'Byron,' he said. 'Let's drop the Mr. and Mrs. bit. Byron and…?'
'Laurie.'
'Laurie,' he repeated. 'Rolls nicely off the tongue… As for how I feel… one must learn to lose gracefully… but it's harder than hell when you're certain you've been swindled, Laurie.'
She couldn't resist touching his hand in consolation, placing her small soft one on top of his larger, tanned, muscular one. 'Don't give up, Byron,' she said softly, her eyes searching his deeply. 'I have a feeling that it's all going to work out to your advantage before it's over.'
He grinned. 'That sounds real palatable,' he said. 'Does that feeling somehow include you in the picture?'
Laurie felt the warmth creeping into her face. She smiled, her excitement obvious. 'It might,' she said softly. 'I-I think it could.'
She could hear his breathing even above the hum and hustle in the room, see the glint of lust flicker briefly in his dark eyes.
'Let's get out of here,' he said huskily. 'Where would you like to go?'
'The party… at the Colemans'… if you'll take me,' she said, realizing for the first time that she wanted to flaunt this man in front of her husband, in front of all of them before she set their world on its cockeyed tail.
Byron Acker smiled broadly. 'All right,' he said, slipping from the stool. 'It sounds like one hell of a wild idea to me. I'm game if you are.'
Laurie laughed and he helped her off to her feet. She ran her arm through his possessively. 'Come on, Darling,' she said gaily. 'Let's have a ball tonight.'
In his car, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her, smoothing his big hand over her back and down to her round full buttocks as he pulled her tight to him. She slipped her tiny tongue into the warmth of his mouth and then he did the same to her while she sucked gently on it. His hand moved to her breast to caress and stroke there and with her own she felt down between them, her nails tracing the length of his already erect penis.
'Christ,' he gasped. 'I'm going to fuck you… you know that, don't you?'
'Oh yes, Darling… I want you to… but the Colemans' first…?'
'All right… the Colemans' first. I think I can wait that long… but don't be surprised if I screw you right in the middle of their floor.'
Laurie giggled into his mouth. 'Wonderful! I think I'd love that.'
'Y-You little hot-pants imp, you,' he rasped, kissing her once more. Then, he forced himself away from her and started the engine. 'Come on, let's go blow the lid off their Godamned party!'
CHAPTER TEN
Phillip had never seen anything like it before. It no longer fell under the label of victory celebration; it was an out and out Bacchanalia. A rather plumpish woman had climbed onto a table in the center of the room and had stripped naked except for garter-belt, stockings and heels. Drunkenly, she was attempting to dance, the heavy, fleshy pendulums of her brown tipped breasts swaying and jouncing with her contortions, the layered, unsmooth chunkiness of her buttocks and thighs rippling and jostling unappetizingly. More drunken couples lay on the floor at her feet, laughing and clapping their hands in unison rhythm as she tried to bump and grind to their tempo. Vulgarly, she increased her efforts, spurred on by her audience, obscenely spreading her legs as she thrust her broad, black, hairy bushed pelvis in lewd, suggestive stabs, the wide aperture splitting her crotch as visible and repulsive to him as her gaping mouth. Someone had handed her a man's straw hat with a paper band around it that read 'Coleman for Governor' and she donned that.
Christ, he thought, what in hell am I doing here? Victory celebration? God, it was deteriorating into a complete debauchery! He was no prude, but there were limits. He stood near the doorway staring at the sprawled couples around the room and on the floor. Some were locked in lewd embraces, hands disappearing under skirts and inside the fronts of trousers. The next steps, he supposed, were to the bedrooms… and no one seemed to be with his or her own wife or husband… A hand touched his arm and he jumped, startled. It was Dianne, smiling.
'A real gem, isn't she? Carla Morse, the County Attorney's wife,' Dianne said, shaking her head. 'Lord, if I had a body like that I'd never show it to anyone.'
'It's disgusting,' said Phillip. 'Where's Mark? Does he sanction this sort of thing?'
'Ooooh, don't get all worked up, Darling,' she teased. 'They're just blowing off a little steam after working so hard for the cause. No harm done; besides, it's these little episodes that help me keep them in line whenever they get goody-goody reformation ideas. I show them a few pictures of themselves taken during their less inhibited moments. It work wonders, Darling.'
Phillip stared at her. Her lovely face was widened in smile. He said: 'Where's Mark? I can't believe that he agrees with this sort…'
'Mark agrees with what I tell him to agree with, Lover,' she answered him, a certain iciness creeping into her tone and eyes. 'Anyway,' she shrugged, 'He's drunk as usual. You'll find him passed out in the study.'
'Drunk?'
'Quite.' After a moment, her expression warmed again. She caught at his hand. 'Now, come with me. Let's get away from this proletarian rabble for a little quiet chat and session of our own, Darling. I'm beginning to feel the need for some love and affection, aren't you?'
'I-I don't know what I feel… after seeing this miserable exhibition,' he said, his brow furrowed. Thoughts of Laurie came to mind, followed immediately by a brief interval of confused shame. Cripes, did he know what he was doing, or didn't he?
'Come along… we'll have a drink,' Dianne said, leading him off toward the stairway and second floor. 'I think we both need it.'
He let her guide him to her bedroom. Once inside the closed door she put her arms around his neck and pressed close to him eagerly. Her pelvis, thighs, breasts ground hotly into him: she kissed him with open mouth. It was all he needed. He drew her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, drawing them into his mouth and then crushing them back against her teeth. He held it long and hard, abruptly feeling the spasmodic jerk where his loins pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. Already, his prick was erect and wanting. Fuck, he thought, what else mattered, anyway?
She reached down between their bodies and stroked his trousers covered rod lustfully. 'Mmmmm,' she whispered. 'It feels nice and hard and beautiful tonight, Lover I… I think I'm going to suck it first… yes, as a matter of fact, I'm certain of it. Come, let's get our clothes off… or would you rather have that drink instead?'
She was teasing him. He crushed her to him and kissed her again, the feel of her voluptuous body erotically against his own aiding his answers.
'To hell with the drink,' he said, raspily. 'I like your other idea better.'
'You mean, the one where I take your delicious cock in my mouth and suck the love juice right out of it?' she whispered, her breath hot in his face.
'Christ!' he gasped, his prick beginning to jerk achingly inside his imprisoning shorts. 'Get those Godamned clothes off!' And he began to pull at his own.
The leased Coleman house was large enough to support a four-car garage and ample parking area around it. Byron Acker found a place there and switched off the lights and engine. In the darkness, Laurie looked over at him; she could make out only his outline. He was moving toward her across the seat. She waited receptively, anticipating. He drew her gently to him and kissed her. Little sparkles of pleasure trickled through her. His was not the first alien kiss she had ever known, but she couldn't recall ever desiring one more… the very excitement of its infidelity causing her to tremble.
Once more, his big hands moved caressingly over her breasts and buttocks and thighs. Boldly, she traced the rigidness of his prick with her fingers, shivering at its length and thickness, and she felt the sudden tensing in
