When Mark and Cindy returned to the city, Cindy called Pete immediately and asked him and Mary over to dinner. Pete laughed and told her they had already eaten, but both he and Mary would like to see them and asked if they might come later. Cindy told him they could indeed, and Pete hung up and went to look for Mary. He could not find her anywhere, not even in the back yard. The car was not gone, so he suspected she had gone to visit one of the neighbors, a thing she rarely did, most of their neighbors being of a different bent than Mary.
He went back into the house and went to the bathroom and showered. When he had toweled his powerful body dry, he dressed and returned to the front room. Mary lay on the sofa, a drink in her hands. "Hey," he said. "Where were you? I looked all over for you. Mark and Cindy called. I mean she did, and invited us over. I've showered. Are you ready to go? I mean, can you get ready quickly?"
Mary straightened up and looked askance at him. "I'm not sure I want to, honey. Oh, I don't mean not want to see Mark and Cindy. I mean I'm not sure I want to go next door to Rose after the way she screamed at us and called you names and… well, you know."
He shrugged. "Hell, we can't let her separate us from our friends."
Mary nodded thoughtfully and finished her drink. "All right. I guess you're right, honey. I'll take a shower and get ready. Won't take me long. Half an hour."
It required an hour and forty minutes before she was set to go, but when she entered the room and turned around lightly on one foot to let him see her, he drew in his breath sharply and wished they were not going anywhere. Mary looked lovely. That was the word for it. Lovely. White blouse, short black skirt, black pantyhose and shoes of the same color. Pete looked her up and down, noting her legs especially.
"Beautiful pair of legs, baby," he said. "Do I know you?" he added, grinning.
She smiled at his remark. "You have fucked me often, sir. Surely you remember the poor little street urchin you found stumbling through that winter storm, alone and freezing to death. You must recall, sir, how you took her into your home, warmed and fed her, bathed her and then fucked her all night long. How can you have forgotten?" She pretended to weep at the very thought.
Pete howled with laughter. "Hey," he said at length, wiping his eyes, "maybe we should stay home and have a ball all by ourselves."
She dropped her eyes demurely in a continuing playful manner. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. My grandmother says I cannot fuck you any more, even though you have been very kind to me."
"Wait a minute," he cried, choking. "How the hell did you suddenly develop a grandmother? You were alone in the world just a moment ago."
"Grandmothers are born, too, sir. Mine happened to grow up very quickly."
Pete had to wipe his eyes again. "Will you please ask your grandmother if I may have one more fuck before you leave me to go out into the cruel, cruel world?"
"My dear sir, I haven't said I was going out into the cruel, cruel world."
"Oh, aren't you?" he cried, his shoulders shaking.
She rolled her eyes. "My dear kind sir, I have an excellent position. I'm off to join the circus. Didn't you know that?"
"And what do you do in the circus, my dear little girl? What will your position be?"
"Flat on my back, baby. I'll be working."
Pete stood up and, shaking his head as he laughed, walked to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. He gave her one. "Here's to fun," he said.
"Fun and fucking!" she cried. "If there be fun, let there be fucking. If there be no fun, let there still be fucking."
I Pete nearly choked on his drink. "You nut," he said. "You're positively a nut and I love you."
Mary finished off her drink. "Tell me something, Pete," she said, her tone sober now. "Are you glad that Cindy's back home?"
He knew he had to field that one cleanly. "Yes, of course. Not all worked up about it, if that's what you mean, but glad? Yes. I'll also be glad to see Mark."
She sighed. "You said it perfectly. You know…" she lifted her empty glass and squinted at it theatrically. "I have a beautiful husband. He's just something else, this guy." She eyed him playfully. "You ever meet my husband, baby?"
"Yes," he replied, going along with her gag.
"Where?"
Pete rubbed his nose. "One time when I was shaving, my reflection disappeared as if by magic and your husband's face appeared. Oddly though, he was shaving, too, only at the precise moment of which, madame, I am speaking, he was shaving the opposite side of his face. Opposite side from my own. Does that answer your question clearly, my dear girl, and if it does, I'm sorry, for alas and alack, this is supposed to be Confusion Evening."
"We'd better go and see them before we get too far out and decide we're already here, honey," Mary said, grinning and putting her glass down. "Come on, let's go."
"Okay," he replied. "I'm glad you got over your… feeling about not wanting to be next door to Rose."
She shivered a little. "Oh, that," she said, and said no more.
They arrived at the Alexanders' a few minutes later and climbed out of the car. Both of them appeared to be deliberate in not glancing towards Rose's house as they climbed out of the car and walked to the front door. The door opened immediately and Mark, his brown hair askew, his equally brown eyes bright, let them in. He and Pete shook hands, grinning at one another as they did so while Mary kissed Mark on the lips lightly and asked where Cindy was.
Mark closed the door behind them. "She went next door to invite Rose over," he said. "What'll you have to drink, people?"
Pete did the answering because he saw the look on Mary's face. She seemed to have frozen; her face was set, her eyes fixed. He wondered what it was that was really bugging Mary. Did she fear that she, too, might one day indulge in what Rose did?
Pete shook his head slightly as if telling himself to stop speculating about Mary. The probability was that she was still hurt and angry because of the nasty remarks Rose had made to Pete.
"Bourbon will be fine, Mark, if you have it," Pete told his host.
All three had drinks now and were seated on the sofa, Mary in the middle. Her set look had disappeared, and she seemed relaxed now.
"I suppose," Mark said slowly, "that you two are curious as to what took us out of town."
"No, Mark," Pete said. "Not particularly. You said it had something to do with your family, I believe. Mary and I realized it was a personal thing, so we didn't ask questions."
Mark smiled. "Thanks, Pete. Damned nice of you, too."
Mary reached over and tugged at Mark's leg. "Mark," she said, "I hear Cindy and Rose coming in the back door. Why don't you take me to the bedroom and give me a good reaming? Pete won't mind. He knows how much I've missed that long cock of yours."
Mark seemed surprised. He flashed a quick look at Pete, but Pete merely grinned and waved his hand. Mark took Mary's hand, pulled her to her feet and together they disappeared through a doorway, the door shutting behind them just a second before Cindy and Rose appeared from the kitchen.
"Well," Cindy cried, "look who's here! My favorite bed partner, outside of my husband, of course." She winked at Pete, came to him quickly as he stood up, and kissed his mouth wetly. "Hello, hot pants," she whispered intimately. "How'd you like a nice, wet cunt to stab?"
Pete kissed her and grinned. "Love it." He glanced across the room. "Hello, Rose," he said, his tone even.
"Hello, Pete." Rose looked good, being dressed much better than usual. Her short skirt and dark blouse were becoming to her. "I didn't know you were here. Where's Mary?"
Pete winked at Cindy. "She and Mark had something they wanted to talk over."
Cindy stood on her tiptoes and kissed Pete again. "Hey!" she cried. "I'm so glad to see you, baby. You look great tonight."
"And so do you, my dear girl," he replied gallantly. "You look positively ravishing."
Cindy shook her head, her long blonde hair flopping about her pretty face entrancingly, her titties jouncing, also, and she turned about quickly. "Rose," she said, "I'm terribly sorry, but will you excuse Pete and me for a while? We, too, have something to talk over."
Rose actually smiled. "That's all right, you two. I'll go home and return later, if you don't mind." Rose's smile became broader. "Have fun, you lucky people." She turned and left the room.
Cindy blinked her eyes at Pete. "Gee, baby, I hated to do that to her, but I'm dying to feel that long, hard prick of yours in my cunt. Would you mind if I laid you?"
Pete smiled. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd be delighted, on one condition."
"And what would that be?"
"That you permit me to say you are simply lovely tonight."
"You may say so," she said laughingly.
"Very well then. You are lovely tonight and I should be pleased to fuck you in any and all holes."
"Oh, come on, you nut. Hurry up!" she squealed. "I'm dying to get undressed with you, baby. I want to see that long dick get hard."
"Sorry," he said, grinning. "It's already hard. You're out of luck."
Cindy dropped to her knees immediately and unzipped his pants. "I gotta kiss my dick, baby. I've missed it so these past few days."
She snaked her hand into his pants, pulled forth his stiffened cock and kissed the end of it passionately. "I love this thing of yours, baby. It really turns me on."
She undid her blouse and slipped it down over her shoulders, revealing her titties to him. Then she pressed her tits against his legs as she began to suck his prick.
"Hey," he said as he happened to see the face pressed against the windowpane, "we have to go to a bedroom, baby. Your friend Rose is looking at us through the window."
Cindy stopped for a brief moment. "Sure, I know she is. Let her watch. Who cares?" Cindy resumed her passionate cock sucking, her tongue lovingly and excitingly licking the prickhead as her mouth enveloped it delightfully, even maddeningly. "Blow off in me, baby," she begged. "Blow off in my mouth like crazy. I need your cock juice."
When she started to pull down his pants, he grabbed her arm and pushed her away, picking her up and carrying her to a bedroom. He dropped her down on the bed without turning on a light, reached under her skirt and yanked off her panties, and then, with a cry half strangled in his throat, he threw himself on top of her, ramming his cock into her warm, wet cunt all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, baby! Fuck me good!" she begged her crotch working against his frantically. "Drain it all into my cunt, baby, all you got, all of it!"
He pumped his cock in her horny snatch at a rapid rate of speed, there being no need for technique or build-up – she was already as hot as she would ever be – and when she wrapped her legs about his and clamped onto him in a viselike manner, he increased his fuck-rate.
Cindy bit his ear, his cheek, his shoulders. "My God," she moaned, "I'm going nuts, this is so good!"
"Jack me off with your cunt, baby," he rasped. "Give me a jack job with your slit like you never have before."
She dug her fingers into his butt while he, in turn, grabbed her in the same place and together they held their bodies in position, hers to be roughly battered, his to do a better, more thorough job of fucking.
Finally, the peak was hit and as she screamed and bit him passionately almost at the same time, he felt the peak being reached, shuddered and released his hot, squirting spray of thick, gray goop deeply into her twitching and inflamed cunt.
He lay on top of her for a long time, his cock flowing freely and filling her hole with jizz.
She was silent for a time; then she spoke very softly. "You're an awfully good piece of ass, mister. Do you know that?"
He raised himself above her at arm's length and tried to see her face, but the light from the next room was all there was, and it was not sufficient to see her plainly. "Thank you," he said. "I'd like to return the compliment. You're a darned good lay, baby."
She giggled. "We get along well, don't we, baby?"
"Yes," he said, and sighing, lowered himself to her body, lying flat on her and not holding up his weight at all.
"Boy, you're squashing me. You're a heavy guy for poor little me to hold up."
He laughed and lifted himself a little. "That better, Cindy?"
"Yes, but don't go any higher up than this. I don't want you to break contact with me."
His cock was still very hard and still buried within her twat. "Feels good, doesn't it, doll?"
"Yes," she said, sighing. "I wish I could have your cock stuck in me all day long sometime."
"Maybe we can arrange that, Cindy. How would tomorrow be?"
She giggled again. "Guess I'd better save tomorrow for my husband. He needs me a little bit sometimes, you know."
A few minutes later, Pete pulled his cock out of Cindy's cunt and sat up on the bed. They both talked quietly for a few moments. They could hear Mary and Mark talking in the living room.
"Let's join them, Cindy. All of us should have a few drinks together, don't you think?"
She looked up at him and giggled. "Okay, you go in the front room. I'll be with you in a few moments."
All four of them were sitting and having drinks in the front room, pinching and tickling one another and laughing as if they were happy children with no troubles. This was the first opportunity for all four of them to be together in one room and naked at the same time, and they took advantage of it gleefully. Cindy began the preliminaries by leaning over and playing with Pete's stinger for a brief moment. Cindy had the lust look in her eyes, there was no mistaking it.
"Ho, look at them go!" Mark cried to Mary. "Doesn't that make you hot, honey?"
Mary's answer was to lean over just as Cindy had and to take Mark's cock in her hand and squeeze it ever so lightly. She straightened up, sighed and said, "Ah, how I love to play with your cock, Mark."
Cindy giggled and kissed Pete on the tummy, running her tongue over Pete's flesh in an exciting manner. Pete glanced down at himself and saw his prick was becoming harder. He grinned somewhat sheepishly and glanced quickly at the others, who were eyeing his dick.
Mary clapped her hands and giggled. "Oh, good. Why don't you two go down on each other while Mark and I get our kicks from watching?"
Mary's remark seemed to appeal to Cindy, for she smiled and reached over once again, began to play with Pete's rapidly growing prick. Almost immediately, Pete's cock became much harder.
"Come on, baby," Cindy said. "On the floor. You and I, we're gonna suck each other off and give Mary and Mark a good show."
"Give them a show!" Pete cried. "How about them going down on each other, too?"
"We will, honey," Mary said. "But let Mark and I watch you and Cindy go down on each other first. I think it would be a thrilling thing to see."
Pete stared at her, realizing that this was actually the first time they had ever brought their swapping out into the open in front of each other and wanting Mary's full approval. "Really? Do you want to really see that, darling?"
"Yes, Pete. Get down on the carpet with Cindy. Just look at that hot, juicy cunt of hers waiting for your lips to kiss it, for your mouth and tongue to give it pleasure. Come on, honey. Give us a show, please."
Pete shot a glance at Cindy and saw that her lips were parted, her eyes as filled with lust as everyone else's, probably including his own if he only knew. "How about you, Cindy? You want to do it?"
Cindy giggled nervously. "Oh, yes, Pete. Let's both of us get busy and suck each other out of our minds. We'll give them a show they'll never forget!"
Then Cindy got down on the carpet, lying on her back, her thighs spread wide to reveal her pink, wet-looking slit. Pete licked his lips, glanced at the other two who watched them with lustful anticipation, dropped on top of Cindy in reverse position and mashed his mouth over her mushy cunt. He felt Cindy suck in his stiffened tool and begin bobbing her head eagerly up and down on his thick shaft.
Together the two of them lapped and sucked each other to a blissful, mutually satisfying finish.