cock. You've left me as horny as an old bull loose in a school for virgins. If you don't suck junior off soon, he's going to shoot his stuff all over your pretty face. So come on mama. Let's feel those juicy red lips of yours sliding up and down on my big fat rod. Start eating, lover.'
Cleonora laughed again her sensually full lips barring back over even white teeth. All that ridiculous talk was scarcely necessary for her. Mark's cum was a sweet nectar drink that she couldn't really live without. She would have drunk it from a tap in the kitchen had it been available. And she would have swallowed it spurting out of Mark's penis just now, except that just as she pressed her soft, sultry red lips against the rubbery tip of his ardently aroused manhood, the doorbell rang.
'Oh Christ,' Mark snarled, but Cleo only laughed as she leaped to her feet and hurried to put on her robe. He stood up and, still gripping his cock, went over to the southwest wall of the living room, where he pressed a hidden button in the panel to open a concealed door in the wall. In another moment he was on his way upstairs via a secret stairway to the bedroom, as his wife was opening the hall door for Laura Saunders by herself.
'Hello darling,' Cleonora gushed, putting her arms around her beautiful blonde neighbor and hugging her.
'Hi,' said Laura bashfully, hugging her back. Then she stepped inside and Cleonora closed the door behind her, leading her young charge down the brief steps into the elegantly mosaic hall. Rover came prancing up to Laura's side and occasionally licked her hand as he walked along beside her.
Their hearty, affectionate welcome always made Laura feel so warm inside. When she had the opportunity, her fingers gripped the sleek fur on the back of Rover's neck, liking the smooth feel of it.
'Come along,' said Cleonora as they entered the enormous living room. 'I hope you won't mind – Mark's upstairs taking a shower. But he'll be down in a little while. Like a drink?'
'Well-I…' Laura hesitated. She had thus far managed to fend off the Franklins when they indulged – and expected her to indulge also – in the drinking of alcoholic beverages. But perhaps there was no harm in it. After all, her friends could scarcely have been described as alcoholics, and yet they seemed to enjoy an occasional drink.
'Oh, come on, Laura. You know, you're not a child anymore.'
That did it. Laura couldn't bear to be thought of as juvenile by Mark and Cleonora. They were so sophisticated and worldly. Everything they did seemed to be invariably right. She couldn't help being intimidated. They always seemed so sure.
'What would you suggest, then?' she asked.
Cleonora smiled warmly and went back of the bamboo bar. 'How about some wine? A cream sherry should be just the thing.' Without saying anything further, she bent over and took a bottle of Bristol cream sherry from beneath the bar. Taking a sparkling clear goblet from the shelf, she uncorked the bottle and poured the glass half full, then passed it across the bar to Laura. 'Go ahead, dear. It will help you to relax.'
Laura was doubtful, but the whole business had happened so swiftly that it would have been awkward to reject the drink. She picked it up and sipped it carefully, then tried to down it as if it were fruit juice. This made her sputter as some of the drink went up her nose.
Cleonora giggled and came around from the bar to slap her on the back. Laura coughed and then ventured to finish off her sherry with a second gulp.
'You mustn't bolt it, dear,' Cleonora told her too late. 'That's not water, you know. Wine should always just be sipped. I'll pour you another. Let's see if you can do better this time.'
As good as her word, Cleonora swiftly poured more of the amber liquid into her empty glass. Laura didn't think to protest as the second glass of sherry was placed in her hand. Everything happened too fast when she was around the Franklins. They had such dominant personalities and tended to push her around, but she didn't really mind. In a way it was this very dominance which reminded her so much of her own parents. Although, of course, Mark and Cleo's attitudes toward everything were much different from those of her mother and father.
She sipped the sherry this time, and took it easy, enjoying the mellow flavor. Her belly felt all warm and quivery as the sweet alcoholic beverage trickled down.
'Sit down, dear,' Cleonora told her, taking a chair herself and crossing her shapely legs. The sultry brunette had fixed herself a Scotch-and-soda and downed about a third of it as she settled into the deep cushions of the chair.
'Thank you, Cleonora,' Laura said, selecting one of the big armchairs next to the baby grand piano.
'I'm glad you've come,' Cleo cooed. 'We haven't seen you in days.'
'I've been meaning to come,' the young blonde wife said distractedly, 'but I guess I've had a lot on my mind.'
Cleonora's heart jumped as she sensed an opening. She had suspected for some time that things were not altogether perfect in the Saunders' household. Perhaps this was just the chance she and Mark were looking for. She hoped that Mark wouldn't return to interrupt before she could ferret the truth from her reluctant neighbor.
'Is there something wrong, dear? Anything you'd like to tell me?'
Laura looked around guiltily. 'In a way I'm glad that Mark isn't here right now. I have been meaning to talk to you, Cleonora…'
Cleonora reached over and squeezed Laura's slender, finely nailed hand. 'You can tell me, dear. I'll understand. Don't think of Mark. He won't be down for an age yet.'
'Well, if you really think it would be all right… oh, Cleo, I think my marriage is falling apart!' Tears appeared at the corners of the voluptuous young blonde's eyes and she took a white hankie from her purse to dab them away.
Cleonora got up and went over to her, sitting down on the arm of the big chair and putting her arm around Laura's shoulders. 'There, there, dear, you mustn't cry. Tell me about it. Control yourself. Maybe talking about it will make things easier.'
'You're so understanding, Cleo. I can't tell you how I appreciate this… you and Mark have both been such good friends to me…' And with this, Laura launched into a complete rundown of the tension she sensed between herself and her handsome young physician-husband. She didn't go into detail with respect to their sexual difficulty, but Cleonora got the impression nonetheless. After several minutes of non-stop talking, Laura finally rested, breathless from the fact that she had finally unloaded all of the heavy burden she had been carrying for some time. She looked up a little self-consciously at her mature and worldly friend. If there was any solution, Cleonora would surely know of it. Laura trusted the Franklins implicitly.
But the wealthy brunette swinger only looked very serious for some moments without saying anything, and then she got up to take a cigarette from the gold leaf box on the piano. She lit up carefully, reflectively, and blew out smoke before she said anything.
'It may just be that you're imagining all this 'difficulty', Laura,' she said at last, her manner radiating worldly wisdom. 'I've always had the impression that perhaps you haven't gained a big enough group of friends since you've moved here. Oh, it's not that we don't enjoy having you to ourselves – but you ought to widen your circle of acquaintances. You ought to get out more. You sit around and mope in that big beautiful house of yours and eventually you get depressed and don't know why. Then, this in turn makes it difficult for you to relax with Ralph, makes you tense up. Don't you think that's a pretty good analysis of your situation?'
Laura considered that. She really felt that there was more to their problem, but on the other hand Cleonora was a woman of greater experience than she. It might be that she was right.
'What do you suggest I do?'
'I think I know some people you'd enjoy meeting. Have you ever heard of the Park Palisades Women's League?'
Laura shook her pretty blonde head. 'I don't think so.'
'Well, we're mainly dog fanciers, and we've gotten together to hold regular parties. In fact, the next one is here tomorrow evening. Do you think you'd like to come?'
Laura's eyes glittered. She was eager indeed to expand her social horizons, not feeling that she had anywhere near the social knack she would have liked to have. 'Oh yes, I'd love to!'
'Good.' Cleonora took up Laura's smooth cool hands and looked deeply into her widely innocent blue eyes, thinking how enticing they must be to men like her own husband Mark. She was about to say something more, but suddenly the telephone on one of the Regency end tables rang, and she straightened up to attend to it.
