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Chap 2: Maria
Gina looked over at the ringing phone, recognized the caller's number and picked it up.
"Hi, Heather."
"Uh, hi Gina. Twyla and I were just calling to see—to see . . ."
"To see if last night was as good as we hoped or as bad as we were afraid, no?"
"Well—yeah, I guess that's about it. How are you?"
Gina snickered. "Well, I'm sitting on a pillow but that's mostly for effect. Rob is fussing around spoiling me completely. I think he wants to make sure I don't have regrets and cancel the whole thing before he can get into your pants."
"Sitting on a pillow? Are you really that sore?" Twyla's voice was aghast as it came over the speaker. She was obviously sharing the phone.
"I said it was for effect, but I am a little sore. After all, by the time they all had me and Rob came back for seconds up my butt I'd been fucked for at least an hour. However, to answer your primary question? Girls, it was fantastic!"
"No! Rob actually buggered you? What did he do that for?"
"Because, my dear Twyla, I invited him to. It was so sweet of him to be the first to share his wife with his friends that I thought he deserved a little extra."
Heather sounded unconvinced. "Didn't it hurt?"
"Did it hurt? In the beginning it did, a little. But by the time he got going good I was cumming like a cat in heat. What hurt more was Carlos' spanking."
"Ooo, Carlos likes spanking? Cool!"
"Heather!" Twyla was shocked, "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."
The other woman giggled. "Neither did I until Irwin built a bondage bench for two of our friends. It was so beautiful I had to try it out. I never did anything like that before and once I was buckled in, I figured since he had me all tied up, he might as well give me a paddling. He used the fly swatter."
"A fly swatter?" Gina was curious, "I'll bet that stung!"
"Oh it did. I yelled and cried until I'd had enough and safe-worded. My ass was soooo red? Then he fucked me, hard and I actually came with him inside me."
Twyla tried a couple times before she could respond. "I am stunned, I really am. It doesn't surprise me that Maria can get into this. Not wanting to say anything against her 'cause she is my friend, but that woman would probably trip a man and hit the ground first—on her back. But you two . . . Like I said, I'm stunned."
"You'll be more than stunned in three weeks, Twyla my girl," Gina's voice reflected the predatory smile on her lips. "By the time the men are finished with you I've got a hundred dollars that says you'll be in line for it again."
*****
The following Friday, Maria looked with satisfaction at her apartment living room. Most of the furniture was pushed to the sides, there was a buffet along one wall, the floor was waxed and ready for dancing and most important of all, there was a day bed readily at hand. She nodded to herself and mamboed off to the bath. As she scrubbed herself down she shook her head in amazement.
Those other women! It was too easy to convince them to share husbands, she thought. Now she did not have just a husband and a lover, she had three! At first her Carlos could not believe that she had gotten the others to agree, but one night with Gina and he was convinced his wife was a genius. Now maybe she could get some honest respect. Next time she had things to do, maybe she wouldn't have to chase him off with a meat cleaver. It had upset the neighbors the first couple of times she did that. They had called the
policia
, who were not sympathetic, not at all. Now everyone understood. Sometimes Carlos was too ardent for his own good and just needed cooling off. Maybe having three other women to pursue would keep him busy. Of course, that did imply that she might have three other men pursuing her. But everything has its price, she thought, and love was a great way to pay.
Dry and moisturized, she stood naked in front of a full length mirror and thought about tonight. When they moved to the U.S. it had been a battle to get Carlos to let her shave her legs and underarms. It was what she got for marrying a Peruvian, she thought. Maria had prevailed that time but the fashion for a smooth pussy would probably lead to divorce if she tried it. Instead she had carefully waxed her bikini line and given herself a light trim. Smiling, she reached down and fluffed up the remaining dark curls.
Eres hootchie mama, Maria
The question was what to wear? She didn't want to have so little on that they started on her early but she didn't want to have so much on that getting naked took more than a moment—when the time came. Maybe she should start at the top. Reaching up into the top of her closet, Maria took down a multi-colored straw hat with a floppy brim. With that perched on her long black tresses she had to admit that she was a tempting little morsel—too tempting for the first hour or so. Ruffling through drawers produced a low-cut bra covered with long, sparkly fringe. Now she needed a skirt and some 'fuck me' heels. Fringe . . .
Somewhere in the back of the closet was a low slung skirt that bared her belly and barely covered her snatch. However, it had rows and rows of fringe around it to miniskirt length. Ah, there it was. Fully dressed she wondered if just maybe she should have put on a G-string underneath. She shook her head. Better that her men (and she was already thinking of them as 'her men') should get a glimpse of their target for the night—unless it was targets. Carlos had told her in some detail about Rob's adventures between Gina's
nalgas
. The thought made her squirm. It was going to be a good night.
*****
Twyla stood leaning on the bathroom door watching her husband shower.
"Maria says you're going dancing tonight. Ever done the mambo?"
Ernie stopped shampooing. "Mambo? All I've ever done is watch it on television. Boy I hope she's giving lessons before I fall over my feet. A broken nose could seriously dampen the evening."
Twyla grimaced. "I suspect that what she means is that she's going to mambo and you guys are going to stand around watching, except Carlos, of course. Maybe they'll put on a demo before getting down and dirty."
"Dancing the mambo with Maria, that sounds like the name of a song from the 40's. And that brings up a question, Gina held a pool party, Maria's taking us dancing, you said that Heather will be strapped into a bondage frame (and that I've got to see!) . . .
What are you planning?"
Twyla's face fell and her lower lip began to quiver. "Ernie, I don't know. When we all agreed to this I was so mad at you that I was all fired up and ready to fuck. Now that the gang bangs have started I'm getting worried. I really can't decide what to do. I should have drawn the first night. That would have been easy. But now, each girl raises the bar and I don't know how to compete."
"Baby, there must be a hundred ways to get laid in style. Talk to the other girls tonight. Tomorrow we'll go over what they think and I'll help you set it up. After all, my lady is just as sexy as anyone else. I want you lookin' and feelin' good about this."
*****
Heather cocked her head and looked critically at her man. "Honey, the guaybera is right, the linen slacks are right, the sandals are right but the whole look is not. It needs—it needs a hat! Don't move; I'm going to go look in your closet."
Irwin stood patiently. Some days he thought she had married him because he was an artist with wood. Some days he thought it was because of his abnormally long tongue. Most of the time, though, he would take an oath that her real reason for marrying him was that she thought he made just the greatest dress up doll. But when she returned with a Panama hat he had forgotten he even owned, he had to admit her fashion sense had won again. He looked at himself in the mirror and cocked it rakishly over his left eye.
"Not bad, Babe, not bad at all."
She shimmied up and plastered herself against his back, running wide spread fingers down his pectoral muscles.
"Better than not bad, stud; you better get your sexy ass out of here before I hijack Maria's evening. It won't work for next week but tonight? Damn, you look hot. Mmm-mm!"
*****
"Robin, that's what you wore last week."
"You say that like it's a bad thing. I ran everything through the cleaners, it fits and it's suitable for a tropical evening. Why shouldn't I wear it again? Maria hasn't seen it."
Gina sighed. From a thick, male standpoint he was probably right. Certainly none of the other men would notice. However, she wasn't going to let him out of the house in the same shirt and slacks he wore to her first gang bang without a fight.
"Irrelevant, sir. You are in the outfit you took off to ravish me in preparation for my being ravished by the others. I ain't gonna stand here and see you go off to plunder Maria dressed like that. Now go back into the bedroom. I want you out here in five minutes in something different. Otherwise I will come in after you and dress you myself!"
Shaking his head, Rob complied. Boy, the last two weeks had been a wild ride. Ever since the wives decided to start sharing men Gina had turned into a force to be reckoned with. He was starting to feel very much the toy boy. It was an odd feeling and he wasn't sure he liked it. On the other hand, he wasn't sure he didn't. Stripping down he hung up his clothes and started thumbing through the closet. Hmmm, a Hugo Boss pair of silk-blend trousers and a compatible Tommy Bahama shirt. And didn't he have a cravat that was in the same tones? Yes, there it was.
Okay, let's try again.
"Is this better?"
Gina lowered her chin and raised her left eyebrow. She clasped her hands behind her and stalked a circle around him, looking him up and down.
"Mr. Goodfellow, the idea is that you four men are going to the Santiago's to despoil Maria. You show up like that and the shoe may be on the other foot. I almost wish I was coming along just to watch. This promises to be interesting, darling, very interesting, indeed. Growf!"