“Gotta run, baby. I’ve already wasted enough time getting Aunt Sara out of our hair, so we can go on to bigger and better things.”
“Bye, lover,” Joan whispered as she kissed him goodbye and then waved from the doorway as he drove down the street. She shivered as she closed the door, afraid of her confused emotions. It was almost as though she were being warned of impending disaster. Then, closing her mind to the threads of doubt entangling her heart, she busied herself with housework.
CHAPTER SIX
“Christ,” Bill Kent groaned, as he entered the den and dropped onto the couch. “Joan, that was the best lamb I ever tasted.”
“It was great, Joan,” Laurie responded. “I wish I could cook like that, but I can hardly boil water.”
“You’re sure as hell right about that,” Bill tossed at his wife.
“Oh shut up,” the embarrassed young redhead spat at her young husband.
“All right… all right you two,” John wheedled. “Don’t get so uptight. Cooking isn’t everything.” He turned to Laurie, “Hey, Red, you can help me with the after-dinner drinks.”
With a defiant toss of her head, the young girl got up and followed John to the bar.
“Bill, you should be more patient with Laurie,” Joan said as she sat down on the sofa beside the young husband. “She’s young and sensitive.”
“I’m sorry, Joan, but goddamnit, she really gives me a bad time. I love her and all she does is make me feel like a country bumpkin.” The young man stared across the room at his beautiful redheaded wife as she stood staring up into John’s face while he filled the liqueur glasses with cognac. “I’m afraid she doesn’t love me.”
“Don’t be silly. She wouldn’t have married you if she didn’t.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think she only wants one thing… “Bill sighed.
“What’s that?” Joan encouraged him to talk about it.
Just at that moment, John and Laurie came over to the sofa, each with two glasses in their hands. Laurie handed the glass to her young husband, and quipped drunkenly, “What you talking about? Telling good old Joan about my sexual depravity?”
“What’s this thing about sex?” John asked, handing Joan the brandy and sliding his free hand around the petite younger wife’s tiny waist.
“It’s nothing, darling,” Joan interrupted. “Bill and I were just discussing what is normal, and what is perversion.”
“Is there such a thing as ‘perversion’?” the older husband asked.
“Of course there is,” Bill snapped. “This so called ‘sexual liberation’ is just an excuse to try and make depraved people normal.”
“I wonder if that’s true, Bill,” John said, suddenly realizing that he almost wished that he still felt the same way the younger husband did.
“Look, Bill, in my opinion, sexual liberation is to learn about and accept all the wonderful things about love- making.” Joan put her hand reassuringly on the young husband’s knee and patted it, as she continued. “What do you think of wife-swapping?”
“I think it’s an easy way for husbands and wives to play around, and not have to answer for their depravity.”
“Wait a minute,” Laurie said, “if it’s ‘depraved’ to fuck a woman other than your wife, then it’s depraved to fuck anyone… even your wife.”
“Damnit, Laurie, you know how I feel about that. If you wanted to join orgies, then why did you marry me?”
“I don’t want to do that… I only want to do it with you…” the young wife was about to break into tears, her intake of alcohol had made her feel dizzy and a little sad.
Both the Kents had drunk more than their quota, but they didn’t want to appear too young. They had emptied every glass that John put in front of them… three martinis before dinner, something they never drank… four glasses of a heady burgundy during dinner, which they seldom drank… and now they were sipping a glass of cognac.
It had affected Bill more than his wife and he’d already begun to slur his words. When he started to stand up, he fell drunkenly back on the sofa. Joan steadied him and added, “I think if Bill doesn’t want to make love to anyone but Laurie, we should respect him for it.”
When the younger husband sloppily kissed Joan on the cheek and said, “Thanks, Joan, I wish Laurie was more like you,” the Stanleys nodded to each other, and they both knew that it could be done. Laurie, especially, was ready for another man, and Bill was so unsure of himself that he didn’t know what he wanted.
“Come on, baby,” John whispered to her young redhaired neighbor. “Let’s get some dance music on the stereo.”
“Great… I love to dance.” The young wife began to rock around the room, swirling and jerking in a drunkenly lewd manner. She stood close to John while he found a record they both liked and then placed it on the turntable.
Together they moved out to the middle of the floor and began to sway in time to the music. John had put on a slow tune so he could dance close, and now, he took the young sensual woman in his arms and pressed his already excited body into her clinging warmth.
She was wearing a dress that had a very revealing bodice and when he looked down, he could see that one thing she was not wearing was a brassiere – her fleshy youthful breasts were almost falling out of the neckline. Abruptly, he could feel his cock beginning to harden and he grinned, knowing that she couldn’t help but feel it also.
Laurie giggled when she felt his erection pulsating against her lower belly for her own loins and begun to tingle in lewd excitement.
The voraciously man-hungry redhead pressed herself tighter against John, rubbing her protruding vaginal mound into his painfully throbbing penis causing inarticulate moans of lust to escape his suddenly dry throat. He was just thinking about kissing her on the neck when he heard Bill and Joan getting up to dance.
“Laurie, you’re drunk… don’t dance so close to John,” Bill Kent warned his wife.
“Who’s drunk? You bastard! If I’d needed a father, I’d never have married you… I’d have stayed home with Daddy,” she snapped, as she reached up and pulled the older man’s head down and kissed him full on the lips. “So there!”
John and Joan both laughed as if it was a big joke. Joan put her arms around the young husband’s neck and kissed him, and then turning to the other clinched couple, she said, “If they can do it, so can we.”
And then the seductive blonde pressed her body tightly against the trembling young husband and began to rock and sway in time to the music. She was actually shocked when she felt his youthful penis begin to crawl immediately into erection. Wow, she thought, so soon? What’s Laurie complaining about?
Rather than give him time to think, Joan placed her mouth on Bill’s neck and began to nibble with her wetly heated lips. She used her tongue to trace moist lewd circles in his ear, and then whispered, “Think Laurie saw that?”
“Shit,” and then the young man gained control of his lust-excited brain, and added, “I… I hope not.”
“Why?” Joan whispered, “Look at her, she’s letting John put his hand up under her skirt.”
The young husband stiffened in the older woman’s arms and hissed under his breath, “She’s nothing but a little bitch.”
And then, Joan was left standing in the middle of the room as Bill turned to pick up his glass of cognac and downed the strong liqueur. He stood staring at his young wife for a minute, and then as Joan came toward him, he stepped to the bar and filled his glass again.
“I’d like some more too, Bill,” she said, as she pressed her ripely inviting body against him.
The young neighbor husband filled her glass and together they sat on the couch, sipping the amber liquid
