' she sobbed. 'I didn't intend… f-for anything to h-happen… but it went on and on… a-and pretty soon… I–I couldn't help it! It j-just happened…!'
'Do you… want to do it…?'
'You mean… stay here… and do it… some more… all four of us…?'
'Yes… that's what Harry means!'
It was such a strange turn of events… so confusing to her and yet her coupling with Harry had been so, all- consuming… so satisfactory. Now, she realized that even their talk about it was working on her. She was becoming aroused, all over, again… just thinking about the possibilities…
'Y-yes Stan…' she trembled. 'I'd like t-to do it!'
He leaned across the table and kissed his wife, soundly, on the lips; then picking up his drink, he said, 'Okay, Harry… we'll drink to that!'
It was the beginning of an exciting evening for all four of them!
It was pitch dark. Peeper Martin made his way over to Mickey Blackum's sleeping bag. He could tell, instantly, that Terry occupied it with him. She was stretched out on top of the gang leader… and Peeper didn't have to exercise much imagination as to the activity going on inside.
'Mickey!' he hissed. 'It's me… Peeper!'
'Yeah… what do you want?'
'I thought you'd like to know… about some of the things I saw, tonight…' Peeper offered.
'Like what?'
'Well… like the guy from the camper's been banging that black-haired broad you were hot for…' He stopped, waiting for Mickey's comment.
'That right?' Mickey said, rolling Terry from on top of him and leaning up on an elbow. 'Tell me more!'
'… And the big guy, the black-haired broad's husband was banging the other guy's wife… now they're all over in the trailer together… and they're starting a party with all four! They're all bare-assed naked… already!'
'Is that other broad the blonde one… that was wearing the hot pants…?' Mickey asked.
'Yeah… it is!'
The black-bearded leader smiled in the darkness. Damn! That's perfect! Both of them together… that cute
