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Barbara had let herself go. She wanted to become, once again, the fox she had been. Gordon said he would do anything to help her and he did.
From Barbara to Barbie
Chapter 1
Barbara's tears fell on the white pillow case. After sobbing for several minutes, she reflected on what she had heard. She couldn't have imagined that comments regarding a photograph that had been taken twenty-years ago--nearly half a lifetime ago--could hurt so much. The photograph of Gordon and her displayed in the antique, sterling silver frame that sat on the grand piano in the study, was her favorite. It had been snapped at the beach. They were hugging each other and smiling. She wore a modest one-piece bathing suit but it did little to hide her perfect figure. They were about as attractive as a couple could be. It was what had been said, a few minutes earlier, about that picture that caused her to run to her room and bury her head in her pillow.
"Who's the fox in the photo with your dad?" Asked Troy, Megan's new boyfriend. Troy was a junior and Megan was a sophomore at state college. Barbara thought they may be getting serious. She remembered that she was also a sophomore, but Gordon had been a senior, when she met his family and he met hers for the first time. She never became a junior because they were married when Gordon graduated, then she worked full-time to put him through law school.
Neither Megan nor Troy knew that Barbara was standing just around the corner from the study, or they would never have said what they did. They weren't being cruel, just candid. Barbara hadn't intended to eavesdrop on their conversation but she clearly heard every word.
"That's my mom in the photo with my dad," answered Megan.
"You must be kidding! Well, tell me . . . what happened to her? Did she get sick or something?"
"No," Megan sighed, then, with a touch of embarrassment, she explained. "She just got old."
"Gee Meg, your dad looks better today than he did in the picture but . . . your mom . . . well she must have gained a lot of weight and the grey hair sure doesn't help," he said candidly and sympathetically.
"Yeah," Megan agreed. "She doesn't take care of herself like she used to when I was a little girl. She never goes to the beauty parlor anymore. We've sort of given up . . . neither of us push her anymore, maybe we should," said Megan.
"How old are your folks?" Asked Troy.
Megan took a deep breath, sighed and answered his question. "My dad's forty-five, mom's forty- three."
"Forty-three! I can't believe it, my mom's older than that . . . you've seen her, she's still hot."
Megan wished this unpleasant conversation would end. "She really is forty-three, Troy, like I told you. I know, I know she looks much older than that. I guess some people just age faster than others."
"I'll say. She looks more like sixty. Too bad."
Barbara couldn't bear to just stand there and listen to one more word. She turned and ran to the master bedroom that she had shared with Gordon since they moved into the house fifteen years ago. She remembered that when they moved into the house she still looked very much as she did in the picture on the piano. She was trim, well groomed, some called her beautiful. Not just Gordon, he had to say that she was beautiful because he was her husband, but she knew that others also frequently referred to her as beautiful. Then, she was tall, elegant and moved gracefully. Back then, long brown, glistening hair crowned her head and framed her gorgeous face. Her big eyes were brown, her complexion creamy and without a blemish.
She wasn't stupid, she knew that what they had said was the truth and sometimes the truth hurts, this was one of those times. She once was a fox, as the kids called sexy women today and as Troy had called the smiling woman in the photograph with Gordon. That seemed so very long ago. Now, she was carrying an extra sixty pounds, no wonder she was always tired. Her waist was nearly as big around as her hips and bosom. It seemed that her dress size had been increasing one size each year until now it was a size fourteen. Her hair was no longer brown and shining but grey and dull. Her face had been her best feature, now it was the puffy, sad face of a woman who had aged before her time. The lines at the corners of her eyes that had been so fine when she first noticed them, were now deeply etched into the surface of her skin. Her lips were seldom covered with lipstick anymore and when they were it didn't take long for the color to flare into the small cracks. She had stopped wearing contact lenses several years ago. They were just too much trouble and had been replaced by sensible but unflattering glasses. She knew she was a mess and she hated it.
The worst thing about her deterioration was that she no longer liked for Gordon to see or touch her naked body. When she slipped into the big bed at night, she always wore a comfortable nightgown that left only her feet and arms uncovered. But when they first moved into the house she longed for his caresses. She loved for him to see her naked, to make love to her, the more frequently, the better. Then, she was always moist and ready. Now, she literally seemed to be drying up.
She had heard Troy ask Megan, "did your mom get sick?" Megan said that she hadn't, she had just gotten old but forty-three wasn't old, thought Barbara. Maybe Megan was wrong, maybe she was ill, maybe her illness was depression or some other psychological problem. No matter what the reason, she knew that she couldn't go on like this. Something had to change and change very soon. She wanted to become, once again, the woman in the photo. Alive, eager, beautiful, sexy, sexual, in other words, as Troy had said, a fox.
Barbara wished that Gordon would hurry home from the office. She so desperately needed to talk with him.
Chapter 2
As Gordon Barton aimed the silver Mercedes 500 S north along the lake shore, he thought that he should be the happiest man on earth. He was a partner in a prestigious law-firm. He loved his work. Megan, his daughter, was the apple of his eye. She was smart as a whip. Everything should have been perfect, but it wasn't perfect. He was very worried about his wife. He had been worried about her for years.
God, how he loved her. But their relationship had evolved into one that was much more like a brother sister relationship than a husband wife relationship. It had been more than a month since they had made hasty love one morning before the sun came up. They both knew that his desire for her did not cause his morning erections, or anything that she had done because of her desire for him, but by the pressure from his bladder. Now, it would have been impossible for her to place her legs over his shoulders and pound up against him. Yet that was the way it had been for them for several years, a dramatic reduction not only in frequency but also the intensity of their love making. Her weight and the nightgowns she wore were like layers of armor and a real turn- off for him. Nonetheless, he deeply cared for her. He had almost resigned himself to a relationship that was becoming only platonic. They did cuddle in the big king-size bed but that was about it except for the infrequent, furtive morning couplings.
They had planned on a sister or a brother for Megan but it was not to be. They tried and tried by Barbara didn't get pregnant. Finally, a fertility specialist ran several tests and reported that he produced enough potent sperm to create an army but, because of scarring, Barbara would never create and bear another child. He really believed that there might be a correlation between her weight gain, disinterest in her appearance, the waning of her libido and the early end of her child bearing years.
Half his partners had solved similar problems in a way that was distasteful to him. They had married second wives, trophy wives. Though the firm had a policy against it, most of their trophy wives had been young associates, para-legals, receptionists or assistants at the firm or someone that they had met from the client side. He wasn't blind or dead and found himself surrounded every day by beautiful, sexy, bright women. Women whom he knew found him attractive and let it be known, oh so subtly, that they were available and would welcome an advance from him. The availability was tempting and sure wasn't easy to resist but he had never strayed. Well, he had never strayed in Chicago. He kept a secret about an aspect of his life, an intimate side of his personal life and he wasn't proud of it.
His practice, securities law, required that he travel to New York City several times a year. After the day's work was completed, more often than not, he found himself alone with nothing to do and he really hated being alone. Hell, he was only in his forties. He didn't want the life of a seventy-year-old until he was a seventy-year-old, or maybe even an eighty-year-old.
Inside the quiet comfort of the powerful sedan, Gordon remembered that first time nearly a year ago. He had no idea what possessed him to do it but, for some reason on that particular trip to New York, he was unusually restless and wandered into a topless bar near his hotel before calling it a night. He felt out of place in the raucous smoke-filled room. After taking a seat in the shadows against a wall, as far from the stage as possible, what he saw excited him in a way that he hadn't been excited since the old Barbara was absorbed into the enlarged body of the asexual new Barbara. Two young, very beautiful dancers were on the stage. They weren't just topless, as he expected them to be, they were bottomless as well. They were smiling at the men who were leering up at them and tossing dollar bills on the wooden stage. They brazenly rubbed their breasts and tweaked their swollen nipples. Then, they would crouch down and spread their legs giving those men seated around the stage a bird's eye, gynecological view of their trimmed vaginas.
As he watched the dancers and the audience's reaction to them, he too found himself becoming aroused. He stayed at the club and watched the dancers for half an hour. He couldn't relax in the place because he feared he would be discovered by a client or a colleague. As he was leaving, he noticed a stack of tabloid newspapers near the entrance door and a sign above them inviting customers to "take one." For some reason, which was out of character for him, he took a copy of "New York After Dark," rolled it up and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
Back in his hotel room he turned the pages of the newspaper and saw that it was essentially just advertisements. There were several full page ads for escort services. And several pages of smaller ads offering the same services. They seemed to be screaming at him. "Are you alone?" "Want some company tonight?" "Beautiful models direct to you." "NY's most beautiful women?" "Call now, we'll be there in minutes. Call 24 hours."
Gordon wasn't naive but he wasn't a player either. For the first time in his life he considered calling an escort service. Prior to that moment, he couldn't imagine a man paying for sex. But, he reasoned, he was out of town. He surely wouldn't get emotionally involved with a working girl so what harm could there be in calling and at least getting some information, he asked himself. He sure didn't have to go through with anything. As he was pondering whether or not to place a call, just to get details of course he told himself, he came across a small ad that read, "I'm thirty and I'm told I'm very beautiful. My place or yours. Not a service. Marlene."
Without further thought, he punched 9, waited for the outside line then dialed the telephone number on Marlene's ad. She answered on the second ring. Her voice was earthy and captivating. "This is Marlene, may I help you?"
"I saw your ad."
"Where are you staying, honey?"
"I'm at the Carlisle."
"Are you interested in some company?"
"How does it work?" He questioned.
"Give me your name, I'll call you back and explain everything."
He thought of making up a name but said, "I'm Gordon."
"And your last name, honey?"
"My last name? Sorry, I thought that this would be anonymous."
"It's to make sure that I don't spend a lot of time calling back people who don't really exist. Also, the Carlisle won't put a call through to just a room number. You have to give them the registered name of the guest."
"I'm sorry. I wouldn't be comfortable with that."
"I'm sorry too, you sound real nice, I'm sure we would have a great time. Look, if you change your mind, give me a call. If I don't answer you can leave the information on my answering machine and I'll call you back."
He hung up without saying goodbye. He called home and talked with Barbara. Then, he tried to watch television but kept coming back to the ad in the tabloid newspaper. A half hour later he called the number again. This time it was answered on the fourth ring but not by Marlene, by her answering machine. "Can't come to the phone right now but I do, I really do want to talk with you. Please, pretty please, leave your name and number and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Wait for the beep."
He was about to hang up when he heard the universal beep and said, "Marlene this is Gordon Barton we talked briefly earlier. I'm in room 2735 at the Carlisle, the number here is 351- 4400." When he hung up the receiver he questioned the wisdom of what he had just done. You're getting reckless Barton, he said to himself. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was nearly 11:00. He doubted that he would hear from Marlene that night. She's probably gone to bed, he thought.
He almost always slept in his underwear but, for some reason, that night he crawled between the cool sheets naked. He channel surfed, perused some securities registration drafts and finally turned off the lamp at his beside and fell asleep.
Chapter 3
The ringing of the phone jarred him awake. He cleared his throat before saying, "hello."
"Hi Gordon, it's Marlene. Sorry to call so late. It's nearly 1:00."
"That's okay, I wasn't sleeping," he lied.
"Are you still looking for some company?"
Was he or wasn't he? "Tell me about the arrangements."
"Well, I would come to your room. How long would you want me to stay?"
"I don't know, maybe an hour or two."
"An hour is $300 plus cab fare and I appreciate tips. Would that work for you?"
He had the information. Now, what was he going to do with it? While he was thinking about what to say next she said, "I can be there in twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes he thought. He knew she was thirty, at least that's what the ad read, but he didn't know anything else about her. "What do you look like Marlene?"
She chuckled. "I'm five-seven, hundred and fifteen pounds, short blond hair, blue eyes, 36B. I'm sure you'll be pleased."
He wasn't thinking rationally. Hell, he wasn't thinking at all. "Okay, that would be fine."
"Great! I'll call you from a house phone before I come up. See you soon. And, Gordon, I hope you're rested up, I'm feeling frisky. Bye," she said in a sexy voice that had been lowered at least an octave since they had struck an agreement.
He spent a few minutes straightening the room. He slipped on his trousers and shirt, not bothering with underwear. Then, he found a radio station that was playing soft background music. He left only one lamp and the bathroom light on, brushed his teeth, applied deodorant and splashed shaving lotion on his cheeks. Gees, Barton, you're acting like a school boy, get a grip, he chastised himself. The red light on the telephone flashed even before he heard the ring. "Hello."
"Be right up honey," she said and then hung up.
A few minutes later he heard the soft knock on the door. Before he opened it, he looked through the peep hole and was pleasantly surprised. Though slightly distorted by the small glass lens, the woman who stood on the other side of the door was everything and more that she had described. He opened the door and she slipped into his room.
She was dressed in a business suit, elegant, almost conservative. She was very beautiful. For him the moment was awkward. For her it was routine. "Where are you from?" She asked as she walked to the chair in the corner and sat down, not being at all careful with her skirt.
"Chicago," he said trying not to stare too hard at the skin that flashed above the top of the nylon stocking that encased the leg that was crossed and gently swinging over her other leg.
"Are you a policeman?"
"No, I'm not a policeman. I'm a lawyer." He realized he had better explain. "I'm in private practice."
"That's good." She smiled and asked. " Shall we get the business part out of the way?"
Her question reminded him that this wasn't a date, she was here for only one reason. He reached for his wallet, fished out three one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. They disappeared into her purse. She looked around the room and asked, "do you have anything to drink?"
"In the mini-bar. What do you want?" He asked
"Is there any white wine?"
He bent down opened the mini-bar and took out a half bottle of California Chardonnay. He emptied the small bottle by pouring the contents into the two wine glasses on top of the mini-bar. Marlene took a sip, set the glass down on the coffee table, stood up and said, "can I use your bathroom?"
"Of course."
"Why don't you get comfortable, honey?" Then she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Gordon slipped off his shirt, dropped his trousers and crawled under the sheets.
On the other side of the bathroom door Marlene was thinking that this would be very interesting. This guy, Gordon, sure didn't need to pay for it. He was movie star handsome and she would bet that this wasn't something he did very often. Hell, she would bet he was a virgin to call- girls. She had noticed the band of gold on his finger and would have also bet that his lucky wife didn't have a husband who was accustomed to straying.
The door opened and the bathroom light was turned off before she walked into the room. The business suit was gone. Her breasts were bare, their nipples hard. She wore no panties, only a black garter belt, black stockings and her high heels.
She smiled at him and walked to the bed. "Is there room for me in there?" She teased.
She dropped a small gold foil packet on the night stand, stepped out of her shoes and climbed in beside him. She hardly ever kissed johns but she kissed his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his eyelids. Then she looked down into his blue eyes with her blue eyes, separated by less than a foot, and smiled. She licked her lips and lowered them to his.
For Gordon, it was like his first kiss at a party when the spinning bottle stopped and was pointed at Doris Murphy, he was thirteen. Marlene made him feel like he was thirteen again. As their lips were locked together, his hand tentatively reached between them and touched her breasts. He cupped them. She was communicating without words, the way women do, that she liked what he was doing. Was she acting, he wondered, or did her throaty moans indicate she was truly excited?
Her delicate hand touched his hard chest. While he was tweaking her nipples she was doing the same with his. He hadn't realized how sensitive his nipples were. When he didn't resist, she pinched harder. Then her hand traced the spattering of hair on his chest and moved down to his flat stomach. She stopped at his navel for a few seconds teasing him. Then her hand was touching his cock, encircling it. She broke the kiss, sat up a little and said, "My God Gordon, that's a very nice package. Your wife's a lucky woman."
"How did you know I'm married?"
"Well, most of my dates are with married men." She laughed took his left hand, held it up in front of his face and said, "And, the band of gold on your finger is a dead give away."
Again she leaned down and kissed him. She spread her thighs and straddled his thigh. He could feel her wetness on his leg and nearly lost it. She was rocking from side to side. Her experience told her that it was time. With one hand she cupped his balls. With the other hand she tweaked a nipple while her lips were locked on the other nipple. Then she took the tiny nipple between her white teeth and gently bit. He thought he would explode. The pain/pleasure experience was new to him and he was surprised by his body's reaction. But his chest and his nipples were only penultimate targets. She threw the covers off of them and lowered her head.
Her lips were hot as they kissed the top of his penis. Her pointed tongue tried to pierce the hole at the tip of his shaft, she licked the pearly drop of pre cum that was oozing from the tip, looked up at him, licked her lips and said, "ummmmm, yummy."
Gordon wondered if he had been living a cave. He truly never knew that there were women in the world like Marlene. Then, she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She lowered her head and took several inches into her wet mouth. Slowly she lowered and raised her head. At the same time she sucked and swirled her tongue. If she kept this up for another minute he would cum in her mouth. That wasn't what he wanted to do and she knew it. However, she seemed to be having a good time tormenting him. When he thrust up against her face she realized she had gone about as far as she could.
She lifted up, reached over him, took the foil packet from the night stand and returned to his groin. He couldn't see what she was doing, but when she lifted up again he saw that his throbbing cock was now sheathed in latex for the first time in years. She straddled him and walked on her knees to his chest, until her knees were pressed against his armpits. The neatly trimmed thatch of dark blonde, curly pubic hair was inches from his face. He reached behind her, touched her ass and explored between her legs. She was very wet. He wondered if he had produced the wetness or she had taken care of that artificially when she was in the bathroom.
Marlene almost never let a trick put his fingers inside her. Tongues and cocks were much cleaner than fingers she had learned by experience. But she wasn't thinking of Gordon as a trick, or a john or a paying customer. She hadn't been in his room for fifteen minutes, and she had been with three men already, but for some reason she was attracted to him so when he thrust first one finger, then two deep inside her she said nothing but began to move against them.
"You're so wet." He said.
"Better to fuck you with my dear. Are you ready?"
"Not yet." He wanted to make the most of the situation. His fingers were exploring inside her vagina. If he reached just right and she moved just right he could feel the tip of her cervix. With his other hand he reached above and touched her clitoris. When his finger came in contact with the tiny nub that had peeked out from its hood she moaned. For the next few minutes his hands examined and treated every part of flesh between her legs from the top of her cleft in front to the beginning of her ass cheeks in the rear. Her anus, her taint, her outer lips, inner lips, the slick wet pink skin from her opening and her pee hole to her clit.
Then, Marlene took charge. She scooted back, took hold of his throbbing cock and placed it at her opening. Almost as if rehearsed and choreographed, she sat down and he lunged up, they were joined. For a minute neither moved. Well, that's not entirely accurate because she was doing something internally that was driving Gordon crazy. She was gently milking him. She leaned down and began to kiss him again. Their tongues, his cock and her pussy were dueling.
She broke the kiss and screamed, "fuck me, fuck me harder, ohhhh ummmm oh baby you feel so good." He didn't know if she was acting or not. He sure hoped she wasn't. It seemed unfair that a man couldn't fake it but a woman could.
But Marlene wasn't faking it. She liked to save her climaxes for her lover but she didn't fight it. She had a mini-climax with his fingers. When his cock entered her she came again.
He didn't last long. When she felt him stiffen it brought her over the edge with a mind- shattering orgasm. The tip of the condom was soon full of his ejaculate. After resting for a minute or two, when she lifted off him the latex was shining with her juices. She rolled it off his shrinking penis, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
When she walked back into the room there was a big smile on her face. She washed his cock with a warm cloth. Then slipped back in bed, under the covers and snuggled against him. "That was terrific for me Gordon."
"For me too, Marlene."
"How often do you get to New York?"
"At least once a month."
"Will you call me again?"
"Yes, I will." Then they drifted into an awkward, silent moment. He had been physically satisfied but he was torn. He felt good but at the same time he felt very guilty. He even felt guilty for feeling good.
Marlene knew what was going on in his mind. He needed some space, some privacy. "I better run," she said as she slipped out of bed.
Within a few minutes she appeared as she had when he opened the door to her an hour earlier. Her makeup and hair were perfect. Her conservative suit again covered the beautiful body he had gotten to know. She was ready for business. "Don't get up sweetheart, I'll let myself out," she said as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she was gone and he was alone with his thoughts.
After Marlene left his room, he began to compare his wife, the love of his life, the mother of his daughter with a New York call girl. He knew it was unfair. But he also knew that the old Barbara could have given Marlene a run for her money. Barbara too had loved sex and once she was very, very good at it. Her technique, of course, was limited because her experience was limited to him. He also realized for the first time that he liked women like Marlene. He really, really liked women like Marlene. He knew that he wasn't her first man for the night and probably wouldn't be her last. He liked her liberated sexuality, he was surprised that he wasn't repulsed by it.
When he returned to New York three weeks later he called her again. A pattern developed. On nearly every trip to the big apple they got together. On one four day, three night trip they got together twice. Then, two months ago when he called the number that he had memorized, her recorded voice announced on the answering machine that she would be gone to Europe for a month. He didn't know what to do he had anticipated being with her and was very disappointed. He picked up another copy of "New York After Dark" and scanned the ads. Nothing was interesting to him until he saw listings on one of the pages. The lists included topless bars, video arcades and other categories of adult interest. "Swing clubs," was a category that caught his attention. After reading the list he discovered that they seemed to be in two categories, on-premise and off-premise. Some seemed to welcome single men and others didn't. The one that he was drawn to was for a place called Le Trapeze. It was located in the garment district, open every night and boasted a large facility. It did read "couples only" but he thought it wouldn't hurt to check it out.
Chapter 4
It was only a ten minute cab ride from his hotel. A blue neon sign was over the door in the middle of an industrial block. Just behind the door, in a small vestibule, was a reception window. The guy saw that he was alone and reminded him, "sorry pal, couples only."
"I read that in the ad. I'm from Chicago and thought that I would stop by anyway. I've never been to a club like this before."
"I used to live in Chicago, well in Evanston actually," said the black man wearing a black T-shirt with the club's logo emblazoned across the front of it.
"We live in Glencoe, not too far from Evanston."
The guy on duty seemed to be thinking. "Tell you what pal, it's kind of slow tonight. Come on in and take a look around. It's fifty for an out-of-towner."
Gordon signed a fictitious name, gave the man fifty dollars and was admitted inside. There was a bar, a small buffet and a lounge area towards the front. As he walked around he saw a large group room with five or six couples sitting on the floor which was covered with mattress. Some of the couples were nude, others had green towels wrapped around them. There was a small swimming pool with three nude women playing in the water. A large locker room with two rows of benches in the middle reminded him of his high school gym days. Down a long hall were several rooms, some with the doors closed but others with the doors open. There was no furniture in the small rooms just a mattress covering the floor. There was a circular staircase leading to a second floor with a sign that read "couples only upstairs." He estimated that there were more than a dozen couples on the main floor. Some people were dressed in street clothes, most had the dark green towels wrapped around them and few were dressed in lingerie for the women and boxers or briefs for the men.
He went to the bar, ordered a beer and took it to an area that had a giant screen TV playing a porno. In his blue suit, white shirt and silk tie he felt, and he was, out of place. He quickly took off the tie, slipped it in his jacket pocket, unbuttoned his shirt collar and felt a little more at ease. He hadn't been there long when a man wearing a green towel wrapped around him, who must have been about thirty-five, sat down on the other side of the sectional couch. He said, "I'm Ron, haven't seen you here before."
"First time here for me. I'm Gordon."
"Have you hooked up with anyone yet?" Ron asked.
"Just got here. You're the first person I've spoken to."
"My wife's in the shower. Her name's Nancy, should be out here in a minute."
Gordon was having a hard time following what Ron was saying and watching the action on the TV. This was a strange place. He had no idea what an on-premises swing club would be like or what its patrons would be like. This place seemed like a middle class bar with middle class patrons. He judged that the average age of the couples that he had seen was about forty, some younger, some older. The women seemed to be better looking than their spouses or companions.
"We've been coming here for six months," volunteered Ron. "Usually on a week night. On weekends it's so crowded you can't walk around. I've learned that you can never tell how things will go. Some nights its great, other nights not so great."
He saw Ron look towards the lockers, stand and smile. He was joined by a beautiful brunette also wrapped in one of the large, fluffy green towels. "Gordon, this is my wife Nancy," he said proudly.
"Nice to meet you Nancy."
There seemed to be a glazed look in her pretty eyes. Her face seemed flushed. He wondered if perhaps she had too much to drink. Then it dawned on him, she was horny. She looked like Barbara did, the old Barbara, when she needed more than he had been able to give her. He had seen a similar look in Marlene's eyes once or twice over the past few months when he came too fast for her.
She sat down next to Ron and as she did the towel slightly parted. She had tucked an end over her breasts but from her navel south she was bare. She crossed her legs and smiled at him. As he checked her out, she was checking him out too.
"Have you seen the club?" Asked Nancy.
"Just downstairs. I told Ron that I'm here alone so I haven't been upstairs."
Ron jumped in, "Nancy, why don't you show Gordon the upstairs?" He turned to Gordon and said, "I think you'll find it very interesting. Most of the action's up there."
Nancy stood, held out her hand and said, "come on."
He held her hand and expected her to lead him to the stairs but she led him to the locker area instead. She explained, "street clothes aren't permitted up there. Towels or underwear. Also it's a lot safer to leave your valuables in a locked locker."
He expected her to turn away as he chose an upper locker with a key in the door but she didn't. She folded her arms, leaned against the wall and watched him. He hung up his jacket, sat down on a bench and slipped off his shoes and socks, then placed his shirt and pants on a hanger. He was standing in the locker room of a swing club wearing only his silk boxers. He put his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and skinned them down his legs and stepped out of them. He wasn't in a hurry to cover his nudity. If Nancy wanted to look let her.
Nancy did want to look. She was very attracted to this handsome man. He obviously took care of himself. What was between his legs was impressive, not a blue ribbon winner as the biggest she'd ever seen but a nice size, nonetheless. She tossed him a towel which he wrapped around his waist and then followed her to the circular staircase. He loved the show before his eyes. With each stair that she climbed the towel hiked higher until he could see the moons of her ass peeking under it by the time they reached the top.
Ron was right, most of the action was upstairs. The space was crowded. The red lights were dim. They were at the beginning of a long hallway with rooms on each side. There were no doors on the second floor. Anyone could look into the rooms. There must have been twice as many people crowded here as there were downstairs, thought Gordon. Then, he heard the sounds. The women were much more vocal than the men. Ohhhs, aahhhs, sighs, moans and groans were surrounding him like Dolby Digital. As she held his hand and walked towards the back, they passed several rooms. He glanced in and saw several couples intertwined in each room. The hallway was jammed with the voyeurs. There was an area at the back, like a loft, that overlooked the pool area. She stopped there, didn't say a word but pulled the corner of her towel, that held the makeshift garment together, and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were on the small side but nicely shaped. He saw that she had completely shaved her pubis. She reached for his towel, pulled it apart and let it drop. Then she lifted her face to his, parted her lips and closed her eyes.
Gordon couldn't believe this place. He hadn't been here for half an hour and the prettiest woman that he had seen there was making herself available to him. He didn't resist but succumbed. Somehow, Nancy had pulled him down to the floor without breaking the kiss. She was rubbing his cock, pumping blood into it, making it ready for her. She laid on her back and spread her legs. He crawled between them. When he looked over his shoulder he saw that they had attracted a crowd. There must have been half a dozen people watching them. Before he met Marlene, he would have shriveled up and reached for his towel. He didn't shrivel, he didn't cover up, he felt Nancy's hand on his cock drawing it to her wet opening. Then he was inside her, just the plum shaped head at first, then his entire shaft. He was certain that she came as he sunk in. He felt hands rubbing his ass as he fucked Nancy and saw a pretty, naked black woman smiling at him. She reached between his legs and cradled his scrotum. Then she did something he couldn't have imagined, she parted his ass cheeks with her hands and kissed his anus. She moved in unison with them. Her tongue trying its best to gain entry into his body. The attention from the two women took him over the edge in record time. As much as he tried to prolong cumming, he couldn't. It was like trying to sweep back the tide, it was impossible.
He didn't stay long at Le Trapeze. He returned to his hotel drained but having experienced a new dimension to his sex life. He so wished it were possible to share the excitement with the true love of his life, Barbara, but it would take a miracle for that to happen and he didn't believe in miracles.
Chapter 5
He parked the Mercedes in the garage next to Barbara's black Suburban. The house was quiet. Meg and Troy must be out on the town he thought. "Honey, I'm home," he called out. There was no answer.
He opened the door to their room, saw that it was in darkness and reached for the light switch. Before he could flip the switch he heard the quiet voice say, "please don't turn on the light."
He dropped his briefcase and rushed to the bed. "What's wrong, darling?"
"Just hold me for a minute Gordy, please just hold me."
He sat on the edge of their bed and held her. She nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder. She thought she had no more tears left to shed but she was wrong. The wracking sobs began again.
"My God, Babs, what happened, tell me what's wrong."
She couldn't speak for a minute or two. She knew that it wasn't just the words that had been spoken by Meg's new beau. It had been building for years. She was angry with herself for letting things go this far, for letting them get out of control. She sniffled and then answered his question. "I'm just feeling really down, that's all."
"Bullshit! Did Meg say something? Did you have a fight?"
"No, we didn't have a fight but . . . Meg did say something." Then slowly, everything spilled out, not just what had been said in the study but what she had been feeling for years. The release of her pent up emotions was heartbreaking for both of them.
"I know there are all those gorgeous young women at the firm. I see the way women look at you Gordy, I can't compete with them anymore," she said dejectedly.
"You don't have to compete with anyone, honey."
"That's what you say now, but look at your partners. Half of them have already shed their first wives. The women they dumped looked like me. Those who haven't divorced their wives are married to women who have more self control, apparently, than I have. They may be a few years older but I know them Gordy, they're still beautiful and I'm not anymore."
What she said made him feel like a jerk. He had betrayed her but she didn't know it. She must never know about Marlene or Le Trapeze, he thought. "We can work this out. Babs, I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to help you sooner . . . that you weren't able to talk about your feelings with me. Maybe it was Michelangelo, or some other sculptor, who said, ‘I see my finished statue in the rough block of marble, all I have to do is chip away the unneeded pieces.' Well, I can see my beautiful Barbara still inside you. Together, we'll do whatever it takes to bring you back out. Plastic surgery, lipo-suction, spas, Botox, a personal training program, diet gurus you name it" He held her tightly then said, "I don't care how much it costs or how long it takes. If that's what you really want we'll do it. If it isn't what you want, I'll love you no matter what."
"Oh Gordy it is what I want but I'm not sure I'm strong enough to stick with an ambitious program like that. I used to be strong enough, but I don't know that I am now. I can just see myself getting discouraged and binging on food or coming up with a million excuses why I don't feel like jogging or even walking. I've got to have some compelling, motivating force."
Gordon thought about what she had said. It was true that she had lost herself in her garden and private world. They seldom attended parties and because of that the invitations stopped arriving in their mail box long ago. She didn't really have any close friends. Many of their neighbors were in the same boat she was in. After children, they ballooned and retreated into a world of their own. Not a very exciting world, just a comfortable, familiar one. "You need to talk to somebody, Babs. Somebody who's gone through something like this herself." Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't believe what he was about to suggest. "You need to call Susan."
"Susan! I can't believe you want me to talk with her." But she could believe it because Susan was the only woman that they both knew that had been in the world she was trapped in who had escaped. She hadn't talked with her for two years. Last year, they didn't even exchange Christmas cards. How things had changed.
Susan was her best friend in high school. They smoked their first cigarette behind Susan's house. They compared bra sizes. They double dated at the prom. They were inseparable. They roomed together at state their freshman and sophomore years. Susan was her maid of honor. A year later she was Susan's maid of honor. But Susan's married life was very different than Barbara's. Well, maybe not so different after all.
Susan was a beautiful bride. But a dozen years later, after three children, life had taken a toll. She gained weight. She too let herself go. Sex, that had been so important to her, lost its importance. Susan wasn't married to an understanding husband. Her husband demanded that she lose the weight or she would lose him. The pounds didn't go away but he did. She was divorced with three small children to raise. The alimony and child support helped but they weren't enough. She needed to go to work, both to earn money and to get out of the house. She found a job at a small company that gave her a chance to reenter the work place. She started with filing and helping out in a small office where she became more conscious of her weight, her clothes and her appearance. She began to see herself through the eyes of her co- workers and she didn't like what they saw.
The office staff was pretty much a party crowd. While she couldn't join them for drinks because she had to rush home to the kids, sometimes she wished that she could. She vowed to get back in shape and drop the weight but that proved to be harder than she thought it would be.
Susan watched what she ate and she walked to work everyday when the weather permitted. In three months she had lost nearly thirty pounds then she reached a plateau. Never again would she have worn a size six, never that is, if she hadn't started dating Steve. Steve saw the potential in her. After their third date he asked her come up to his apartment. No sooner had the door closed behind them than he took her in his arms and kissed her. She was starved for affection and melted in his strong arms. It had been a long time since her divorce and Steve was the first man to hold her and make her feel like a woman again. When he cupped her breast she grabbed his wrist and said, "stop."
"What the fuck do you mean stop?" Then he exploded. "Let's get something straight right now Susan! I like you a lot! Girls that I like a lot I fuck a lot!" Then in a more tender way he said, "If that's not okay with you say the word and I'll have you back at your place in a flash. We can still be friends."
"You just don't understand Steve. It's been a long time for me and . . . and . . . well, I don't want you to see my flabby body."
"Baby, I've noticed that you've lost some weight. There's still some to go but I know that within a few months you'll look great again." He kissed her, looked into her eyes and said, "I want you to do it for me. Get skinny for me Susan. Make me and every man who sees you want to stick his dick in your snatch."
Susan told Barbara that he did make love to her that night. Though he was crude he became her inspiration. She wanted him to touch firm hard smooth flesh not lumpy, mushy flesh. The last time that Barbara had visited Susan, she was indeed a size six. She admitted that she fucked Steve and other men. She was pretty, maybe prettier than she had ever been. She was also very promiscuous. She and Steve didn't love each other but they needed each other in the most basic way. He was free to be with other women, she was free to be with whomever she wanted to be with.
Barbara told Gordon everything Susan had revealed--she never could keep a secret from him. When she told him about Susan's new life he called Susan a slut, a whore, a tramp a pin cushion. He told Barbara that he didn't want her to see Susan anymore. She was a bad influence. And so they drifted apart.
"Call her." It wasn't a suggestion. He knew that Susan fucked anything in pants. He knew that she was like Marlene, in some ways, and even like Nancy from Le Trapeze. He also knew that she had successfully completed the arduous round trip from being a swan to becoming an ugly duckling and back to being a swan again.
The next day Barbara did call Susan. They talked for more than an hour. Susan suggested that she start out, like she had, and get down to a manageable weight level before she even considered plastic surgery. She thought that a trip to the beauty salon the next day might do wonders. But it wasn't until she got to the end of the conversation that she confirmed her own method of taking off the last, the most important pounds, and how she kept them off. "Barb, if you get yourself a boyfriend, the pounds will just melt away, I promise. You'd be thinking of him seeing you naked for the first time. Believe me, there's nothing like a new man, a different man. You'd envision a flat tummy, a tight tush, tiny wasp-like waist. I know it's the only thing that really worked for me, trust me. If I hadn't started dating Steve, today I would weigh more than I ever did before. He kept my juices flowing and that helped me keep my resolve."
That night she shared the details of her conversation with Susan with her husband. When she got to the boyfriend part he smiled and said, "she's probably right."
"What're you saying? I thought you'd be pissed." Then she thought for a minute. "Gordon, you're trim. You're in better shape today than when I met you. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Of course not. All I meant was that if having an affair would help you, then I won't stand in your way or ever throw it up to you."
Chapter 6
The next day was a new beginning for Barbara. She threw away her stash of candy. She emptied the cupboards of cake mixes and the freezer of ice cream. She walked a mile but it wasn't easy. That night she was famished from cutting her intake of food by two-thirds. When she stood on the scale at the end of the first week of her new routine, she was pleased to see that she weighed seven pounds less than the week before.
Every day she called Susan and reported on her progress. Susan reported to Barbara on her own progress in trying to fuck every man on the planet. She never ended a conversation without reminding Barbara that the best motivation was picturing herself undressing in front of a new lover.
After three months, unbelievably, she had lost more than thirty-five pounds. When she looked down she saw her feet for the first time in years, not her tummy. She now had a standing weekly appointment at the beauty salon. Every week was the full treatment, hair, nails and makeup. It was costing Gordon a small fortune but that's what he wanted. They had urged her to go blonde, well dark blonde. Her hairdo now resembled Diane Sawyer's, only a shade or two darker. It just touched her shoulders. It was loose, carefree and sexy. It was lustrous, shiny and healthy.
She went back to contact lenses and found the new ones more comfortable than when she used to wear them. Her dentist had whitened her teeth three shades and had, almost instantly, eliminated the effects of decades of coffee, red wine and soda drinking.
She hadn't changed her wardrobe. She had promised herself that there would be no intermediate sizes purchased. Until she could fit into a size eight again, what she already had in her closet would just have to do. She was now walking two miles twice each day and swimming several times a week. She thought that maybe it was time to kick her program into high gear.
That night she and Gordon talked about two weeks at a spa for her. His partner's trophy wives were spa-goers. After checking out several places, he made arrangements for her to spend two weeks at La Costa in California. She flew into San Diego and was met at the airport. The women in the spa program had ground floor rooms around the pool. The regimen was intended for one purpose only, to make the person the very best that they could be in two short weeks. Up early, 800 calorie diets and personal exercise programs that tested each guest's limits. A break everyday for a massage, a visit to the beauty salon and a half hour naked in a tanning bed was the pampering indulgendce that kept them going. Her walking had evolved into jogging. The distance had increased from two miles twice a day to three and a half miles twice a day. By the end of the first week she had firmed up and lost another ten pounds.
She didn't know that Gordon had planned a surprise for her. The first day of her second week, a new person had joined the group. It was Susan. Gordon had paid for the week at the spa, her transportation and arranged for someone to take care of her kids. It must have cost him a small fortune.
One night they were in Barbara's room reminiscing when out of the blue Susan asked, "Barb, do you remember the first time you went all the way with Gordon?"
"I'll never forget it, of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"What was so special about that night?"
Barbara thought this must be some kind of a trick question. "Well, giving myself completely to someone that I love."
"That's pure horseshit! Let me tell you what made it so special. It was something you hadn't done before. It was something that was new, different. You had been raised, like me, to think that it's wrong to screw before your marriage, so fucking Gordon before your wedding day was also forbidden. All of that made the first time with him incredibly exciting." She paused then continued. "Guess what my friend? I get to do that, to recapture those very same feelings once or twice a week."
"Let's face it Susan, you're a shameless slut."
Susan laughed, but didn't disagree. "You got me Barb. Seriously, there isn't anything else like wondering what your date will look like when he gets naked. How big will his cock be? Will he be a good lover? Will he be anxious to eat at the Y club or will he be a priss?" Will he cum in two seconds like a rabbit or will he have you begging him to stop after an hour? What will he taste like?"
"I don't see it like that. For some of us, Susan, one first time is enough for a lifetime."
Susan shook her head in disagreement. "No my friend, variety is the spice of life. Big men, little men. Tall men, short men, White men, black men, yellow men, brown men. Circumcised, un-circumcised. No Barb you just can't get it all in a single package." She let this sink in before she went on. "Once is not enough. And, guess what, the same thing applies to men. Don't kid yourself, they think the same way. Even Gordon, he's a man, he must wonder about a woman he finds attractive, what will she look like naked? Will she be a good lover? What will her boobs look like? Will she swallow? Will she just lay there like a princess or will she fuck like a mink?"
"Believe me Susan, Gordon's enough for me or any woman. I guess I'm just a one man woman."
"Oh, I'll admit that Gordon's a hunk, I wouldn't mind having a go at him myself."
"Gordon's not like that. He doesn't play around."
Susan shook her head in disbelief. "My God, Barb, he's a man and you're a woman. You're no different than any of us. You've been married forever. I seriously doubt that the thrill of being with him the first time is still there every time. In fact, I know it's not. Think about it, if you were with a new man, when you got behind a closed door you'd be thrilled and excited beyond words, as you exposed your body slowly, inch by inch and watched his reaction. You'd go crazy as his throbbing cock juts out from his body because he wants to plant it in what is being revealed to his eyes, your cunt."
"Susan I think that there's something even more special about a relationship as it matures and you feel comfortable with your mate."
"Boring, boring! I think that's crap. You must have been reading a book or something. In the real world, there's not much good about routine, if you ask me. What about anticipation? The anticipation of spreading your legs and welcoming a strange cock inside you? There's nothing like that first time. Unfortunately, you can only have one first time per man. Seconds and thirds and so on are great, but there's only one first time."
"Look, let's agree to disagree, okay?" Said Barbara.
"You don't have to agree with me. I just think you're missing something. I know that no man is enough for a sexually healthy woman. Think about it, we're built different. I doubt that you can look me in the eye and tell me that when Gordon's done for the night you're always completely satisfied. I'll just bet that there are times, maybe not in the last few years after you gained all that weight and let yourself go, but before, when you longed for more, much more, more than any one man is capable of giving a healthy woman."
"Let me get this straight. Are you saying that not only do you sleep with different men, but sometimes you're with more than one at a time?" Asked Barbara.
"You got it sister," Susan boasted. "The very best times are when Steve brings home a friend or two. There's plenty for everybody. Always a hard fresh cock. And Barbara, don't knock it until you've tried it."
"I'm not knocking it or condemning your lifestyle, Susan. I'm happy that you're happy. For me, I'm sure that now that I've lost most the weight and I feel a lot better about myself, things will be much better between Gordon and me. I don't want other men, I don't need other men and Gordon wouldn't want me to have other men." However, as the last phrase left her lips, she couldn't help but remember Gordon's willingness for her to have an affair if she thought that would help. She wondered what he was thinking.
By the end of her stay at La Costa she weighed in at 133 pounds. The beauty salon had improved upon the color and style of her hair. Her body was tan, her complexion improved. Body wraps and exfoliation treatments had helped to make her, once again, nearly a fox. She looked far better than she had in several years but she wasn't the total fox that Troy had seen in the photo on the piano.
The lines around her eyes, the puffy pads beneath her eyes, the varicose veins on the backs of her legs and the loose skin on her stomach wouldn't disappear with exercise or diet. The attention of a skilled surgeon was required. The director of the spa had recommended a celebrity plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills and had called to make an introduction. Gordon encouraged her to get it done.
At the airport in San Diego, Susan and Barbara hugged each other and parted. Susan flew home and Barbara took the short flight to Los Angeles. She had been booked into a small, very exclusive Beverly Hills hotel whose clients had one thing in common, they were all plastic surgery patients.
The surgery took less than three hours. The painful and unpleasant recovery at the hotel would take another week. When Barbara awakened after her surgery she was in her hotel room. She felt like she had been hit by a truck. Every inch of her body ached. Her face, abdomen and legs were covered by thick bandages. She had the face lift, her eyes done, a tummy tuck, and varicose vein removal that she had planned on but Dr. Shalman had urged her to also have lipo- suctionl. He told her that he would remove five to ten pounds of fat and be able to shape her hips, thighs and buttocks and return them to how they had been ten years earlier. He seemed to know what he was doing and had impeccable credentials--she had seen many of his patients on the big movie screen and grace the covers of fashion magazines--so she agreed to the full treatment. That first long uncomfortable night she wondered if she had made the right decision.
Two days later she was sure she had made the wrong decision. When the bandages were removed she looked like she had been in a fight with Mike Tyson and lost. Her face was swollen and covered with greenish, ghastly bruises. But, as the good doctor had assured her, the face healed better and more quickly than any part of the body. By the time she was ready to check out of the specialty hotel, the bruises were nearly gone. Most of the micro sutures had been removed, others would dissolve. With heavy makeup, the fine red scars and the fading bruises were almost invisible. Her tummy and abdomen were healing too. He encouraged her to be careful and return to her exercise program slowly. No sit-ups, ab crunches or vigorous jogging for another week.
It had been nearly four months since she had sobbed on Gordon's shoulder and they had agreed to do whatever was necessary to bring back the old Barbara. She now weighed 126 pounds. Men noticed her and smiled at her hoping for a smile in return. On Rodeo Drive, she splurged. She found that a size eight fit her perfectly so she filled a new suitcase with purchases.
Gordon was waiting for her at O'hare when she cleared the secure gate area. "My God, Babs, let me look at you. You're beautiful." He didn't see the tears of happiness that spilled over her eye lids because her eyes were covered by big dark sunglasses, as they would be for a few more days until the last of the swelling and discoloration completely disappeared.
Chapter 7
That night he had arranged for a candle-lit dinner in their dinning room. He had ordered from her favorite restaurant and heated up the hot dishes by carefully following the micro wave instructions the chef had written. Bouquets of roses were in the living room, the dining room and their bedroom. After the delicious meal they walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom. Barbara had vowed to never wear a nightgown or pajamas to bed again. She went in the closet to get ready for bed. As Gordon slipped naked under the covers and waited for her, he couldn't help but think of the first time in New York as he anxiously awaited for Marlene to step out of the bathroom.
When Barbara walked into the room, she stopped and posed for her husband. He had been so supportive. He had encouraged her, paid for the visit to the spa and Susan's stay as well. He had paid for the plastic surgery. It was time for him to see just what he had purchased. She turned and put her hand on her hip. Gordon was surprised to see that she wasn't completely nude because she was wearing high heels. He couldn't remember a time when she had come to bed like that. It was kind of slutty and he loved it. If he had been able to hear the late night discussions at La Costa between Barbara and Susan he would have known where the idea came from. If anything, Barbara was more beautiful than Marlene, he realized. He knew that she was older than Marlene but tonight she sure didn't look it. She was a little taller, a little sexier a little hotter.
"Baby, you look so sexy. I need you so much, look at me." He threw back the covers barring his body and his rock hard cock.
"Is all of that for me?" She teased.
"Only for you." Then a wave of guilt came over him because it--his cock-- hadn't been exclusively hers, at least it hadn't been lately. While she was in California he had been with Marlene in New York and an Hispanic woman whose name he didn't even know at Le Trapeze. He knew that he wasn't any better than his partners. His recriminations were quickly replaced by other feelings as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
They kissed. While their lips and tongues were engaged, their hands explored each other as if for the first time. His fingers touched her breasts, breasts that hadn't needed the attention of a surgeon's scalpel. Natural full, perfect. Breasts that loved to be fondled and kissed. Sensitive breasts that were capped by nipples that seemed larger and harder than ever before. His fingers could feel the ribs beneath her skin. It had been years since he was able to feel the cage of her torso. She certainly wasn't skinny but there wasn't an unneeded ounce of fat on her upper body. Her tummy was again the tummy that he remembered the first time they had fucked in this bedroom. She winced when he rubbed her abdomen too hard and he realized that it must still be tender. He reminded himself that he would have to be more careful.
Barbara loved to feel his hard cock. As she gripped it in her hand and stroked it she wondered if she would do what Susan said she should do? Could she actually take it in her mouth and work it until he spewed and then swallow every drop of his cum? She loved to suck him but she had never swallowed or even let him cum in her mouth. Maybe tonight, she thought.
Other than her breasts, the other part of her anatomy that needed no help from the plastic surgeon's scalpel was nestled between those gorgeous thighs. Even when she was heavy, her vagina was still a work of art. No flesh sculpting needed there, he thought. He saw that she had trimmed her pubic hair to accommodate the extremely high cut exercise outfits they wore at La Costa. She also was looking forward to the day, in the not too distant future, when she would be able to wear a bikini again and she was prepared for it, she had told him. He loved it when the lips were engorged, when they were coated with the juices that her glands had produced especially to make it easier for a cock to enter her. He loved it when they flared open, inviting, pulsing and ready.
He stopped kissing her and took a swollen nipple in his mouth and nibbled on it. She moaned and held his head like a baby's. She knew that he would soon switch to the other breast and he did. He knew exactly what she liked. He kissed the bottom of each booby before he began his journey to her mound. She knew that it would take two or three minutes and then he would stop to carefully pay attention to her navel which he did. She was positive that his fingers would part her lips as he kissed her tummy and he did. She knew from experience that he would insert first one finger and then two and that they would explore whatever they could reach inside. Then, as expected, he moved them in and out in a fucking motion until he brought her to her first orgasm. She wasn't surprised but expected for him the place her legs over his shoulders and then use his tongue as a spear that cleaved her lips and enter her vagina as deeply as possible. He would make her climax two times, two more wonderful orgasms before he replaced his tongue with his throbbing shaft.
She knew that it would be wonderful and it was. Neither of them were surprised when he placed her legs over his shoulders for the first time in years. She had never been more limber. "Oh Gordon, you don't know how much I've missed this. Oh, it feels so good. You're so big, so hard, fuck me. Oh, Ohhh, Ahhh that's it, that's it, don't stop . . . don't stop . . . mmmmm . . . don't cum yet. She pounded against him and matched him stroke for stroke.
For his part Gordon loved the feeling of sinking balls deep into her sopping pussy. He loved the feel of her juices on his thighs. He loved her legs over his shoulders. He loved to make her cum. He couldn't imagine being married to a sexless woman, but he had been, hopefully she would never again revert to that Barbara. He did his very best to prolong his climax. He wanted to make it last, for this night to be special and memorable for both of them. What she was doing to his cock, and his mind, was something not even a pro like Marlene could do. This Barbara was freer and more enthusiastic than even the old Barbara. Finally, he had reached the point where he couldn't hold off. His climax was explosive. Hers shattering.
It didn't take long for an exhausted Gordon to fall into a very deep sleep.
As she listened to his heavy steady breathing, Barbara found that she couldn't sleep. A myriad of thoughts were dancing around inside her brain. She tossed and turned. The lovemaking with Gordon had been wonderful but in some ways she realized that what Susan had said just might be true. Sex with her handsome husband was comfortable but it was also predictable. There wasn't anticipation of the unknown, but anticipation of what she knew was to come. It wasn't bad, in fact it was fantastic but there were no surprises. Could Susan, Susan the slut, possibly be right. Could she recapture the feelings of her youth by being with a different man, with different men?
As the sun was rising, she quietly slipped out of bed while Gordon was still sleeping soundly. She fixed a light breakfast, fruit, croissants and steaming cups of coffee. When she walked back into the bedroom carrying the breakfast tray, the fragrances teased his nostrils and helped to nudge him awake.
As he stretched she said, "good morning sleepy head."
"Good morning yourself, gorgeous. Last night was fantastic."
"For me too," she replied.
They ate the berries and french breakfast pastries, then slowly sipped their coffee. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed in her black negligee. When he sat his empty cup on the night stand he said, "take that off and get back in bed."
She dropped the flimsy garment to the carpeted floor and slid back into the warm bed beside him. For the first time in years they were about to make love for the second time in just a few hours. He was hard and eager, she was wet and ready. But this morning he wouldn't enter her vagina, only her mouth. She took him in as deeply as possible and then used the muscles of her jaw and the insides of her mouth to bring him almost to a climax. "Oh, baby, that's enough, let me in."
Barbara remembered Susan's challenge. "Let him cum in your mouth but don't even think about spitting it out, swallow it and let him know that you loved." She didn't relinquish his shaft even when he said, "stop honey, I'm getting too close, let me put it in you."
She starred into his eyes and shook her head. She could feel him stiffen and actually her tongue, that was swabbing the back of his cock, felt his load rushing through the tube underneath his penis and then it erupted deep inside her mouth. With her hand she milked the last drop. The thick salty fluid wasn't in her oral cavity for very long. She accepted Susan's challenge and swallowed every drop.
Gordon thought he might just die. He never expected her to do that. Maybe he had misjudged her. She actually swallowed his cum and seemed pleased with herself for doing it. While she didn't have a climax she was, in a different way, satisfied. She was satisfied with herself for doing something that was different. This was a first time and as Susan had promised, it had been exciting. How many sexual firsts could there be for a husband and a wife who had been married as long as they had been married?
Gordon too was wondering just how far this different Barbara might go? The exercise, diet and surgery had brought out a new woman, not just physically but obviously sexually as well. Susan must have filled her head with raunchy thoughts and ideas. Well, he had a couple of ideas of his own. "Honey, I'm flying to New York City in a couple of weeks. Why don't you fly with me? We haven't done that for a long time. We can catch a play, you can shop and jog in Central Park and, who knows, we might find other exciting things to do."
"Oh, that sounds great. I can't wait."
It didn't take long for Barbara to get back in the routine of things at home. She had recovered faster than she expected. She walked for a couple of days and then began jogging again. She had no difficulty in sticking with the maintenance diet that they had recommended at La Costa. Because Megan was back at college, she was able to spend an hour every day in the nude lounging at the poolside. And, every night they made love.
By the time they departed for New York City, there was no evidence that she had undergone surgery.
Chapter 8
They checked in at the Carlisle just in time to make early dinner reservations and arrange for tickets to a popular Broadway show. Dinner at the Quilted Giraffe on Third Avenue was perfect. They arrived at the theater on 43rd Street just as the curtain was being raised. She felt like Gordon was courting her. The show was wonderful. When the performance was over, they decided not to take cab back to the hotel but to walk slowly, hand-in-hand like young lovers. Gordon checked his watch, saw that it was a few minutes before 11:00. "Barbara, are you ready to call it a night?"
"I'm not really tired if that's what you mean, why do ask?"
"One of the guys in the New York office told me about this club, kind of wild club. I was wondering if you would like to go there, just to check it out?"
"Is it a disco?" She asked.
"He said that they dance there but that it's a private club . . . anything goes."
Now this is interesting, thought Barbara. "I'm still not following you Gordy." They had stopped walking.
Without further explanation about the club he said, "we can check it out if you want to." He hoped that he wouldn't regret his suggestion. If she was up for it, and they did go, he sure hoped that they wouldn't run into Ron and Nancy.
"I'm game," she said enthusiastically, "if we don't like it we can always leave."
He flagged down a cab and in five minutes they were in front of the club that he had been in twice before. She followed him to the window where he extracted some bills and signed something. She wasn't quite prepared for the crowd of couples, most of whom seemed to wearing dark green towels for some reason. The men wearing the towels were barefoot, most of the women wore high heels.
He directed her to the lounge area and said, "wait here, I'll get us a couple of drinks."
She sat down on the same sofa that Gordon had been setting on when he met Ron and then Nancy months before. She was shocked at what was playing on the big TV. It was a porno movie. A black man was fucking a beautiful blonde woman. My God, she thought, there must be some kind of a camera trick because everyone knew that men's genitals didn't come in that size. She wasn't a prude and this wasn't the first time that she had seen a hardcore video but it was the first time, however, that half a dozen other people, whom she had never even met, were raptly watching it too. She did her best to act nonchalant. Gordon returned, handed her a glass and sat down beside her.
She leaned against him and quietly asked, "Okay, Gordon tell me what kind of club this is?"
"Bill called it was a swinger's club," he answered while looking at his drink, not at her. "Shall we walk around and see what it's like?"
"Let me finish my drink first." So, her husband had asked her to accompany him on this trip. They left three days before he had business to conduct. They had the weekend to themselves. He had guided them, purposefully, to this place. Did that mean that he wanted them to participate in what goes on here, whatever that might be?
They sat their empty glasses on the bar, held hands and began their exploration. The dance floor was crowded. Two couples were in the swimming pool. On the pool deck a nude woman, laying on a massage table, was getting a massage from a bare-chested black masseur. Barbara saw two couples walk down a hall, enter a room and close the door. As they walked down the same hall she noticed that most of the doors were closed. Behind the two doors that weren't closed were small rooms with mattresses completely covering the floors. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know the sole purpose of those rooms.
In the locker room area, she saw two or three couples undressing and wrapping their nude bodies in the large green towels. Along the walls of an open group room were a dozen couples. Some were just watching, others were making out and still others were wildly fucking. At the circular stairway a couple stepped past them and began their ascent. Barbara started to follow them up when a black man wearing a black T-shirt, who must have been a bouncer or something like that, stopped her. "Sorry honey, no street clothes allowed up there."
"What's up there?" she asked.
"It's for couples only." answered the black man. "It's the busiest part of the club. You'll have to see for yourself." She thought that his look was more of a leer than a smile.
"So, what do you think?" Gordon asked as they returned to the lounge area with fresh drinks.
"I never knew there were places like this. Sheltered living, I guess. Susan would sure feel right at home here, wouldn't she?" Barbara laughed, thinking of her friend being let loose in this place.
"I imagine she would," Gordon replied. "What about you, what do you think of this place, Babs?"
"Kind of tacky. A strange crowd. I mean, they must range in age from early twenties to late sixties. I saw a couple walking around who must have even been seventy." She took a sip of her drink. "Also, in appearance the range is about as extreme. I've seen some handsome men and beautiful women but I've also seen couples who were very unattractive. "What do you think of this place Gordon?"
"I think it's kind of exciting. About as different from our daily lives as it could be. Something new." He paused and seemed to be thinking about her question then said, "I guess, I kind of like it?"
"I'm not sure what you mean. Do you want to stay? If we stay, do you want us to change our clothes? If we do that do you want us to go upstairs?" She seemed somewhat exasperated as she said, "I can't read your mind Gordon. You'll have to tell me what you want to happen."
"It might be fun to stick around. Change clothes, sort of go with the flow, see what happens."
So that's it, she thought. He didn't have to beat her over the head to make her understand. He wanted them to change into the signature green towels. He wanted them to explore the upstairs space together. And, then what? She stood up, reached for his hand and walked back to the locker room. Another black man wearing the club's black T-shirt handed her a key to a locker and asked for their first names. There was no possibility of modesty in this cramped room. She saw two other couples disrobing as she slipped off her jacket and hung it in the small locker. Gordon was taking off his shoes as she up-zipped the black dress and let it fall to the floor. By the time her bra and panties were in the locker, Gordon was also naked.
Gordon, the black attendant and the two couples stopped what they were doing and openly starred at her. She was tempted to cover her breasts and pubis but she fought the temptation. She saw that Gordon was smiling. He was proud of her. He didn't seem to be upset that the other men ogled her. Actually, he seemed to like it. Confidently, she reached up on the shelf, took two of the folded towels and tossed one to Gordon. She wrapped hers around her and tucked in a corner above her breasts.
They watched couples dancing for a few minutes. Then without saying a word they walked to the staircase. She stepped out of her shoes and her high heels joined many others at the foot of the stairway. Gordon's view surpassed the one he had seen the night that Nancy preceded him up the same stairway. This time it was Barbara's ass that was two feet in front of his face. By the time she reached the second floor, more than half of each tanned cheek was exposed. She teasingly pulled the makeshift hem down.
She was overwhelmed by what awaited them upstairs. People were so packed in-- liked sardines in a can-- that it was difficult to move. When her eyes adjusted to the dim red glow, she saw that most of the people at the club weren't in the lounge, they weren't dancing or in the group room or the swimming pool, they were jammed in this space. Gordon took her hand and tried his best to lead the way toward the rear of the second floor. However, to get there they had to squeeze by dozens of people crowding the hall and spilling out from the rooms on both sides. It was like running a gauntlet, thought Barbara. A gauntlet of reaching, exploring naughty hands. They hadn't moved a foot before the first hand caressed her ass. As they inched forward, other hands touched her shoulders, her waist and fondled her swollen breasts. She wasn't claustrophobic but she was finding it hard to breath.
Gordon's destination was the loft area that overlooked the pool. When he was with Nancy the space had been open, this night there were already several couples there. At the end of the hall was a small open room. An attractive oriental couple, also wearing the familiar green towels, was sitting on the floor covered with mattresses and leaning back against the wall. Gordon led Barbara into the room and dropped to the floor next to the woman. Barbara sat down on the other side of him.
The woman on Gordon's right pressed her hip against his. Barbara was doing the same thing. He was sandwiched between a cute stranger and his beautiful wife. He leaned to Barbara and kissed her. Her lips were hot, wet and compliant. Barbara saw the woman on the other side of Gordon place her hand on his thigh, an invitation. He didn't remove it or even acknowledge the woman's touch. He touched Barbara's thigh and she slightly parted her legs. Then, Barbara saw his hand touch the other woman's leg in the same place. The three of them scooted down in unison until they were prone. The other woman's husband remained seated, propped against the wall, intensely watching the three of them. When Gordon broke the kiss, Barbara touched his shoulder and gently pushed him towards the other woman. He looked into her eyes for confirmation. Almost imperceptibly, Barbara nodded.
Gordon leaned over and kissed the pretty stranger. Her lips opened and her tongue probed his wet mouth. While he was kissing the woman on his right, Gordon touched Barbara's breast through the terry cloth with his left hand. At the same time his right hand touched the smaller breast of the Asian woman. Though her breasts were smaller than his wife's, her nipples were huge. Soon, the action of his hands caused both of the women's towels to come loose. Within a minute both women were completely nude, laying on the towels that had been their only covering. Gordon broke the kiss and leaned to his wife and began to kiss her again. Barbara knew that the moisture on his lips and in his mouth, at least some of it, was the other woman's saliva.
Gordon pulled his towel loose, dropped it and joined the women in their nudity. Now, they were still laying on their backs and he was between them laying on his stomach. He alternated his kisses but his hands were democratic. Each breast and each nipple received equal and simultaneous treatment. Then his hands moved lower. He rubbed their tummies then touched the pubic hair, the trimmed sparse hair above his wife's cleft and the full black, silky hair that surrounded the other woman's vagina. His fingers parted their lips and probed until they touched two swollen clits. Barbara's was bigger than he ever remembered and bigger than the oriental woman's. Then his fingers entered, concurrently, two wet, hungry pussies. He repeated the actions of his right hand that he knew would produce a predictable response, a climax from his wife, very soon, with his left hand and a new partner whose reaction was unknown to him.
Barbara saw that a crowd had gathered at the opening of the room. There must have been five or six people packed tight watching and waiting. She knew that they could see Gordon's fingers as the moved in and out of both of them. Even though she had an audience she couldn't help but spread her legs wider and bend her left knee to make it easier for him. She felt the liquid ooze from her body as it coated his fingers. She heard the moans of the other woman and knew that Gordon's fingers must be working their magic on this new, different flesh. She looked over at the woman's husband who hadn't moved but who watched everything that was happening to his wife. The sighs from the other woman and the skillful movement of her husband's fingers brought Barbara to an orgasm.
Gordon didn't want to cum. Well, he didn't want to cum yet. He had just brought his wife and this oriental lady to climaxes. It was time to do more. He moved his body over his wife and between her legs but before he could enter her she whispered in his ear, "do her, Gordy."
"What?" He whispered back.
"You heard me," she said quietly, "I want you to do her . . . I want you to fuck her . . . I want to watch you fuck her."
He waited for a minute then climbed over his wife's leg to the waiting woman. When he was between her legs she scooted down even farther and bent her knees. She reached for his cock and was happily surprised by its length and girth. She brought it to her opening and he pushed forward.
Barbara was on fire. A fire that was usually extinguished, at this stage of their love making, by Gordon ramming his shaft inside her and fucking her until he couldn't hold back a second longer. But Gordon was very busy. The moans and sighs were coming from the other woman, not from her. When Gordon left her and went to the other woman her own legs were still splayed. Every member of the audience that had gathered at the opening of the small room could see her wet swollen lips and the opening to her empty pussy. She looked at the people who were now focused on Gordon's broad back and what they could see under him of the oriental woman who was matching him stroke for stroke. But not everyone was watching the fucking couple.
A tall dark man with long grey hair to his shoulders, who must and been from India or Pakistan, could have cared less what the couple was doing. His eyes hadn't looked at anything but the beautiful blonde, who was now alone. Their eyes locked for the briefest moment. He waited for her to turn towards her husband or close her legs. Either action would have been a signal to him that she wanted to be left alone. But she didn't close her legs or turn towards the couple locked together. She kept looking directly at him. He entered the room, tore off his towel and dropped to his knees in the exact spot that Gordon had vacated moments before.
Barbara has having a hard time breathing as the man lowered himself. She felt the curly hair on his brown thighs as they brushed her smooth inner thighs. He leaned down and his lips touched hers. She could taste a mixture of cigarettes and aged scotch. This wasn't a familiar mouth but it was doing things to her mouth that were exciting beyond words. She didn't even know the name of the man who was between her legs and kissing her, yet her body was responding enthusiastically to him. She knew she was gushing, aching, ready and willing. She reached down between them and came in contact with his nest of coarse black pubic hair. Then they encountered the base of his shaft. She thought that something was wrong. This wasn't familiar, this was very different than Gordon's. Different and much, much wider. There was no way her fingers could encircle it. Then she moved her hand up towards the tip of the giant penis. It couldn't possibly be that long, could it? It was. It was far longer than the one she had seen in the pornographic video downstairs, longer than anything, anything human that is, that she could have imagined. There was skin covering the plum size head, Gordon was circumcised.
Barbara's thigh was suddenly jammed into Gordon's side. Gordon broke the kiss and looked to his right. He shouldn't have been surprised by what he saw because he had done almost everything possible to make it happen, but he was still very surprised. His wife was laying under another man. She was enthusiastically returning the stranger's kisses. He saw that the man hadn't entered her yet though he was about to. As he looked between their bodies he thought that the dim light must be playing tricks on him. That couldn't possibly be a penis in the small hand of his wife, could it? A mixture of feelings washed over him. He was unbelievably excited but a little jealous and very worried at the same time. If what he saw between the man's legs wasn't an illusion, he couldn't imagine how Barbara's tight sheath could possibly accommodate what she was holding in her hand.
Barbara's thoughts were the same as Gordon's. The man was rutting against her. He put his mouth to her ear and said, with a clipped English accent, "put it in baby, put it in."
She moved it to her cleft and rubbed it up and down covering it with her juices and transferring his precum to her slit, then placed it directly at her opening. He pushed, gently, but the head didn't pop in. She pushed back, her body still resisted the head that was much bigger than the one to which it was accustomed, the one buried deep inside the cute oriental woman laying next to her. Barbara was perspiring and gasping for breath but determined. As their bodies adjusted, she felt the huge head enter her. Then, he moved very slowly an inch or two, then he stopped and she adjusted. It was Barbara who moved next and absorbed another three inches. Her lips were stretched as tightly as possible around the brown shaft of the stranger, a man whose name she didn't even know. She lifted her feet from the mattress covered floor. Her thighs cradled his body. Together they made it possible for four more inches to enter her. The cudgel pushed her cervix out of the way and went past it and hit bottom. She caught her breath and felt that there were several more inches outside her body, she didn't see how she could possibly take anymore.
The man pushed until she said, "oh, take it easy, stop . . . it's . . . it's hurting."
Gordon stopped moving when he heard his wife say, "it's hurting." What was he to do? Should he tell the man to stop? What had he gotten them into? Then, before he could say or do anything he heard a different plea.
"Oh yes, that's it . . . easy, just a little more . . . oh that feels so fucking good . . . ahhh . . . a little more, go slow . . . be easy . . . you're so biggg."
Barbara's vagina was adjusting, the flesh at the very back of her pussy was yielding. The elasticized flesh was being pushed and prodded by the huge shaft. Her glands were working overtime to help by providing the necessary lubrication. Fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch her body absorbed more and more of his penis. Even though it was uncomfortable, she wanted it all, every inch and so she urged him on. She had heard that most of the vaginal nerve endings were near the opening. Well maybe there was something wrong with her, she thought, because the exploring penis was exciting nerve endings deep inside her that had never been touched before. "Don't stop . . . keep going, more . . . more . . . more . . . please give me more," she begged.
"There isn't anymore," said the man. He rested on his elbows so as not to crush her and to let her get used to the complete impalement. His pubic bone was smashed against hers. Then, so slowly, he withdrew a few inches and dropped down again. Each stroke nearly knocked the breath out of Barbara who was synchronizing her own movements with his. She reached to her right and found Gordon's hand which she gripped tightly, her nails digging into his palm.
It was hard for Gordon to concentrate on the cute oriental woman. His wife, who was laying on her back right next to him, was being fucked by a giant penis attached to a foreigner neither of them knew and she was loving it. Without missing a stroke, he leaned over and began to kiss his wife as he was fucking the woman beneath him. In some way the four people were joined in an erotic dance that was being watched by the small but growing audience. The intensity of the situation proved to be too much for Gordon. The warm wet pussy and the movements of its owner, the passionate kissing of his wife, the signals she was communicating with her hand to his hand and the sounds emitted by his wife in the throes of passion took him over the edge. He stopped kissing Barbara and announced, "Oh, Oh, here it comes, I'm cumming."
His climax took Barbara over the edge as well. Her cries were muffled by her new lover as he quickly covered the mouth that Gordon had relinquished. She could feel the stranger's penis begin to pulse and his large body stiffen. It didn't seem as if he would ever stop, he just kept cumming and cumming. Barbara expected the man's huge cock to shrink because he had just climaxed but it didn't shrink and become flacid, it remained hard as a rock. Then, he started moving again slowly, then faster and harder. His cock was coated with his own ejaculate and Barbara's fluids which were now leaking and being pumped out of her and soaking the mattress.
Gordon rolled off his own partner. Unlike the man who was pounding into his willing wife, his cock did shrink and pop out of the used cunt. The cute oriental crawled to her husband who welcomed her into his arms. Gordon felt like a third wheel. His wife was now totally occupied. There wasn't a free hand to squeeze or lips to kiss. She was being passionately kissed and her hands were moving over his back, his shoulders and clutching his ass. She was matching and meeting every stroke. The lips of her vagina were gripping the pounding cock as tightly as possible. With each out stroke they held on, distended and stretched out half an inch. The pool of their mixed juices that had puddled beneath their writhing bodies was widening.
There were no time-outs, they didn't take a break. They did alter the pace of the intercourse as they adjusted their positions. Slow, fast, loving and intense. It didn't stop for nearly an hour. At last, Barbara's body brought him to another climax, a final climax. They were both soaked in perspiration. Her hair was wet and matted. She was sore but so stimulated that a warm breeze across her clit would have taken her off like a shot.
The crowd disbanded. Somehow the man disengaged himself, grabbed his towel and disappeared. "Put it in baby, you put it in" and "there isn't any more" were the only words that he had spoken to her. She didn't even know his name. She didn't know where he lived, what he did for a living. She didn't even know if he was a nice or decent person. What she did know was that he was a wonderful lover with an enormous cock and Olympic-class staying power.
When Gordon took her in his arms, a new emotion overcame her. She felt terribly guilty. She was the one who had pushed Gordon to the other woman. She was the one who could have closed her legs, rolled towards Gordon and the woman and prevented any involvement with the man with the giant penis.
They were alone, cuddled in the corner of the small room. She began to softly sob. "What's wrong honey, wasn't it any good?" He asked.
"You saw. You know that it was great for me, at least physically. But, Gordy, I'm so sorry for what I did. Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive you? There isn't anything to forgive. We were both responsible for what happened and I don't have any regrets, do you?"
"Yes, I do. I pushed you to that woman. Until then, it was just fun. It would have been okay if you had made love to me but, for some reason, I wanted you to be with her. I'm so sorry. And, I didn't do anything to stop that guy, I guess he was from India, anyway, the guy with the freakish cock. In fact, I encouraged him."
Gordon felt like shit. She hadn't been responsible for anything that happened . After all, he wanted it to happen. If anyone needed to beg for forgiveness, it was him, not her. For a year he had been buying Marlene's pussy and twice before he had been the man who had fucked another's wife in that very club. "Honey, there's something that I have to tell you. Let's go downstairs, freshen up and find a cozy corner where we can be alone and talk."
A half hour later, Barbara said, "Now let me get this straight. For nearly a year, every time that you've come to New York City on business, you've been with this prostitute . . ."
"She's an escort, Barbara."
"I don't see the difference but okay. So you've been with this escort, this Marlene woman, several times and you've been here two times as a single man even though single men supposedly aren't allowed. Is that about right?"
"Yes it is and, like I told you, I'm sorry. There isn't anything more that I can say about it. I shouldn't have done what I did, there isn't any excuse, but I had to tell you. I hope I haven't hurt you." He was silent for a minute and she didn't fill the void by speaking so he went on, "you know Barbara, I could have kept my mouth shut and you would never have known but when you told me that you thought you were responsible for everything that happened here tonight, I realized that I needed to set the record straight."
Barbara felt less guilty than she had been feeling but more confused than ever before in her life. She realized that Gordon was an attractive healthy man and that she hadn't been attractive to him for many years. Now, in the period of four months, all that had changed. She couldn't completely square things in the club but she realized she could start. She saw that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning. They had been sitting at a corner table since they had returned from freshening up. "Gordy, I forgive you. What time does this place close?"
"I think on Fridays it's four in the morning, maybe later. I've never been here on a Friday. Why do you ask?"
Barbara smiled. "No reason. I was just wondering. I'm going to go get a drink and walk around. I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
He obviously wasn't invited to accompany her on her "walk around." He watched her walk to the bar, order a drink and talk with the black bartender. He wanted to be unobtrusive but he didn't want her to be out of his sight for a second. He saw her take her drink and walk to the edge of the crowded dance floor. After a couple of minutes, she walked away. Then his heart almost stopped as the man that she had been with upstairs approached her, he was coming from the direction of the pool. He kissed her cheek and held her hands with both of his. Apparently he had been swimming to cool off because his long hair was drenched. They talked for a few minutes and he saw her nod her head in agreement.
Barbara was surprised when she ran into the man who she had been with. For some reason she thought that he had left the club. "Oh, I'm so glad you're still here my beautiful friend. Things were so intense up there that I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Rashid, from Pakistan. My American friends call me Rash. I'm an anesthesiologist in New Jersey."
"I'm Barbara, we live in Chicago."
"Barbara, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Barbara, there is someone that I want you to meet. I was telling him about you in the pool just a few minutes ago. Why don't you find us a table and I'll get my friend. Would that be okay?"
"I can find us a table, I guess it would be alright."
Gordon saw the man turn and walk rapidly back toward the pool. He walked towards the bar as he saw his wife walk back to the lounge area. He felt like a peeping tom as he watched her every move but he couldn't help himself. He saw her sit down at an empty small round table and wait.
Gordon saw the two of them before she did. The man she had been with upstairs walked to the bar. With him was a tall black man who looked like an NFL running back. His broad chest was chisled, his skin as black as the night, his head shaved. After they got their drinks they walked to the table where Barbara was waiting and joined her. He saw them actually politely shake hands after they were introduced. They talked for a few minutes like three longtime friends. Two or three times Barbara laughed, then he saw her nod her head in the affirmative. The three of them stood up, left their glasses on the table and walked towards the hall with the private rooms on each side of it. This was the busiest time in the morning and all of the doors were closed except for the one at the very end. Barbara entered first followed by the man she had been with earlier and then his black friend. Gordon's heart was in his throat as the door closed behind them. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 1:15 in the morning.
Chapter 9
Okay Barbara, you got yourself into this, she thought as the door closed behind them, and Len, Rashid's friend, locked it. Almost immediately after the two men had joined her at the small round table in the lounge, Rashid said, "this is my friend Lenox, call him Len. Len's . . . well let's just say he's in business for himself. I told him that you had taken every inch of my cock. He didn't believe me. Tell him it is true."
She had been embarrassed but confirmed it. "I can't say that it was easy, but . . . but yes it's true."
"Oh fuck, I would have loved to have seen that. I was with Rashid's wife at the time, sorry I missed it. Rash and I caught up in the pool and he told me about you. Let me ask you Barbara, are you finished for the night?"
"I'm not tired, if that's what you mean," she said almost demurely.
He chuckled then said, "well, not being tired is important for what I have in mind but what I really meant is are you ready to go again?"
She didn't answer immediately then seemed to make up her mind and said, "let me finish my drink." She thought that Lenox wanted her for himself. She didn't know that he had something else in mind. All three of them emptied their glasses at about the same time and left them on the table. She saw Gordon intensely watching her every move though he pretended not to.
"All set?" Rashid asked.
She nodded her head then stood up. She was somewhat surprised when Rashid led the way to the room. The room was very small with the wall opposite the door completely covered by a mirror. They were standing on the mattress covered floor which had pillows strewn about on its surface. As soon as the door closed behind them and was locked Len said, "Okay Barbara, let me see this killer bod that Rash bragged about."
She hesitated for just a moment and then dropped her towel to the floor. "My God Barbara, you're a babe," said the black man, "you're a stone-cold fox, you're not a Barbara, you're a Barbie Doll."
She crossed her arms and boldly said, "all right, you've seen me, now it's your turn, let me see you."
As two more towels were dropped to the floor, she stepped out of her heels. There were three naked people standing, expectantly looking at each other, each waiting for someone to make the first move. She couldn't help but notice that both of the men were becoming aroused. Susan was right, it was a thrill to have these experienced men, who should have been finished for the night, demonstrate how much they wanted her just by looking at her. Involuntarily blood was engorging the two penises; Len's was impressive, oh, not in the same class as Rash, she thought, but who was? Nevertheless, his black cock reminded her of the one she had seen earlier in the video downstairs. She was surprised to see that he didn't have any pubic hair, not a single strand. She had never heard of men who shaved down there.
Gordon didn't know what he would do to keep busy while Barbara was occupied. He paced the entire first floor trying to appear relaxed but he was far from relaxed, he was like a cat on a hot tin roof. He watched the dancing couples for a few minutes and, under any other circumstance, he would have been turned on by their action but he found himself distracted, thinking about what was happening in the small room at the end of the hall. He noticed couples entering and leaving the other private rooms off the hall where the room Barbara was in was located. There was a stream of people, clad in the green towels, climbing and descending the small staircase. He sat down on a small bench near the pool and watched a pretty, dark haired brown skinned woman get a massage.
Behind the closed door of the small room at the end of the hall, Len closed the space between himself and Barbara, took her in his black arms and began to kiss her. She opened her lips and welcomed his probing tongue. They lowered to the mattress and Rash joined them. The men's hands were touching breasts and thighs and between her legs. As someone's fingers traced the lips, she wondered if Rash's huge cock had left her open and gapping? She didn't know her own anatomy as well as she should have because within a minute or two, after Rash's shaft slipped out of her pussy, the flesh had returned to exactly how it had been before the amazing entry. Her vagina had a memory, it hadn't been torn, the muscles hadn't been damaged. If anything, the pounding had caused the tender tissue to swell and her pussy actually felt tighter to the exploring fingers than it would have had it not surrounded Rash's huge shaft earlier.
Len seemed to have read her mind. He stopped kissing her, lifted up and said, "Oh, Barbie, your pussy is so tight. I don't see how Rash could have gotten every fucking inch inside you. You've got to prove it." Then, he laughed. "But first, you have to beg for it."
The two men kneeled on either side of her. Each took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. While they were sucking, their fingers were rubbing the wet lips of her pussy. Then each stuck a finger inside and rubbed the wrinkly flesh within. The fist two fingers were joined by two others, now four fingers, two black and two brown were reaming the sensitive tissues at the opening and inside the first few inches of her vagina. She couldn't see who touched her pulsing clit and brought her to an orgasm. She was gasping for breath, tossing her head from side to side and running her hands up and down the throbbing cocks of her two lovers.
"Oh, that's it Barbie, cum for us . . . cum all over out fingers." Len said as he lifted his face, wet from his own saliva, from her breast.
Gordon was watching a massage unlike any he had ever imagined. He assumed that the person receiving the massage would have a towel over her buttocks. This beautiful woman was nude. A couple was leaning against the wall also watching the beginning of the erotic show. The black masseur ran his hands over her shoulders, down to the small of her back and repeated the movements for a few minutes. Then he walked around to the bottom of the narrow massage table and began to gently rub her feet, her calves and the backs and inside of her thighs. The brown thighs parted for his hands. He rubbed her ass cheeks and then stuck his fingers between them. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him. Gordon and the couple watched the fingers enter her pussy and move in and out. Gordon's thoughts had been distracted for a moment as he watched what was happening on the massage table but not for long. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening to his wife behind the closed door.
Barbara was ready to prove to Len what she and Rash had told him. "Oh, please, oh please, fuck me . . . fuck me."
The four fingers were withdrawn with a pop. They were glistening in the dim light covered by her juices. As he had done upstairs, not so very long ago, Rash crawled between her legs. She guided the shaft, that she now knew would fit completely inside, to her opening and lifted up off the floor impaling the head. Even though she knew what to expect the size still amazed her and hurt a little. This time they didn't take several minutes for her to engulf the invader and within a few strokes there wasn't a millimeter of the huge penis remaining outside her body now covered with a sheen of perspiration.
When he saw that they were completely joined Len said, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. Roll over Rash so she's on top."
Rash did roll over and now Barbara was straddling him, sitting on his thighs with her hands braced on his broad, brown chest. Len stood at her side and said, "suck my cock, Barbie."
She took the black shaft between her lips and, for the fist time in her life, two cocks were inside her body. Susan was right again. It felt wonderful. As she moved her head back and forth she lifted off Rashid a few inches and then dropped down.
This went on for a few minutes until Len, who had become the director of the impromptu tableau, stepped back, removed his hard cock from her mouth and said, "bend over and kiss him Barbie."
As she placed her hands on each side of Rash and leaned forward, her ass was sticking up. Len pushed Rash's legs aside and knelt between them. As he rubbed her ass, the couple stopped moving. Len ran a hand between her cheeks and touched her virgin asshole which was soaked with the fluids that had been pumped out of her vagina. As the finger tip pushed and entered to the first knuckle, she looked over her shoulder at him and asked, "what are you doing back there?"
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I getting you ready for my cock, I'm loosening you up." Then he pushed in another inch. It was incredibly tight. Almost all of the space in the opening of her pelvis was occupied by Rash's cock.
"Don't do that . . . it's dirty," she said.
"I would say that's for me to worry about, wouldn't you?" Len asked. "If it makes you feel better I'll go get a rubber," he volunteered. He stood up, wrapped his towel around his waist and exited the room.
From where Gordon was sitting he could see the bar and was surprised to see the black man who had been with Barbara walk up to the bar and talk with the bartender. He saw them laugh and then the bartender handed him something. The man left and rushed back towards the hall.
When Len left the room Barbara said, "fuck me Rash."
"Hold on baby, let's wait for him. He won't be gone long."
It was hard for her to hold still. To take her mind off what she was feeling she said, "what kind of work does Len do?"
"Oh, like I said he's . . . he's in business for himself. He owns a couple of agencies."
"What kind of agencies?"
"Escort agencies," Rash said.
Before either of them had a chance to say more, the door opened. "Miss me?" Len asked as he closed and locked the door once again. He really didn't expect an answer. "Rash go on and fuck her a little while I slip on this raincoat."
Barbara leaned forward again as far as possible and stuck her ass in the air without breaking contact with Rash's cock. She began kissing him as he thrust into her and she dropped down on him. Len resumed his former position behind her and inserted a finger in her anus, this time as far as it could go. He felt the huge cock of his friend through the thin skin that separated her two cavities. Then he added a second finger but not without difficulty. Her sphincter muscle clamped down involuntarily.
"Oh, that hurts, take it easy . . . please be gentle," she muttered as she broke the kiss for a second.
"You've got to relax Barbie or we'll never be able to do this. Just try to relax. I won't hurt you." Then his second finger slipped in. He moved them around trying to open her as far as possible. He removed his fingers and pushed the head of his latex sheathed cock against the tight hole and gentle pushed. Rashid and Barbara stopped moving. As he pushed he felt her push back and then the head plopped in.
"Oh . . . oh . . . don't move . . . wait a minute . . . I don't want you to tear me."
She then moved back a few inches. He moved forward. After two or three movements his groin was nestled between her pillowy cheeks and his cock was imbedded in her rectum. Without saying a word the three began their movements, very slowly at first but perfectly synchronized. Barbara seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. Nerves were being stimulated that she didn't even know she had. The black pimp and the Pakistani Doctor knew exactly what they were doing. And she loved every minute of it.
After the black man left the bar, Gordon walked over and ordered another drink. When the bartender sat the drink down Gordon said, "hey I think I know that guy that you were just talking to. I think I was with his wife earlier."
"Then you must be mistaken. Lenox isn't married, and he almost never brings a lady with him."
"Thanks for straightening me out." Then Gordon smiled and said, "he sure left in a hurry."
"Ya, he's got a live one in one of the rooms. Said she's really gorgeous and hot as a firecracker. I gave him a condom and he said he better take a couple of extras." He laughed, then leaned forward and said more quietly, "He also told me he'd fix me up with her later. Wish I knew which one of the women it is but knowing Len, I'm sure she's a fox."
Well Gordon thought, he sure knew which one of the women it was, the fox was his wife. His wife who until tonight had never been with another man. His wife, who earlier had taken every inch of the most enormous cock he had ever seen. His wife who was in a room with two men that very minute. His wife, with whom the black bartender had been assured this Lenox guy would fix him up.
"Is this Lenox guy a regular here?"
"Ya, you could say that. He comes here a lot, kind of recruiting if you ask me?"
"What do you mean recruiting?" Gordon asked with a sick feeling in his stomach.
"The guy owns a few escort agencies. If you ever see him and Rash together, Rash's a big guy actually a doctor from India or Pakistan, someplace like that. Anyway, the guy's amazing he's hung luck a horse. Like I was saying, if you ever see them with a woman, they're working her over. Everyone who works here keeps a look out for his type and tries to set him up."
In the room they were working her over and Barbara thought that she might actually pass out.
Chapter 10
It was after 2:00 and the crowd was beginning to thin out. The dance area was still busy but he sensed that the dancers were winding down, not warming up. He saw the door at the end of the hall open and the man who he now knew was Rash walk out and then close the door. His hair was as wet as it had been the last time that he saw him. His body was covered with sweat. The green towel was over his shoulders not around his waist. Gordon couldn't believe what he saw between the man's legs. It was hanging down halfway to his knees. It was glistening with a liquid. Though flacid, Gordon realized that it was as big around as his wrist. He knew where it had been and he knew the source of the liquid that covered its entire surface. The man took the towel from around his neck and wrapped it around his waist. He went to the locker area and before he went in the shower he whispered something to the black attendant.
Barbara was cuddled up next to Len. When they all climaxed at the same time a few minutes before, she was sure that she was finished for the night. Now, she seemed to be ready for more. There was an itch that hadn't been completely scratched. Len hugged her and said, "Barbie you are something else. You're the best I've ever been with and believe me I've been with the best. You've raised the bar, that's for sure."
She kissed him and reached for his limp cock. When she tried to stroke it, he grabbed her wrist and said, "baby between you and Rash's wife I'm wiped out. I won't be able to get hard again tonight. Are you still horny, honey?"
"If you were up to it I wouldn't object," she said smiling at him.
"Well sugar, like I said, I'm finished but I know what you want, I know what you need. Why don't you slip out of the room freshen up. I'll get us a drink and take things from there. Meet me in the lounge."
Gordon didn't see Barbara leave the room and disappear into the women's shower area. He did see Lenox at the bar getting a couple of drinks. When he walked to the room at the end of the hall he expected to see the door closed as it had been for more than an hour, it wasn't, it was open. He stuck his head inside and was overwhelmed by the smell of sex.
As Barbara showered, she washed off the perspiration, her's and the men's. The warm water felt good. Before she entered the shower she saw that at the women's dressing table there was a hair dryer so she shampooed her damp hair. When she reached between her legs to wash that area, she was very tender but also unbelievably sensitive. The damp terrycloth just lightly touching her clit brought her to another climax. She held on to the shower pipe until it passed.
It didn't take long for her to apply a fresh coat of makeup and blow dry her blonde locks. The towel she had been wearing was a mess so she got a fresh one. This time she didn't wrap it around her breasts but around her waist as she had seen one or two other women arrange their towels. Now, her breasts were bare and the slit was on her side. She stepped back into her heels took a deep breath and walked out through the locker room and back into the lounge area.
Once again, Gordon wasn't prepared for his wife's surprises. She looked more radiant than when they arrived hours before. He couldn't believe her bare breasts. He thought he saw a hickey on the left one.
She smiled at him. "Hi, honey, having fun?" she asked.
"Apparently not as much fun as you're having. Are you ready to leave?"
"You said this place doesn't close until 4:00."
"I think that's right. I just thought that maybe you wanted to go back to the hotel where we can be alone."
She kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "I do want that but let's stay here for a while okay? Len, he's the black man that I was with, wants to talk with me about something," then she turned and walked seductively to the table where Len was sitting.
As Gordon stood starring at the couple sitting at the small table, Rash and the woman he had seen getting the massage approached him. "Hello, I want to introduce myself and my lovely wife. This is Lena and I'm Rashid. We come here once or twice each month. May I tell you that your wife is very beautiful and an incredible lover," he said nodding his head toward the table where she and Len were in a deep conversation.
Gordon didn't know what was expected of him. After all, if there was a book of etiquette on swing club behavior he had never read it. A stranger had just complimented him on his wife's beauty and love-making skills. "Thanks," was the best that he could muster. He had to say that Rashid's wife was exotically beautiful. Her long black hair was parted in the middle. Her complexion was more golden than brown. Her piercing eyes were nearly black. Without question, she was the second most beautiful woman in the club that night. The most beautiful woman was still talking with the black man at the corner table.
"So, Barbie, if I was recharged, you'd be ready to go again, is that right?"
She sipped her glass of water, smiled and said, "maybe."
"It's still early and this is the perfect place. Grab your glass and come with me."
Gordon saw them stand and leave the table and walk toward the hall. Rashid interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Gordon, I hope that you can do me a small favor. You see, I'm finished for the night, your beautiful wife drained me. Len made Lena happy but that was a long time ago. The masseur did a marvelous job with his hands but now, my Lena needs more. She needs a willing mouth and a hard cock. May she borrow yours?"
He didn't speak, he just nodded like an idiot, he thought. She took his hand and led him to one of the rooms down the hall as far away from the room Rashid had told her to avoid as possible..
Barbara didn't ask Len where they were going. She followed him to the hall. He led her to a different room than the one they had been in earlier. She realized that was probably a good idea because that room was probably pretty messy. She saw that there was a clean sheet on the mattress that they were standing on.
"Take off your towel, kick off your shoes and lay down."
She giggled, "are we playing a game?"
"Oh yes, the best kind of game."
She did as he asked. He tossed her a pillow and said, "slip this under your head. Are you comfortable?"
"I'm fine."
"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
"Not that it's any of your business but no, I don't"
"I want you to be comfortable. You're liable to be here for a while. Now close your eyes, no fair peeking," he said as he exited the room.
She could have opened her eyes but she didn't. She lay there waiting. As Susan had said, anticipating. Boy was this ever something new, she thought. She heard the door open and a few seconds later close again. She knew that there were others in the room with her. "Okay, baby, open your eyes," Len said.
She saw all of the attendants, the masseur and the bartender forming a semi circle in front of her. "Show them your cunt," Len said.
For the briefest moment, she rehearsed a response to his request, or was it an order. She was tempted to tell him, "how dare you talk to me that way," and then stand up, wrap herself in the towel in the corner, step into her shoes and leave. But that isn't what she did. She ran her hands down her sides, to the sides of her breasts, she cupped them, pinched the already hard nipples, touched her tummy then her thighs and almost reached her knees. All the time she was looking at the men. Her eyes moved from man to man as her hands moved down her body. When they reach her knees, she bent her legs, planted the soles of her feet firmly on the mattress and opened her legs slowly, teasingly, until they couldn't part anymore. The hands came back up the insides of her thighs to her pulsing vagina. She parted the lips as wide as possible, then she stuck a finger in as deep as possible. It didn't provide much relief after Rash's and Len's cocks had been there.
Without saying a word the men ripped off their black club T-shirts, except for the masseur who was bare chested. Their hands went for their belt buckles and they dropped their pants. Working at a club like this had its perks but it could also be very frustrating. Sometimes they did get to party with the guests and sometimes they didn't. They had all been on duty for hours. Things were slowing down and Len and Rash had arranged for others to man their stations. To a man they were horny as horny could be. Sex had been all around them all night but they weren't participating. They were on fire, they were ready. Then they swarmed all over the beautiful blonde woman.
Barbara was on fire. Eight hands, forty fingers, four mouths, four tongues, four sets of teeth-- they were not biters, they were nibblers--four sets of full balls and four hard cocks worked her over. She was glad that Len had fucked her ass. She was glad that Susan had encouraged her to swallow and that she had practiced with Gordon, at least once. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass were fucked for the next two hours. There wasn't an inch of skin on her body that hadn't been worshiped by the mouths of her lovers. The more she came the more she wanted to come.
When the club closed at four in the morning she was exhausted but smiling. She couldn't wait to call Susan and tell her everything that happened. Before they left the club Len had slipped a card in her hand and said, "call me tomorrow, let's have lunch I have a proposition for you." Then he left.
In the cab Gordon thought about the night. He had a wonderful time with the oriental woman and Lena was fabulous. But what he most enjoyed was knowing that he was married to the hottest woman in the world. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked.
"I promised Len I would meet him for a late lunch lunch. He has a proposition he wants to make to me. And Gordy . . . I love it when you call me Barbara or Babs but from now on how about Barbie?"
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