Synopsis: The card players grow tired of bridge and play a torrid hand of strip poker, which leads to Peter and Sarah's first swing.
Part III -- Our Story
Chapter Fourteen
Our relationship with the O'Conner's -- and my relationship with Sarah -- was changed forever. Now, our bridge games almost always ended early, usually when one of us suggested a trip down to the rec room where we quickly undressed and began to play.
I was slightly puzzled, and even a little hurt, by Sarah's seemingly endless appetite for sex with my boss, but I gradually came to see that there was a purpose behind her enthusiasm.
As I became increasingly comfortable and even titillated watching her writhe in organic ecstasy under another man's plundering cock, I began to realize that secretly I not only no longer feared or even resented her work assignations but was actually beginning to look forward to them. She was inoculating me against jealousy by introducing me to recreational sex before we married.
Although that realization made me feel somehow unclean, I had to admit it. Just as I had gotten excited hoping Sarah would remove her shirt when we were on the boat, I now found the mental picture of Sarah's naked -- or better yet, half naked -- straining body bucking up to receive a plunging cock belonging to a faceless man incredibly exciting and extremely arousing. I even began helping her prepare for her extra- curricular activities.
As she dressed, I constantly pictured how an unknown male hand would, later that evening, insinuate itself between the carefully spaced buttons on her blouse -- especially when she elected to go without a bra -- or the hand might slide slowly up a sleek thigh under her skirt only to discover that her mons was unguarded by even the briefest of lace panties.
Later, when she returned to the apartment, hair mussed, lipstick smeared, reeking with sex and the odor of a foreign cologne or aftershave, and sometimes even with a strange taste that I later learned (from kissing Willa) was the taste of semen in her mouth, she'd set me on fire! When she sometimes whispered the details of her evening's adventure while we were fucking, I'm sure my cock must have gained another inch!
Another thing: Willa always offered to "keep me company" while Sarah was out on a "date." She was slightly heavier than Sarah, although their breasts were strikingly similar in both size and texture. Frankly, I couldn't tell the difference except when I was sucking one of Sarah's nipples, it would erect almost immediately, the firm rubbery texture almost demanding to be nipped and pinched. Willa's nipples were much softer and more tender. I had to be more careful with her because she bruised more easily.
I remember holding and caressing her one evening soon after we began to swing with the O'Conners, while Sarah was out doing her duty for Bose, Rothchild and Gibbons. We had just enjoyed a powerful mutual climax, when she whispered in my mouth, "Wouldn't you like to be a fly in a corner watching Sarah right now?"
I was instantly revived, thinking of Sarah's activities, and Willa was quick to take advantage of my revived tumescence. "I thought so," she whispered as she wrapped her cool fingers around my rigid cock. "While you're thinking of Sarah fucking a client, let's put this where it'll do the most good," she said, lifting a thigh over my body so she was straddling me.
She raised her little body as high as possible above my torso, and inserted the tip of my cock into her inner labia. Then she slowly settled herself while I felt her hot inner membranes slowly part to receive me for the second time that evening.
Willa began to slide back and forth while leaning slightly forward so her clitoris was in constant contact with my hairy belly. She began to vibrate, and as she did so, I felt the muscles in her cunt massage my cock like tiny fingers. She leaned further forward, resting her breasts on my chest and fastening her mouth to mine. "Oh, God, Pete! If only I could tell you how good this feels!"
I seemed to penetrate her even more deeply, or perhaps my cock was still growing. Whatever it was, something magic happened to us in that moment. I reveled in the feel of her nipples brushing my chest, of her energetic hips moving in circles, up and down, and from side to side, as she sought to experience even greater sensations.
Almost without warning, I erupted. When she felt my cock stiffen and begin to spasm, she leaned forward and took me tightly in her arms. I felt her stomach muscles ripple against me as she shuddered through a series of orgasms. "Oh Pete, that was wonderful," she murmured against my neck as I lay gasping for air. "Can I ask for a special favor?"
"Of course you can, dear, anything at all." I said as I cuddled her in my arms.
"I'm embarrassed to even mention it," Sarah continued, "but you realize that Nonnie is on the Pill and is having sex regularly with someone -- I assume one of her school chums. Well, Ruthie's almost 18 now, and she tells me she's ready to have sex, too. She even asked me to get our doctor to prescribe pills for her, as well."
It came as a shock to realize those little girls were growing up so fast! "OK, but what has this to do with me?"
"One of the most important moments in a young girl's life is the first time she has sex. A bad first experience can have all kinds of lasting effects -- I should know." Willa fell silent as I pondered the significance of that last statement.
"But what does this have to do with me?"
"I want you to be her first, Pete. I know how loving and considerate you are. It would be so much better for her than some fumbling, pimply adolescent mounting her in the backseat of his father's car!"
"Whoa!" I said. "Do you realize what you're saying?"
"Perfectly well, Pete. Would you be willing to do that for a girl who loves you as if you were her daddy?"
"Aw, come on, Willa. That doesn't make any sense at all," I said. "After all, she has a right to pick her own partner. It shouldn't be something her mother arranges!"
"She has. She picked you."
I was as stunned as if I had been hit over the head with a 2x4. Ruthie was a pretty girl, and quite possibly, as she matured further, she would become a beautiful woman. Already, her gawky angular appearance had softened as her body filled out, and I won't deny I had sometimes speculated how firm her young breasts must be.
But . . ."I don't know, Willa . . .it just doesn't seem right!"
"Just don't say no right now, Pete. Think about it. Talk to Sarah; see what she thinks."
"All right," I said reluctantly. "I'll do that if it means that much to you, but I'm not making any promises, you understand."
"Thank you, Pete. You really are a love whether you know it or not!"
I don't know what time Sarah came in, but she was sound asleep when I woke the next morning. She hadn't bothered to remove her make- up and her mascara had run, giving her somewhat the appearance of a sleeping raccoon. I tucked the covers around her when I got up.
Willa already had the coffee on when I walked into the kitchen. Nonnie and Ruth were nowhere to be seen -- but I had long ago quit wondering about their mysterious comings and goings. I remembered my own adolescence and how much I resented having to give an accounting of my time.
Neither of us mentioned the bizarre conversation we had had the previous evening as we sat at the kitchen table sipping our hot coffee. In fact, neither of us had much to say at all until Willa had finished her second cup and was leaving the room. She turned in the doorway. "We're counting on you, Pete." Then she turned and disappeared.
I can't tell you whether my imagination was playing tricks or whether Willa's strange proposition was being echoed by her daughter, but nearly a month later, immediately after I sat down to read the evening paper, Ruthie walked into the room. The temperature seemed to have gone up ten degrees. I picked up the paper, but despite myself, I watched her walk across the room.
She seemed mysteriously older. Puzzled, I studied her form, then realized that seen in profile, her bosom seemed much fuller today that it had yesterday. Or perhaps the sweater she wore was a size or two too small. Her skirt also seemed even shorter than usual, reaching only a few inches down her coltish thighs, but there was something else -- and then I realized that she was wearing her hair up and seemed to have applied some makeup. Her eyes seemed unnaturally dark and her lips unnaturally crimson.
She sensed I was watching her, and turned, giving me a coquettish smile as if to say, "Like what you see?"
I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on the newspaper. Despite myself, however, I found my gaze straying to her animated body as she perched restlessly on the edge of the sofa watching TV. I don't know whether she noticed my furtive glances, but once, I was shocked to look up and see her sitting with her legs widely parted. She wore no panties and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her virginal pussy; a tight seam between her thighs, lightly covered with downy hair!
I silently cursed myself and quickly looked down at the paper which covered my lap as I felt my cock twitch at the mouth-watering sight. Willa called us to supper. I purposely hesitated until the others had gone into the kitchen before I stood and followed them so I could conceal my aroused cock.
