Dancing? Cindy couldn't believe her eyes. That wasn't dancing they were doing. They were far too close together, embracing each other passionately as though they were lovers and not just friends. And Norma was with each beat grinding her hips into the pelvis of her husband! Thrusting her breasts into his chest! Resting her sweetly smiling face on his shoulder!
Ralph caught on to what Cindy was looking at. He chortled. 'Oh, ho, ho, don't get so upset, Cindy. That's just her way of dancing.' He held out his hand. 'C'mon, let's do the same.'
Cindy found it difficult to stand after drinking so heavily, and she swayed noticeably. Ralph calmly enveloped her in his strong arms and held her close, and she in turn found it easier to hold onto him with her arms around his waist and lean against him for support. The music flowed like soft wine around her ears and she shut her eyes, dreaming that this was Howard she was with.
Ralph found that his cock was beginning to expand, to grow into a swelling, rigid pole in his pants as he held the alcoholically relaxed young wife. He slowly began to stroke her back, much as one would a cat to make it purr and with the same effects. Cindy snuggled closer, nuzzling his shirt.
Yes, yes, this is working perfectly. Both of them drunk, both beginning to be whipped into a fever-pitch. Norma must have really talked to her, all right; really explained that sex is something to be experienced to the fullest, and not rejected.
And while Norma had been in the kitchen with Cindy, Ralph had taken the opportunity to begin on Howard. He'd told him that not only was he, Ralph, proud to have him as a friend, but that Norma really liked him too. 'I mean, really likes you, my boy. She's always talking about how good-looking you are, how masculine you are, how virile you must be in bed. Heh, heh. I've been kidding her that she'd probably like you to make love to her… and you know what, Howie-boy? I bet she would. I bet she would.'
Howard had flushed, murmuring his thanks for such compliments, but Ralph had known it had gone deeper than that. He knew — it always did. After all, Norma was one hell of a sexy dish, and when she wanted to turn on the heat, it burned through all opposition. And as he looked over at his seductive wife now, as he held the charming Mrs. Jamison close to his ever expanding penis, he could tell that all of her burners were on. She was after Howard, and Howard is what she'd get!
And when she got him… Ralph would get that sweet, tender cunt of Howard's pretty wife! He groaned and shoved his buttocks closer, rubbing them against Cindy's thighs, easing one leg between her legs so that he pressed against her pubic area.
How right he was! Ralph knew how to motivate people, whether it was to sell a car or fuck his wife. As he talked to the stupifiedly drunk young husband, Howard began to conjure up the image of himself fucking Norma rather than Ralph — of replacing Ralph in that set of intimate photos his boss had shown him yesterday, the ones showing Norma, buff naked, and Ralph writhing on their bed, doing all the perversions and positions imaginable. It had cost Howard the price of showing Ralph a set he had taken of himself and Cindy the night before, but it had been worth it! Goddamn, his boss's wife looked like a fine piece!
She is obviously one hell of a lay! By those pictures she is like Bonnie: a cock-sucking, wild-fucking woman! But then a modicum of sobriety returned to Howard. The tingling in his cock at the thought of entering that wild pussy of Norma's wouldn't go away, though, not after the seed had been planted by his boss. Oh Christ, calm down. This its your manager's wife you're talking about. Ease of, and ease off on the booze, too, before you foul things up.
But then Norma had headed straight for him after coming out of the kitchen. He hadn't even noticed that Ralph had put on records and there was music until she'd asked him to dance with her. Impulsively, rashly, he'd agreed, and suddenly he was holding her closer than he'd ever danced with Cindy! It was all but a rape on the floor with clothes on! On and on her belly and hips ground into him, brushing teasingly against the outline of his cock. Her muscles seemed to linger there, massaging gently, slowly in time to the music, sending burning ripples of passion flooding through him…
'Having a good time, Howie?' she breathed into his ear.
'Y… yes,' he answered. His voice sounded strangely hoarse. 'I'm having a fine time.'
'Mmmmm, good. I love dancing with you like this. Feeling you getting hard because of me…'
What? What was this? Howard couldn't believe his ears. Was this his boss's wife talking like this? Talking like that beautiful whore, Bonnie, had? What was the matter with her?
Norma's nimble, lithe body continued to caress him, and she ground her soft tits against his chest. Her lips were parted and she kept running her hot tongue back and forth along his neck and shoulder where her head touched; her breath fervid and sweet in his ear, her eyes lidded with her own sensual appetites.
Howard knew he should pull back from her before Cindy or her husband saw them like this, but the salacious pleasure of her expert ministrations rendered him incapable of doing that. All he could do was hold her tighter and slowly turn with the beat of the music and feel his penis grow and grow and grow, just like she said it was.
'I want you to make love to me, Howie,' she purred. 'Real love, a man's love, deep, deep inside me.'
'God, Norma…' he panted.
'I saw you and I wanted you to put your cock inside me.'
'But, but your husband! My wife!'
She chuckled. 'Don't worry, Howie. Things will work out, you'll see. I just want to know whether you want me or not.'
The alcohol, the desire to fuck this woman; all combined to break down the layers of restraint. He choked, he fought with himself, but there was no denying the ache, the almost inhuman torture which was making his penis and testicles throb with wildness. 'Norma, I…'
'I want you,' she whispered. 'Now tell me, Howie…'
'Yes, yes I want you!'
'How, Howie-baby?'
'I… I want to fuck you silly!' he whispered back.
She moaned incoherently and smooth velvety legs rubbed against his pants, and her hips churned against his, and at that moment there wasn't anything in the world for Howard Jamison except the now voiced desire to commit adultery with this vixen, this siren wife of his boss.
Meanwhile, Ralph was continuing his own evil plans of seduction. He kissed Cindy's earlobe slightly, making sure that it wasn't so much of a kiss as to make her draw away, and then he breathed, 'Those were some fine pictures of you and Howie making love.'
Cindy froze. 'W-what?'
Ralph comforted her. 'Now, now, don't get upset. I showed Howie some of Norma and myself going at it, and they got him excited and…'
'Excited?' Cindy gasped. 'You mean that you and Norma… and then you showed them to my husband?' She couldn't comprehend this! Howard and Ralph exchanging pictures of their most intimate moments! It was unthinkable! 'And… he showed you ours?'
'Of course! Everybody does that these days. Really, it's very modern and thrilling, don't you think? I mean, don't you get excited looking at pictures of people making love?'
'No… I…'
Ralph shrugged. 'All right, you don't have to admit it to me. But be truthful with yourself at least.'
Truthful with myself. Yes, yes I do like to see such pictures. I hate to admit it, hate to think what it makes me, but the thought of seeing others, and even myself, in the photos, does make me hot!
'It does Norma, you know,' Ralph continued blandly. 'In fact, she's the one who suggested that I show them to your husband. She thinks that sex is wonderful, and of course anything goes! Heh. Heh.'
Yes, Norma said that in the kitchen. The lovely young wife thought again of Norma's wise words and realized that her horror and repulsion were resultant from the same orthodox, Puritan sterility of her soul that caused her to repudiate her husband's sexual needs. She winced, shaking with her abject sorrow at her inability, and revowed her commitment to be everything her husband wanted.
'In fact, I even brought along another set of pictures of me and Norma,' Ralph said. 'Would you like to see them?'
This time Cindy didn't reject either her own desires or the desires of her husband. 'Yes,' she whispered, downcast, her eyes on the floor. 'Yes, Ralph, I would like to see them.'
'Good!' he grinned triumphantly.
