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Adam Randolph roamed the streets of the city,
aimlessly walking and flirting with the danger that lurked wherever he
went. But he had the look of a madman; and potential robbers and muggers
knew well enough to stay away. He moved steadily downtown without even
realizing it, and it was almost dawn by the time the depressed scientist
reached 42nd Street. The litter-scattered sidewalks of Seventh Avenue were
comparatively empty; only a few of the night inhabitants of the city were
to be seen. Dr. Randolph fit right in with the others, and he was not
surprised when a derelict saluted him, "Hey, brother!" And a little
further on, a prostitute nodded and smiled at him. He looked at her,
astounded. "God, I called Helen a prostitute!" he said. When in reality it
is I who am the prostitute!
Stunned by this uncomfortable illumination, Dr. Randolph rushed up to the
startled hooker and embraced her warmly. "You're beautiful!" he told her.
"Oh, God, you're so beautiful!"
"Yeah?" the woman said suspiciously.
"Yes!" Adam affirmed. "Where do you live? How can I get in touch with
you?"
"You got something special going?" Hannah thought that he was either a
true crazy or a cop. One way or the other, man, she was going to be ultra
careful.
"Something very, very special!" Adam said. "Well, you call this number,
and they'll get in touch with me. It's Harry's Bar over there!" she
pointed across the street. "Fine, fine. You won't regret it!" Adam cried
as he ran on. The subway was nearby and he ran down into it. He had to get
home fast. He had a lot of work to do!
* *
It was two in the morning, and Helen had not yet come home. Adam had all
in readiness for her return, but still she hadn't come back. He even took
a taxi uptown to the apartment that he used as a lab to see if she was
still there, but there was no trace of her.
In desperation, he called the police, but they were singularly
unsympathetic.
"Ya had a fight with your wife, buddy? You know how many calls we get like
this a day? She ain't come hack a week from now, you call us again!"
Adam was in a state of utter despair by the next evening. He began to
think about his wife's life when he wasn't at home. For the first time he
was trying to figure out just what she did all day long. Who were her
friends? Had she ever mentioned anyone! He couldn't remember a single
name. Oh, God! Why hadn't he listened to one of those interminable
conversations of hers? Then a glimmer of a memory came back to the
suffering professor. Stan! He'd heard her mention Stan, her analyst, but
who was he, and what was his last name? Hurriedly, Adam began to rummage
through his wife's dresser drawers, but he found nothing. Then he looked
in the night table where the bedroom telephone was. There he found a small
address book, and after rifling nervously through it, he found: Dr.
Stanley Bederbeck, 60 West 96th Street. 977-0002. Adam dialed the number
quickly, only to find he had misdialed and was obliged to try it again.
The telephone rang and rang, and finally a secretary answered. "Get me the
doctor! Quick! I'm Helen Randolph's husband. Hurry, I must talk to him!"
The secretary tried to make some sense out of the harassed man's words and
finally, giving up, connected him through to Stan. "My wife ... I mean
Helen! I've done something awful. I'm afraid she'll do something silly!
Please, you've got to help me! We've got to find her!" Adam blurted out.
Stan's voice was as soothing and as stern at the same time as he could
possibly make it. A little the way it had been when he'd talked to Helen
on the phone a few hours before. "Dr. Randolph! Your wife is right here. I
won't say that she's fine or even all right, but she's here." "Oh, God!
Thank God!" Randolph burst into tears of relief. Stan put the call onto
the speaker attachment which transmitted the conversation into the room.
Helen looked up from the sofa on which she'd been lying as her husband's
broken voice expanded into the room. Why, she'd never heard him like that,
and it was profoundly shocking to hear him crying. "I've been so wrong, so
very wrong!" Adam blubbered. "Tell her she's got to come home so I can
make it up to her!" "Well, that's up to Helen. Do you think that she feels
like coming home after what she experienced last night?" "Everything has
changed, everything is different. What a fool I've been!"
"That's what they all say," thought Stan. "That's not for me to say, Dr.
Randolph, but as your wife's doctor, I feel it necessary to tell you that
you have a very disturbed woman here. Helen needs the proper care and
special consideration under the rather extreme circumstances in which she
finds herself. I won't hide from you the fact that it is only pure luck
that I was able to persuade Helen to come here and see me rather than
doing herself in."
"Doing herself in?" Randolph's voice was strident. Was this man going to
prevent his seeing his wife ever again? "What do you mean. Is she all
right? You said she's there. Let me talk to her. She's my wife!"
"Now there's where you're going wrong, Mr. Randolph. I'd be doing both you
and my patient a disservice if I didn't try to explain to you that the
person you refer to as quote, my wife, unquote, is much, much more than
that. She is a person in her own right and deserves to be treated as such!
Once you begin to see her in this light, I feel that a great many of the
problems which you two have accumulated through the years can begin to
clear up." Sobering, Adam tried to assimilate this information. "Yes, he
said, trying to resume his natural tone of voice, his responsible citizen
voice, "Yes, I've realized that. That's just it! I see that that's where
I've gone wrong! Even in the experiments, that's where I have gone wrong.
I've made prostitutes of them all! That's what I've done!" Adam's voice
broke. "Tell her she's got to come back to me! She's just got to!"
Stan looked at Helen. The pale and disheveled wife was standing up. She
wavered a bit and then steadied herself. "Tell him, I'll be home in a
little while!" she said, halfsmiling, half-weeping.
* *
Nervously, Adam paced up and down the apartment until at last he heard the
familiar sound of the elevator stopping at the landing outside. He rushed
to the door and opened it wide. There coming down the hall was a woman who
resembled Helen. It was Helen, but she seemed so weak, so drained of life
that she was almost unrecognizable. Adam felt something twist hard in his
heart. This is what I've done to her!
Defensively, Helen started to speak. "I've come back!" she said, but
hidden within the words was the meaning, "despite what you've done,
despite what I've done, despite all the hurt and pain I feel!"
Adam gathered her into his arms and rushed her inside. He took her
straight away to the bathroom where unprotesting, she allowed him to
undress her while he ran a tub. Once the water was filled almost to the
brim, he helped her to get in it and then washed her soothingly,
carefully.
"Oh, my poor, poor darling!" he muttered. The hot water did its healing
work on the soft, bruised flesh and restored something of Helen's vibrant
skin tone. Bit by bit, the exhausted woman began to relax. Letting her
head rest on the rubber pillow that was attached to the back of the tub by
suction cups, she closed her eyes and sighed. She was almost asleep by the
time Adam lifted her bodily from the tub and dried her carefully with a
big towel. Then he took her into the bedroom and put her to bed. He
himself had changed the sheets and had been embarrassed to discover that
he didn't even know where they were kept. He'd had to search all over to
find them. Then when Helen was snug in the bed, already sleeping like a
baby, her fists tight around her pillow, Adam got in beside her.
They didn't wake until the following morning around 10:00A.M. The phone
was ringing and Adam answered it groggily. "Mmn Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes.
Get a sub for me, I've got the flu!" It was the Science Department of the
University wondering why Dr. Randolph hadn't shown up for his classes that
morning. Then he got up and went to the bathroom. When Adam resumed, he
saw his wife lying there, half uncovered, still sleeping peacefully. The
large full mounds of her breasts, the ripe nipples were exposed and
staring up at him.
"God, you're so beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness. He
could feel his male hardness rising at the sight of this beautiful
creature who was also his wife. It was all he could do to keep from
dropping to the bed and locking his lips to the softness of her flesh at
that very moment, but he held himself back.
She needed more. Much more than that! Now Adam knew that his wife had
hidden recesses of knowledge of which he'd never dreamed. He had seen her
in action as she'd never been with him. Yes, it was up to him to bring
that out in her again instead of just jumping on top of her and throwing
it to her without preparing her well for it. The reward would be well
worth it. Adam leaned over and kissed his wife gently on the lips as
though he had never kissed her before. Like Sleeping Beauty, she stirred,
but slowly, as though she'd been asleep a hundred years. "Mmmm."
Helen opened her eyes and saw Adam's concerned face close to hers. His
expression was one of infinite tenderness. How long since she'd known such
a thing as tenderness? It thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She
reached up, curled her arms around and pulled her husband down on her. One
of his legs slipped tightly between her soft open thighs. Their bodies
fell together with a suppleness as though they belonged together. Slowly,
Helen moved her thighs up against Adam's loins as he ground his lips down
onto hers feeling his already hard cock throb painfully. He could feel a
bit of wet seminal fluid seeping from the tip of it. Nakedly they clung
together, Helen beginning a massage with her whole body that pressured his
cock-head until Adam thought it would explode. It was jerking and
twitching, and he was afraid he would cum too soon, for he could feel it
building deep into his balls. The recalcitrant husband thrust his tongue
deep inside his wife's open mouth, feeling her suck gently upon it,
nibbling with sharp, tiny bites that sent chills of desire racing
throughout his erotically trembling body.
"Teach me some things!" he said softly to her. "Show me how to love you."
"Yes," she promised softly, breathing heavily into his mouth. "You want to
fuck me now, don't you?"
The word was breathtakingly exciting on his wife's lips. He gasped and
said, "Yes, yes, I do want to fuck you!" "How? Tell me how."
"Long and hard so that you'll want no one else to fuck you, so that you'll
forget that anyone else ever did!" "Oh, God!" she moaned, "do it then. Do
it Adam!" The professor moved one hand down to the smoothness of Helen's
naked buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped. Her body was
so warm and soft against him as his mouth locked once more tightly to
hers. Amazingly, Adam could feel her hand searching down between them for
the throbbing hardness of his penis. The coolness of her fingers closed
around its pulsing length, and he pressed his head forward to kiss her
neck. Her perfume---or was it only the soap he'd used on her last night---
smelled like fresh-cut flowers. Her lips softly gave beneath the harsher
pressure of his teeth and tongue, and tiny chills spread over the surfaces
of his skin wherever he touched her. Moaning softly, Helen crushed the
entire length of her silken body up against his, grinding her loins
eagerly against him and opening her thighs wide to accept his body between
them. Adam felt Helen's hands searching over his body, exploring him
eagerly as though she had never touched him before. His hard shaft was
resting against the narrow, hair-trimmed slit of her pussy, waiting for
permission to enter. Helen arched up for a moment, levering them both
upward with the strength of her back muscles, and reaching under her
buttocks with both hands, she provocatively pulled her fevered vaginal
lips apart to give her husband's lust-thickened penis a greater contact
with the sensitive flesh within. Now it lay the full length of the moistly
throbbing opening. Helen sighed and dropped back to the bed, feeling his
rigidity trapped tightly now between her full thighs. Adam moved his hand
up and down the soft curves of her back and hips as Helen began to
undulate her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm.
"Oh, God you feel good!" he whispered down to her. The sinews of her
muscles rippled lightly just under the skin, and the tenseness of the
cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He could
sense the hidden power within her, the strength that he had so long
ignored in so many ways. Adam pushed his hands further down beneath the
fullness of Helen's ass-cheeks, feeling them soft and warm in his palms,
and pulled her warmly quivering pussy up tighter against him. With a low
moan of heartfelt hunger, he slowly insinuated more and more of the thick
hardness of his cock up and down within the split of her wetly seeping
cunt, feeling it grow hotter by the second. Helen was commencing a more
intense rotation of her loins against his until suddenly her legs without
warning moved out wide, and her calves locked upward against his back. He
was pulled tighter against her naked body, and it almost took his breath
away.
"Now, now, now!" she mumbled, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her loins
moving provocatively against his willing cock. "Fuck me now!"
Adam started to move into her, but Helen, taking the initiative, moved her
hands down to circle his throbbing penis, guiding it between the parted
lips of her flowering young cunt. Adam groaned at the sensual feel of it,
the parting soft silken hair, the sensitive, delicate tissues of buttery
flesh, the inward sucking little mouth that wanted his aching penis inside
it! "OOoohh!" Together they groaned as Adam thrust forward with his hips
and drove the thick pulsing hardness of his cock deep up into the
quivering feminine opening, splitting it open and pushing the resilient
flesh in rippling waves ahead of his masculinity. It was as though he had
never fucked her before, and Adam knew that in a way, he hadn't. He'd
never been so aware of this incredibly lovely woman as now. He was
learning and learning fast, and as his long thick cock raced up inside
Helen's softly clasping cunt and reached the depths of her quivering
belly, he knew that he would fuck her again and again like this! Her tight
pussy was easing his in-thrusting member in, taking it all the way up,
lubricating the passage with a hot, slippery moisture, accepting him bit
by bit, swallowing him with loving attention. And then he hit bottom,
bouncing off the spongy tip of her cervix.
Damn, we're fucking good! he thought. Momentarily, they were stir, and
Adam could feel his fully penetrated cock growing and expanding inside of
his wife's still tender pussy until it felt as though he would burst in
two from the exquisite pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles.
Then he began a long, slow rhythm of fucking into her, fucking for both of
them. Over and over, he gently thrust into the farthest depths, trying to
pace himself so that it would last. And then he would make shorter
strokes, pulling himself all the way out only to plunge jerkily back in
and then out again, moving his cock up to the twitching slipperiness of
her clitoris and sliding all the way back in up to the hilt. He was
driving Helen wild. And himself as well. God! He had never in his life
felt anything as sensually exciting at this! Slow, then hard, fast, then
slipping at a sideways angle into those soft, spongy depths. As he fucked,
he took one of her legs and, pressing downward so that his pelvic bone
pressed against the mound of her pussy, rubbed the sensitive spot of her
clitoris. "Oh! Oh, yes, yes, like this, fuck it, fuck it! You're beautiful
... Oh, Adam! Adam!" she chanted, mumbling everything that came into her
mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back,
with the scraping of her nails down along his flesh. Helen's eyes rolled
uncontrollably as she writhed in liberated wantonness under her husband,
moving and changing positions as easily as if they had been underwater.
Their mouths hung open wide and unseeing eyes were glazed by lust. Until
finally the two panting bodies were one mass of wriggling flesh, uttering
low grunts and groans of desire as the springs of the bed squeaked
unmercifully. Helen's loins jerked spasmodically against her husband's
belly. She held her breath for a long moment and then gave it up. She was
cumming deep down at that spot where her husband's up-thrusting cock was
touching her.
"Mmmmnnaahh!" and she was pulling him in, in closer to her and now that
throbbing hardness that was making her cum was spurting its life-giving
heat into her filling cunt. There was no room on earth for anyone else but
the two of them, and it seemed that they had been transported to a place
that only true lovers can find if they are very lucky.
* *
"You're very lucky," Hannah looked all around her, suspiciously, hostilely
taking it all in. "Oh," she said to herself when she saw Helen smiling
nervously. "He wants me to bring the wife out!" "Nice pad!" the prostitute
added.
"Come in, won't you, and sit down?" Helen said. Adam put his arm around
his wife. Christ! They looked like honeymooners, Hannah thought as she
observed them. She moved slowly and deliberately into the living room.
What kind of trick was this going to be anyway? She wanted to hurry and
get it over with. "God something to drink?" she asked.
Helen dashed to make something at the bar. "How about daiquiris?" she
asked shyly. She had already made up a pitcher. Helen looked at Hannah and
saw beneath the makeup and the wig a rather pretty woman who had an
enormous chip on her shoulder. And yet somehow the sight of this woman had
affected her husband in such a way that he had gained more insight into
her own predicament than if he'd been lectured about it for weeks. Helen
had gladly accepted the idea of meeting this prostitute when Adam had told
her about the other woman. It seemed in some say, she didn't know just how
yet, to be important to their understanding of each other. But now she was
nervous about what the woman in the jet-black curly-haired wig might be
thinking of this invitation.
"I ... uh, suppose you're wondering why we asked you to come!" she said
timidly, sitting down beside the other woman after handing her her drink.
"Yeah, sorta," Hannah answered, giving Helen the once-over from up close.
She was pretty and straight, Hannah thought, and she hated Helen's guts.
"I'll try to explain," Adam's wife said, feeling the enormous animosity
that emanated from her guest. "Yeah, do that!" Hannah said, thinking about
what life might be like for Helen, not having a drug habit to take care
of, not having to be worried about getting busted, even after the cops
fuck shit out of you! Just waking up every day to soft music on a radio
probably, and putting on something filmy and pretty. Just fucking one man
instead of hundreds of nameless johns. Helen looked up at Adam who was
hovering uncertainly nearby. "Perhaps you could leave us along for a
little, darling," she said.
"Of course, of course," Adam went for his coat. "I'd go down and get the
papers," he said a moment later. "Back in a bit." And then Helen began to
talk to Hannah, telling her everything. It was something she hadn't even
realized that she was going to do before it happened, but it seemed
perfectly natural as it was happening. She told her everything that had
happened, the story of her life in brief, and bit by bit as Helen talked,
she could feel Hannah's attitude toward her changing. And when at last the
story was brought up to the moment and Helen had gotten up to get more
drinks, Hannah spoke. "Yeah, a lot of women get tricked into being nothing
more than a high-class hooker. That's what happened to you, and you
couldn't even get a decent lay because your old man didn't even know who
you were!"
Helen nodded and remained silent.
"Yeah, there's more than one way to get fucked, right?" Hannah said,
smiling for the first time. There was a kinship there, a special knowledge
between the two women.
"You know what I think?" Hannah said. "I think your husband wanted me to
come because he wanted us to make it together." Helen reflected. "Yes,"
she said finally, "I think that's what he might have had in mind at first.
But maybe talking together is as much as the same thing." "Maybe."
"Maybe not," Helen said, after reflecting a moment. "They all want to see
two women together!" Hannah said, sneering.
"Do they?"
"But what if the women want to?"
"That's different."
Suddenly it was clear what she had to do. The pretty blonde wife spoke
clearly and deliberately. "I want to!"
* *
Adam returned to the apartment not knowing quite what to expect. He
brought flowers and a Cue magazine, thinking that he and Helen might want
to go out later that evening. He entered without bothering to disguise his
sounds. Moments later, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom where the
two women had retired. What he saw aroused in him a multitude of emotions,
none of which he could single out as his true comprehension of what he was
taking in.
In the darkened bedroom where a short while before Adam and Helen had
fallen in love again, or perhaps for the first time, Helen groaned and bit
her lips. The softness of the prostitute's touch was strange to her. It
brought back all the feathery delights that she had ever known in her
life, and after all the rough tortures her body had recently known, after
all the indifferent caresses, she was profoundly shocked to find that the
prostitute's fingers knew her body as well as she herself. The sensual
contact with the other women who had done Helen the supreme honor of
talking off her black wig and revealing the true chestnut color of her
straight hair, was reaching her on some other level of consciousness, a
level that spoke volumes about pain and loneliness and at the same time
was a thoroughly potent and forceful erotic experience.
The prostitute's naked breasts pressed against hers while Hannah's fingers
swirled insistently around up inside of Helen's wetly willing cunt.
Comfort and warmth, mother-love was hers again, but pure in its sexuality.
Even though the two women were simultaneously aware that Adam was
watching, they were not selfconscious, and Helen was proud that she could
show Hannah how naturally she could comprehend the perversity of their
act. Moaning softly to herself, Hannah rubbed her dark hairfringed vaginal
mound down against Helen's quivering cunt, feeling the privileged wife
writhing sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart. Their
respective roles disappeared. They were both whores and they were both
wives; they were women. Helen's vision of herself was enhanced as her
desire heightened. She learned untold things that masturbation, for
example, had failed to show her about herself. She moaned as Hannah's
caresses increased, fingers slipping in and out of Helen's lust-aroused
cunt as though the prostitute were possessed by a demon, the same demon
that Helen knew so well. The prostitute's shapely body with soft, silky
flesh blended against hers as the wetly heated pussy moved over and
around, wriggling on top of her abdomen and stimulating her tiny clitoris.
Helen moaned over and over again, her steaming vaginal furrow one big
crevice of desire as she strained against the heated friction that rose
between them. Helen's softly quivering buttocks tightened and grew tighter
still as she heard Hannah's soft whispers into her ear. "Whore, cunt!
Bitch!" she cried, "Cum! Cum for me!"
Hannah's pale breasts pressed and rolled against the larger breasts of the
scientist's wife, causing Helen's passion to mount. Hannah's knowledgeable
finger slithered upward into the blonde's tightly clenching pussy, feeling
not like a man's penis, but something more flexible that could give her
more individual attention. An exquisite floating sensation of pleasure
pervaded her nakedly twisting body as she sank deeper and deeper into a
lustfully provoked swoon. Opening her eyes, she could see Adam standing
nearby, an expression of tortured jealousy on his features.
Don't be jealous, she thought. It's something completely different.
There's no relationship at all! And then the highly aroused prostitute
above Helen closed her lips down on hers, her arms enfolding the housewife
and pulling her closer against the rising pressure in her naked loins.
There was no shame, only the precious body of another woman near hers,
molding with hers and making her start to cum. "Yes, yes, Hannah!" she
called out. Gravity was letting her go, flinging her into space, and there
was nothingness around her, and yet she felt the other woman nearby,
imparting a mysterious gift, cumming in fact along with her. Their two
wildly throbbing cunts quivered and quaked together as their naked bodies
writhed and twisted wantonly together, bucking and grinding insanely,
climaxing at the same time.
"Ooohhhh!"
"Give it to me, baby!"
The two women's tongues mingled as though they were sisters, and Helen
could feel Hannah's fingers moving slowly in everwidening circles up
within the contracting and pulsing walls of her moisture drenched pussy.
To the scientist's wife, her orgasm was an admission of her frailty and an
admission of her strength. She was both winning and losing.
* *
Dawn was breaking again when Helen and Adam stood at the door saying
good-bye to Hannah. She had remained with them, dining and watching
television and then later, sleeping chastely in the guest room while the
two lovers lovingly explored each other's bodies in their bedroom. Now it
was time for her to go back out on the streets again, and both Helen and
Adam seemed worried. "Are you sure you don't want taxi money? Are you sure
we shouldn't come with you?"
"New! I got money. No charge this time, folks. Maybe next time, though!
Got to go see what's happening on Seventh Avenue! You got the number. Call
me anytime."
"I love you," Helen said to her husband. Adam had never been so much in
love in his life. He was planning on closing down his research laboratory
but on keeping the apartment as a trysting place for him and his wife.
They could meet there afternoons between his classes, and occasionally
spend the night there as if they were secretly carrying on an affair.
Because Adam realized that he could find out all he needed to know for his
forthcoming scientific tome from his own wife, Helen. "Let's fuck!" Helen
said bluntly.
"Yes, let's," he replied sweetly and went down the hallway with her to
begin the greatest research project of his life!
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