underneath the sophisticated veneer was somewhat lewd, salacious, sometimes vulgar, but not, she conceded, coarse. Vaguely, she began to wonder what the other woman's background might be, and how it was that she was married to the fabulously wealthy Clay Marsdale. It would be very interesting to know these things, she thought.
Holding the door for Alyce as she left, Nina's face was flushed slightly and her speech was a slight bit slurred. She extended an invitation to Alyce but this one included her husband, Eddie.
'We'll have to get that handsome husband of yours off the tennis courts and have you and him over some night. We'll play some new games. I get so tired of tennis, tennis, tennis. Clay lives, eats and sleeps tennis with very few digressions.'
'That would be nice, Nina,' Alyce assured her. 'Just name the day. I'm sure Eddie would be pleased to accept, too.'
'Perhaps we can play a little game of charades demonstrating the ways of sex, huh?'
Alyce didn't reply. She walked out to her car feeling more than a little bit confused, her head in a whirl and a welter of conflicting thoughts rushing, madly, through her mind.
Did I understand correctly what Nina meant by that last remark? I find it hard to believe that Nina would say those things? Why they're terribly lewd. I don't usually even think about such things. All that disgusting stuff that Eddie's always wanting me to do to him or that he wants to do to me. I don't care what anyone says. They're sinful and perverted. But Nina says that most people do those things and really enjoy them. And, she even seemed to be hinting that I could enjoy them too. It's just all too confusing for me. What does it have to be so filthy?
Eddie was already preparing dinner when Alyce came in. She tried to bring up the noon-time fiasco thinking that if they talked about it, it wouldn't be such a huge problem. But, to her complete amazement, instead of being furious, he just brushed it aside with an apparent lack of concern.
'It's no big deal, Alyce. We'll get it together, yet,' he told her, hardly looking at her.
The young wife began to look forward to their evening together, vowing to herself that she would try to be more responsive in bed with Eddie. Nina's little talk this afternoon had had some effect after all and she was really secretly hoping that she would have a second chance to prove that she was a sexually exciting woman. Maybe, she'd even consent tonight to trying out one of those wildly unnatural positions that her new Oriental friend had described to her in detail.
For some reason, though, tonight, Eddie seemed very distracted and she couldn't figure out why since he'd said that he wasn't annoyed about the noon-time affair. What could it be?
The blonde newlywed was hoping that her opportunity for a truly fulfilling night with her husband would come to pass this very evening. But, her hopes were short-lived, when after reading some Tennis News magazine and quickly flipping through the regular newspaper, he announced that he was giving a make-up lesson for two men on backhands and was probably going out later with them for a drink.
Eddie called over his shoulder as he left the house, 'don't wait up for me, Alyce, sometimes I get so involved I forget the time.'
CHAPTER THREE
Clay Marsdale arrived home after just having beaten the pants off one of his new pros. The competitive older man was ecstatic when he could still slaughter a much younger man on the courts. He'd done everything else now in life and tennis had become his passion. He parked his Mercedes in the large garage and went directly to his screening room. Clay was a gadget fanatic and his newest craze was having all matter of video equipment. He had a screening room size video screen and his camcorder was used for more than just playing back the mistakes of tennis students at the clinic.
Anxiously, he took the cartridge out and put it in the machine and with a couple of adjustments the image slowly materialized on the giant screen. There was a knock on the door.
'Clay, darling, are you here?' Nina asked softly.
'Yes, baby, hang on for a second.'
The tape was wound into the machine now and the figures were clearly visible and identifiable. He opened the door to admit his wife.
Nina was carrying a shaker of martinis and two glasses. Clay gratefully accepted one from her and kissed his wife full on the lips. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and he knew that she had quite a headstart on him.
'Just what the doctor ordered,' he said looking over her trim figure. She was clad in a pair of French cut beige gabardine pants and a pure silk beige silk shirt tied under her breasts and left unbuttoned sufficiently to reveal the cleavage fully exposed and the upper surfaces of her upthrusting breasts swelling out provocatively. There was no underwear line visible under the blouse or the slacks.
The wealthy man sipped appreciatively at the martini, as he gazed at his exotic wife, a slightly suggestive leer beginning to form around his mouth.
'Dry enough for you, darling?' she asked.
'Terrific, just like you.' He reached out a hand to her and cupped a breast in his strong fingers. It was as he had hoped. She was not wearing a bra under her shirt. He felt the beginnings of arousal.
'Did you miss your little wife, Clay?' She pulled away from him and modeled the outfit she was wearing, striking an obscene pose at the end of the demonstration, her hips pulled forward, her arms back, causing her breasts to strain for release from her blouse. Then she undulated her hips, sensually, suggestively, performing a sexually exciting dance just for him.
'Did I…? Christ, do you want me to fuck you right here in the screening room?' His eyes were glazing over with lust.
'Actually I prefer the bearskin in the living room… but I'm not particular, darling,' she teased.
Nina took a sip from her martini and suddenly she noticed that there was something on the screen. 'Well, Fellini, what do we have here?' she asked him.
'Oh, these are my new stars,' he said. 'You know how I like my little cinema verite.'
Nina laughed and walked closer to the giant screen. 'Why, Clay this is really exceptional. Who's the woman?'
'She's working part-time in the pro shop. She's David Dunn's wife. Her name's Sally. Sweet little Sally.'
'Sally the sweet little cocksucker,' Nina corrected and just look at that hunk of meat she's got in her mouth. 'Isn't that Eddie Frampton she's sucking off?' she asked a salacious grin curling around the comers of her lips.
'That's him. The whole package.'
Nina continued watching the action on the screen. 'Baby, is he hung, to say the least.'
Clay Marsdale looked at his wife, shrewdly. 'You like that piece of meat, huh, baby?'
'And how. I'm getting wet just looking at it,' the Oriental woman said lewdly.
'I thought you would,' he said very sure of himself. 'How'd you like to sample it?'
'No samples. I want the full meal!' she exclaimed.
'All right, my darling, he's all yours. I'm going to have them over Saturday night for cocktails.'
Nina was not at all surprised. 'Them?' she asked. 'You're not going to invite them?'
'Of course, them. It's a package deal, darling. I don't want one without the other.'
'You don't know her too well, do you?' Nina asked her voice pointedly sarcastic.
'What's that supposed to mean?'
'We had a little talk this afternoon and apparently little Ms. Mary Mormon thinks fucking is disgusting or against nature or something. She's really a Goddamn little prude. Getting her to swap, Clay, is going to be a major undertaking.'
'I dare say I can warm her up a little. I probably have a lot more experience than that stud husband of hers.'
'I'm sure you can, dear,' Nina said distractedly. 'I'm going to make another shaker of martinis and then I want to see what a stud I'm married to. Don't go away, lover.' Nina left the screening room swishing her hips at him, provocatively.
