Chapter 36
May 1988 -- Stag Party -- Talk with Val
A month later at a stag party for Jon Grunfeld, a friend and fellow banker, Joe Marcolina was carefully sipping his first beer. On the television everyone watched the Bulls beat the Cavaliers in Cleveland by 101 to 100 with Michael Jordan's jump shot at the buzzer, ending the five game NBA playoff series.
"They'll take the Knicks the same way," Joe Marcolina said to Gerry Attric, a wealthy banker in his sixties.
"Possibly," Gerry responded, "but the Knicks will be tougher than the Cavaliers."
With the basketball game over, the obligatory porn film began and murmur of approval went through the room. Joe thought of his wife who was spending the night with Wanda. They had established a monthly routine in getting together after that memorable night at the Carlson's.
Like I need a porno movie to get me in the mood
, he thought.
I'll fuck her five ways 'til Sunday, maybe ask her to bring Wanda over. It's just possible her friend goes both ways.
Joe had had this recurring thought since the night Val had told him about her and Wanda. But he had not broached the possibility of them having a threesome, preferring to wait until the right moment came along. He smiled to himself, made a surreptitious adjustment to his slacks, hoping the film would disguise the movement from the other men, and lent his concentration to the stag movie as it moved into the second scene.
The plot apparently involved a man and his wife who both loved for her to be taken by other men while he watched, sometimes joining in. It matched one of Joe's favorite fantasies, but what really shook him was how much the female in the video looked like his wife Val.
Several of the other guys, among them, Vic Stevens, a developer of means, and Grunfeld, the prospective groom commented obliquely on how much the actress resembled Val.
"You know, she does bear a striking resemblance to my wife," Joe agreed.
Off handedly, Vic opined, "Yeah, but this one's a fucking whore. You can't drag Val down to her level. Val's a damn fine lady. Hey," he said holding up his drink, "here's to Val Marcolina, one of Wilmington's finest!"
"To Valerie!" the group called out; and as the men settled back to watch the video where Val's look-a-like was being penetrated in both her pussy and asshole, Grunfeld threw in his two cents: "Yeah, but Val smiles too easily. She flirts with everyone and likes to wear skimpy clothing. Joe, maybe you better ask a few questions when you get home, huh?"
Some genial laughter followed Jon's comment, but a couple frowned at his bad taste and lifted their glass to obscure their true feelings lest they cause political damage to themselves.
"Forget it," Joe said, laughing along with them. "She's got a great shape and knows it. Most women with good bodies flaunt them these days."
Chiding him, Jon said, "Well, if she does, please let me know."
Joe shrugged Grunfeld's comment off, telling Jon he was about to become a married man, and he should realize that his days of chasing tail were at an end. At the same time he made a mental note to track Bernie, Jon's wife-to-be, for any semblance of marital woes in the months ahead.
Business is business, but no one makes fun of my wife and me,
he told himself, keeping his rising anger in check.
To Marcolina's surprise, one person came to Val's defense. "Not if I have anything to say about it," said Gerry Attric, whose eyes remained glued to the screen, and the raven-haired woman jouncing up and down on a ridiculously long black prick.
"Whoa," Vic chimed in, defusing any potential argument between Gerry and Grunfeld. "What have we here? Could it be a man contemplating adultery on his wedding eve?"
"Fuck you guys," Jon blurted. It was obvious that he had had one too many drinks.
"C'mon, they're just kidding," Joe said trying to defuse Vic's demeaning remark and the linking of the porno actress to his own wife. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself to thank Gerry after the party ended. He did appreciate his intervention, and Gerry was a big man in Wilmington banking circles.
The evening ran its course with no further breeching of anyone's honor, and with all save Joe inebriated, they said their goodnights and tumbled into one of several taxis summoned for the occasion. The cars would be picked up the following afternoon by their respective owners.
Joe noticed that Gerry Attric had waited while the others left.
"Not using the free taxi service, Gerry?"
"No thanks, my driver will be here in..." he glanced at his Rolex, "five minutes, or so."
"Well, good. Say, Gerry..."
"Yes, Joe?"
"I want to thank you for what you said earlier." He then added, "You know, when Jon made that comment about my wife."
"Oh that, well, think nothing of it, Joe, It was rude of him. I couldn't let it pass. I noticed that Vic had something to say to him as well as yourself."
"Well, we'd all been drinking, and the actress did resemble Val."
"She did," Gerry agreed, "But Val would never make a film like that. I know in my heart she wouldn't. The woman has too much class."
"Thank you, Gerry, that's very kind of you."
"Think nothing of it. She's a lovely and delightful woman. I've admired her for some time now."
"Oh, I didn't know that," Joe said, wondering where the conversation was leading. But before he could make a further inquiry, Gerry's limo turned the corner and glided up to the curb where they both stood.
"My ride," Gerry said, almost apologetically.
"Ride safely," Joe said, opening the door for him.
"My fondest regards to your wife, Joe. It was a lovely evening. Perhaps we can do it, or something like it, again."
"I'd love too."
"We'll think of something... maybe have you bring Val along."
"That would be nice. Good night, Gerry."
"Good night, Joe."
****
Since the 'host' of the evening was an employee of Joe's, he had him make a copy of the video-tape, and brought it home with him. Val was waiting up for him when he arrived home and he immediately took her on the living room floor, once again making love with her on the bear-skin rug.
As they lay spent afterward Val commented his ardor appreciatively. "Was it the porno film, or Wanda and me that got you so fired up?" she asked, coquettishly.
Without a word, he got up, found the tape and inserted it in the VCR.
Glancing at her body in the full-length mirror, Val began: "I think I need to shave my pussy again..." but stopped as she looked at the video.
"My God... that... looks like me!"
"Doesn't it though?" Joe said flatly.
"Do you think...?"
"No, not for a second, but the resemblance is uncanny. Do you have any relatives that might look like you?"
"Not that I know of, no." Val said quietly. "Jesus... oh, wait until I tell Wanda."
"I'd prefer that you invite her over and show it to her."
"Oh, you want to fuck her?"
"Both of you," he said.
"Well, we've discussed the possibility," Val told him.
"And?"
"I'd have to fuck Carlson too."
"Have you considered doing either?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
Val began chewing the side of her middle finger on her right hand without realizing it.
"It's always been fine with Wanda."
"I'm asking how you feel about it."
"He's a fat slob. I wouldn't be... it wouldn't be very satisfying for me. But if you want her that badly, I'll do it."
"No, Val. I love and respect you too much to make you do something that doesn't appeal to you."
"Thank you, darling. I appreciate that."
"I take it that you would consider swapping with someone more appealing to you?"
"Other than Carlson, yeah, I would."
He kissed her tenderly.
"You... must have someone else in mind," she said moments later. "Who might it be?"
"You're wrong, I don't. But I will be looking around. Of course, if you happen to come up with someone..."
"I understand. I will give it careful consideration before jumping into the so called fire."
"You know, Val, its possible Wanda knows that someone. Do you trust her enough to ask?"
"I will ask. It's possible she'll want you to jump her bones without her husband knowing."
"If you're certain she won't tell him... or anyone else for that matter, go ahead and give it the old college try."
They stopped talking and concentrated on the film. Joe noticed how turned on Val was getting and soon she was on her hands and knees in front of him, rubbing her pussy and occasionally her clit. She turned back to him and with a low moan, guided his hard cock into her hot, wet oven again.
"Oh, yes, Mister, whoever you are! Fuck me! Oh, yeah, fuck me!"
After they both came, Joe whispered to her, "God, Val that was hot. It was like I was watching you with all those men."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I almost felt like it was me up there. Wow!"
****
In the days that followed they watched the tape over and over, each for their own reasons. The following week, Val disclosed that she had mentioned both the film and the possibility of having a three-some without Wanda's husband's knowledge.
"And?"
"Wanda's okay with it, but there is one problem."