Not only that, but Sally later confessed to me that her getting forcibly gang-banged in the hotel room that night had ended up being a real turn-on for her, because it had allowed her to live out one of her most-exciting, life-long rape fantasies. Once again, go figure…
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CHAPTER 7 – The Linda Factor
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I just happened to be in the kitchen with Sally helping her round up all the ingredients for her yummy lasagna when Linda called her that Wednesday evening at around 6:00 PM. As far as I knew, Sally hadn’t heard from her best friend, Linda, since Linda’s bad experience in the hotel room, a little over a month before. And I understood why. Sally had kind of blown off her best friend, towards the end of the night, in favor of Rico and his passionate Latin lovemaking–which frankly, shocked and surprised just about everyone in the hotel room that night, including yours truly.
Here’s a quick recap of what took place that fateful night in the hotel room:
Henry had fucked Linda, and then Sally had “fucked” Linda, by putting on a lesbian “tribbing show” for all three of us guys in the hotel room, which included Henry, Rico, and me, at that point.
During that impromptu lesbian “tribbing show”, Rico had rudely pushed my wife, Sally, off the top of Linda. And while he was “getting it on” with Sally, Linda had just stayed there on top of the bed for a little while, right beside the amorous couple, not knowing exactly what was going to happen next, but assuming all along that I was going to be fucking her for the second time that same day.
At my wife’s insistence, I had already fertilized Linda’s black pussy several hours earlier, and had done it right in front of Sally. It was an intentional attempt on my part and Sally’s to help Linda get pregnant, so that she could later have a mulatto baby, and pass it off as being her white husband’s child.
But then Jerry had unexpectedly arrived with his niece, Cindy, in-tow. And instead of me fucking Linda again, like she had been hoping and waiting for, I had decided to make the super-attractive ginger, Cindy, my sex partner for the rest of the night.
And that meant that there was no one left in the hotel room that was wanting to–or offering to–have sex with Linda. Naturally, that made her feel like a 5th wheel, even though technically, she was a 7th wheel in this particular situation.
Linda was still feeling so horny at the time, that she had even been willing to let a much older man, like Jerry, have sex with her. But unfortunately for her, Jerry had been all wrapped up in his quest to have gay sex with Henry, from the moment that he had walked into that hotel room and caught his first glimpse of Henry’s large, fully-erect, dark-skinned penis.
And so Linda had finally gotten up out of the bed, and put her clothes back on, trying not to disturb any of us coupling couples. And then she had left the hotel room, without even saying goodbye to anyone. But that didn’t really matter, because we were all too “preoccupied” to even pay attention to Linda’s departure.
And now, here was Linda on the phone with Sally, after she hadn’t heard from Linda in over a month. And so Sally took her face away from her cell phone just long enough to tell me to go ahead and start baking the lasagna, before she rushed up the stairs to our bedroom to get some privacy,so that she could continue with what she probably assumed would be a very-personal phone call.
And at this point, our story trudges onward (in third-person narrative, since I wasn’t actually present with Sally, when the following events took place):
“What’s up stranger?” Sally asked Linda over the phone, as she was closing and locking the bedroom door behind her.
“I’m sorry I haven’t exactly kept in touch. But that night really traumatized me. I guess, I just wasn’t ready for what happened.”
“Neither was I. But you gotta admit, it was one hell of a night!” Sally remarked.
“That it was!” Linda whole-heartedly agreed with Sally, thinking about how wonderful it had felt to her, when she was having sexual intercourse with Henry that night in the hotel room.
“So what do you need, Girlfriend? I know there’s gotta be a reason why you called me after bein’ away for so long.”
“There is,” Linda confessed. “I’m in a lot of trouble. With Pete, of course. And I really need to talk to you, as soon as possible.”
“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” Sally said, trying to calm Linda down a little bit.
“Oh, yes it can. Tell ya what. Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow at the Olive Garden down the street? I’m buying. Let’s meet there sometime around 11:00, right after the restaurant opens, so we can beat the lunch crowd, and get a booth back in the corner somewhere, away from all the people. Okay?”
“Sure, Sweetie,” Sally said. “I’ll see you there tomorrow.”
“Good!” Linda said, “I’ll see you there.”
And Sally could hear the relief in Linda’s voice.
Then Linda mentioned to Sally, “By the way, I’m gonna be wearing that pretty dress you like.”
“With, or without panties?” Sally asked, being coy.
“Guess,” Linda remarked, right as she hung up the phone, before Sally had time to answer her.
The next day Sally met Linda at the Olive Garden restaurant at the appointed time, and the hostess sat them in a booth at the very rear of the restaurant, sitting across from each other.
Linda had indeed worn her white cotton sun dress, with the colorful embroidered flowers all over it. Sally was in her standard spaghetti-strapped top, shorts and deck shoes summer outfit.
After the waitress took their drink orders, Linda told Sally, “It’s great seeing you again.”
“It’s great seeing you too,” Sally replied, as she secretly dropped one of her deck shoes off her right foot, and then straightened her right leg out to stuck her bare foot up under the table, and up underneath Linda’s above-the-knee-length dress.
When Linda felt Sally’s bare foot coming up between her thighs, she let out a little gasp of surprise. But then she automatically spread her thighs apart for Sally, so that Sally could press her toes and the ball of her foot right up against Linda’s camel toe. This “footsie under the table” stuff was something that Sally had done to Linda many times in the past, and always when they were at public places together, most often at restaurants.
“Panties it is, then,” Sally remarked.
“Yes. Believe it or not, I’m not here to try to make love to you after lunch, or else I would’ve gone the ‘no panties’ route,” Linda admitted.
“So then, what’s up, Sweetie?” Sally asked, removing her foot from Linda’s panty-covered pudendum.
At that point, the waitress brought the two women their drinks, and took their lunch orders. And only after the waitress left did the conversation continued.
“I really screwed up this time!” Linda said. “And you won’t believe what I did. Heck, I don’t even believe it. But it’s too late now.”
“Come on, Girl. Spill the beans. I’m always here for you. And you know I won’t judge you,” Sally assured Linda.
“Pete and I were making love the night before last. And while he was humping away at me, I was fantasizing about Carl fertilizing me right in front of you that afternoon in the hotel room. And by the way, thinking about that always gets me really turned-on. I can’t help it. Anyways, just as Pete was getting ready to cum inside me, I accidentally called him ‘Carl’, while I was talking to him in his ear, and cheering him on.”
“Oh, shit! That’s bad!” Sally instantly agreed.
“You’re tellin’ me? Pete flipped right out. And he immediately stopped humping me and asked me who the hell Carl was. And I don’t know what came over me, but like a big dummy, I told him the whole truth. I told him that Carl was your husband, and that I had secretly let Carl fuck me in a hotel room, in my effort to try to get pregnant. And I told him that you were there, and that you watched the whole thing take place. I even told him that is was your idea, and not mine.”
“Gee. Thanks a lot! With friends like you, who needs enemies?” Sally commented sarcastically, feeling totally betrayed by her best friend.
“Of course, that didn’t stop Pete from cumming inside me. In fact, it only seemed to get him even more excited. I mean, it’s always hard to tell with guys, since they don’t usually cry out or anything like that while they’re cumming. But it sure seemed like Pete squirted a lot more sperm inside me than he normally does.
“But afterwards, he got furious with me. And I thought he might even hit me, or slap me. But he didn’t.
“Instead, he calmed back down, and he asked me if I could ask you to let him ‘do it’ with you, in front of me and your husband. Pete went on to confess to me that he had always had the hots for you. But that he had never made a move on you, because he was married–and so were you, for that matter–and he was trying to stay faithful to me.
“But now that he knows that I wasn’t faithful to him, and that you don’t have any problem with letting your husband ‘do the dirty deed’ with another woman, right in front of you, Pete wants in on ‘the action’. That’s what he called it. He wants us to try the ‘swinger thing’ with you and Carl. And frankly, I support him on this. I’d love to watch my husband ‘do you’. And I wouldn’t mind having another go at your husband’s package, either. So what do you think? Are you game?”
“Sweetie,” Sally answered, “You know I’m always game for just about anything.”
“What about Carl?” Linda asked. “Do you think he’ll go along with it?”
“Oh, please. My husband would be thrilled to watch me ‘do it’ with a different man. That’s exactly what he gets off on. Did you tell Pete about us too?”
“No. I was very careful not to bring up the whole bisexual, lesbian-style love affair thing. Pete might have blown a gasket, if I had.”
“Or he might have gotten totally turned-on to find out that you ‘swing both ways’. Who knows?” Sally remarked.
“Yeah. Who knows?” Linda parroted back. “Okay. So when and where do you wanna do it? I’d suggest our house, ‘cuz we don’t have any kids.”
“Good idea! How about Saturday night at around 8:00?”
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