The Friendly Couples
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| Code: | LLP-116 |
| Author: | Roger Grayson |
| Series: | Adult Classic Series |
| Year: | 1968 |
| Added: | 2006-07-25 08:30 |
| Modified: | 2007-08-27 15:14 |
LLP-116 THE FRIENDLY COUPLES by Roger Grayson
CHAPTER ONE
The bubble-topped bath water remained hot after twenty minutes. Janet Richards sat low in the tub allowing the water to barely cover the tops of her rich firm breasts. She blew at the bubbles and scooped them in her cupped hands, building small mountains on her slightly rising chest, each breath breaking hundreds of the small transparent rainbow colored balls as they crackled furiously around her.
She stretched her arms straight above her head and leaned back, stiffening her legs in the tub and raised her body halfway above the snowdrift of bubbles, displaying the long lean lines of her young, voluptuous body. Her skin stretched taut against her ribcage, giving definition to her curvaceous lines that ran to the slight bump of pelvis that pointed out softly near the crest of her hips.
At twenty-seven Janet had lost none of the desirable form she had acquired not long after her seventeenth birthday. Her body kept its shape with exercise on the tennis courts or in a swimming pool. She had much to be proud of, her husband, Greg was always telling her.
She yawned in her catlike stretch and threw her head back, disposing of the bright towel she had wrapped around her long blond hair. Though slightly damp with the humidity in the room, her hair still shone with a bright lustre and an almost majestic fullness piled high atop her head. She bent forward and pulled the plug to release half the water so that she could refill the tub with more hot steaming water. She intended to soak another fifteen minutes before finishing her bath.
It was only four thirty in the afternoon, but Janet was preparing herself for a special night, she thought happily, as the almost scalding water poured itself into the tub from the steam fogged faucet. Greg had received notice of his promotion yesterday morning. He was now a branch manager of a nationwide loan and savings company. She was proud of her husband and his ability.
She took particular care pouring two more cap-fuls of bubble bath into the hot water as she thought of the night’s entertainment that lay before her. She and Greg were to be guests of Martin and Darleen Kelly for the evening to celebrate the promotion.
Greg worked with Martin and though they had known each other only a few months, the two men had become fast friends, as well as the wives. The two couples had shared a great many evenings’ entertainment together and now, tonight, they would again celebrate with added fervor. The Kellys knew how much the promotion meant to both Greg and Janet.
Curious and apprehensive she thought about what would happen when they went out. Greg had told her that they were going to a topless nightclub near downtown Los Angeles, about thirty minutes from their Hollywood home. Born and raised with all the modesty the Midwest had to offer, she was not sure how she would react to the bare breasts of other women as they bobbed and swayed to psychedelic music in front of a large crowd of people.
She felt she would be too embarrassed to stay through an entire show, but with all her courage she had tried to seem pleased when Greg had told her where they were going. Besides he had already reserved a table at Martin’s suggestion. The Kellys were footing the bill, but wanted Greg to pick the entertainment he wished to see. Janet was not sure what to think when she heard that he wanted to see a topless show. It was so unlike him.
Her thoughts were broken by the loud ringing of the telephone in the bedroom. She turned her head toward the open door, knowing for some unexplainable reason that Greg was calling. She lifted herself quickly from the tub, threw her robe around her shoulders and hurried to the bedside phone.
“Hello, darling,” she said, cradling the receiver between her chin and shoulder.
“How did you know it was me,” Greg asked.
“Oh, I’m just telepathic,” she giggled.
“Well, tell me if you were telepathic about this,” he said. “You have to pack a bag for me. I’ve been called to Dallas.”
“Oh, no, Greg. Not tonight!”
“I’m afraid so, honey. The call came just ten minutes ago. There’s an important meeting of branch managers from the larger cities. Speculation is that names are to be mentioned for nominations for three new district managers. Even though I was promoted only yesterday, there’s a rumor that I’ll be nominated as a possible selection for the future. So… The party will just have to wait. I’ll be home in half an hour. Bye.”
Janet didn’t answer but only listened to the click on the other end of the line. Oh, why, she thought. Nothing ever seems to turn out right. Day and night he was away from her, working and slaving twelve to eighteen hours a day. For the last year he seemed to pay no attention to her, only his job. He should have married the finance company, she thought.
Halfheartedly she walked to the closet, slid open the door and began selecting clothes for him to take. I shouldn’t think that, she considered. Greg is working so hard so that we can have a better future. She felt a pang of guilt for being mad at her husband. After all, his last promotion had meant another thirty five hundred dollars a year, and he seemed so enthusiastic about the Dallas meeting. Perhaps she was wrong in being so quick to judge him. His neglect in the bedroom was only from exhaustion, and exhaustion she thought was the result of his loving her. But it had been months… three months since he had touched her.
She stood before the mirror, her robe falling from her shoulders. Her hands cupped her breasts while she examined them carefully in the glass. There are no signs, she thought. Age hasn’t come for me yet. For a moment she took a quick inventory of the rest of her body and decided that it was as good as it had ever been, then turned to continue the packing.
At five o’clock the front door opened. “Honey, are you dressed? Martin’s with me.”
Oh, no! she thought, when she heard his voice from the living room. She had hoped for at least a few minutes alone with him before he had to leave. Opening the bedroom door, she could see her husband mixing a fast Martini behind the bar in the den. She glanced at the gray flanneled back of the six foot, grey templed man standing in the center of the room, Martin Kelly.
“Hello, Martin,” she said.
He turned to look at her, greeting her with a large grin as he always did. She smiled back at the soft, grey eyes that always seemed to penetrate her when they looked in her direction. Martin Kelly had no excess on his face or his body. Janet admired him for a quick second. She always marveled at how well he looked. Except for the greying temples she would never have thought him to be a day over thirty-two or three, but then, forty wasn’t old either.
She walked past him and met Greg halfway across the room. He gave her a drink and handed one to Martin, neglecting to kiss her on the cheek as he had done for the first three years of their marriage. But had sadly neglected doing it since they had moved from Louisville. For some reason he hadn’t had the inclination to give her that little kiss of reassurance that she needed so badly each time he came home in the evening. “To Dallas and a quick trip home,” Martin proposed and the trio drank to the toast. Janet downed her Martini in one unusually quick gulp, the disappointment readily apparent in her face.
“Hey, that is not like you at all,” Martin smiled to her and gestured playfully with his finger.
And Greg didn’t even notice, she thought rather bitterly, “It was too good to waste by letting it warm,” she smiled grimly back at Martin, not even looking at her husband. “Besides, I have to celebrate my husband’s promotion all alone tonight, so I may as well get started early.”
“That’s almost right,” Martin said and turned to Greg with a twinkle in his eye. “Shall I tell her?”
Greg nodded slightly as he drank. “Your travelling husband and I talked it over in the car and decided that you shouldn’t miss a party just because your old man is out of town.”
Martin’s smile never faded as he talked. “Darleen and I will take you to the club without him. The table has already been reserved and everything has been especially ordered. Besides, I’m still not too old to squire two women at once, if it’s only for one night.”
“Oh, Martin, I don’t know,” she started, but he interrupted.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve already talked to Darleen. She’s been spending the last three hours getting ready for this. She doesn’t mind sharing me for part of one evening. So you can’t say no,” he said, taking her hand warmly.
“In that case, Mr. Kelly, I simply cannot refuse,” she said dramatically. “What time will you call, sir?”
“At eight sharp. Can you be ready, Madam?”
“Of course,” she answered.
Greg broke in, “Enough is enough for both of you lovers. I’ve got a jet to catch. Come on Martin, let’s get a move on.”
Janet walked her husband to the door and kissed him goodbye, feeling his impatience to leave as he drew away from her. She watched him walk to the car and stood in the doorway, her arms hanging limply at her side.
“See you at eight,” Martin shouted.
She nodded and smiled, watching the white convertible back from the driveway onto the street and roar off toward the corner and the airport. Goodnight, Greg, she thought and turned back into the house closing the door behind her, not wanting the fresh air to touch the single tear that had dropped to her cheek. A deep sense of loneliness rippled through her, a loneliness she had been carrying with her since Greg’s move into the upper echelons of business, and one she hated with all her heart.
Two hours later Martin and Darleen Kelly shared a small pitcher of Martinis in their bedroom as he dressed. Darleen sat on the bed, propped up against the headboard with a large pillow behind her. At thirty six she looked every bit as good as the younger Janet, but her own self criticism and fear of growing older blinded her to the fact. Her black hair was cut in the latest Sassoon style. She wore a mini-shirt that revealed a year round tan on her full, sensual thighs and nearly every man she came into contact with looked at her with more than just idle curiosity. She was a beautiful woman, but no man could take advantage of her and she knew it. It was usually the other way around.
“It’s working out better than we thought,” she said. “Do you think she’s ready?”
“Ripe for plucking,” he said, smiling at his pun.
“You are too, too funny,” she told him. “I hope you’re right, though.”
“Have I ever been wrong about a woman before?” he said, not waiting for an answer. “You should have seen the look on her face when we drove away. Janet is the loving wife alright, but she has been so neglected by Greg that there will be no trouble at all. And even if there is, I can change her mind. With what I know about Greg, I could convince her of anything. No, sweetheart, getting her hot, little body between the sheets will be no trouble at all.”
“No, I suppose not darling, not with that fatal charm of yours,” his wife answered with a slight tone of sarcasm.
“But don’t forget your part of the plan,” he said, ignoring her jibe. “Greg probably won’t be that easy.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Martin. With the right circumstance he’ll probably be as easy as you are,” she said with a coquettish smile. “I can show him one helluva lot more than that pretty little wife of his and I’ll bet he knows it. You saw how attentive he was the last time they were here. If you hadn’t said no, I would have taken him to bed right then.”
“You are anxious, aren’t you?”
“Jealous?”
“A little, perhaps, but I always am, for a moment at least. But that doesn’t last longer than it takes me to get into the rack with your friends.”
“You had better hurry,” she said looking at her drink.
Martin finished adjusting his tie and brushed back the grey at his temples with his hands. “I’m ready, with time to spare. I wonder how she’s going to react when I tell her you have a migraine? And,” he added as an afterthought, “Wherever you go tonight, stay on the other side of town, away from the club. If she saw you it might ruin everything.”
“I don’t think it will but I’ll stay away from your little precious game. I should find entertainment somewhere tonight, like maybe at Peter’s club. There’s always more than enough excitement there.”
“Well, don’t let your excitement stay too long if you bring him home. I’ll be back before three,” he said as he left the room, hurrying so that he would be knocking on Janet’s front door at exactly eight o’clock.
Janet had been ready for twenty minutes when she heard Martin rap at the door. She gulped the last of her Martini, the fourth since Martin and her husband had left, and walked rather unsteadily to the door.
Martin entered and walked her to the living room where her mink stole lay haphazardly across the back of the chair. She told him she would fix him a drink but wouldn’t have one herself. He refused and picked up the mink.
As they walked out the door he told her that Darleen had a terrible migraine and wouldn’t be with them. Janet thought it was strange that Darleen should get a headache on a night like this, especially after spending all afternoon getting ready. Nothing seems to be happening right today she thought with a slightly audible sigh. Well, I hope nothing else goes wrong.
“Well, Martin,” she said with a forced smile. “We may as well enjoy our evening alone. Two stood up people have to do the best they can.”
He smiled at her as he closed the door of the convertible, then walked to the other side. Once seated he turned over the big engine and pulled away from the curb. Janet usually paid attention when Martin drove. She thought he was still a teenager at heart, the way he sped through residential areas, not to mention the ninety mile an hour rides on the freeways, but tonight she didn’t care how he drove. Her thoughts were centered around Greg and her marriage. Confused and hurt she had no idea how to recapture her husband from his work. She decided that she didn’t care about the money, about the big promotions, the house, anything. She wanted her husband back. He has been a stranger too long, she thought almost desperately. I must find a way.
Was it possible that she was losing, or perhaps, had already lost her sex appeal. Her mind searched every avenue trying to discover the real cause for her husband’s neglect. Her ears were deaf to Martin’s continuous flow of words as they drove along the freeway at his usual ninety miles an hour. Janet was oblivious to the traffic and the danger. Her mind was already fogged by too many martini’s.
Perhaps, she thought, she could make Greg jealous. Then he would pay attention to her. He would have to. It certainly wouldn’t be hard. She wouldn’t have to do anything. She could be secretive about her night out with Martin when Greg asked her how the party went. There could be no harm in that. Martin was a good friend.
She smiled and sat a little straighter, adjusting an imaginary out of place hair on her head. After all, Martin wouldn’t mind being used… especially if he didn’t know about it.
Janet had never even flirted with the idea of being unfaithful to her husband. Their marriage had always been satisfactory enough, up until the last three months. More than a few men had asked her out, knowing she was married. Always flattered, but never unfaithful, she had always turned them down.
It is a good idea, she though, turning her attention to the man behind the steering wheel. Her eyes searched the lines of his profile looking for discrepancies, but could find none. I wonder, she thought, how he is to Darleen in bed. “Oh,” she said out loud, amazed that she could have had such a lewd thought. Never in her life had she any ideas relating to other people’s sex life. It had always been a private thing, not to be discussed or even thought of.
“What was that for,” Martin asked her.
“Oh, nothing,” she said, “I-I forgot my compact. I remember now, I left it on the dresser.” She was embarrassed to talk with him after picturing him in bed with Darleen, but she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. She even wondered how he might be with her, how he might please her. She fought to purge the images from the back of her head, but they persisted, until suddenly, she hiccuped from the embarrassment.
Martin laughed. “How many of those martini’s did you drink after we left,” he asked. “More than your share I’ll bet. Do you feel like continuing?”
Not wanting to spoil the evening for Martin, too, she said, “Of course, I want to go. These silly things will go away. All I have to do is hold my breath…” she took in a lungfull of air, raising her large firm breasts higher, straining against her dress. For nearly a minute she imprisoned the air in her lungs, while her face reddened under her light make-up. “… Like that,” she said, exhaling, “and they’ll be gone. See! Hiccup!”
They both laughed at her failure to rid herself of the slight discomfort. “Try putting your head between your knees and holding your breath again,” Martin said. “That works when nothing else does.”
Eager to rid herself of hiccups and equally as eager for some unknown reason to please Martin, she did as he said. She pulled her miniskirt higher up her legs until without her realizing it, it exposed the soft smooth flesh of her upper thighs. Martin could hardly keep his eyes on the road while he watched her put her head down between her open knees and inhale another large, deep breath. Her long tanned thighs invited him to touch them and it was all he could do to restrain himself and keep his hands on the wheel.
Janet kept her head between her knees a little longer than necessary. Alcohol and her sudden wicket thoughts of what Martin would be like in bed gave her the bravado of a little daring that she had never experienced before. She enjoyed having Martin look at her legs as she knew he was doing it but it couldn’t hurt anything, and besides, she half giggled to herself, she was titillated by the cool air from the vents blowing around her opened thighs.
She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head up and exhaled. “I think they’re gone,” she said, waiting a moment to be sure. She purposely left her skirt high on her thighs. She enjoyed the cool air. She wasn’t ashamed of feeling slightly excited, if only in thought. Why not? It can’t hurt anything.
“Here, have a little of this,” Martin said, pulling a flask from the glove compartment. “Martinis from the flask, ready to drink. I always mix some before I go out. It saves not only time, but a little money if I’m half-lit before I get to wherever I’m going.”
Janet started to refuse, but changed her mind. So what, if I’m drunk, she thought. One or two more won’t hurt. I’m not a child. I can hold my liquor as well as anyone.
She took the leather covered flask and put it to her lips, taking a full swallow, and strained not to start coughing. It tasted strange for a Martini, but she didn’t dwell on it. She had no idea that Martin had fixed the bottle with something extra before coming to pick her up. He was well versed in aphrodisiacs. He had put just enough in so that they would not be affected too strongly… only enough to be suggestive. He would let the liquor and her disappointment with her husband do the rest.
He pulled into the club’s entranceway, stopped and walked around the car to open the door for her.
“Oops,” she said giggling as she got out of the car and nearly stumbled. “I’ve had too much to drink already.”
“Nonsense, silly girl, you’re just not used to the night air,” he said, the smile still spread across his face.
Brace yourself, Janet thought as they neared the door, but somehow she didn’t feel as nervous about going to a topless show as she had before. The five Martinis has relaxed her nervous code of ethics until she saw the billboard in front of the club.
“FIRST IN LOS ANGELES — TOPLESS AND BOTTOMLESS.”
She gasped when she saw the sign, trying to cover her shock. For a moment she stood still, halting Martin on his walk to the door. Oh no, she thought. I can’t… but… I’m a grown married woman now. I can take this. She giggled again trying to suppress her strict Midwestern morality and walked through the doorway, followed by Martin who tipped the doorman his usual exaggerated tip.
Janet felt her sobriety weaken as she entered the club. Strobe lights beat a weird rhythm to the music. For a brief moment she focused her eyes to the strange light and discovered that she was having trouble walking with the lights beating at her eyes in the off and on strange patterns.
She glanced at the stage to see six overlarge breasts bouncing to the wild music. Quickly she lowered her eyes to the floor to watch her feet follow Martin and the Maitre d’ to their table.
“Anything wrong,” Martin asked her, knowing all the while she was shocked.
She shook her head bravely and he ordered cocktails from the waiter, her moving head only further confusing her senses. The strobe lights beat a strange and haunting rhythm on her brain and body. The potion in the flash had taken effect, but she refused to recognize it at first. She watched the dancer until she heard Martin’s voice at her ear.
“Where are you, Janet? You look a thousand miles away.”
“Oh, no, Martin,” she quickly apologized. “It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like this before. I wonder how those girls must feel up there with nothing covering them, dancing hour after hour. They must be awfully bored.”
“Probably no more bored than you.”
“Martin, no. I’m having a wonderful time,” she apologized again. “If I’m a little silent it’s just the liquor. Really, you could never bore me.”
“That’s not really what I’m talking about,” he said.
“I don’t understand.”
“I mean Greg. I know it’s probably none of my business, but I’ve noticed that he doesn’t pay any attention to you anymore. I wasn’t surprised at all that you had been drinking when I picked you up tonight. I’ve been hitting the bottle pretty hard lately myself because of Darleen. So I know how you feel.”
Janet listened to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. He had moved closer so that she could hear him over the pounding music. She suddenly felt very close to this man. They were sharing an experience and she felt a kinship that only a shared loneliness can bring.
“I didn’t know, Martin. I thought you and Darleen were happy. I’ve never noticed anything that would make anyone suspect you were having problems too.”
“Oh, we’re good actors, Janet. It’s been almost three years since we’ve really gotten along. We haven’t even been to bed together in the last year. I sleep out in the guest room.”
Janet was shocked. “I had no idea. Here I’ve been brooding about my life and I’m in heaven compared to you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately.
Martin smiled under the flashing strobes. It was going even easier than he thought. “Is it alright to ask what is wrong between you and Greg?” he said.
“I’d tell you if I knew,” she said. “But there seems to be no answer. I’ve thought it was his work, but even on the weekends he is too busy for me. I guess I’m just losing my sex appeal. I’m old before my time.”
“Nonsense,” he said. “There isn’t a man in this room who wouldn’t want to take you to bed right now.”
“Martin, you’re so sweet.”
Yeah, I’m sweet, he thought. “Let’s dance. The music is slower for a minute or two. They’ve got to give those dancers a break sometime.”
The couple joined the throng that headed for the dance floor. There were always more people dancing when the music slowed. Janet swung into Martin’s arms and felt them close protectively around her. The drug’s effect was at its full power as their bodies met and started to dance to the slow rhythm. The drum and bass beat in tune with Janet’s heart as she followed Martin slowly around the floor.
Her breasts were straining through her dress against him. She wore no bra and the taut nipples nearly pierced the thin, sheer material. Greg had never let her wear a bra, saying that it weakened her pectoral muscles. He was right, she thought, as she felt her breasts crushed harder against Martin’s strong body. She could feel his leg slip between hers as they danced. A light dampness eased its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her vulva, giving her warning. She had never felt like this by just dancing. There seemed to be no explanation for the fire that was building inside her. She tried to pull away from Martin. Making Greg jealous was a good plan, but she didn’t want to go too far.
But Martin had other plans. He knew the potion was affecting the girl as it was affecting him. Instead of allowing her to move away he tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her tighter. Even though afraid, she felt comfort in his arms and her body clung involuntarily to him as though she suddenly had no control over it.
Janet closed her eyes, trying to put the flashing strobes out of range, but their intense light shown through her eyelids and seemed to beat harder into her mind. The tempo of the music had increased yet the pair held close to each other, still dancing with their bodies almost as one. The young wife’s mind was playing sexual fantasies deep within her. Her body was responding. She could feel her breasts heaving against Martin, with only the thin veneer of light summer clothing between his chest and her taut nipples.
The music, liquor and aphrodisiac had become too much for her. She opened her eyes, seeing a single topless dancer undulating on the stage. Janet began to dance the same patterns as the girl as she pushed away from Martin.
Soul music, Janet thought. I can feel it! I can feel it! She jerked her body in rhythm, throwing her arms, feeling her breasts bounce beneath the sheer white dress. She was perspiring, aware only of the hot flashes of abandonment coursing through her body.
As she danced, she watched the single girl on the stage. Instead of being embarrassed, as perhaps, she normally would have, she was intent on becoming that girl. The dancer’s bare breasts moved with halting grace under the influence of the rotating lights. Janet’s imagination transported her to the stage, dancing half-nude in front of more than two hundred people, throwing her arms in the controlled sensual movements of a professional Go-Go Girl.
Her hips jerked to the beat, perfectly in tune with her bouncing breasts. She felt free, alive. She was in a sexual world of her own, but wanting, needing a man. Suddenly the dancer on the stage unfastened her G-string and let it fall to the floor, exposing the thin, open slit of her clean-shaven womanhood.
Janet felt no shock at the sudden display. Instead she remained dancing, now nude in her own mind. To her, reality was not on the dance floor, but on the stage. She was that girl. She was totally naked before the crowd. Her loins were on fire and she was a woman! She was a woman!
She looked at Martin, dancing three feet from her, imitating the same soul searing African movements of the dance. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. She began dancing for him, not aware of who he was. His image was fogged before her. This, for the moment was her man and… she was his woman!
The fire between her legs grew as she threw up her arms and tossed her head from side to side in a dance that imitated the sexual act. Her hips thrust forward, again and again and Martin responded by moving closer, grinding his pelvis at her as though he were taking her right there on the dance floor.
Their bodies were inches from each other. One of Martin’s legs was between hers as they danced, rubbing against her exposed thigh. Her miniskirt was hiked high on her legs as she bent backward and forward in the most primeval motions of dance.
She watched Martin’s hand come slowly toward her like a snake in the Garden of Eden, beckoning, urging her to come closer. The hand found her waist and drew her closer until their bodies touched at their loins. Janet could feel his penis hard beneath his trousers, straining at her. She ground her hips against him. Her mouth was opening, breathing heavily, spurred salaciously on by the growing fire inside her. The lights flashed in brilliant colors on her half-open lids. She put her hand on the back of his neck, leaning backward, pushing her enflamed crotch against his straining penis. She stared at him, her eyes searching for his identity. Each beat of the drum pounded at her, exciting her further. She could feel their bodies touching, touching. She imagined them to be on a bed, ready for each other, ready for the final thrust that would connect their flesh together.
Martin pulled her closer, then suddenly kissed her, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.
Oh my God, she thought. What is happening! The shock of the sudden kiss had awakened her from the wild, sexual stupor. She wanted the kiss, but knew it was wrong. They mustn’t. “No, Martin…” she tried to say, struggling away from him. She was frightened, knowing that he still excited her, that she wanted him. But she had gone too far. She must stop. She turned and walked quickly, but unsteadily from the dance floor toward the door, bumping into people as she left. Martin followed her to the outside, picking up her wrap at the hat check.
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