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May 1926, Part 1

"While Delilah is entertaining a male visitor out front, Harvey enters through the back door for the first time in their 20 years together."

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“Skål!” Niels Sørensen toasted his hosts, and they all downed a shot of akvavit.

“Mercy me, that’s different!” Delilah laughed. “Is that caraway?”

“By golly, I believe it is,” her husband Harvey replied.

The Davenports had invited Niels to their apartment for farewell drinks; he was a visiting professor at Columbia University specializing in the history of Nordic Languages and was due to return to Denmark now that the academic year had ended. Harvey was a professor of Economics and was always eager to meet Europeans who could give him some insight into what the common people were experiencing. Policy papers and reports went only so far.

Niels had brought the akvavit to share with his hosts. Delilah and Harvey sat side by side on a pale green couch while Niels sat opposite them in a matching chair. In between was a low table arrayed with crackers, small slices of crusty bread, olive oil, most of a wedge of cheese, and a long cured sausage with one end whittled away. Margaret, their live-in maid and cook, had arranged the spread before leaving to stay at her sister’s house for the night.

Delilah was a charming hostess, with black hair cut in a short bob, sparkling brown eyes, and a beautiful smile framed with red lipstick. Her dress was a medium blue color, with short lacy sleeves and a deep neckline that accentuated her impressive rack. Harvey was of average height, with gray in his hair and beard and strong hands and arms. Niels was a shade over six feet (183 cm) tall, with blond hair, a handsome face, and broad shoulders. Both men had removed their jackets and turned up the cuffs of their shirtsleeves.

Delilah turned to Niels. “Perhaps you can help me solve a language mystery that’s been bothering me since I was a teenager.”

“I shall certainly endeavor to try.”

“I grew up on the Lower East Side, in a primarily Hungarian neighborhood.”

“Are you Hungarian, then?”

“Romanian. But we were always under the thumb of someone else. There was an old joke: you could wake up in the Ottoman Empire, eat your lunch in Austria-Hungary, and go to bed in the Russian Empire, all without leaving your house.”

Niels laughed softly.

“The Hungarians were making things difficult for my father, and we came to New York in 1892 when I was six years old. We were looking for a fresh start, but there wasn’t a Romanian neighborhood to speak of, and we ended up…”

“Back with the Hungarians,” Niels guessed.

“Precisely. My parents knew the language, the customs, the food. It would have been much harder to thrive, or simply survive, in a different neighborhood.”

“They say that familiarity breeds contempt,” Niels observed. “But there is something to be said for familiarity.”

“Yes,” Harvey agreed. “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t, eh?”

“I suppose so. But here’s the mystery,” Delilah added, pivoting back to her original line of inquiry. “The old Jewish men down the street would call me a name in Yiddish—something like zoftik?—and I’ve always wondered what it meant.”

Niels laughed. “Yes, yes, zaftig! I know this word.”

Delilah raised one eyebrow. “And…?”

Niels became more serious. “Er, yes. It is a compliment, let me first say that.” Glancing at Harvey, he went on. “It means, how should I say, er, plump, ripe, juicy…”

Delilah’s mouth opened in an O and she covered it with her hand. “Mercy me!” she exclaimed when she had recovered from her initial shock. “Those dirty old men!” she giggled.

Harvey chimed in. “Niels, I met Delilah when she was nineteen years old, and believe me, she was just as juicy then as she is now.”

She certainly was plump and ripe, Niels observed, like a fat juicy peach begging to be plucked off the tree. His face reddening, he hid his embarrassment by going on with his lecture. “You see, many Yiddish words can be traced to German. Saft means juice in German, and also in Danish and Swedish.” Warming to his subject, he continued. “In Icelandic, juice is safn, and in Dutch it is sap…”

“Like tree sap?” Delilah asked.

“Yes, your maple trees are releasing juice in the early spring,” Niels joked, relieved that he hadn’t offended the Davenports. He tried to put the image of succulent peaches out of his mind, but—

“Mmm, that sounds delicious,” Delilah replied. “Maybe we all should release some juice.”

Niels’ brow furrowed. “I don’t—”

“What I mean is…” Delilah leaned forward to give him an eyeful of her deep cleavage. “You make my sap run and I’ll make yours run.”

Niels’ cock twitched and Delilah flashed a devilish smile.

“Niels, how would you like to fuck my juicy tits with your hard cock?” Realizing that he might not know the slang terms, she pointed to his crotch and then to her chest. “Niels, how would you like to put that between these?”

“Mrs.—”

“Call me Delilah. Would you like that?”

“Harvey, I must apologize—” Niels began.

“No need, no need!” Harvey laughed. “If Delilah is offering, then you have every right to accept.”

“Here, let me show you what it would be like.” Delilah picked up the sausage from the low table and, fixing her eyes on Niels, slowly slid it down between her fat boobs. She slid the sausage back up, then down again, then up one last time as Niels stared at her squishy tits being deformed by the thick, hard tube of meat.

“And then, if you like…” Delilah opened her mouth wide and slid the sausage inside, inch by inch.

Niels was speechless, but his cock was straining against his pants, desperate to be let free.

Delilah pulled the sausage out of her mouth; a string of spit connected the tip of the sausage to her lower lip for a second before breaking and dripping down her chin. “Harvey, be a dear and get a blanket. I wouldn’t want to soil the rug.”

Harvey rose and went to open a trunk where they stored some throw blankets, then chose a cream-colored one and laid it on the floor.

“Now, let’s all get more comfortable,” Delilah continued. “Everyone take off all of your clothes.”

Niels hesitated, still unsure.

Delilah smiled sweetly and arose from the couch, turning her back to him. “Niels, please unzip my dress. I can’t reach it myself.”

Harvey gave Niels a nod and began removing his suspenders and unbuttoning his shirt.

Niels shrugged and placed his hands on Delilah’s shoulders. She shivered at his touch. He grasped the zipper and, inhaling sharply, began pulling it down. As the zipper descended, past her shoulder blades, past her waist, Delilah pressed her ample rear into Niels and felt his stiff cock. He gasped but pressed himself against her, nestling his hard-on between her inviting cheeks.

After a moment, Delilah turned around to face him. Removing her dress from one shoulder, then the other, she gave him an alluring look while holding the dress in front of her chest. She then lowered it slowly to expose the upper part of her breasts, then whipped it down to reveal her large, pale areolae and stiff pink nipples. She raised her eyebrows and nodded at Niels’ crotch, and he began removing his suspenders and unbuttoning his fly.

The zipper ended just above her hips, so Delilah had to wriggle and shimmy to work the dress down over her bountiful ass. Her massive tits shook and swayed, much to her guest’s delight, and to her husband’s as well. Harvey had stripped down to his undershirt, drawers, and socks and was rubbing his cock through the cotton fabric while waiting for the others to catch up.

Delilah kicked off her shoes, unsnapped her garter belt, and rolled her silk stockings down her thick legs until she was wearing nothing but her short silk bloomers and her headband. Sensing that he would have a difficult time reaching his feet, she knelt in front of Niels and began untying his shoelaces while he removed his undershirt. His stomach was flat and muscled, and his chest was strong and broad. Delilah bit her lip in anticipation; his cock looked long and thick inside his drawers.

All three of them removed their remaining clothes, and Delilah’s suspicions were confirmed. Niels’ dick looked to be around 9 inches (23 cm) long and was of solid girth. “I’m going to keep my headband on, if you don’t mind,” she laughed. “It’ll keep my hair out of the way while I’m face down.”

“No objections, your honor,” Harvey quipped.

Delilah mentally rolled her eyes but maintained her placid expression. Indicating the blanket on the floor, she went on. “All right. Niels, why don’t you lie down on your back?”

Niels did as instructed, and Delilah straddled his knees, crouching over him. Arching one eyebrow at him, she spat between her tits and worked them with her hands to coat her cleavage with the slippery saliva. Leaning forward, she eased her slick tits up along the shaft of his stiff cock, which bounced and leapt upon contact with Delilah’s heavenly boobs.

“Hvor fantastisk!” he gasped.

“I think that means he likes it,” Harvey quipped. He began rubbing his hands all over his wife’s ass, appreciating the inverted heart shape that formed when she was bent over.

Delilah smiled and continued moving her body up and down, sliding her soft tits along the length of Niels’ rock-hard rod. After a few strokes, when the tip of his cock was between her breasts, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up his midsection towards his chest. She ran her tongue over his left nipple and—

“Gud!” Niels felt a jolt of electricity that made his cock even harder, which he would not have thought possible.

“I think that means he likes it,” Harvey quipped again. He spread Delilah’s cheeks with his hands and ran his tongue along her pussy, which was glistening with sap.

“Oh, he definitely likes it. Ooooh…” Delilah groaned, then squashed her fat tits against Niels’ raging dick and stuttered them up and down almost imperceptibly while continuing to tongue his nipple. “Lower, Harvey, lower,” she begged.

All of a sudden, Niels’ eyes shot wide open in a panic. He grabbed Delilah’s tits and lifted his hips off the floor, pumping his cock with her big boobs. Delilah, sensing what would send him over the edge, leaned on her elbows and started pinching his nipples while looking into his eyes.

“Fuck my tits, Niels. Cover them with your juice,” she encouraged him quietly.

“For fanden!” Niels shouted as his cock erupted and shot a thick blast of hot (36°C) cum all over his stomach and Delilah’s neck. He continued pounding her tits roughly, shooting another rope of cum with each thrust. After a half dozen or so, he released her boobs and rubbed the outsides of them gently. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Mrs., er, Delilah.”

“No, it’s fine!” Delilah assured him. “Uh huuh huuh…” she began moaning as Harvey licked and rubbed her clit with renewed vigor. “Uuuh huuuh huuuuh…” she continued, until reaching her crescendo. Delilah’s body quaked as the orgasm wracked her. Harvey continued rubbing her clit gently as she came down. Delilah spied the lattice of jism on Niels’ stomach and began to lick it up greedily. “Oh!” she moaned. “Mmm! That delicious fucking cum!” As she continued slurping up the massive load of cum, she noticed something strange.

“Niels, is your cock still hard?”

Ja, yes. It is.”

Delilah’s eyes lit up and she squealed with delight. “Well, then! Let’s take care of that.” She sat up and scooted forwards until her drooling pussy was resting on his shaft. “I’m going to fuck that second load out of you.” Taking his dick in her delicate hand, she rubbed the head on her cunt lips and then impaled herself on his cock. Sitting upright, she looked at Niels with a wry smile. “Watch this,” she said.

“Oh, Harvey…” she cooed.

Harvey knelt facing his wife and began to lick the glistening cum slicks that plastered her chin, neck and upper chest. His cock twitched and bounced as he performed his cleanup duties, and the head began leaking a clear bead of pre-cum. Delilah continued grinding her aching pussy on Niels’ long, thick cock.

When Harvey had finished, Delilah grabbed his face and gave him a long, wet kiss. He stood up and Delilah caught sight of his dripping dick. She grabbed it by the shaft and licked under the head to capture the sweet pre-cum on her tongue. “Mmm, Harvey, that’s so tasty,” she purred. “The nectar of the gods.” She then engulfed his cock in her mouth, slowly fucking him with her face while fucking his colleague with her pussy.

After a couple of minutes of this, she popped her mouth off her husband’s dick and leaned down to press her soft body against Niels’ hard body. Their skin was warm but damp and slightly sticky. They continued slowly fucking, and Delilah buried her head in his shoulder.

Harvey moved back to his original position and placed his hands on her cheeks again to signal his intent. He then bent down and, for the first time in their twenty years together, flicked his tongue on his wife’s exposed pink asshole.

“Oh!” Delilah swooned. “Harvey!”

Harvey was fascinated by the tangy taste. He gave her puckered asshole another, longer lick, and Delilah squirmed with pleasure. He pointed his tongue and stabbed at her asshole, causing it to open slightly. He jabbed his tongue in and out of the entrance to her forbidden zone while she moaned her approval into Niels’ chest.

Once he had worked a bit of saliva onto her ass, Harvey leaned back and pressed his thumbprint against Delilah’s asshole, relishing the contrasting feeling of the drier outer skin and the wetter inner folds. He increased the pressure gradually, feeling her asshole open up for him. Adjusting the angle of his hand slightly, he moved the tip of his thumb into the void. He felt some brief resistance, and then—

“Oh, oh, oh!” Delilah moaned. She tore her head from Niels’ chest and began kissing him madly, mashing his lips and thrashing her tongue around in his mouth. Niels returned the kisses with vigor, grabbing the back of her head for leverage.

Harvey pressed his thumb as deeply as it would go, until the heel of his hand was pressed into the crack of Delilah’s ass. He then began gently pumping his thumb in and out of his wife’s taut bunghole, feeling Niels’ cock slowly pumping her cunt through the wall separating her two sacred caverns.

“Fuck, Harvey!” Delilah exhaled after coming up for air. “That feels fantastic.”

“Ja, fantastisk,” Niels laughed.

“I have an idea,” Delilah announced. “Harvey, please get the olive oil from the charcuterie board. Niels, I am going to hop off for a moment but I promise I’ll be back.” She eased herself off his long cock and let it flop against his stomach.

“Harvey, I enjoyed your finger in my ass. How would you like to stick your cock in there?”

“By golly!” Harvey exclaimed. “Would I!”

“All right, it’s settled then. Work some of that olive oil into my ass and slap some on your dick as well. Once we get your cock in my ass, I’ll hop back onto Niels and you can both fuck me until you cum inside me.”

Harvey took a moment to lubricate the equipment, while Delilah idly rubbed her labia on Niels’ shaft to help him stay hard.

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“I’m ready,” Harvey declared, pressing the head of his dick against Delilah’s slippery asshole. “Would you like me to push into you, or would you like to push back against me?”

“Hmm, maybe a little of both,” Delilah mused. “You maintain pressure but hold still and let me provide the movement so I can get adjusted.”

“Fair enough.” Harvey pressed the head of his dick against her rear aperture, which began gently opening like a flower blooming in the morning sunlight.

Delilah eased herself back slowly, intending to get her sphincter accustomed to being distended for an extended time. After a minute or so of gentle pressure, Harvey gasped as he piloted the prow of his pecker past the portcullis of her pooper.

“Are you in?” Delilah asked. “Hoo.”

“I’m in.”

“Okay, you can take over now. Push slowly until you’re all the way in.”

Harvey eased his stiff cock forward until he was balls-deep in his wife’s ass. “All set.”

“Hoo, I have to say, Harvey, that feels amazing. Hoo. Now let’s get Niels back inside.”

Niels nodded and grasped his cock, aiming the head at Delilah’s slippery slit. She sank down on it with a groan. She was stuffed so full, she felt like a Thanksgiving turkey.

They screwed slowly and silently for about ten minutes. Harvey’s dick dredging her derrière had Delilah in seventh heaven, and Niels’ schlong sluicing her snatch had her on cloud nine. Together, they make a sweet sixteen, she thought.

“I am almost ready to go,” Niels said. “Er, to come.”

Delilah reached down and began rubbing her nerve center. “Niels, I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside my cunt when I cum.” Time slowed to a crawl and she watched his face carefully, noting every tic. She listened for any hitch in his breathing, felt for any twitch in his muscles to indicate that he was about to blow. Her own release was approaching…

“Aaagh! Guuud!” Niels thundered as he began shooting his scalding hot sperm into Delilah’s warm and waiting cunt.

The fury of this storm nearly blew Delilah away and she diddled her clit furiously, holding onto it for dear life, as she exploded on his lightning rod of a dick. “Eeeeeee!” she wailed as the cloudburst released a torrent of rain and bolts of white hot electricity sizzled from her core to her fingertips and toes. Her sphincter contracted with each flash of lightning, dragging Harvey into the maelstrom as well.

“Gaaaah!” he yelled, pumping a deluge of piping hot cum into his wife’s ass. The first load of cum that had ever been pumped into her ass, as it happens. As the hurricane subsided, Harvey pulled his rapidly shrinking penis out of Delilah’s ass and slapped it on her cheeks a few times as he watched her dilated asshole, the eye of the storm, pulsate and gradually shrink to its usual form. Zephyrus, the gentle wind of spring, had returned.

Delilah rolled off Niels, his cum dribbling out of her stretched-out pussy onto his leg as she lay back on the blanket and blew out a huge breath.

Harvey broke the silence. “Did everyone have a good time?”

“Fantastic,” Delilah giggled.

“Ja, fantastisk,” Niels agreed, playing up his Danish accent.

Delilah rolled back towards him and, propping herself up on one elbow, began licking the cum off his leg.

“This certainly was a wonderful way to send me off,” Niels observed.

“Mmm, yes, wonderful,” Delilah mumbled.

“Anything for a friend,” Harvey added with a chuckle.

Delilah finished her ablutions and turned to her husband. “Harvey, how much cum do you think you shot into my ass?”

“A lot.”

“Mmm, it feels like a lot. I think I need to go use the lavatory before there’s a problem.”

“Mrs.— Delilah,” Niels broke in. He motioned for her to sit up. “I would like for you to sit on my face.”

Delilah’s jaw dropped and she flashed a conspiratorial glance at Harvey. See what you’ve started? She straddled Niels’ head, with her feet at his ears and her knees at his sides. Leaning forward so that her heavy breasts dangled against his stomach, she took his limp dick in her mouth and began licking it clean of their mingled juices.

Niels began to lick her swollen pussy, then worked his way up to her magnificent white ass. He tongued her tender asshole and Delilah moaned. Finally relaxing, she let the cum leak out and Niels lapped it up as it ran down towards her labia.

“Tak for mad,” Niels said when he had finished.

“And what does that mean?” Delilah asked suspiciously.

“It means ‘thanks for the food’,” Niels chuckled. “In Denmark, it is very bad manners to get up from the table without saying this.”

“Well then, tek for mel,” Delilah said politely. And then—

“Mercy me, are you getting hard again?” she exclaimed incredulously. Niels’ dick was flopping and beginning to grow again.

“I have not been with a woman since I came to America, ten months ago,” Niels admitted.

“Oh, you poor dear!” Delilah giggled. “Harvey, you should have invited Niels ages ago.” Adopting a serious tone, she continued. “Niels, I’m going to drain your balls until they’re drier than Wayne Wheeler on a Sunday,” and began licking his dick with purpose.

Niels looked confused, and Harvey began to explain. “Wayne Wheeler leads the Anti-Saloon League— Never mind. Let’s say she’s going to drain your balls drier than last year’s rye bread.”

Niels nodded that he understood, as best he could with Delilah’s prodigious ass still in his face. He signaled Harvey and pointed to the charcuterie table. “Pølse,” he whispered. “Er, wurst.”

Sausage. Harvey picked up the hard sausage, which was a bit thicker than Niels’ dick, and handed it over with a grin. “Darling, Niels is going to feed you some sausage.”

“He already i— Oh!” Delilah began to reply until she felt the rounded end of the sausage rubbing against her pussy.

Niels plunged the fat sausage into Delilah’s cunt and rammed it in and out as she squealed around the stiff cock stuffed in her mouth.

The sight of his wife sucking Niels’ big cock while getting fucked by an even bigger sausage had roused Harvey’s dick from its slumber. “Darling, I’m going to fuck you in the ass again.”

“Mmmpf!” was all Delilah could manage to say, but she wiggled her bottom in response. Niels pulled the sausage out and licked her nub lightly.

Harvey applied the olive oil once more, trying to avoid dripping any on Niels’ face. He pressed the head of his now-raging erection against Delilah’s pink rosebud and sank it in, much more easily than the first time.

“Mmmmpf!” Delilah commented, bobbing her head vigorously on Niels’ rock-hard cock. Niels eased the sausage back into her dripping pussy and resumed pounding away while continuing to lick her swollen clit.

“Mmmmmpf!” Delilah said one more time, now pistoning her head in double time. The hot excitement of sucking a big, thick cock while having her pussy and asshole stretched and pounded finally boiled over, and her orgasm exploded in waves. Harvey slammed into her clenched anus once, twice, thrice and then groaned while dumping his second load of cum into his wife’s colon. Niels pressed his mouth against Delilah’s clit and, with an “Mmmmmpf!” of his own, began bucking his hips and filling her warm mouth with his final load of hot sperm, which she greedily swallowed.

As Niels slipped the glistening sausage out of Delilah’s cunt, Harvey lay down on his back and tapped her on the thigh. Delilah gave an exaggerated sigh and climbed off Niels and positioned her ravaged asshole over Harvey’s face. “Thar she blows!” she announced as she farted the gunky cum out of her ass for her husband to lick up.

Rolling over onto the blanket once more, Delilah asked in a hazy voice “Is everyone spent?”

Ja, I believe you did indeed drain me dry.”

“Same here.”

“Niels, that was wonderful, again,” Delilah complimented him. “If you get lonely on the sea voyage back to Denmark, I hope that the memory of our time together will cheer you up.”

“Oh, most certainly, it will.”

“We can send you with some food as well,” Harvey offered. “I’ll wrap up that sausage for you,” he added with a wink.

“Tak for mad!” Niels laughed.

The three of them gathered their clothes and took turns in the lavatory freshening up, Delilah first, for obvious reasons, and then Niels offered to let Harvey go next. While Niels was in the lavatory, Harvey picked up the blanket and brought it into the bedroom to put it with the soiled laundry for Margaret to take care of the next day. Delilah was sitting in front of her mirror reapplying her lipstick.

“Somebody really ought to invent a lipstick that doesn’t need to be freshened a dozen times a day,” she sighed.

“Well, not everyone sucks a dozen dicks in a day,” Harvey teased.

“Oh, Harvey, you’re terrible!” Delilah laughed.

“I’ll start cleaning up the charcuterie,” Harvey said as he headed for the door.

He could hear Delilah giggling and talking to herself as he walked down the hallway. “Can you imagine? A dozen dicks in one day? Mercy me!”

But of course Harvey could imagine someone sucking a dozen dicks in a day, hell, a dozen dicks in an hour. Julia, he thought wistfully, my Maid of the Mist. As he entered the parlor—

“Julia!” he blurted, seeing her and Daphne perched on the couch.

“Hiya, Mr. D.!” Julia was all smiles.

“Hello, Father,” Daphne greeted him. “Jules and I went to see that show everyone’s been talking about, Bunk of 1926, but it got shut down by the cops and everyone had to leave early!”

“H-Hello, Daphne. Shut down by the police? Is everything all right?”

“Oh, sure. But the lead actress Beryl Halley was arrested for indecent exposure.”

Julia cut in with a giggle. “She was playing Eve and handing out apples to the audience, wearing nothing but a fig leaf and a ridiculously long wig.”

Daphne continued the narrative. “The cops hauled her out and then they turned up the house lights and told everyone to beat it.”

Harvey the economist spoke up. “You know, girls, it could have been a publicity stunt.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Oh, yes. If a show like that is losing money, the producers will create a scandal to generate headlines in the papers. Do you happen to know how long Miss— what was her name, Halle Berry?”

“Beryl Halley.”

“Do you know how long Miss Halley had been part of the show?”

“There was a playbill,” Daphne recalled. “It said something like ‘Now featuring Ziegfeld Girl Beryl Halley’.”

“So-called America’s Most Perfect Beauty,” Julia sneered.

“I’m sure that she’s nothing compared to you two beauties,” Harvey offered, suspecting that Julia wanted to play the dangerous game of secretly flirting with her best friend’s father right under her best friend’s nose.

Julia batted her eyelashes theatrically. Why, Mister Davenport, I do declare!

“So this is how I see it,” Harvey continued his economics lesson. “They hired a big name to try to sell more tickets, then when that didn’t work, they cooked up this police raid to make a splash in the papers. And of course, it had to be something scandalous but not actually dangerous. An almost naked young woman is a surefire way to get people’s attention.”

Julia arched one eyebrow at Harvey. Oh, an almost naked young woman would get your attention, would it?

“They probably had a mink coat and a gin rickey waiting for her in the paddy wagon,” Daphne huffed.

“In the what?” Julia asked with a cool air of Irish menace.

“In the… police truck.” Daphne stammered. “That they hauled her away in. But they probably took her to the Ritz. Because it was all for publicity.”

“I’m just kidding, Daph!” Julia laughed, slapping Daphne’s knee. “I’m sorry, but I had to.”

“Because after all,” Harvey concluded, “she’s an actress. Acting is what she gets paid to do. So if they offer to pay her more to do a little extra, why not?”

Julia glanced down at her cleavage, then used her patented sultry look on Harvey. Pay her more to do a little extra, you say?

At this moment, Delilah entered the parlor. “Oh, girls! We didn’t expect you home until much later.”

“Hiya, Mrs. D.,” Julia chirped, maintaining eye contact with Harvey for a beat longer than necessary. “Yeah, the show got canceled at intermission.”

“I hope we aren’t interrupting anything, Mother,” Daphne said as she eyed the three shot glasses near the charcuterie board. She cast her eye around the room looking for telltale signs of a tryst—bloomers under the couch, wet spots on the seat cushions, champagne flutes full of semen—but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

“Your father’s colleague Niels Sørensen is returning to Denmark soon, and we invited him over for some drinks and light nibbles,” Delilah explained.

Daphne snorted. “I don’t doubt it. I’m sure you all had plenty of drinks and light nibbles!”

“What’s this about light nipples?” Niels asked as he entered the room.

Daphne cackled and slapped Julia’s thigh.

“Ow, jeez!” Julia yelped and rubbed her leg.

“Nibbles, Niels, nibbles,” Delilah said with the air of a martyr. “Small snacks. Cheese and crackers—”

“Ooh, and sausage!” Daphne exclaimed. “I’m famished; we had to skip supper to get to the Broadhurst before they raised the curtain.” She made a move for the nibbles but her mother blocked her path and steered her to the door.

“Honey, if you’re famished, let’s go to the kitchen and get you something more than this.”

“All right, Mother,” Daphne assented. “Maybe there are some of Margaret’s deviled eggs in the icebox.”

Harvey cleared his throat. “Niels, this my daughter Daphne and her good friend Julia.”

Niels dipped his head in greeting. “So nice to meet you ladies. However, I should be going now.” He turned to Delilah. “A thousand thanks for your hospitality. Tusind tak, as we say in Denmark.”

“Here, Niels, if you help us bring this food into the kitchen before you go, we can pack up the cheese and sausage for you to take on your trip.”

“Tusind tak.” Niels grinned.

Delilah, Daphne, and Niels gathered up the light nibbles and made for the kitchen, leaving Julia sitting on the couch and Harvey seated across from her.

“So, Mr. D…”

“Yes, Misty?”

Julia beamed. “You remembered!”

“Julia,” Harvey lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “Of course I remembered. I think about you every day.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Harvey’s heart was hammering in his chest and his voice was reduced to gravel. “I think about your pussy every time I sharpen a pencil. And I find myself sharpening a lot of pencils these days.”

“You’re sweet on me, huh?”

“I think about your cute little tits all the time. I thought maybe they were the size of navel oranges, but now that I see them again, I think they’re more like grapefruits.”

Julia gave him a puzzled look. Is that a compliment, or…?

“I’ve been researching citrus fruit for work,” Harvey explained quickly. “But now whenever I read about oranges, I think about your perfect tits… and the bright orange hair cascading down your back and framing your gorgeous face… and your bright orange hair… down there…”

“Jesus, Mr. D., you’ve got it bad!” Julia laughed, a little too loudly. She looked around and lowered her voice. “But that’s okay, because I’ve got it bad for you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She stood up, walked over to Harvey’s chair, took his hand and made him stand facing her. She placed one hand on his chest and the other behind his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They kissed tenderly for a few seconds, then Julia broke it off, a smoldering fire in her eyes. “And maybe you didn’t know, but…” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. 

“...Daphne invited me to sleep over tonight.”

 

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Okay, I have been racing through this saga, enjoying it so much that I haven't stopped to comment, and that is a shame, because this is amazing stuff.

Chet, you do an incredible job of setting the scene, and your commitment to historical accuracy is amazing. I also love your attention to detail when it comes to describing your characters (and how consistent it remains from one chapter to the next).

And the sex....whew!!! Every generation likes to think that they invented sex...but I have no doubt that folks in the Roaring 20s engaged in things like rimming and tit fucking, gang bangs, creampie eating and more...because I strongly suspect that people did the same things throughout the ages! The level of detail you provide, and the nature of much of what your characters do is an incredible combination. I can't wait to read more.

BEST COMMENT EVER

The hottest chapter yet. Great series.

Author's note that wasn't worthy of being in the official author's notes:
The details about "Bunk of 1926" and the likely publicity stunt starring Beryl Halley really happened, placing this scene on the night of Monday, May 10, 1926. The police actually waited until the show ended (perhaps because Governor Al Smith and his family were in attendance) but because the show started at 8:30 PM I decided to get Daphne & Julia out of there at intermission instead. See my Media for a newspaper clipping.