Every guest was good

CHAPTER ONE

The storm struck with a sudden and savage fury.

It was a freak storm, unpredicted and unexpected, and it was going to have a profound effect on the lives of several people who had been strangers before the storm, but who would be thrown into intimate circumstances by it.

Anna and Richard Wellington were in their car, driving home from an evening at the Riverview Inn.

Claire and Jason Curtis were still at the Riverview Inn, slow-dancing to the jukebox.

Their sexy teenaged daughter, Barbara, was entertaining her boyfriend, Nick Hannible, at home, taking advantage of her parents' absence.

The links between these various people were only circumstantial up until the moment when the storm began to rage with an abrupt fury.

But those links were going to become far more concrete in a very short time.

Anna and Richard were going home to fuck.

They had been watching Claire and Jason grinding together on the dance floor and it made them both horny. They didn't know the other couple, but that made no difference to their arousal.

Richard was turned on by the voluptuous blonde woman in the tight sheath dress as she pressed her lithe loins to her partner's groin. Anna was excited by the well-hung bulge in Jason's pants and she, too, was fascinated by his curvaceous wife – because Anna, although she was a happily married woman, swung both ways – with her husband's approval.

If they had been introduced to the other couple, they might have tossed out a few hints about doing some spouse-swapping, but it was hardly the sort of thing one could suggest to total strangers, so they decided to go home and fuck each other while each enjoyed some lurid fantasies about the couple who had inspired their passion by dancing so provocatively.

Richard was at the wheel and raven-haired Anna was snuggled up to him, her head on his shoulder and her hand rubbing his groin.

They had gone some distance and were driving through a quiet residential district when the rain began to fall, not in drops, but coming down in solid sheets, as if they had motored into a waterfall.

The windshield wipers couldn't cope with the sudden deluge and visibility was nil. It was impossible to drive on.

Richard pulled over to the curb and stopped, grumbling in annoyance.

By sheer coincidence, he had pulled up outside the house where the couple who had made them horny lived – and where their daughter and her boyfriend were ardently making out on the couch.

Intimacies were impending.

"Shit – I wonder how long this fucking storm is gonna last?" Richard muttered.

His cock was as hard as a rock and his cumbags were full, and he was eager to get home and sink the one into his wife and empty the other up her cunt.

Anna was just as eager to get stuffed and pumped full of hot, thick spunk.

But it would have been fool-hearty to have attempted to drive on under the circumstances, no matter how horny they were. They were hoping that the rainstorm would abate as quickly as it had begun and allow them to proceed with their plans. But it showed no signs of letting up in the slightest, pelting the car like hail-stones and turning the windshield opaque.

Anna was still stroking his big cock through the material of his trousers, but that loving caress was only making Richard's frustration greater.

"This reminds me of when we were dating, darling – how we used to park," she sighed.

That, in turn, reminded her of the things that they had done in their courting days.

She gave him an impish look. "Want a blowjob while we wait?" she offered.

Richard most certainly did…

Claire and Jason were the last customers at the Riverview Inn and were just about to leave when the storm began to pummel the windows savagely.

"Jeez – we can't go home in this," Jason said.

He had a hard-on, and her pussy was steaming from the dance-floor action. They stood by the door, as frustrated as Richard and Anna, who just happened to be parked outside their suburban home.

John Knight, the tall, handsome guy who owned the Riverview Inn, wandered over.

He had a bulge in his pants, too.

Knight, like Richard and Anna, had been watching the slow dancing and getting turned on.

He smiled diffidently.

"I got a room upstairs. You're welcome to spend the night here. Only, uh, only there's just one bed."

They looked at him and he shrugged.

"It's a big bed, though," he added. "Plenty of room for the three of us."

"That will be okay, won't it, darling?" Claire asked her husband.

"Sure – it'll be a ball," Jason replied. John Knight had struck it lucky.

Barbara Curtis had her tongue down Nick Hannible's throat when the telephone rang.

She broke off the embrace with a sigh and went over to answer it. If she had looked out the window, she would have seen a strange car parked in front of the house, but it would have meant nothing to her – yet.

She picked up the phone and spoke briefly.

When she returned to the couch, she was smiling with delight.

"That was my mom," Barbara said. Nick arched his eyebrows. "They aren't coming home tonight, darling," she added significantly.

"Oh, wow!" Nick cried. "Can I stay?"

"Oh, yeah!"

And so the cast was assembled and the stage was set.

The storm had created a drama of desire…