She was good, though, I told myself. After the first fuck there were three others. In the last, we were all naked, and Hill had his camera and lights out for more home movies. He's quite creative, that man. He got some very good closeups of her sucking my cock and me fucking her.

That part was strange, I thought. Fucking her and having Hill in the background, directing us: "Open your legs a little more. That's it, play with his balls. Push it all the way into her pussy, Allen."

It even felt odd; having someone in between your legs, pressing up against you, lifting your balls so that the camera would have a nice tight shot of his wife's cunt. Or feeling the added heat of the lights on your ass or stomach, and listening to the rattle of the film run through the camera. It was an unusual, novel experience.

He never touched me once, though, I remembered. If he was a queer, he never made any overt attempts to join in with us. It was as though he were content just to watch me making it with his wife. As though watching another man giving her his cock was exciting in itself.

We parted friends, with an open invitation to come and visit again. "Bring your wife the next time!" Yvonne had added. When she said it I assumed it was for Hill, but the more I think about it, I'm sure she wanted Patti for herself. I wonder how that would have turned on Hill? I know the idea turned me on, and I pushed the sight of Patti eating out of Yvonne's cunt from my mind.

The telephone rang again.

I was to the receiver before the first ring had stopped.

"Hello!" I fairly yelled into the receiver.

"Uh… hello," someone said on the other side. It was a man's voice.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"I'm calling about your ad… in Stud…"