calmed down somewhat, and Jill came to join her husband on the sofa.
'Well, darling,' she said, exhausted. 'What do you think?'
'About what?' Tom answered, breathing heavily.
'About this whole thing… everything that's happened.'
Tom paused a minute, gazing into his wife's eyes, and then he drew her to him across the sofa, kissed her fervently on the lips, and settled her down in the crook of his arm.
'I think, Jill… I think that no matter how strange this all seems. How unreal and dreamlike… I think that it's wonderful. Maybe only this crazy an occurrence could have brought us back together.'
'Ummmmm… I think so too, dear.' 'But what about tonight? Are you game to go one more round?' Jill paused, and then giggled again. 'I'm so tired.' Tom laughed, and pulled his beautiful young wife even closer to him. `We don't have to go if you don't want to,' he said. 'Do you want to go?' 'Yes, I think so. That is, if I can get some rest this afternoon.' 'All right… I want to go too.' 'You're sure?' 'Absolutely.'
And Jill threw her arms around her husband, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Yes, she wanted to go! She wanted to give the new Jill Parker free rein to grow and mature… this new being that gave her such an overwhelming sense of freedom, of worth, and of happiness. She knew it would be difficult, because the old Jill would always be present, watching and condemning. But she also knew that that old being must be vanquished, and could be vanquished.
These past two days had been the finest of her life, for not only had she learned the secrets and the wonders of her own flesh, but the marriage which had been so shaky upon their arrival was now firmly cemented on a rock-solid foundation. She had realized what the cause of their problem was… truly realized it, because Tom had known all along and had told her all along. She had been unresponsive, frigid, refusing to understand the basic needs of her husband and how the unfulfillment of these needs could lead to frustration, anger, even a kind of hatred destroying the marriage completely.
But she understood those basic emotions now, because they were her emotions as well. She needed fulfillment as much as Tom did… perhaps, since she was still a neophyte, even more than he… and with her understanding of that came her understanding of many other things as well. She and Tom could now talk together, about the past and the present and the future, about life and love and sex; they were able to communicate, something they hadn't been able to really do all along, on a mental level as well as on a physical one. Tom's love for her was rekindled, grew into a raging fire… and her love for him was stronger, more inspired, than it had ever been.
Jill turned her face up to her husband's, and found Tom already dozing off She shook him gently, and then whispered to him gently.
'Come on, darling, let's go to bed. We've got to get some rest before tonight.'
'Uhhhhh?' Tom grunted. 'Oh yeah, to bed.' He got up, taking Jill by the hand, and began to make his way toward the bedroom. 'Are we going to take a little nap?'
Jill smiled, and squeezed her husband's hand tightly.
'That depends on you, darling.'
The party began at 8:30. Jill and Tom had wakened at about 7:00, dressed, and made their way through the back garden to the Sommer's cottage. By 8:30, the entire group had assembled, and Jill looked around with some embarrassment at the other executives of Jamieson Advertising, and their wives. It struck her as odd, somehow, that they all looked completely normal that there was nothing to distinguish them as participants in this illicit and exciting society of group sex.
Of course, Jill had seen John Barnett before, at very close quarters. John's wife was named Laura, and she was a stunning beauty; tall, redheaded with huge, high breasts and slightly pouting lips. Jill wondered why John would ever have any need for other women, Laura Barnett was so incredibly attractive.
Besides themselves, the Sommers, and the Barnetts, there were two other couples present. Will Prescott, the first vice-president of Jamieson, was a tall, suave, sophisticated man in his late thirties, with the unmistakable expression of a man of the world. He was dressed expensively, as was his wife, Edie. Edie Prescott was blonde and slender, with tautly rounded breasts and a wide, full lipped mouth. Her hair flowed down onto her shoulders like spun gold, and her laugh had a musical quality that was contagious.
George Wellington was another account executive, but older than Tom. He had flashing green eyes that testified to his sharp wit and quick intellect. He was heavy set, with thick black hair, and he moved about sensuously like a cat about to pounce on his prey. His wife, Beth, was small and symmetrically proportioned, with beautifully rounded hips and pert, eye-catching breasts; her eyes were huge and mischievous, and her lips with a sensuous pink in the tanned hue of her face.
Jill liked both couples on sight, and as the evening progressed, her opinion of them grew by leaps and bounds. They were carefree and full of life, and knew how to have fun. She laughed a lot, as they did and as the others did… and she consumed a great deal of liquor. After awhile, the softly lit room seemed to whirl pleasantly, as if with a motion of its own; she knew she was high, but the euphoric feeling was all too perfect to sober from. She kept right on drinking with the others.
There was a sudden shout from one end of the room, and Jill turned to locate the source of the yell. It had come from Harry Sommers, who was grinning and standing next to his wife Gay, his arm about her shoulders. 'Can I have your attention, everybody?' she said. 'All of you come over here and gather round. I've got a little surprise brewing for Tom and Jill Parker, the new members of our little group.'
'You going to show them how it's done, Harry?' John Barnett shouted, and everyone in the room laughed.
'No, John old buddy,' Harry shouted. 'You are!'
Everyone turned laughingly to John, who was not in the least daunted.
'That's all right with me, Harry!' he yelled. 'You just pick the lucky lady.'
'Let's all get undressed first,' suggested Beth Wellington, who by this time was quite tipsy. 'You can't judge a book by its cover, you know.'
Again everyone laughed, but was quiet as Jill spoke up.
'I'm sorry,' she said apologetically, 'But I don't understand what's going on.'
Harry came over to her, and put his arm gently around her shoulder.
'It's nothing, Jill. This is just a little game we play with all of our new members. You might call it a kind of initiation rite.' Everyone standing around laughed appreciatively.
Jill felt her heart pounding with trip hammer speed in her chest, and her wetly throbbing cunt was tingling with the beginning flow of her lubricating fluid. She knew that this game, whatever it was, could only lead to an evening of… what? She hadn't allowed her mind to really consider the potentialities inherent in a party like this, a party of swingers of the magnitude of Harry and Gay Sommers, for the simple reason that she might not have come if she had. There was still inside her vestiges of her old self, paled considerably by the emergence of the new Jill Parker, but nevertheless still alive and with a strong voice which only passion seemed to muffle. And so, knowing this, Jill had both unwittingly, and by a conscious effort put such considerations far back in her mind, refusing to dwell on them at all.
Now, however, the voice of her old self was growing loud and shrill in her brain, demanding to know what kind of lewd, carnal debaucheries she was allowing herself to be a part of, what new perverse activities the evening held in store for her. And yet, with the advent of that voice, there also came growing arousal… perhaps the weapon of the new Jill Parker in order to combat and destroy what remained of the old. Her nipples hardened beneath her blouse (she did not have a bra on), and her warmly tingling cunt continued to flower with the juices of her passion. She caught her breath sharply, standing rigid and waiting for some further explanation.
'It's very simple, Jill,' Harry continued. 'It's a way to… well, to get everybody warmed up, so to speak.'
'You don't have to get me warmed up,' laughed Will Prescott. 'I'm hotter'n a pistol right now.
'What we'll do,' Harry continued, laughing, 'is to all strip down, completely naked, and watch two of the older, wiser, and more. experienced members of our little group perform for us.'
Perform? The word chilled Jill to the very marrow. Did she have to watch two other people making love? Was this a part of it? Horrifying visions of her husband hunched between the spread legs of Gay Sommers came back to haunt her, and Jill trembled.
