around the tiny, svelte figure of Frank Paynter's wife and her hands cupping and massaging the ripe fullness of her breasts. 'This?' Then she kissed Cheryl wetly on the back of the neck.
Oh, my God! She's one of THOSE women! Cheryl couldn't understand what was happening to her. She loathed the touch of the other woman… but there were those delicious sensations coursing through her, seeming to emanate from the warmth of Charlotte's hands on her breasts and spreading with the speed of high-voltage electricity throughout her trembling body. Inside her brassiere, she could feel the tiny cones of her nipples hardening, while below her loins were glowing with warmth. She was aware of the moisture between the petals of her vaginal opening. It was all happening so quickly to her… and she didn't want it to happen at all!
She writhed in Charlotte's arms attempting to escape, 'Oh, no! Please…? I couldn't! I just couldn't stand another woman to… to do things… to me!' she moaned.
'How do you know, if you've never tried it?' Charlotte persisted, allowing the smaller woman to face her now, as she kept her arms tightly about her.
'It's all wrong!'
Suddenly, she felt Charlotte's mouth on hers, and she was being kissed soundly, erotically, the other woman's tongue slipping sinuously between her lips and teeth to probe with sensual, womanly knowledge.
Frantically, afraid of her own reaction to it, afraid that if it went on any longer, she would succumb to the sensations searing her so temptingly, Cheryl broke free of Charlotte and stumbled to the door. Clawing it open blindly, her eyes dimmed by sudden, streaming tears, she fled from the pantry, crossed the kitchen and made for the stairway, flinging after her, 'I won't! I won't let you do it. Don't touch me ever again!'
Charlotte let her go. Smiling after her and knowing exactly what Frank's wife was feeling, she whispered, 'You'll be back, little darling! You'll be back for a lot more!' She was sure getting hot pretty fast! Maybe Frank doesn't really know all about his cute little wife… still doesn't know how to turn her on. Safe in her room, Cheryl flung herself down on the bed, her chest heaving with both emotion and exertion. God! I don't know what was happening to me! I was getting all hot… just because she was touching me… fondling my breasts and talking about trying woman love with her! Involuntarily, as she turned to lie supine, her own hands went up to cup her breasts, her fingers squeezing at the hardened buds of her berry-like nipples. That felt good, too! With an effort of will she took her hands away! No! That's wrong, too! I won't do it to myself, either!
None too willingly, Gene Barber had helped Frank Paynter with the firewood, huffing and puffing as his soft pudgy body protested the unusual physical labor. Now, however, he had carried a final armload of wood into the kitchen, while Frank was putting the axes and saws away in the barn.
He stood there, arms loaded, as Cheryl fled; then, he dropped the wood noisily into the box. As Charlotte, startled, turned toward him, he said, 'It sounds like you were trying to make her!'
Charlotte didn't really like this man; she had agreed to the couple only because she had recognized that Nancy, his bride, seemed to be a likely candidate to share a bed with her and Jim. She remembered having told Jim that she'd tolerate the rotund lawyer… even swing with them, as a couple, if she had to; otherwise, she intended to ignore him. So far, everything had been perfect… especially Nancy, who had entered their bed so willingly that first night.
Levelly, Charlotte replied, 'That's quite an observation, Mr. Barber!'
'Just like you did with Nancy!' he continued.
'Oh?'
'Yeah!' He came close and reached out to her, his arms going around her to pull her close. 'And, since you swing with everyone else, when are you going to make it with me?' He ground his hardening penis suggestively against her abdomen as his hands roamed down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks, massaging and caressing them through the dress she was wearing.
Pulling away from him coolly she smiled, 'Well, it's not going to be right now. I've got to start cooking dinner for this hungry bunch of people.'
'Tonight, then?'
'Maybe.' She crossed to the stove, lifted the cover of the firebox, and tossed in a couple of pieces of firewood.
'No maybe about it, Goddamnit! Nancy and I were talking about it, today… and she said maybe you'd go with both of us!' That was not exactly what Nancy had said, but he had extended her meaning a little to include a swinging trio of them.
Charlotte understood his ploy instantly. She didn't like it, but she agreed, 'That makes it better! As long as Nancy agrees to it, too, I guess I'll have to say yes.'
'That's more like it!' Gene was pleased with himself.
As Jim Harding's wife crossed the kitchen to the pantry, she threw him a lewd little smile and said, 'If you're so hard up… why don't you try to make it with Cheryl?'
His eyes lit up with interest. 'Yeah, that's a good idea, except how do I keep her husband from barging in?'
'Don't worry. I'll keep him down here with me!' she told him. 'Anyway, he's hoping somebody'll turn her on!'
Feeling that she would be more comfortable in a dress, Cheryl wanted to be doing something — anything — to make her forget having heard her husband and Charlotte in the latter's bedroom; especially, she wanted to blot out of her mind her own sensation-ridden reaction to the same woman who had been lying naked with him. There must be something wrong with her… something abnormal, that makes her that way… wanting to do it with both men and women! She shivered with revulsion, as she realized just how close she had come to letting Charlotte seduce her. Ugh…! But, it had felt so tingly and nice, too! It was that she didn't understand.
Quickly, she stripped off her heavy shirt and warm, long pants, and as she stood there before the mirror, she saw herself reflected back, her petite body almost elfin, perfectly formed, with a nice flat belly… even after having borne two children. She was proud of her ability to have survived those two ordeals so well. God! I'm so tiny… and the boys were so big when they were born! She supposed that it was something Frank would never be able to understand: why it was she had refused to have more than two children… and why she had been so distant and cool to him, refusing his love-making on too many occasions. Oh, she took her birth control tablets regularly, but somehow she didn't trust them; then too, she had been caught up in caring for the children, keeping a spotless house, and she was too tired at the end of her day for anything else. She just tumbled into bed, dog-tired, almost every night, finding it easy to protest on account of it or any number of other reasons that came glibly to her tongue. Frank had been understanding and sympathetic for a long time; lately, however, he had become more demanding, which had resulted in his warning: 'Damn it, Cheryl, if I can't get taken care of properly at home, then I'm going to have to get it some other place!'
Later, he had suggested that they go away on a much needed vacation, to some place where they could be alone. The hunting safari advertised by the Hardings seemed to be perfect. 'According to what Harding told me, this place is so far out in the boondocks that the only way in is by airplane!' Frank had told her. Finally she had agreed to it. They arranged for his parents to care for the two boys… and, here we are! There's nothing but illicit sex going on: the Hardings and Nancy Barber… Frank Paynter and Charlotte…! And, Charlotte trying something with me! Thank God neither Jim Harding nor Gene Barber have tried to get fresh with me! She was sure that she had had quite enough heartache with the knowledge that Frank had finally carried out his threat. But, I couldn't be a part of all this! I just couldn't! Id feel so guilty… and so afraid!
The worst part of it was that she realized only too well the possibilities of losing Frank, now. She'd have to keep him at all costs. That means I'll have to be a better wife…! And, that she knew had to involve sex… more sex and better sex. And, I suppose I'd have to let him do some of those nasty, far-out things to me, and get into all kinds of contorted positions!
Studying her figure in the mirror, she compared herself to that woman who was threatening her marriage. She saw the proud pertness of her breasts, small but perfectly formed, firm yet softly pliant cupped snugly in her lacy brassiere, the nipped-in reverse curve of her waist, repeated in the positive swell of her svelte hips and the soft taper of her thighs caught her attention. I've got everything she has… only she's just a little more gross, bigger all over! Actually, she's almost a big fat slob! It wasn't true, of course, but that was the way Cheryl saw her rival.
Then, she was reaching into the tiny closet to find the right dress. If she were to start winning back her husband's affection, she'd have to start dressing for him, make herself as attractive as possible, then let nature take its course.
