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Chapter 7


Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their
magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her
wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that
she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew
also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from
there was anyone's ballgame.

They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by
the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail
party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of
Marina Tennis Clinics were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them
but Alyce had a little trouble recognizing some of them out of their
usual tennis whites.

Alyce soon found herself talking to a buxom brunette with strikingly
expressive brown eyes.

"I'm Zelda Watson," the brunette volunteered. "We met briefly the other
afternoon at Nina's cocktail party. You're Alyce Frampton, aren't you?"

"Yes, Zelda, how are you," she said politely, noting that the older
woman was slightly under the influence of alcohol. She was slurring her
words but was speaking slowly to make herself understood .

"Nice party," Alyce offered. "I've never been in this part of the
house. Is this the game room?"

Zelda glugged down the last of her drink and leaned closer to Alyce,
lowering her voice, she whispered, "The real games rooms are upstairs
in the bedrooms. That's where the most points are scored . "

"What games? What do you mean'?" Alyce asked naively.

A look of startled disbelief crossed Zelda's face. Her voice raised an
octave. "Are you k**ding? Don't you know? Is this your first party at
the Marsdale's?"

"Why yes, except for the other afternoon. Oh, I did have drinks over at
Marina one afternoon waiting for Eddie ..." Alyce said feeling a little
uneasy for the first time.

"Well, babe, you'd better drink up. You're going to need it!"

"Why?" Alyce queried, still not fathoming what the woman was
intimating.

Zelda moved so close to Alyce that her breath was almost burning her
cheek. "When the people from the Marina get together it's not just to
talk about tennis. This is a swap party. I thought everyone knew about
it. Before the night is over you're going to be fucked and not by your
husband. Your husband will be sticking it to someone else. Of course,"
she added, "You can watch if you prefer that. You get the picture,
dearie?"

Alyce didn't answer for several moments her mind a mass of conflicting
emotions. Her first impulse was to get up and run out but she was in
too deeply now. Now not only was there the problem of Clay's having
video-taped her husband and his own wife but there was now her own
adultery as well. Oh why was life so confusing? She was just going to
have to stay here and make the best of it.

"You mean to say all of these people here swap?"

The slightly drunk brunette nudged her suggestively. "You got it! They
fuck their brains out actually!"

Just then a tall, silvery-haired man who was deeply tanned sat down on
the other side of Zelda on the upholstered sofa. His quick familiarity
with her led Alyce to believe that he must be Mr. Watson, but Zelda
introduced him as Jeff Mitchell, one of the founders of Marina.

As Zelda had turned to talk animatedly with Jeff, Alyce was about to
get up to move to another location when Clay Marsdale entered the room.
He immediately called for attention.

"I want everyone to have a good time tonight and I'd like to introduce
a new couple. Some of you have met them already but anyway here's Eddie
and Alyce Frampton."

There was a round of applause as he continued, "We hope that they will
enjoy their participation in our little get together."

Marsdale chuckled along with his guests after that comment.

The wealthy man went on, "We have a little entertainment tonight for
you. We have some videotape you might enjoy. Lights, Jackie, please
..."

Alyce noted just before the lights were extinguished that everyone
seemed to be in couples but not with their own spouses. She wondered
where Eddie was, but did not see him. She guessed then that he must be
with Nina who was not in the room. That meant that she was supposed to
be with Clay, she guessed. The Marsdale's must have arranged this, she
decided.

Clay touched Alyce on the shoulder, then and motioned for her to come
sit with him on a seat near the rear of the room so that he could run
the equipment.

"Come on, baby," he said as she rose. "I want you beside me."

She followed him and sat primly on the seat. Clay sprawled down beside
her.

He said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm glad you decided to come."

She didn't reply. Instead she turned her attention to the video screen
where a tape showing what appeared to be an orgy on a tennis court
unfold.

Marsdale handed her a drink. She automatically began to sip it, knowing
that her reaction to it during the afternoon had been agreeable, and if
she must go through with this second sexual encounter with Clay she
might as well enjoy it. She really didn't like the man, but she
couldn't help remembering that it was he who had given her such a
tremendous climax ... her first ever. She blushed, recalling the scene
vividly, her actions, her words, the sensations that had throbbed
through her.

Her attention was drawn back to the screen.

Suddenly a beautiful brunette flashed on the screen endowed with
abundant charms. When she turns her face toward the camera everyone can
see that it is Sally Dunn who works in the pro shop. There are
appreciative murmurs from the people in the room. Clay had not touched
Alyce up to this point. Now he put his arms around her and fondled a
generous breast through her dress. He quickly withdrew his hand .

He said, "I hate brassieres. Let's get it off!"

So saying, he took her drink from her hand and set it aside; then he
reached behind and deftly unzipped the back of her dress.

"Stop it. I won't undress in front of all these people," she hissed at
him, furious because of the public intimacy.

"Cool it. Hold still. I'll show you in a second what to do," he
ordered.

Swiftly, he unhooked the snaps in back, pushed the straps of the bra
down over her shoulders, then, reaching up into the short sleeves he
brought the straps down over her elbows, forearms and hands on each
side. Reaching into the top of her dress, he smoothly slipped the lacy
bra from her, the straps coming back through the armholes of the dress,
the entire garment having been removed through the neck without
removing her dress. As much as she hated the thought of being exposed
in front of the others still in the room she had to admire the skill
with which this man carried off the maneuver .

"Stuff this thing in your bag!" he croaked.

Embarrassed, she took the flimsy bra and stuffed it into her handbag.

He left the back of her dress unzipped, slipping his hand and arm
around her, inside the dress, to a smooth, silken-skinned breast, where
he stroked, fondled and kneaded her, the nipple becoming erect under
his fingers, the tingling sensation becoming more pleasant with each
passing moment. She began to feel light-headed, and guessed that her
drink must be the cause of it. The action on the screen again attracted
her attention.

The man Sally is with is seen to have his hand in Sally's moist crotch,
his middle finger stroking her clitoris, her hips moving in opposition
to his insistent probing finger. Now the camera returns to Sally's
face. She is in the throes of orgasm, her face working, her mouth
forming passionate words.

She relaxes with the delicious climax and slides from his lap to the
floor. The camera plays over her nude body from all angles. Finally,
coming back to the couch where the unknown man lies nude, an enormous,
erect penis jutting upward like a stanchion.

He beckons to her, then reaches down to take his genitals in his hands.
She crawls slitheringly across the floor to him, reaching the couch,
she kneels over his cock, taking it into her hands to fondle it,
sliding the foreskin back, reaching under to knead his testicles, and
showing with a two-hand hold the tremendous length of him.

Now Sally kisses the end of his prick and takes it into her mouth, her
cheeks hollowing in and out as she begins to suck on it. Slowly, she
begins to slide her mouth up and down, her head bobbing, as with each
down stroke she takes more and more of his lengthy tool into her mouth.
The camera cuts to Sally's young face, then divulges her ecstasy at the
lewd behavior.

Alyce felt suddenly ill as revulsion overcame her. She tried to free
herself from Marsdale's grasp. She was very angry.

"I'm not going to watch this disgusting exhibition. "

Clay was quite calm. "Would you rather watch your husband's performance
on the screen, then? We get around to all of us at one time or another.
We like to be stars in our little galaxy here."

"You bastard!" she spat out.

Unperturbed, his mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her lashingly
through the barrier of her teeth. He bore her backward until she was
prone on the bench, his hand going under her skirt to caress her warm,
smooth thighs, coming, finally to the softly curling genital mound.
There he pulled down the front of her sheer panties and insinuated a
finger into her moist, open slit. He found her tiny, enshrined clitoris
and moved his finger on it, bringing the bud of her womanhood to
erection.

"No Clay. Not here, please!" she gasped.

"Look around, sweetheart," he said. "Over there on the couch it would
appear that Zelda is enjoying Jeff Mitchell to the fullest."

Alyce looked toward the couch. She saw Zelda leaning over the sprawling
form of the older man. His zipper was undone and she had his long cock
in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowing
in and out as he sucked on the rigid, erectness of him.

"Dear Lord!" she exclaimed and averted her eyes.

"And over there, in the corner is Jeff's wife with Dave Carlson. He
seems to be fucking her in the ass on the floor. Our only black tennis
pro is eating out ..."

"Stop it!" she hissed. She closed her eyes, covering them with her
hands, trying to blot out the images she saw. It was too much for her
... too depraved ... filthy ... perverted. "I thought Marina was an
exclusive club. I never realized these people were like a****ls ...

"Come on. You haven't seen anything. Upstairs in the bedrooms there's
probably six or seven couples indulging themselves," he said matter-of-
factly.

All during this time, Clay had stroked her clitoris affectionately,
with feather like strokes of his fingers, and she began to move her
buttocks in small circles against his hand, unable to control her urge
to do so. The building up of the delicious sensations slashed at her,
converging on that spot where his finger insistently rubbed and
titillated her.

Alyce had not seen her husband for some time. Actually, soon after
their arrival, he had seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes and
looked about the dim room carefully. None of the men present seemed to
resemble him in any way. She had some difficulty in recognizing anyone
at all; almost every person in the room was engaged in some form of
sexual activity.

Clay stood up. "I think it's time for you and I to go upstairs to
really do things right."

He zipped up the back of her dress and pulled her to her feet. She rose
reluctantly, his strong grip of her hand reminding her how badly he
wanted her. She moved with him, leaving the screening room, unnoticed
by any of the copulating couples. Together, they mounted the broad
staircase to the second floor. Alyce's stomach fluttered with fear and
a certain, strange anticipation that she could not define.

Checking at the various bedroom doors one by one, Marsdale ascertained
that all of the bedrooms were filled with one or more couples and a few
trios. Words and phrases drifted out to them along the unmistakable
sounds of wild uninhibited fucking.

"Come into my study," he said. "I want to show you some pictures."

They stepped into the masculinely appointed study. She gasped. On the
walls were pictures of couples in lewd poses. She recognized many of
the people in the pictures. Most of them were in this house now,
engaged in illicit sex. The photos turned her stomach. They were
explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay's camera.

Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The
drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, the lewd
videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this
man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give
her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.

She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that
coiled and recoiled inside her, striking her there violently, surging
out along her nerve endings only to return throbbingly, to her
innermost womanly parts, and she knew that she was becoming more and
more ready for anything. She noticed the bulge in Marsdale's trousers,
and she knew that he, too, was more than ready; however, she averted
her eyes, not daring to look, to admit to herself that she could
possibly be interested in his sexual organs.

He came to her and put his arms around her, slipping his hands down to
cup her buttocks and pull her flaming loins close in to him, grinding
his hard penis into her.

"I want to show you one last thing," he said.

Reaching over and behind her, he snapped out the lights and pushed
aside his books on a bookshelf, revealing a lighted bedroom beyond a
glass mirror.

"It's a one-way mirror," he enlightened.

Alyce's eyes were riveted on the bed. She couldn't help watching, now,
as she gazed with increasing interest and curiosity, trying to make out
details in the softly lighted room.

Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was
a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the
woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her
chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman's
glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the
brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down
from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until
she could see, clearly, the under side of the glans.

Then, he plunged the monstrous prick straight into the small woman and
she imagined that she could hear the slap of their pelvises as the
thick, rock-hard rod of flesh went in, burying its length completely in
the soft, female flesh.

The young wife was now aware that Clay was grinding his pelvis into her
loins, his cock sticking out from his trousers, as he tried to shove it
between her legs, and u*********sly, she found herself responding to
his obscene caress, sliding her pelvis up and down on him through the
rough cloth of his trousers.

"Do you want to hear what they're saying?" he asked.

He reached up beside the books again and snapped a switch, not waiting
for her to make up her mind. A speaker inside the bookshelf amplified
the sound of the low voices from the bedroom .

"Oh, Eddie," the woman said. "Fill my cunt with your cock ... mmmmmmmmm
... it's so big ... so hard ..."

Alyce gasped, reddening and turned her head away from the lewd
spectacle.

"Is that my husband?" she asked, weakly sagging in his arms, "with your
wife?"

Marsdale held her tight. "Let's wait and see."

Now the man's voice was heard. "Nina, baby ... I fit so well in you ...
your cunt is so juicy ... I love my cock inside you ..."

Marsdale reached behind her and snapped the lights back on in his
study. Instantly, the scene in the adjoining bedroom was blotted out,
and she realized that one of the properties of a one-way mirror was
that the viewer be in semi-darkness.

Reaching up behind her, Clay gripped the zipper of her dress and
pulled, down smoothly. Then, grasping the hem of her dress he began to
pull the garment over her head

"Not here ..." she gasped.

"Why not. It's just as good a place as any," he said.

He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped
wet lips to a puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his
mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly
hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her
soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.

Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties
to fondle and knead her smooth, round buttocks; then, with a deft
movement he stripped the thin, nylon garment down over her tapering
thighs to her trim ankles.

Alyce stepped out of her shoes and he stooped down to remove the sheer
underclothing from her feet, sailing it across the room to join her
dress. She was now completely nude before him, stripped of all her
barriers.

Instantly, his finger began taunting her sensitive clitoris, and Alyce
gasped with the ecstasy of it, in spite of herself. Her body was
beginning to feel, blazingly, on fire, a fire that could not be
extinguished, a fire that threatened to consume her and she could do
nothing.

Stepping back from her, Marsdale began to remove his own clothing,
deliberately, methodically. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous cock
standing out thick and long before him, blood-engorged and throbbing
with the passion of his need for her.

Alyce stared. She was horror stricken. The size of him was mammoth. She
couldn't believe her eyes, yet she knew that he had rammed that giant
hunk of meat into her little cunt this very afternoon. She had taken
all of it into her and had loved every minute of it!

"Here, dear, I'll put a blanket on my desk," he said when suddenly a
familiar sing-song voice came into the room over the amplifier.

"Shove your fingers in my asshole! Make me cum, Eddie!"

Alyce turned to Nina's husband, pleadingly. "Turn it off. I can't bear
listening to that."

"But my dear it's wonderfully erotic. Nina is a fabulous woman in the
sack. She just loves to get fucked in the ass," he said nonchalantly as
though he was talking about her love of French cuisine or foreign
films.

"Lie down on my desk top!" he ordered.

Alyce complied sick at heart a complete feeling of hopelessness in her.

Eddie's boss clambered to the desk top, placing himself over her, in
reverse, with his thick, hardened prick over her face, his legs spread
on either side of her head.

Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said, "Take all of my cock in
your mouth and suck me off! Suck hard and lick me! You can use your
teeth but be careful!"

Alyce reached up to him, taking his thick, awesome instrument in her
hands sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red hooded
cowl of his penis and took in into her mouth, tasting the male taste of
him and inwardly appalled with the realization of what she was doing.

Experimentally, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant
head of him filling her mouth, swirling her lingual member around and
around it, trying, finally, to insert the tip of her tongue into the
tiny slit in the tip of the glans.

Marsdale leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position and with
a groan, buried his lips in her thoroughly moistened cunt. His tongue
lashed out and probed wetly at her downy hair-lined vaginal opening,
then moved up to the clitoral bud, licking her to a higher pulsing
excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the orders of
her reasoning mind, her body reacted, and she began to move her hips up
to him, rhythmically, her pink-lined pussy on fire, begging for more of
that sensuous tongue .

Oh God. Believe me. I don't want this. But, I can't seem to help
myself.

The sounds of the lovemaking from the next room came to them through
the amplifier; the sounds of slapping flesh and punished bed springs,
the squeaks and heavy breathing becoming louder and more rapid,
building to an orchestral climax.

Nina was screaming out orders. "Faster, Eddie ... harder ... fuck me
harder ... I'm almost there ... oh your cock is stuffing me so full.
I'm there ... oh fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I'm ... aaaahhhh ...
ccuuummmiiinnnggg!"

The squeaking went on, faster and faster, then, suddenly stopped,
followed by wetly slapping sounds, accompanied by squeals from the bed.

Eddie's voice was hoarse and muffled. "Oh you fabulous cunt ... I'm
going to cum too ... I'm shooting all my cum in you ... oh, it's
wonderful ... here I cum ..."

Alyce was sickened by the explicit sounds of sex from the bedroom.
Eddie was spewing his hot sperm into another woman, but somehow, the
sounds of it and knowledge worked to increase the delicious sensations
in her own loins, the generated heat in her forcing her to jerk her
crotch upward, her legs splayed out, to the insistent mouth of Clay
Marsdale, and she moaned out her helpless need of the older man.

"God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me," she gasped
completely out of breath.

The older man raised his dripping face, sex-juices mingled with sweat
from her overly moistened cunt. He crawled backward from her, allowing
her freedom to move on the desk top. He kneeled up on his knees and
leered down at her.

"Get up on your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"

She cringed away from him, whimpering. "No! Oh, God. You'll kill me!
I'm a virgin there !"

She jumped off the desk.

Marsdale jumped down from his desk to stand before her. His huge cock
had begun to soften, slightly. He took it in his hands and said.
"Before I can ram this right up your tiny little asshole you'll have to
get it good and hard again.

In a trance, she knelt before him, taking his giant phallus into her
hands and working the slack skin back and forth several times, feeling
it begin to grow in her hands. She took it gently, in her mouth and
began to suck like a demon not knowing why she did so. In a few moments
his rod returned to its former degree of hardness. He moved his hips
back, suddenly, pulling the hard flesh of him from her lips. She tried
to recapture it. He shoved her back on her heels and restrained her
with his hands on her shoulders.

"Okay," he gasped. "Now get up and lean forward ... all the way forward
with your tits on the desk!"

Reluctantly she did as she was bade. He came to her and reached down to
the protrudingly, smoothly rounded and defenseless buttocks. With a
middle finger, he probed the soft, white crease until he found the
puckered, brown ring of her anus, as his other hand drew a cheek of her
ass aside. His probing finger found it and he worked the tip of the
digit into the opening up to the first knuckle, then, with a constant
pressure, he shoved in all the way.

" Noooooooo ... nooooo ... stop!" she moaned.

Ignoring her protests, he worked his finger around in the sponginess of
her back channel, until he felt the sphincter muscle begin to relax.
Now, he withdrew the finger and replaced it with two, repeating the
process of stretching her small, tight anal opening; then, yet a third
time he reamed her, using three fingers.

"Okay, baby, you're ready ... let's get a cock up your ass!"

Reaching under her, he dipped his fingers in her cunt, moist and ready,
using the wetness to lubricate his great cock. With the thumbs of both
hands he spread the cheeks of her ass exposing the round anal ring,
little edges of the pink, inner flesh showing; then, he placed the head
of his shaft, blood-engorged and throbbing, against the defenseless
opening.

He pushed. The head of his prick entered her, surging past the tight,
elastic ring of muscles. He stopped when she cried out.

"Stop it! You're splitting me in half!" she shrieked.

He expanded the head of his cock several times; each time bringing
moans of pain from her, until finally, with a powerful flick of his
hips he shoved into her, all the way, driving into the spongy tissue of
her back passage, expanding it and pulling the brown edges inside, as
the massive pole skewered her. Now, with his full length and thickness
buried in her, he paused again, waiting for her anal canal to adjust.

"It's like having a cannon back there. Stop it. Take it out, Clay!" she
demanded.

Marsdale stood behind her, leaning back, slightly, and began to move
his hips, slowly, at first, grinding into her with short strokes,
feeling the clasping, anal muscles constrict against him, now,
increasing gradually, to longer and longer strokes, rhythmically,
fucking into her tight little asshole, the sensations coming to him
stronger and stronger with every stroke into her.

"Fuck back against me!" he grunted.

Experimentally, Alyce moved her hips back, in opposition to him. She
found to her surprise that it was not as uncomfortable now. Her whole
pelvic region was aflame. Her moist, now ready cunt cried for
fulfillment, too. She wanted to be filled and fucked everywhere, at the
same time. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back
up in the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse
nature and something in her demanded more and more.

What's happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against
nature and I want more of it.

"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!" she
wailed, amazingly.

"I don't have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though," he said with a
lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her
he leaned across the desk of his study and took something off the wall.
It was the racquet that had won him the Pacific Coast Tennis Tournament
some twenty years earlier. "Use this !"

She had no idea of what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion running rampant in her
tortured mind.

"Use the racquet handle to fuck yourself with," he said.

Knowing that she couldn't help herself, the demands of her body
slashing at her brain, she reacted a****listically to fill the great
need in her. She reached back and under with the old style wooden
racquet, and began rubbing the leather grip over the canopied bud of
her womanhood. Greedily, hungrily, she stroked the handle up and down
on the miniature phallus.

The streaking, electric charge in her nerves was more than she could
stand. She withdrew her hand only to put it back instinctively,
inserting the leather grip handle into the moist void of her vagina.
Tentatively she tried pushing the hard wooden handle just inside the
mouth of her cunt.

She began to saw the racquet handle in and out, in rhythm with Clay,
waggling her hips back and forth, reveling in the keening sensation of
having both cunt and asshole filled. In and out, easelessly she
perversely fucked herself while Clay Marsdale sodomized her from behind
with the merciless abandon of a wild buffalo.

Meanwhile, next door, in the bedroom, Alyce's husband had spewed his
sperm far up into Nina Marsdale's hungry, demanding cunt, grunting out
his sexual satisfaction and collapsing atop her. He had brought the
Oriental woman to climax three times. She, even, was spent for the time
being.

A few minutes later, she wanted a cigarette and a drink. Dutifully,
Eddie rolled off the Marsdale's bed and went to get the cigarettes from
the dresser and the drinks from the bureau. Glancing into the mirror on
the wall at the foot of the bed, he saw his own still jutting
reflection, but there was something more; he saw shadowy motion that
was not being reflected from the bedroom. He was certain that he and
Nina were alone in the room.

Puzzled, he brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes to the bed. As he
passed the mirror, again, he realized that she was seeing into another
room and ... that's it ... it's a one-way mirror! He went to the wall
switch near the door and snapped the lights off. Nina watched him with
amusement, a sly smile complacently playing on her lips.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked.

"I want to know what's going on with that mirror," Eddie said.

He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of
study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his
young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and
Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth,
shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife's asshole! He was
stunned beyond belief!

"It's Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!" he
roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.

His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay's Chinese
wife's voice stopped him.

"Hold it, Eddie. It isn't what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because
she wants to!" she said with conviction.

She came off the bed with feline grace.

"Would you like to hear what's going on in there," she asked, smiling
her inscrutable little smile.

Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button.
Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from
her husband's study.

Alyce's voice came to them unmistakable from the speakers.

"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!"

Eddie froze!

Jesus, suffering Christ! She's asking for it!

Things began to form together in his mind.

"Did he show Alyce the videotape of me with Sally Dunn? Is that why
she's doing this? Did you trap both of us?"

"Really Eddie, are you trying for an academic award or something? Stop
being so Goddam melodramatic! It's just a little device we use to get
couples to swap. A little subtle persuasion, shall we say?"

"More like blackmail," he grunted.

"That is a little harsh, Eddie. You're a big boy now. You can make up
your mind about things. All the others at the club have."

"But my wife ... it's not right!"

"Oh, I see. The old double standard rears its ugly head. She has every
right to enjoy sex and get the most out of it." She reached down
between them to fondle his flaccid prick. It was beginning to grow
harder in her hand. Suddenly, he had an idea that came to him in his
anger. He had been asking himself questions, but there had been
precious few answers coming to him from the welter of conflicting
thoughts. Now, the one idea was foremost in his mind.

He put his distorted, single-track idea into immediate use, not
thinking, not considering the rightness of it, nor the wrongness of his
actions.

"Come on, Nina," he said. "Let's make this a real party! Let's go into
the study!"

Nina smiled up at him, her brown Oriental eyes shining, "I thought
you'd never get around to it," she said. Then, more loudly, "Clay
darling. We're going to join you!"

Marsdale's voice came over the speaker to them. "By all means my love,"
he grunted, as he ground himself harder into Eddie's wife's tight
little asshole.

Nina and Eddie came into the study. Alyce was only partially aware that
they were there. She was absorbed, mesmerized. She continued to try and
cram the tennis racquet handle full length into her cunt but of course
it was impossible.

Eddie was sickened, but he would not change his mind now. He took
charge of the scene.

"Get her on the desk! I'm going to fuck her cunt-hole at the same
time," he said.

Marsdale glanced up at him, pleased with his employee's inventiveness.
Together, they maneuvered Alyce, who was only half-conscious of what
was going on, to the desk top. Clay took her again, burying his thick
cock deeper up her ass and rolling to his back with Alyce impaled like
a fly on top of him.

Her tennis pro husband clambered to the desk top and planted himself
astraddle of Marsdale's legs, spread his wife's thighs and pushed the
tennis racquet aside and aimed his massive cudgel at her warmly
dripping cunt and rammed it home in her vaginal vault.

"Is that enough cock for you now?" he screamed pumping furiously.

Alyce screamed with the realization of what he was doing.

"Have you gone mad? Ohhhhh ... aaaauiieeeewwwww!" she cried in
uncontrollable ecstasy.

Blindly, he fucked into her, his passion mounting. As he plunged,
wildly, into the softness of her open, flowering cunt, he could feel
the huge bulge of Marsdale's cock through the thin wall of tissue
separating her vagina and anal passage.

Alyce was shocked, almost horrified beyond reason when Eddie mounted
her and thrust into her with such v******e, but strangely,
unaccountable, the two massive pricks ravishing both pelvic orifices
began to bring her to an unknown ecstasy. She was beginning to feel
completely filled and fulfilled. The delirious transport glazed her
eyes, and she was half-u*********s, aware only of the slamming
sensations in her loins. She could not move. Could not react. She was
skewered on two giant all-consuming cocks. All she could do was lie
there and let the two men ram their monstrous shafts into her, however,
she could not understand why her husband had joined them.

Oh, Eddie, what's happening to us?

Nina could stand it no longer. She had to have a piece of the action.
She climbed to the top of the desk and insinuated her lithe Oriental
body between Eddie and Alyce, her crotch over Alyce's face. Alyce had
never done it before, but suddenly, she knew what she must do. Her
tongue snaked out and began to lick and probe, tasting the femaleness
of her, as well as the pungent cum that Eddie had left there, deep in
the vaginal vault of Nina Marsdale.

Clay, beneath her, reached his climax. He grunted his satisfaction, as
his cock jetted white, hot streams of viscous sperm into her back
passage. Her jerked upward, spasmodically, driving deeper and deeper
into her backside; finally, he dropped back spent, his cock jerking
until the full load of sperm had been expended, deep, deep in the far
hidden recesses of the young, lust-crazed wife's asshole.

Eddie was like a machine, as he pistoned into Alyce, and now she was on
the brink of orgasmic release. She felt it coming. Her body spasmed,
deliciously, the sensations shaking her, slicing into her and leaving
her satiated, spent, on the verge of u*********sness.

Dimly, as in a dream, she heard her own scream, a piercingly high note
ricocheting through the room. "Oh you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck every
hole! Aaaaahhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... in my cunt ... in my ass ... fuck me
... fuck me ... harder ... harder ... faster ... I'm almost ... oh ...
there ... I'm ... cuuummmuinnnggg!"

Alyce had turned her face aside as she came to her release. Nina atop
her realized that she could not function for her, now. Glancing down
between her legs, she saw that Alyce's eyes were closed now that she
was practically u*********s.

"Fuck me now, Eddie!" Nina said, desperately, sliding back and raising
her hips to him.

Eddie knelt up and slid his cock rigidly into her moistly ready cunt in
one smooth motion, ramming the shaft all the way home in her. He was a
wild man. He fucked with driving fury. He machine gunned into her as
she demanded.

Nina responded to him with like abandon. She came back at him with
strong, vigorous strokes of her own, and the massive hardness of him
filled her and brought her to the heights. She came and came again, her
orgasm bringing with it a euphoria and completeness, and her cry of joy
resounded, again and again, but she could not relax, yet. Eddie was
still driving into her, his own ejaculation delayed. She knew that she
would have to help bring him to release.

"Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other
night?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" he gasped under his mighty laboring.

Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating
between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her
voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes ... asshole ... cunt ...
asshole ... cunt ... his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing
through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing
in an almost endless stream .

Now, Eddie collapsed on top of Nina, and the mass of tangled bodies was
quiet, sexually satiated for the time being. The only sound was the
sound of labored breathing.

Later in the early hours of the morning back in the comfort of the
Marsdale's bedroom there was a more leisurely sex-game and a straight-
forward explanation and detailed discussion of the Marsdale's swapping
parties.

Eddie listened to the explanation of Clay's videotaping and about how
that was his usual modus operandi. The young husband couldn't be too
angry. He had brought his wife to new heights of sexual abandon that
may never have occurred otherwise.

Alyce too was happy that it had happened. She couldn't wait to try
other members in the club. There was that huge black man she had seen
downstairs with that giant black cock ... Two more happy converts to
swapping lay in the big bed with the Marsdale's eager to try out still
more innovations.


The End