THE CLAM DIGGERS 5

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Author's Notes:  THE CLAM DIGGERS is the fourth book of the Gold Club Series.  Book Four
is the story of Greg Lockley, who after a tumultuous and devastating divorce, falls in love with a
nympho-slut. (MF, M+/F M+/F+, MM, FF, Mm, mf, Mf, cons, 1st, reluc, oral, anal, inc, exhib, voy)  


 

THE CLAM DIGGERS
By Art Martin

CHAPTER 5
UH, EXCUSE ME?

 
Greg prospered over the next couple of years.  He left Carson Realty and formed Prestige Realty,
which was primarily involved in commercial real estate, but which also dealt with exclusive
high dollar residential properties.  He had several residential agents working for him.  While he
handled the commercial side his wife, Heather, ran the residential side.

After his first big commercial transaction, he began taking an equity interest in almost
everything he did, financing 100% of his position with non-recourse loans with the property
itself pledged as collateral.  In addition to apartment buildings, his portfolio included interests in
office buildings and strip malls. At 28 he had leveraged himself into a millionaire.

A year after they were married, he and Heather built a very nice home on a wooded five-acre
tract held by his father's estate trust.  The property sat on a hill and overlooked the Rockford
skyline.  At night, the twinkling lights of the city were quite spectacular.  The house was a
sprawling one-story with a partial basement.  The layout of the property afforded complete
privacy.

At home, Greg was a true practicing nudist, shedding all of his clothes whenever he could.  His
new family naturally followed suit.  No longer did Heather sport bikini shaped tan lines to
distract from the beauty of her well-portioned body, and the girls were both as evenly tanned as
is possible. As a couple, he and Heather made frequent trips to various nudist resorts in the
Caribbean.  Life was perfect.  The only flaw was the infrequency of visits by Jarred.  

Almost every time Greg wanted to see his son or have him come to his home, he had to seek a
court order.  Once, he flew his entire family to North Carolina to pickup Jarred.  The plan was to
spend a week in the Smokies and then visit Washington DC, taking in the Smithsonian and
visiting all the major monuments as well as Congress and the White House.  When he arrived at
the 'Two Sisters' boutique, he found it closed for a two-week vacation.  Later Debbie made a
sworn affidavit stating that Greg had given her wrong dates.

Greg decided that turnabout was fair play and when Jarred did finally come into the custody of
his father, Greg declined to return the boy to his mother at the end of the specified two weeks. 
Greg found himself facing a charge of kidnapping.  He reluctantly surrendered the boy to the
police.  Harry got the charges thrown out.  The war continued unceasingly.

Jarred for his part loved to be with his father and his stepfamily.   After a few trips to the
mountains and a dude ranch, he complained that he'd rather just spend the time at Greg's home,
where for a short while he could feel free.  Free of the constraints of clothing, free of the
demands of his mother, free of the demands of her lesbian lover.  He just wanted to swim and
lounge around the pool nude. At the end of a visit to Greg's home, he was never ready to return
to his mother and her significant other.

Soon after marrying Heather, Greg joined the Rockford Athletic Club.  Donk was the manager
and through the club he kept up contact with his old buddy Doug.  He also followed Donk's
recommended regime and had bulked up impressively.  He wasn't a body builder per se, but he
had gained 4 inches at the chest and lost 2 inches at the waist, while adding substantial muscle to
his arms and legs.  Even though he had gained thirty pounds, it was all lean muscle.  He had
never been in such top physical condition.  

Though he kept it at a minimum, he would on occasion still join Donk and/or Doug to fuck some
babe.  It was exciting and kept his interest in sex at a peak.  Generally he didn't know the girl,
though he would frequently see them later at the gym working out or being hustled by someone.
Doug was always after him to bring Heather over to his house to party with Reggie and him. 
Greg explained that he didn't think Heather would go for any of that sort of thing.  She was a true
lady.

*****

"Ah..., ah..., oh yeah, baby..., that's it..., suck it..., suck it..., ah..., yeah."  He pulled his
rejuvenated cock from her mouth.  "You ready for me to fuck you again? Yeah, you want it,
don't you girl?  That's right, spread'em out like a whore.  Oh, yeah baby, you're beautiful. 
Ahhhh!"

The cock of her lover slid into her for the second time that afternoon. He wasn't as good as her
husband was, but he was good enough.  Good enough to stoke the raging fire that burned in her
loins whenever she wasn't being screwed. Intense sexual pleasure affected her much like an
opiate.  With each orgasm, an inordinate amount of endorphins flooded her neural synapses,
giving her great pleasure.  However, like a junkie, once the endorphins returned to normal levels,
it left her with an gnawing need for another fix.

She tossed her head side to side mindlessly urging, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuucccck meeeee!"

"Yeah, you... fucking... slut," he hissed as he rammed and shoved and fucked deeply into her
heaving, shuddering passage.  "Beg for it bitch, beg for it you god damned whore!  Beg... me...
to... fuck... you! You... fucking... slut... whore!"

***** 
  
For Greg, life was indeed near perfect.  Then one afternoon while showing a house he had reason
to doubt it as his worldview crumbled.  

George Peterson, the CEO of a company headquartered in one of Greg's office buildings needed
to lease a house for six months or so while his own new home was being constructed.  Normally
Greg didn't show houses, but Peterson's company was one of his biggest leasors.  Greg had listed
a property that was furnished.  The owners were out of country and wanted to sell the house, but
they were amenable to leasing the house and its contents for six months or more.

As Greg drove up the driveway he saw that Heather was there also, showing the house to a
prospective client.  Greg began the tour in the grand foyer and moved from room to room.  He
was showing the master suite and discovered upon entering the bedchamber, Heather and a man
scrambling to get dressed.  The bedcovers were down and pecker tracts dotted the sheets.  

Greg was flabbergasted.  He felt betrayed, but he didn't cause a scene; he just escorted Peterson
to another room.   Peterson, not knowing that it was Greg's wife caught in the act, thought the
whole thing to be hilarious and made several wisecracks about leasing a whorehouse and
whether it came furnished with whores and whether the tramp came with it and other
disparaging remarks.  Greg seethed on the inside but kept his cool.

After dropping Peterson off at his office, Greg went to Donk's gym to work off his anger and
collect his thoughts before confronting Heather.  After his workout he ran into Doug Patterson
who was on his way upstairs to the club lounge for a drink.  Doug ordered a round of dark
Mexican beers.

"So how's it going Greg?"

"Shity!  Fucking shity!"

"What's the problem ole buddy, I thought you had it made. Business problem?"

"Fucking wife!  I was showing this house to a very important client and we walk in on her
fucking some guy.  God damn, I would have never thought she'd do anything like that to me."

"Fucking? So what? What's the big deal? Is that a problem?"

Greg looked at Doug incredulously.  "The problem is she's my wife.  The problem is she has
risked the reputation of my firm.  The problem is she's probably been lying to me for I don't
know how long.  Christ, I've seen her go out to show this guy houses before.  The problem is she
has betrayed me.  The problem is..."

"Knock it off!" interrupted Doug with a measure of distain in his voice. "The problem is that
both you and her fuck around on the side behind each other's back... Am I not right?  The
problem is you both have had previous marriages that ended when you were caught fooling
around.  I know, I know there's more to it than just that, but hear me out.  Remember Ginger? 
Nice tight pussy!  Hey, I know this seems off the subject but do you remember the night Donk
tied her up blindfolded and we took turns fucking her?   She didn't know who we were or who
was doing what to her and the experience was so intense she started coming and coming and
coming until she passed out?"

"What in the hell does this have to do with it?"

"Sex!"

"I still don't follow you."

"Ginger...remember when she pulled the plug on you?  She did it for love, remember?"

"You're making no sense, Doug."

"That's because you're fucking blind.  Always have been.  Look, love and sex go hand in hand,
right?"

"Okay."

"At the same time love and sex are two different things."

"I guess."

"You guess?  Do you love her?"

"Heather?  She's the most important person in the world to me, that's why this hurts me so badly. 
What did I do wrong?  Is she ready to dump me?"

"Stick to the question Greg.  Do you love her? The answer I presume is 'yes'.  Does she love
you?"

"I thought so, but..."

"She hasn't pulled a Debbie on you has she?"

"No!"

"Then I presume the answer is 'yes'.

"Okay, yes, I guess."

"Do you like sex with strange pussy?  Let me answer that. From my own observations over the
course of years of your illicit rutting behavior the answer is unquestionably 'YES'.   Now be
honest, Greg, just because you like a little strange pussy every so often, does that signify that you
love her any less?"

"No, of course not." 

"A little strange pussy is exciting and fun and has no strings attached.  Right?"

"Right."

"It's just raunchy good fun with no emotional baggage to carry around. Right?"

"Right."

"Then what the fuck makes you think that getting a little strange dick ever so often affects her
love for you?"

"I, I don't know, Doug."

"Hey, that Heather of yours is some good looking cunt.  She just oozes with natural sex appeal. 
Haven't you found her to be passionate?  Doesn't she love a good hard fucking?"

"I thought she love me."

"You still don't get it.  It's obvious!  You both like to fuck around a little, don't you?  The
problem is you both do it in a manner that undermines your mutual trust.  Now, I know you've
always questioned my heartfelt love for my slut wife, but we both love lots of sex with lots of
different people and we love each other, we trust each other, we swing together.  I love seeing
my wife getting fucked, enjoying herself.  Think about it Greg, she has the same needs and sex
drive as I do."

"So what are you getting at?"

"Christ you're dense sometimes.  Be honest.  Wouldn't you get a kick out of watching me slip my
hard dick up your wife's ass?"

"Doug I..."

"Don't you see?  It would be exciting, wouldn't it?" Greg shifted around in his seat.  "What's the
matter Greg?  Getting a hard on thinking about it?"

Doug paused for a moment letting Greg absorb what his groin was telling him.  "Neither one of
you are going to stop getting a little on the side and the way you two are going about it
guarantees hard feeling.  You want to lose your marriage, keep up what you're doing.  Want to
save it, you two need to be more open with each other, have fun together, get laid together."

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

"I know damned well I'm right.  You two are perfect for swinging.  You both like a little strange
on a regular basis.  You both like to parade around nude with your friends."

"That's swimming."

"Okay and I enjoy swimming over at your house.  After ogling Heather's bare tits and ass, I'd like
a little of it.  You have any idea how much I dream of fucking her?"

"You've always asked about it too."

"You're my buddy.  I'm not going to jump in bed with your wife without your permission.  What
I've never figured out is why you and Heather won't swing."  Doug thought a moment before
continuing, "Let me tell you a little secret and it's not to go any further than between us.  See this
bracelet?"  Doug pointed to the gold bracelet he wore on his right ankle.  "I belong to a club, a
sex club."

"Should I be surprised at that?"

Doug laughed, "No, I suppose not."

Greg observed, "Donk wears a chain like that.  I assume he's a member of your club."

"You assume correctly."
  
Greg thought back, nearly every girl they had provided for the past year or so also wore a gold
ankle bracelet.  

Doug continued, "Here's the deal, everyone in the club is pledged to have sex with any and every
one else in the club."

"So that's how you find so many women to have sex with."

"Makes it easier.  Before we joined this club, pussy was plentiful, but it carried a hidden price. 
The great thing about the club is everyone is clean.  We have regular medical checkups and we
only have bareback sex with other members.  I haven't had a case of clap since we joined.  Of
course sometimes I run into some new irresistible split-tail, and I don't hesitate to do her, but I
do use a rubber."
 
"Wait a minute, I've never used a rubber with Reggie or any of the other girls you and Donk
come up with."

"I know.  Donk and I know that you don't screw around outside your marriage unless it is with
us.  You've been an acceptable risk.  Problem now is your wife, we have no idea who she is
doing the nasty with, and that puts you at risk, and therefore puts us at risk."

Greg hadn't thought about the health risks he had exposed Heather too and he hadn't until now
thought of the health risks she was exposing him too.   

"Is this a wife swapping club?"

"Sort of, but more precisely it's an anything goes sex club. You know, a little bisexual action."

"You mean homosexuality?"

"In a limited way.  I admit that on occasion I enjoy a man now and then.  You know that. 
Remember when I jacked you off while fingering your ass?  You loved it!"  Greg did indeed
remember it as an intensely erotic moment for him and he thought of the times they fooled
around at the old apartment when no women were available."

Greg finished his beer.  "So you want us to join your club?"

"Finally you're catching on."

"You want me to pass around my wife to be fucked by a bunch of strangers." 

"I wouldn't put it that way.  I just think you and Heather need an outlet for your sexual energies
just as Reggie and I do.  That's what the club provides, and you don't run the risk of VD."

"I don't know if Heather will go for it."

"That's bullshit.  After this afternoon's episode, she'll listen.  I bet she'll jump at the chance
unless she really is ready to dump you.  What do you have to lose?"

"My marriage."

"Then save it. Don't be the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.  Just admit to yourself that you
both need and want sex.  The club is all about recreational sex, lots of sex in every conceivable
combination.  Fundamentally sex has nothing to do with love, just animal lust.  Love is between
you and your wife.  Strengthen your love and trust, don't undermine it with stupid games.  Give
to each other the freedom to enjoy sex and enjoy that freedom together, openly and without
judgment."

On his way home Greg thought about what Doug had said and his invitation to get together with
Reggie and him at a local dance club next weekend, then maybe go to Doug's home and have a
little party.

Heather was home when he got there.  She looked pensive and very nervous, her reddened eyes
revealing an inner agony.  Her eye makeup was smeared.  She was nearly frantic when he was
late getting home.  She desperately wanted to show her contrition and beg for understanding. 
She loved Greg dearly; he was handsome, kind, gentle, a terrific lover, a good father to her girls,
as well as a good provider.  He had never done anything that she had gotten angry with him
about other than to be out late with the boys.  She knew how Debbie had devastated him by
denying him his right to see his son as often has he wanted or even legally entitled.  She didn't
mean to hurt him.  God, he didn't deserve it, but she just couldn't help herself, she just couldn't
resist the pervasive, burning temptation of a cock giving her pleasure.  

Greg was a considerate lover who made sure she had an orgasm or six each time they made love,
and they made love often.  He was so natural about his body and his sexuality.  They'd be sitting
around the pool talking with the girls one minute, the next he had her in the grass lost in sexual
passion.  She had long given up on the notion of not having sex in front of the girls. He was
right; they accepted it as a matter of fact.  Still she needed more.  She needed the excitement of a
new and different lover.  

She had no emotional ties to Peter Framly. He was just a client who was as horny as she was. 
Peter lived out of state, but was looking to relocate his company to Rockford.  She started
showing him houses some months ago.  She didn't know or understand how or why it happened,
it just did, and she enjoyed it.  It had nothing to do with Greg; he gave her all he had, which was
considerable.  She just need more.

Greg walked in.  He didn't say a word as he headed to the bar for fortification.  Cindy and Julie
were excited to see him as always and he gave each girl a big hug.  He picked them both up, one
in each arm and playfully laid kisses across their bare skin.  He set them down and patted their
rumps.  Off they went to play in the pool, secure in the knowledge that Daddy was home and that
Daddy loved them.

Heather dreaded the consequences of her infidelity.  Would he leave her?  Would he strike her
like Jack did?  Would he just shut her out of his life?  What was he going to do?  Their marriage
had fundamentally been altered and there was no turning back the clock.  She could promise him
that it wouldn't happen again, but she knew it would.  She couldn't help herself.  She was
strangely glad it was out in the open as she always carried an enormous guilt.  Peter Framly
wasn't the first one, just the most recent.

"Greg," she tentatively started, "I'm sorry.  I just want you to know how much I love..."

He cut her off.  "Heather, if you loved me you wouldn't do that behind my back."

She broke down crying, "I'm so sorry."

"Love is all about trust and sharing.  I've hidden things from you too just as you've hidden things
from me.  Sexual things.  If we want to save our marriage we have to be more open with each
other, and stop sneaking around."

"Oh yes, I don't want you to leave me, I love you, I love you."  She dug her fingernails into the
back of his head as she desperately kissed his face, covering it with kisses as the tears ran down
her cheeks.  

"There's going to have to be some changes, major changes."

"Oh, god Greg, don't leave me," she begged.

"I don't want to leave you Baby.  We can resolve this and make our marriage stronger.  But there
will have to be some major changes."

"What kind of changes?  I'll do whatever you think is right."

"First of all we must let the past be our guide.  Be honest with each other.  Accept each other as
the way we really are."

"I don't understand, Greg."

"Sex.  We have to honest about sex.  I suspect that today wasn't the first time you fucked that
guy."

Heather suppressed the urge to lie, "No, it wasn't."

"And I suspect he wasn't the only one you've had sex with since we were married."

She felt trapped, if she revealed it all, he would surely leave her.

Greg prodded her, "Be honest.  It's very important that we be honest.  I'll accept whatever you
tell me.  I love you Babe.  And the only way to move forward and build upon what we've got is
to be completely honest with each other."

She looked down at the floor, "No, he wasn't the first."

"And I suspect he won't be the last."

That statement of truth cut her to the bone.  He had it right.  It wouldn't be the last. "Oh, god,"
she cried.  "How can we ever work this out?"

"Look, you're not the only one who has done this.  I've been playing around on the side since day
one.  There was nothing emotional attached to it, it was just sex. I didn't love you any less for
what I was doing, I was doing it just because it was fun.  I didn't feel any emotional attachment
to these women, just raw sexual pleasure.  Nothing against you Babe, you're a terrific lay, but it
provided a spice that kept my sexual drive at a sustained peak."

"And I've been doing it since day one also.  I can't help it.  I need it."

"We both need it, Heather."  

Greg went on to explain in great detail his sexual activity since he was a kid.  She had heard it
all before, except for the sex parties with Doug and Donk.  The number and frequency of the
parties surprised her, as well as what they did.  She hadn't heard of his homosexual experiences
either.  She also hadn't heard about his bout with gonorrhea or that he cleverly slipped antibiotics
into her food so that she fought off an infection before she became symptomatic. 

Greg concluded his confession, "I stupidly risked it all. In all that time I didn't think about the
potential damage. I always thought it would be a secret. I loved you then and I love you now. 
The sex parties and girls had nothing to do with my love for you.   They were only about sexual
gratification.  They didn't diminish my love, but I didn't consider the damage to our mutual trust. 
All this time I thought of you as some sort of Miss Virtue, satisfied and only needing me." 

"Miss Virtue I'm not Greg.  To be honest, I'm a slut.  You're such a fantastic lover that you kept
my sex drive in check, almost.  I'm horny all the time, and it doesn't take much to get me hot,
and when I'm hot, I abandon all sense of propriety.  I've been like this ever since Tim and Uncle
Buc lit my fires when I was thirteen."

"Uncle Buc?"



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