A distinguished-looking man, still handsome although a few years older than Tom and Kelly, rose to his feet, extending his hand to the young wife. "How do you do, Mrs. Brown," he said. "I'm so glad to meet you." He turned to Tom, shaking his hand. "And Mr. Brown."
"Tom…" he said.
"Tom, then. And I'm John." He turned to the heavily made-up brunette woman still sitting at the table. "And this is my wife, Penny."
"Pleased to meet you," Tom said, nodding in her direction. He slid into a chair as Kelly herself nodded to Penny. And then John held a chair out for her, and she settled herself gracefully on it.
"Drinks?" John asked brightly. He nodded toward the head-waiter who appeared at his side as if by magic, and the older man ordered martinis all around.
Kelly was staring at Penny, trying to find something to say to her. The brunette looked like a chorus girl, Kelly thought. Her features were still lovely, her figure superb, although she found something more than a trifle vulgar about her, about the low cut, flashy red dress she wore, covered with the sort of frills and flounces that Kelly's mother had always pronounced "common". Still, she was a vibrant, alive person, and it was obvious that Tom took to her at once.
Tom was sitting next to her, staring admiringly at Penny, his lips twitching with the merest hint of lasciviousness as he leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. Penny howled with laughter and nudged him with her elbow, leaning forward herself so that the full plump mounds of her white breasts were almost completely exposed. Tom stared at her again, a leer spreading across his face. "Oooops… sorry," Penny laughed at him, pulling her dress up over her breasts, hitching it high. "Sorry."
"No need to be," Tom grinned" I kind of liked the look I got."
"Oh, you…" she burst out laughing again. "You!"
Sitting next to Kelly, John averted his eyes while a faint blush spread over his face. He hid behind the huge menu, studying it until the drinks came, and then put it down to toast the others. They clinked glasses, then sipped the icy concoction. At a signal, slightly raised eyebrows and a whispered consultation with Kelly, John ordered for all.
Kelly picked at her food. It was delicious, but she was almost too thrilled to eat. She felt completely at ease with John, found him delightful and charming, and he excited her, too. She looked forward with bated breath to what would happen later in the evening. He was handsome and just as virile as her own Tom. But he was a gentleman, too, like her father, she thought. And he would never force her to do anything wicked or perverted, the way her husband had a few nights before. Suddenly she was immensely grateful to Tom, though, for having suggested the idea of wife-swapping.
She watched her husband and Penny across the table, saw the flicker of excitement that leapt like an electric spark between the two of them. They would be great for one another, she thought, and she was glad of it. And John Whitmore seemed to be just the kind of person she had always longed for.
He knew just what to order, chose exactly the right wines to go with the meal and even though she would have liked to hurry to their house, she appreciated the brandy he ordered for everyone. But the meal was over at last, the bill paid discreetly by John, the waiters handsomely tipped, and then the party was ushered out, over the carpeting that seemed almost ankle-deep, to the side door that led to the parking lot.
"Why don't you come in my car?" John asked Kelly, indicating his Lincoln. "Give us a chance to get better acquainted. Tom can take Penny back. She can show him the way." He looked at him for his approval, saw him nod enthusiastically. There was once again a hint of lechery about his lips and his eyes roved the length of Penny's shapely legs, then back to the flared hem of her short red dress. She was just his style, he thought, feeling a sudden ache in his loins, a shiver of excitement ripple up his spine.
In the car, Tom watched John and Kelly drive off in a swirl of dust, then started the motor of his own Dart. Impulsively Penny reached over and squeezed his hand. "Oh, honey," she said, breathing heavily, "this is going to be fun."
Another thrill went through Tom and he said, "You're damn right, Penny." Jesus, she was already turning him on, sitting there beside him stroking the palm of his hand as she was now.
Reluctantly he drew it away to maneuver a difficult curve, and Penny let it fall to his thigh. He sucked in his breath, staring at her in the
rear-view mirror, then glanced down at her raven hair. Jesus! His cock was already lurching in his pants, going stiff as a poker while his balls were beginning to ache. Jesus! And they weren't even near the Whitmore place.
Penny's dress had ridden up above her thigh now, and he swallowed hard as he caught sight of the rippling golden skin between the top of her stocking and the edge of her fancy black lace panties. And then she moved closer to him, pressing her bare thigh sensuously against his own. "Honey," she purred seductively, her voice as soft and warm as the fur of a well-fed kitten, "honey, I sure go for you."
The car lurched and Penny's body lurched with it, falling against Tom's shoulder, her firm wide-set breasts brushing his body. Oh, Christ! He was almost ready to fuck her now, ready to drive off the road someplace and park, then put his hand up under her skirt, between those soft warm thighs, insinuate his fingers beneath the edge of her panties until he found the hair-lined slit of her pussy.
He gulped, then shook his head. It would have been great, fucking her there in the back seat of the car, and he would do it one of these days. But that would have to wait. He would try her out first on her own bed, hers and John's, and the knowledge that she shared it with her husband would make the screwing he was going to give her that much better.
He stepped on the accelerator, his palms wet with sweat now as he raced toward the Whitmore home. God, his balls ached like they were crushed in a vise, his loins burned like a house on fire.
They reached the large sprawling house at last, the lights from the front window shining a warm welcome to them and lighting up the curved driveway where Tom parked the car behind John's Lincoln. As he slid from the car, he studied the house. Jesus, what a place! It sure as hell went with the car Whitmore drove.
Penny had descended on her side and started up the flagstone path, bright in the light from the house that mingled with the light from the full moon overhead. "Hurry," she whispered breathlessly over her shoulder as if she, too, could hardly wait for the moment when Tom's strong fingers would explore her voluptuously curved body,. cup her fine firm breasts, trail along the swell of her gold-flecked belly.
She stopped suddenly, spotting a small stick on the path, then leaned over to pick it up. The short skirt she wore flounced up over the twin half moons of her undulating buttocks, giving him a full view of her black lace bikini panties, the fabric caught enticingly in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Christ! He moved quickly toward her, caught her around the waist and pulled her upright, turning her and crushing her to him until her throbbing pussy pressed hard against his aching rigid cock and the hard buttons of her taut little nipples bit into his chest like steel bores. Penny
gave a moan of erotic pleasure that made his flesh break out in goose bumps, and then lifted her head to his. He mashed his lips against the glistening moistness of her mouth and his tongue pried it open, sinking deep into the warm cavern for just a moment. And then, with a wink that was an invitation to all the lewd pleasure in the world, Penny broke away and went on up the walk, her buttocks beneath the red dress undulating gently, signaling still another invitation.
The door was on the latch. and she pushed it open noisily, beckoning Tom to follow her. "John and Kelly must be in the library," she said. "Want to go in?"