'Oh, come off it, Jill.' Harry said calmly. 'From what you've told me, it's obvious that you're frustrated sexually. You're not at all frigid like your husband thinks. You've just never been opened up to all the wonders of physical joy.'
Jill's ears pounded and she shuddered from the casual vulgarity of this man she had trusted. 'Just because… because… of what I told you has happened between my husband and myself doesn't give you the right to assume I… would allow you liberties… so disgusting as… as.
Harry's lewd laugh interrupted her.
'I'm… I'm going to tell Tom on you, do you hear?' Jill screamed hysterically.
'That won't do you any good. He's probably out getting his fill of strange pussy right now, and even if you tell him later, he won't believe you.' Harry stood up, an obscene grin across his face. 'And if he does, I could say that you propositioned me and that we ended up screwing half the night away. Now calm down, Jill, and be reasonable.
Jill stood in agonized silence for a long moment. Oh God, what can I do? With the instinctive intuition of a woman, she knew that Harry would not hesitate to do as he threatened, and Tom, as impulsive and resentful toward her as he was, would probably believe him. But she just couldn't sit back and let the incident be forgotten, could she? Could she?
The tears came in a torrential rush then, and Jill turned and flung herself across the room and out the door. The door slammed behind her, cutting off the sardonic laughter of Harry Sommers.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry Sommers stood where he was for a moment, his laughter gradually settling down into a wide, toothy grin. Everything had gone just as he'd planned, even better than he'd planned. Now if his wife had only been as successful in her part of the bargain
'Gay?' he called, and then smiled at his voluptuous young wife as she came out from behind an inconspicuous bamboo curtain set up in one corner of the room. dressed in a provocative housecoat that barely concealed the dark aureolas of her firmly ample breasts.
'That was quite a performance darling.' Gay smiled back at him. 'You almost had me convinced you meant it.'
'Ah, but I did,' Harry teased. 'Every word.'
'Fuck you' the beautiful brunette said good-naturedly.
'Right now?' Harry asked with surprise.
Gay laughed, and crossed the room to press her ripely seductive body against that of her husband.
'You are completely incorrigible, dear husband. Did you know that?'
'Well, I should be,' Harry grinned. 'I work damn hard at it.'
Again they both laughed, and Harry brought his wife over toward the sofa.
'Did you get the pictures?' he asked.
'Of course I did. Have you ever known me to fail? But I was worried for a minute that she'd hear me.'
'The way she was bombed? Where are they?' Gay moved across the room, and brought back a Polaroid camera and four fresh pictures from behind the bamboo screen, spreading them out for her husband on the coffee table.
'Nice, don't you think?' she queried.
Harry nodded his head, and examined all the pictures closely. The best one was where the young wife had her head thrown back while he held a nipple in one hand and used the other hand up between her legs. What made it so good was Jill's wanton expression, her sensuous lips wetly parted, the look of hot implacable hunger on her face! It was too bad he hadn't been able to go all the way with the innocent little Jill Parker, but there would soon be other chances for that, especially if the plan worked out as well as it had in the past. Besides, the four pictures spread before him were damning enough.
'Harry,' Gay said, lifting her husband's face from his perusal of the photographs, 'Do you think Tom Parker will buy all this? I mean you said he thought his wife was frigid, and if that's so..
'Of course he'll buy it,' Harry answered her. 'What husband wouldn't buy it, when he sees pictures like these? And besides, since he thinks his wife is frigid with him, it'll make him all the more angry when he thinks she isn't as cold with somebody else. Don't you remember, that's just the way it was with the Barnett's.'
Gay nodded, and moved to the sofa. Just six months ago, in fact, she and Harry had used very much this same plan to initiate John and Laura Barnett into their little club. John Barnett had been at that time a freshman copy editor with Jamieson Advertising, and had in many ways resembled Tom Parker. And now, he and his wife were two of the most exciting and innovative members of Jamieson Advertising's unofficial and clandestine swap club.
Gay stretched her sensually alluring body out on the sofa, allowing the robe she was wearing to fall partially open, and reveal her warm nakedness underneath. She smiled as she saw her husband's eyes follow the slit in her robe down the length of her provocatively exposed body.
'Why don't you come on over here and stretch out, darling?' she breathed, with seductiveness. 'You must be all hot and bothered after your little performance with the cute little Mrs. Parker.'
Harry smiled at his wife, and crossed to the sofa. Goddamn, but she was the most perceptive wife a man could hope to have. She had seen immediately that the episode with Jill Parker, though deliberately planned, had still left him excited from the sight and feel of the young woman's enticingly innocent young body, and his wanton excitement always excited her in turn.
'Why, what could you have in mind, Mrs. Sommers?' Harry teased, as he sat beside her.
'Oh nothing, dear, nothing at all…' But her actions belied her words as she carelessly began to unbutton his shirt, and undo the belt and zipper of his pants.
'You know,' Harry said joyfully, 'I think this is going to be one of the best weeks our little club has ever had… what do you think?'
'Well, that depends on how much work you boys have to do during the week to keep up the pretense of a business conference. By the way, you never told me who was coming this week.' Gay leaned up to kiss her husband's neck and ears, letting her warm tongue snake inside the little shell briefly, then trail down the firm line of his jaw. He shivered as her hand dipped inside the open fly of his trousers, and began to rub the growing bulge in his underwear.
'Well, the Barnetts are coming, as usual,' Harry managed to say through the moans that his wife's expert manipulation of his genitals were beginning to elicit from him. 'And then… then there's the Wellingtons and… uhhh… and the Prescotts this time.'
'Oh that's nice. I like Will Prescott.' Gay made her voice matter of fact to contrast with the increased tempo of her hands on her husbands now rigidly stiffened penis. Then, feigning surprise, she suddenly looked down at the huge mound straining to release itself from the confines of his underwear, and brought a mock innocent quality to her voice.
'Oh my, did I do that… all by myself?'
Harry grinned, looking down at his wife fondly; Damn, but she was some fine woman; he'd yet to find a better fuck, and Christ knew he'd done enough fucking in his lifetime, especially after he became president at Jamieson and married Gay. She was one in a million; each time he was with her was better than the last, and the more and diversified number of men she had relations with, the better she was for him. They complimented each other perfectly, teaching one another all that they knew, physically, and they were an ideal mental match as well. He was a Goddamned lucky man, all right. He reminded himself of that often.
'Mmmmm?' Gay repeated, her hand not stopping in its maddening caresses, 'Did I do that?'
'You know you did, baby. But the question is what you're going to do about it.'
'I don't suppose you'd have any suggestions?'
'Well, I could think of a few.'
'But I bet I could think of more,' Gay smiled, and slowly stood up from the sofa and began to slip her robe off her shoulders. Tantalizingly, her eyes smoky and heavily-lidded she let the garment fall op en, fall off her
