Two Can Play

TWO CAN PLAY - CHAPTER 4

When it was time for Steve to return to Saudi Arabia Rachel suggested a small dinner party to mourn his departure. For the occasion she wore the same dress as on the evening she picked up Matt Hudson. By contrast, Carol chose an attractive, but unrevealing, high necked, long skirted brocade. As a consequence, it was Rachel who drew the eyes of both men, much to Carol's annoyance.

Paul still found his wife alluring and loved to see her dressed up. She had a good figure, carried herself well and knew how to wear clothes to make both them and her look their best. He knew that Steve had always fancied Rachel, but she had never given him any reason to think he had any chance of fucking her. It looked as if tonight he might be in luck.

Rachel made sure that Steve sat next to her on the settee. Almost the full length of her leg, from ankle to thigh, was revealed by the slit in her skirt. Bare flesh showed above the top of her stocking and the strap of her suspender disappeared beneath the material of her dress. Paul's mouth was dry as he looked, realising that his friend had the same view - but he was closer.

Drinks were poured and consumed; light banter was exchanged; the temperature rose. Laughing at a remark made by Steve, Rachel rubbed her hand up and down his thigh. For all her free thinking and liberated ideas, Carol seemed to be more than a little peeved by the behaviour of their hostess. It was plainly obvious that Rachel had set her cap at Steve and was determined to inflame him.

Paul was ambivalent about the situation. Intrigued at seeing his wife in action again, but concerned at the dramatic change in her attitude towards sex. He was looking at a new and frightening Rachel; frightening because of her sudden and unnatural lack of inhibition. Harold Arlington the third had been a sexual revolution.

Rachel was filled with the false gaiety produced by too much drink and Paul squirmed at her girlish giggles and raucous, almost coarse, laughter. This was not the woman he had known and loved for ten years. Her open flirtation with Steve - no, not flirtation; more an obviously sensual provocation - was completely out of character. Or was it? Had Paul unwittingly opened a Pandora's box? How could she change so completely and so rapidly?

"Fill my glass, darling." Rachel held it out towards Paul.

"I think you've had enough."

"I'll decide that." The reply was delivered sharply and with more than a little venom.

"In that case, you can get it." Paul realised he sounded petulant.

Steve took the glass. "I will. Want some more myself." He crossed to the drinks cabinet where he held up an empty bottle. "The well's dry."

"There's another in the kitchen."

"Right."

Steve left the room and the gaiety went with him. Paul was morose, Carol grim and Rachel deflated in the presence of such obvious disapproval. A heavy silence was broken by a shout from the kitchen.

"I don't think Steve can find it." Rachel looked pointedly at Paul, but he clenched his lips tight together in a deeper sulk. "All right." She rose from the settee, a trifle unsteadily, and headed towards the kitchen. "I'll give him what he wants." She turned at the door and wagged her finger. "Don't get into mischief while I'm away."

Paul and Carol glared at each other as Rachel disappeared from view. Neither spoke or made a move.

In the kitchen Steve was vaguely looking into cupboards, opening and closing doors with unseeing eyes.

"Can't find any."

"You're not looking properly." Rachel went to a cupboard, already dismissed by Steve, and took out a bottle.

"Swell party." He grinned at her.

Rachel giggled. "Sounds like the title of a song."

Steve nodded. "Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra. Bored by the company, they got drunk together."

Rachel gazed at him. "I'm bored."

"You want to get drunk together?"

She shook her head. "I'd rather do something else."

Steve looked around. "Now? In here?"

"Right now and right here."

Rachel lifted up her skirt and sat on the edge of a large and sturdy wooden table. She opened her legs. Steve looked appreciatively at what she revealed.

"Why, Rachel, you're not wearing knickers."

She smiled. "No."

"Come out of your shell a bit, haven't you?"

"Just a little."

He ran his tongue round his lips. "I want to kiss you."

"Then do it." She puckered her lips.

"No. Here."

Steve dropped to his knees and buried his face in the warmth between her legs. Bracing herself with her arms she leaned back and closed her eyes as she felt his tongue exploring the delicate folds of her vagina. She was already wet with desire.

Rachel softly moaned as Steve gently rubbed her clitoris with his finger, starting slowly, but gradually quickening the pace whilst applying more pressure at the same time. Her body responded with a series of little shudders. Sliding his other hand up inside her dress, Steve cupped her breast, squeezing it and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

By now Rachel's breath was coming in short gasps and she knew she was close to orgasm. Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table and all her muscles clenched as she soared up on a wave of ecstasy.

The unmistakeable cry of sexual fulfilment reached the ears of the two grim figures in the living room. Neither had spoken or made a move, but now they looked at each other in silent sympathy at the mutual knowledge of their partners' activity. It ought not to have mattered to either of them; after all, wasn't this exactly the game they both enjoyed playing?

And yet.....

"What the hell!"

Carol swiftly stood up, unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, reached behind and unfastened her bra, then pulled off her pants. Having achieved a state of total nakedness in less than half a minute, she crossed over to Paul, still sitting on the settee.

"Why should they have all the fun?" Carol asked. She knelt down and unzipped his flies. "You need something to be done about this." She pulled out his penis, soft and flabby, with no sign of an erection.

"I don't think...." Paul began to protest.

"Shut up."

Carol leaned forward and began to masturbate the sorry specimen of manhood with her lips. It took only a few moments for life to surge into the wilting organ. It visibly began to harden. As a little girl Carol loved sucking an iced lollipop. Her favourites were those shaped like a cone, wide at the bottom and narrowing at the top.

Starting at the wide end she would run her tongue up towards the peak, then curl it around the tip before descending again. At the time there were no sexual connotations involved in her action; she was merely sucking and enjoying her lollipop. As she grew older and learned the facts of life, she realised the similarity between the sweet and a man's penis.

It amused her to reflect that the same action had such an opposite effect. As she sucked the lollipop it diminished in size, fading away to nothing, whilst the penis grew in size and interest. Like Paul's now; no longer flaccid and useless it was standing upright and proud, ready to do its duty and fill her hole.

"Oh, God." A moan escaped Paul's lips.

Carol looked up at him. "Is that good?" she mischievously enquired.

"You know damned well it is," gasped Paul.

"I'm sure you'd be very uncomfortable if you tried to put this back in your trousers." Carol gently stroked his erect penis. "Perhaps if I gave it some medicine and softened it a little you might be able to cope better."

"For God's sake, woman, stop acting like an idiot," Paul growled. "I want to get inside you before it's too late."

Carol clucked and shook her head. "What a naughty boy you are. Taking advantage of a poor defenceless woman just because she's naked and sucking your cock." A cry from the kitchen brought a frown to her forehead. "You're right. Let's put an end to games."

She stood up, turned her back on Paul, then sat down on his lap, carefully lowering herself until she felt his penis pushing into her vagina. The lips parted in welcome, enjoying the caress of his flesh as it slid past them. Carol gasped as the tip of Paul's cock pushed against her cervix, then instantly raised herself up, taking the strain on her legs.

Before the stiffened male member was totally released from the folds of her vagina, she sank down again. Repeating the action, gradually increasing in speed, she set up a rhythm which they both caught.

In the kitchen Steve tipped Rachel over until she was lying flat on her back on the table. Holding her legs up in the air and apart, he steered his penis in the direction of her vagina, but missed the target and instead, pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She giggled, intoxicated by both alcohol and the absurdity of her position, then guided his hard member with her hand.

Steve groaned with pleasure as he pushed his cock deep into the tunnel of love. He held still for a few moments, savouring the intense pleasure of full penetration, then began to pound in and out with an ever increasing ferocity. Rachel's naked bottom slammed up and down on the wooden table with the force of his thrusts.

They came together, both crying out with the intense joy of successful copulation. Drained of all his strength, Steve collapsed on top of Rachel, his breath coming in short, heavy gasps. He nuzzled the cleavage of her breasts with his nose and then pulled down her dress, exposing the twin peaks of delight.

The nipples were hard and he pulled at them with his lips, taking each in turn. Rachel squirmed slightly in response. The penis lay motionless inside her, still retaining enough hardness to fill her vagina. She had the impression of a predator waiting to pounce.

Suddenly Steve stood up and pulled out of her. Rachel was disappointed; but not for long.

"Lie face down," Steve instructed her. "With your feet on the floor. Well apart."

She instantly obeyed. She wished she could see the result, though she was able to imagine the view given to Steve. He would see her trim, well rounded bottom, the cheeks slightly reddened after their pounding on the wooden table. The silky lips of her vagina, still wet with her juices, would be inviting him to part them with his stiff cock.

Apparently it was not stiff enough for his satisfaction. Although she was unable to see him, Rachel was aware of him stroking and pulling at the instrument of her pleasure, bringing it to an even greater state of rigidity. She longed to help him in his endeavour, but realised he wanted her to stay exactly as she was. The sight of her expectant vagina, the target for his cock, was all the motivation he needed.

Whilst Rachel was waiting for Steve's second entry, his wife was astride Paul in the living room. She was moving in a gentle rhythm, her fingers working on her clitoris. At the same time Paul cupped her breasts in his hands, appreciating their softness as he squeezed and kneaded them.

Carol's eyes were closed as she felt her whole body fill with the sensation of pleasure. Paul's penis, wrapped in the warm folds of her vagina, was beginning to throb and pulse as his creamy sperm began its inexorable progress along the tunnel which led to the womb. A sudden burst brought forth a loud groan from him and a cry of triumph from her.

She quickened her movement to catch the last throes of the cock's power. Paul's hands tightened their grip on her breasts as the ecstasy of his climax made every muscle as taut as a piano wire. A long sigh escaped his lips and with it went the strength from his penis.

Carol quickly climbed off his thighs, turned and knelt between his legs. She filled her mouth with his cock, savouring the taste of his semen and her own juices. She sucked it, ran her lips along its length and tongued his glans. Paul squirmed in his chair at the delightful sensations being produced by Carol's ministrations.

Holding the glistening penis between her fingers she rapidly flicked it over her outstretched tongue. There was a noticeable hardening of the previously wilting phallus. Paul groaned making Carol redouble her efforts.

"I heard about a woman who had a cock up her two hundred and one times in succession."

"God, how did the man do it?"

"He didn't. It was two hundred and one different man. They queued up in a continuous line."

"Doesn't seem possible," Paul murmured.

"I saw her on TV in the middle of it all. She looked quite fresh."

"Good for her."

Carol rubbed the extending penis between her palms. "I wouldn't mind a go at that."

"You'll have to make do with twice tonight," moaned Paul. "At any rate from me."

He was hard once more and Carol mounted him for a second time, this time face to face. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands pushing against the back of the settee. With her breasts only inches away it was easy for Paul to nibble at her distended nipples. Carol slowly ground her thighs against his, her vagina muscles applying pressure to his penis. He was finished in all too short a time, his breath coming in quick gasps. Still short of her own climax, Carol began a rapid pumping action while the going was good. She made it and her whole body tingled with the electricity of her orgasm.

It was good while it lasted for both of them but then, all passion spent, Carol could think of nothing more to do than climb off his thighs. The object of their mutual satisfaction had already lost its military bearing. Folds of flesh gathered around themselves as the penis withered and shrank into total insignificance.

Another cry from the kitchen indicated that it was still all go through there. Despite their own satisfaction, both Paul and Carol still felt more than a little peeved at the obviously successful coupling of their partners. They got dressed in silence.

Now aroused once more to his satisfaction, Steve had plunged his shaft into Rachel, driving it in up to the hilt. He rutted in the manner of an animal, rapidly pumping in and out without a pretence of any feeling other than lust. The woman was an object of his sexual pleasure; she could have been anyone. Indeed, she was any and everyone.

Rachel knew she ought to be humiliated by the treatment being meted out to her. This was not the way to make love; but, of course, it wasn't love. It was sex in a pure, unadulterated form. Unused to it before, she knew this was the path she planned to tread in future. She ought to be humiliated, but she accepted this mindless, soulless screwing for what it was.

Steve jerked. "Yes!!!!" he gasped, as he once more pumped semen out of his cock and into her vagina.

Rachel held tightly onto the table as her own body shuddered and shook through a lengthy climax. She lay still, breathing heavily, even after she felt the penis withdrawn.

"You shouldn't have kept yourself for Paul all these years." Steve leaned back against the sink, studying her bottom through hooded eyes. The vulva was closing up tight after its recent activity. "Bloody waste. You ought to spread it around."

Rachel slowly raised herself up and sat on the table, aware that the edge was digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, but needing a few moments to recover.

"Somebody else told me that."

"Glad to see you're taking their advice. Been stuck in a rut for too long. Open up your horizons and live a little."

"I intend to."

"Good for you."

They returned to the living room and were greeted by a sullen silence. More drinks were poured, but the farewell party was over to all intents and purposes and the guests left shortly after.

Paul filled his glass as soon as the front door had closed.

"We've never done it in the kitchen."

"I can recommend it. Not too comfortable, but that adds an extra erotic charge to the proceedings."

"Not to say a different man."

"Um. That too."

"Enjoy it, did you?"

"Very much."

"Did you suck him off?"

"No."

"Did he put it in?"

"Yes. Twice." Rachel sounded defiant and challenging. "What about you and Carol? Did you sit at opposite ends of the room all the time?"

"No."

"Did you put it in?"

"Yes."

"And was it good?"

Paul shrugged. "It was okay."

"Then we're both happy. I'm going to bed." Rachel turned in the doorway. "I don't think you should have any more to drink. We've both drunk far more than usual; and more than we should. Goodnight."

Paul stared at the wood panelling of the closed door.

"Damn," he softly swore.

Quickly swilling down his drink he picked up the bottle and poured another.