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Subject: {ASSM} Barbershop Harmony (MF, MF, rom, cheat, caution)
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Barbershop Harmony (MF, MF, rom, cheat, caution)
by callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
copyright (C) 2002 by the author

***** Author's Note *****

This story is sexual in nature.

If you don't like sex stories, or are under age 18, you should head on
down the road and find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
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Enjoy the show.

******

BARBERSHOP HARMONY by callipigiman

They say that all who love are blind
And I'm not one to disagree...
For more and more, each day I find
Love has made a fool of me
  (Foolish, foolish me...)
       --Each Time I Fall in Love, S. Grundy

As usual, the applause was intoxicating, and this year it was
especially strong because Cal Morton's quartet had sung their hearts
out. As he and the three other men who made up "Lazy River" left the
stage, the crowd of barbershoppers, family, and fans were still on
their feet, stomping and cheering the fantastic performance of "Ain't
Misbehavin" the four singers had just delivered.

Cal's wife Eileen was waiting at the foot of the stairs, where she
always stood when they came offstage. The pretty, petite blonde threw
her arms around her husband and kissed him firmly before hugging Jeff,
Kevin, and Jaleel, the other members of the quartet.

"You guys were FANTASTIC!" she enthused as they went on down the
stairs to the photo shoot in the basement of the theater. "I've never
heard you guys sing so well! God, it was exciting!" She hung on Cal's
arm, her eyes bright. They all noticed the way her tongue wet her
lips, and the way she rubbed against her husband.

"Jesus, Eileen," laughed  redheaded Jeff, the group's tenor. "You
sound damn near orgasmic! You turning into a barber-slut?" The four
men laughed as the pretty young woman blushed. The she ran her hand
playfully down Jeff's arm and pinched.

"Noooo, you big meanie, it's just that you were all really ON tonight,
every chord rang, and everybody could feel how much you were into it.
Ok, it was nearly a sexual excitement!"

"There's something you don't hear a lot of," Cal laughed, "Sex and
barbershop in the same breath!"

Which was true. Barbershop singing had that "old-fashioned"
reputation. It was family-oriented entertainment, thus nothing in the
way of sexual content or even innuendo was allowed to sully the purity
of the art form. Of course anyone with eyes in their head could see
that the explosion of young men and quartets into the hobby, and the
ever-present barbershop groupies, would lead to an undercurrent of
sexuality that none of the old school would want to acknowledge. No
one talked about it, but it was there.

Eileen kissed her husband again and whispered in his ear just before
the photographer lined the guys up for their official photo. She ran
her fingers through his thinning auburn hair as well, and licked her
lips naughtily. Cal's eyes were wide with delight when the flash went
off, and for years after Eileen would treasure that shot for both his
bulging eyes and his clearly bulging crotch.

"Whatever she told you seems to have had an effect," Jaleel chuckled
as they made their way up to the auditorium afterwards. The tall black
bass glanced at his friend's wife and said conspiratorially, "You know
she is looking real good tonight. You've got her all warmed up, you
smooth bastard, you!"

Eileen giggled and pulled Jaleel into an embrace and kissed him
firmly. "You flatterer," she said, squeezing his cheek before breaking
away. He looked stunned, then smiled broadly.

"Who says there is no sex in barbershop?" asked heavyset  Kevin. "Cal
is getting some tonight, you bet!"

Eileen turned to the bearded baritone and stuck out her tongue. "I'm
not a barberslut for everyone you know, just for the winner, my sweet
sexy hubby, the best lead in the entire Lincolnland District! But I
guess you deserve a reward too." She brushed up against him and
whispered in his ear, and Kevin gasped. Then she licked it lightly,
giggling as she went back to Cal's side. "So does that make me a
barberslut, or what?"

They all laughed. The notion of demure Eileen Morton as a "barberslut"
was amusing. Those were the female groupies that hung around the
rising stars of the barbershop scene and, though many wanted to deny
it, offered their favors to the men who could lock and ring chords
like nobody's business. Some of the stories told about them were wild
in the extreme. Eileen was definitely not one of them, in spite of her
teasing words, not even for her husband.

She was a good-looking woman, with her petite frame and well-rounded
figure. But Eileen Morton always dressed conservatively, always acted
in the most proper and reserved fashion, and always seemed, to those
who did not know her, to be the quintessential ice-princess. She was
not what anyone would consider a "barberslut".

Tonight was different though. Cal could feel it in the way she held
his arm and pressed against him as they waited for the quartet that
had followed them to finish their set. He could see it in the way her
eyes glowed as she looked up at him and in the moistness of her lips
and the way she was breathing. Something had set her off, and if
excellent singing was what tripped her trigger then by god he was
going to do his damnedest to always sing his best.

"You guys go on in, okay?" he told his partners. "I want to talk to
Eileen for a minute." They nodded, grinning, figuring that they would
not be seeing Cal anymore until they made the rounds of the
hospitality rooms after the first contest session was over. A burst of
applause signaled that the quartet onstage was done, the doors opened,
and they went in as Cal drew his wife aside.

"What's got into you, honey? I've never seen you so flirtatious!" Cal
looked into his wife's eyes and her smile was vibrant and stimulating.

"Cal, I really don't know for sure, I'm just, well..." Her voice trailed
off, and then she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, pulling his
head down to hungrily press her lips to his. To his utter shock, her
other hand slid down the front of his vest and over his pants to
squeeze his cock. She broke the kiss to whisper, "You sang so well,
and god, I think you have a chance to win this year, and I just got so
excited and frisky and then downstairs I wanted to make you hard so I
told you I was going to fuck your brains out tonight and you'd better
get me back to the hotel room before midnight so I could be your very
first barberslut!"

"First and only, baby," Cal moaned softly against her ear. "But this
isn't the place for it. Let's go over to the hotel now." He was
surprised when she pulled away.

"Oh no, we can't! We have to see the rest of your competition, and I
want to hear when they announce you in the top ten! God, that will
REALLY get me going, lover!" Cal was a bit disappointed, but his
usually reserved wife's excitement and her whispered promises of
action he normally did not get to enjoy made him grip her hand tightly
and head for the auditorium.

They slid into empty seats next to the rest of "Lazy River", all three
of whom looked at the couple with knowing grins. Eileen flushed and
gave them a dirty look, a little embarrassed that she had loosened up
quite so much in front of her husband's friends. She pointedly sat on
the outside of the row, opposite the guys, and ignored them for the
rest of the evening.

"Well, now she's gone all cool and haughty again," Kevin whispered to
Cal. Her husband grinned.

"She's not cool, believe me," he replied in a hushed voice, and Kevin
could see his hand resting on her leg. "I bet she just is a little
ashamed that she was acting like such a bimbo in front of you guys.
Anyway, you were right." Cal smiled the smile of the winner at the
finish line, and turned to watch the next quartet.

The next two groups were no competition for "Lazy River". They were
serviceable enough, and the men clearly enjoyed what they were doing
but they did not have that lock, that ring, that energy that makes a
classic barbershop performance. Cal dismissed them as any challenge to
his quartet's domination of the contest.

Then the emcee announced the night's final competitor. "Representing
the Southcreek Chapter, Winner's Circle!"

Cal knew all four members of the quartet, and knew that they were
very, very good. Here was the single group most likely to defeat "Lazy
River" and take both the district trophy and the nomination to compete
in the international competition that summer.

Cal winced and sighed as they sang. They were even better than good,
and they were "on" tonight. Then he became aware that Eileen was
gripping his hand very tightly.

Turning to look at his wife, he saw that same bright-eyed look, the
same moist lips, and the same tenseness in her body that she had
displayed after his own performance. He watched her surreptitiously
for the remainder of "Winner's Circle's" first song, and was surprised
to see her shifting in her seat, as if she was rubbing her thighs
together. She sighed softly when they finished, her tongue sneaking
out to lick her lips in a most appreciative gesture. She wasn't the
first to leap to her feet and applaud, but she was pretty damn close,
and Cal frowned at her.

Eileen blushed at her husband's disapproval, and quickly leaned over
to him and kissed him gently. "Sorry sweetie," she whispered, "They
were pretty good, and I find I am really coming to appreciate good
performances." She was quiet a moment, looking up at him, then she
added, almost as an afterthought, "You guys were better, really."

She was more circumspect during the second song, but Cal still caught
her staring open-mouthed at Tony, the lead. The quality of his voice
was high, bright, and clear, and a marked contrast to Cal's own
deeper, darker tone. Tony also had a stage presence that was a bit
more arresting than his own, Cal admitted, and if the truth were told,
was a better looking guy too.

Eileen caught Cal watching her and looked him straight in the eye, a
bit challenging. He grinned sardonically, looked pointedly at Tony,
then back to her. She shrugged. Her look said "We'll talk about this
later." They had to, because "Winner's Circle" had reached the end of
its second tune, a rousing rendition of Dave Wright's "Love Eyes
Medley". And the crowd went wild, shouting, cheering, stomping, and it
was just a little bit more enthusiastic than when "Lazy River" had
performed.

After that it was all anti-climax. The judges' report of the top ten
was made, and not surprisingly, "Winner's Circle" and "Lazy River"
made the cut. As they left the hall a bit later, the talk was about
the expected fiery competition for the crown and bragging rights
between the two quartets.

Cal felt unsure throughout the evening: unsure of his quartet's
ability to top the other group, unsure of his wife's newfound desires,
unsure of what her excitement at both his and the other quartet's
performances meant. Though he had intended to get her back to the
hotel room for a quick fuck after the contest (and he thought she had
wanted that too), she would not follow his lead.

She stood around in the lobby chatting with other wives and
barbershoppers, until "Winning Circle" came up the stairs from the
basement. Eileen was one of the first in line to congratulate the
members of the quartet, and Cal watched as she paid particular
attention to Tony, taking his hand, smiling in the winning way she had
when she was pleased, speaking softly to him, and clearly pleased at
his response to her. She even pressed close against him and kissed his
cheek, and Cal screwed up his face in irritation as he saw the other
lead drop his hand and grab a feel of Eileen's well-rounded ass. She
jumped back and waggled a finger at him, but she was laughing as she
did so.

When she finally returned to Cal and they were crossing the street
back to the hotel, he looked at her sidelong. "Well, you sure seemed
to find the competition interesting," he said a little sourly.

She glanced up at him, surprise on her face. "What? I just thought
they sang really well and wanted to congratulate them. What's wrong
with that?"

"You spent the whole time they were singing staring at Tony Quinones,
and when you went over to them afterwards, you sure were hanging on
his every word, not to mention his arm. And you let him grope you
too." Eileen stopped and Cal had to catch himself in order not to walk
on past her.

"Cal Morton, I think you are jealous!" And she laughed, not the
affectionate tinkle that made him smile because he could hear her love
in it, but the harder, ice-princess snicker that meant he had said or
done something she found inexpressibly stupid. "For your information,
yes, I think they sang very well, well enough to beat you in the
finals. I don't want that to happen, because I want `Lazy River' to
win. So yes, I hung on their singing and I hung on his arm, and I told
him not to touch me like that again, AND I found out what they are
singing tomorrow night so you can have a bit of an advantage going
in."

Cal stared at his sweet, pretty, and thoroughly Machiavellian wife.
"Why you sneaky little vixen," he chuckled. "You're a regular Mata
Hari." They walked on for a moment before Cal continued. "You had me
worried there."

"Worried about what?" she asked, sliding her arm through his and
pressing her sexy form against him. "That I had the hots for another
man? Maybe I do, but there's only one man for me, and that's you!
Besides, that Tony is an arrogant prick. He treated me like I was some
kind of whore, so even if I was attracted, that ended when he couldn't
be bothered to treat me like a lady and started feeling up my ass."

"Well, that's what barbersluts have to expect, babe," Cal laughed,
leading his wife toward the elevators. She pouted prettily.

"I told you, I'm not a barberslut, except for you." But Cal thought he
heard something more in her voice.

"I don't know, your sneaky way of getting information could be a
qualifier for barberslut status, fawning all over the guy, even
kissing his cheek, letting him grope you, and all just to find out
what they were singing tomorrow. God knows, I'd give just about
anything to be able to beat them tomorrow!"

Eileen looked at Cal, her eyes veiled and calculating. "Really?
Anything at all?"

"Well, I wouldn't want anyone hurt, but most anything else, yes. Why?
You got some ideas on backstage sabotage?" He was chuckling, he didn't
mean it. But Eileen persisted.

"You want to win that badly, love? You know not winning at one thing
doesn't mean you are a loser at something else. And vice versa. And
sometimes one can fixate so much on winning one thing that they lose
another."

"I want to win, that's all. If you have some secret plan to help, go
for it. I mean, as long as you're not going to knock somebody off."
Eileen stared at him for a moment.

"And if I have a really good time doing it, is that ok with you, Cal?
If I really enjoy it, as long as it helps you win, that would be all
right with you?" Her eyes were glistening brightly, excitedly, again.

"What do you want to do, get some barberslut to screw his brains out
so he can't sing? Now THAT would be funny as hell!" Cal laughed,
oblivious to her excitement.

"Whatever," Eileen said, frowning as her husband refused to respond to
her probing. "I was just thinking out loud. I'm sure you'd rather win
fair and square. Come on, let's go to our room, I want you bad,
honey." But Cal shook his head and held her back.

"We can't, I have to get the other guys and make the rounds of the
hospitality rooms," he reminded. Eileen growled in frustration.

"Well damn it all anyway, I want to fuck my husband." Her laugh was
charming and, somehow, erotic.

Cal smiled. "I want to fuck my wife too, but it will just have to
wait."

Up on her toes again, Eileen kissed him, and once more fondled his
cock through his pants. "Think about your music then, beloved, make
all the men sit up and take notice when you sing, and make all the
women hot for you, and we'll have some fun time after, okay?"

 "I don't know what's got into you, babe, but I want to take
advantage, you know what I mean? I've never seen you like this. You've
got a definite date!"

As they proceeded into the elevator, Eileen saw Tony across the lobby,
and smiled slyly to herself.

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I thought that we had found the golden ring
That we would taste the joy love brings...
  --Why Do I Miss You So, unpublished barbershop song, K. Payne

It wasn't until some hours later that Cal and Eileen got to their room
in the convention hotel. Cal was tired and a bit raspy, "Lazy River"
having sung through their entire repertoire of tunes for appreciative
fans of barbershop in a long line of hospitality rooms. He flopped
down on the bed and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Eileen smiled and went to the small refrigerator-bar and bought a
ginger ale, which she poured into a glass over ice and added just a
touch of alcohol. She brought it to him, and then ran her hand over
his chest. She was also tired, but when Cal opened his eyes he was
surprised that she still had that fiery gleam in her eyes. Wow, he
thought, she's maintained that desire since we finished the first
round of the contest!

"Uh, Eileen, babe, you look like you could use something to eat," Cal
offered, willing his tiredness away as he gazed at his wife standing
there beside him. She licked her lips slowly and her grin was, if
anything, that of the tiger about to spring on its prey.

"I could," she said huskily, "but you lay there, enjoy your drink, be
comfortable and rest your voice. I'm going to change." She grabbed her
bag from the floor by the bed and went into the bathroom. Cal could
hear her humming her favorite songs amidst the noises of running
water, clinking glass and metal, and rustling fabric. The mix of
sounds, and her occasional wicked chuckle, had his blood flowing
freely.

He got up and slipped out of his performance costume. Knowing that he
was well down the road of hot and sweaty after hours of singing, he
padded over and got his deodorant from his shaving kit. After a
moment's thought, he also pulled out the bath powder and gave himself
a quick once over. He didn't think there would be time for a shower,
not with Eileen looking so determined.

Slipping into the silk dressing robe Eileen had gotten for him last
Christmas; Cal lay back on the bed and waited. He was not
disappointed.

His wife stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. In
the low glow of the bedside lamp, she looked--exotic, wild, and
distinctly erotic. Her long blonde hair was tousled, and she had
touched up her makeup just a little, so her blue eyes seemed to
sparkle even more and the flush in her cheeks was enhanced
delightfully.

She was wearing sheer antique-white stockings that made her legs
appear as pillars of finest marble. They were attached to a creamy
white bodice that enhanced her already narrow waist, making her appear
that epitome of femininity: 36-24-36. Her breasts, large C cups, were
lifted high by the bustier and the tips of the pale, milky globes were
exposed. Large pink nipples stood erect in the cool air of the bedroom

She also wore a very slender pair of panties, the gusset of which did
little to cover her sweet pink mound. In fact, Cal was shocked to see
that the fairly thick golden hair she had once sported between her
legs was gone, at least from what he could see in the semi-darkness.
He felt his already stiffening cock grow even harder at the sight of
his wife's now hairless sex.

"My god, Eileen," he said hoarsely, "You shaved?" She smiled in the
dim light and climbed onto the bed, turning a bit to show him her
beautiful, well-rounded ass. He moaned softly at the sight. The firm
cheeks were divided only by the narrow thread of her thong nestling
deep in the valley between them. Cal felt a pang of jealousy for the
fabric and reached down to slide his hands over her bottom.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice," Eileen whispered as he touched her, and she
shimmied up beside him and bent over, bringing her lips to his and
kissing passionately. For a moment they lost themselves in the heat
and desire of the kiss, then she was thrusting her tongue into his
mouth, lost in her lust. He responded in kind, twining his own tongue
with hers, their lips grinding against each other's, their hands
slipping under robe and lingerie to touch bare flesh, to caress, to
stroke.

Eileen raised her head and the moonlight spilling in the window
splashed across her face and shoulders. Cal sat up just a bit and
captured one of her swollen pink nipples between his lips and began to
suck firmly on it. This was one of her favorite things and she
responded with a low, fierce purring and her own hands fumbling at his
robe, reaching inside to slip hotly around his throbbing shaft.

Without pulling her breast from her husband's suckling mouth, she
pulled the drawstrings of her thong and let it fall away. Her other
hand, awkward as the position was, began to stroke Cal's large
erection, and he moaned around her nipple, and bit it lightly. She
squealed and pushed him away, laughing softly. "Naughty! No biting!"
Then she lifted up and exposed her bare mound to him, and he gasped in
surprise. She had trimmed off every bit of hair except for the letters
LR in her soft golden fur just above the pinkness of her clitoris.

"Jesus Joseph Mary!" Cal whistled. "I don't know what's got you in its
grip, but I hope it never goes away! Too bad the other guys will never
see the honor you've given our quartet." He slid quickly down the bed
under her straddling thighs and placed a firm kiss on the little
letters, followed by a quick swipe of his tongue over Eileen's wet
heated pinkness.

"Oh yessssss, Cal," she moaned, and her fingers slipped into his hair,
holding his face against her sex as she began to ride his tongue,
enjoying the sensation of him plunging deep inside her.

His hands once again found her cheeks and squeezed, rubbing and
plumping and teasing over the firm, hot flesh. He pushed his fingers
into the deep cleft and ran them up and down, tickling across her
rosebud and delighting in her squirming and moaning atop him.

A few minutes of this double pleasure was all Eileen could bear, and
she suddenly pushed his face away from her puffy sensitive lips and
slid down his body. Without preamble she gripped his cock, which she
had been stroking for the long minutes his tongue drove into her. 
Notching it against her steamy sex, she thrust herself down, impaling
herself with a delighted moan and settling until he was completely
inside her.

She looked down at him then and smiled. "I love you, Cal Morton," she
said softly and began to move on him, gripping him like a velvet
glove, her muscles milking him for the stuff of life that was seething
inside him.

Cal for his part ran his hands over his wife's soft skin, gently
massaging as he arched his back, thrusting up to meet her riding down.
Both of them were beginning to moan with the heat of their passion,
and Cal could not resist sitting up just enough to once again capture
a nipple between his lips. His bite this time did not draw a
remonstrance; instead it brought a delighted cry and his wife's hands
on his head, pressing his face to her lovely breasts.

Cal knew he could not hold off much longer. The pleasure that had
begun around his crotch had spread like wildfire throughout his body.
Even his lips tingled with lust as they suckled on her pretty pink
nipple. He knew that she must be feeling much the same. Her moans told
him that much, and her fleeting whispers.

"Oh god yes, lover, fill me, take me, that's sooo gooood!" She had
never been particularly verbal during sex, and her new volubility was
as wondrous a surprise as her flirtatious manner earlier, her newly
shaven sex, and the way she had been acting all evening. But this was
no time to wonder about those things, it was a time to take charge and
give his all for his wife's delight.

Gripping her hips, Cal began to thrust furiously upward. Eileen
screamed out her shocked joy at his sudden aggression, and her thighs
closed more tightly around him. "Yes yes yes yes yes yessssssss," she
hissed and suddenly began to spasm atop him. "Oh gaawwdddd,
beloveeeeed, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" She was tossing her head back and
her keening was driving him wild, at least as wild as the intense
muscular contractions now shooting through her sex.

It didn't take long for Cal to groan his way to a passionate explosion
as well, his thick, hot cream filling his wife, jetting deep inside.
Eileen began to wail again as another orgasm shook her body, the
sensations of her husband's seed boiling through his shaft and into
her depths driving her over the precipice once more.

The joyous husband and blissful wife slowly wound down from the
concentrated force of their desire, and she slowly collapsed into his
arms, tracing her fingers over his chest as they lay together, their
perspiration drying in the cool air.

Within a few minutes, Cal could hear Eileen's steady breathing, and he
cautiously sat up, looking down at this wild woman whom he hardly
recognized. Whatever had set her off, he hoped it didn't go away any
time soon. There was nothing wrong, per se, with their sex life, but
this sudden burst of lustful energy was a dream come true, and he
wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

He gently laid his hand on Eileen's breast and caressed it gently. She
mumbled a little in her sleep and turned her back to him, so he
regretfully let the soft mound go.

What the hell was up with her? Suddenly she was so turned on by his
quartet's success and the music they were singing. And she was
noticing other men too, a big surprise, since she had never paid
attention to anyone else before tonight, especially Tony Quinones.

Cal suddenly remembered something that had vaguely registered when
"Lazy River" had been singing in the contest judges' hospitality room.
"Winner's Circle" had come in behind them and were waiting their turn
to sing, standing along the back wall. Cal had noticed Eileen work her
way across to where Tony stood, and stand with her back to him
throughout LR's five-song set. He couldn't give it a lot of attention
because it was necessary to concentrate on the music he was
presenting, but he recalled that at one point he had been surprised to
see her gyrating her hips, apparently pressed right up against the
other quartet's lead!

Cal felt suddenly cold, and looked down at his wife. She had been
openly flirting, no, sexually coming on to Tony! He was sure of it,
and that explained everything else she had been doing today. In fact,
thinking back over the last year, he recalled her commenting on what a
sexy guy Tony was at the barbershop shows they had been to.

He suddenly didn't want to sleep with Eileen. He spent the night
sitting up in a chair across the room, staring at a woman he wasn't
sure he knew anymore.

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Who'll take my place in your heart when I'm gone?
Who'll know the bliss of your kiss from then on?
...Who'll take my place in your wonderful arms?
Who will embrace all your wonderful charms?
  --Who'll Take My Place, arr. J. Clancy

Eileen woke horny, and she sat up, surprised to find Cal seated across
the room, asleep. She went to him, tried to pull him close, even
slipped to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth,
but he pushed her away. She was hurt, and confused.

Cal didn't say much at breakfast, and Eileen was curious why he had
gotten out of bed and slept in the chair. His lame excuse that he
couldn't sleep and wanted to study his music just wasn't the truth,
but she could pry nothing more out of him. She wanted to push a little
harder, but after his rejection of her sexual advances, he seemed to
be closed off for the moment. She unwillingly decided he was just
trying to preserve his voice and get his mind into gear for the
afternoon quartet finals.

"Love, I'm going to go downtown and maybe do some shopping," she said,
brushing his forehead with a kiss as he sat staring at his music. Her
eyes dropped to the page and she looked up in surprise. "You guys
planning to sing that one?"

Cal nodded gruffly. "Yes, it's one we do well, and it is rarely done
in contest anymore." He pulled some other music over. "Besides
`Falling in Love', we're planning on "Once upon a Time' and `So Long,
Sally'. If we win, we'll do `Ain't Misbehavin' again."

"Three ballads? Shouldn't you do an up tune?" Eileen was mystified
with the change in music. She had expected them to swap out at least
one song when they learned what "Winner's Circle" was singing, but all
three? And three songs in the same genre?

"We don't WANT to do an up tune," Cal said harshly. "We want to make
all the ladies cry, and all the men hug their wives and girlfriends
close and remember what they share. Even the barbersluts."

Eileen recoiled from the vehemence in his voice, and her eyes grew
cool, an icy-blue that usually warned Cal he was treading on very thin
ice. "I don't know what's bothering you, Cal, but you'd better work it
out before you sing this afternoon, or you won't win. I'm going
shopping. I'll see you when you sing." She turned and walked away,
inwardly fuming at her husband's odd behavior.

*  *  *

Her morning in the shopping meccas of the city was not as enjoyable as
it could have been. Her husband's anger bothered her deeply, and while
she suspected that part of it was because she had been so
uncharacteristically coy last night, she didn't quite grasp why he
wouldn't tell her what was obviously hurting him so deeply.

She had just returned to the hotel and stepped into the elevator to go
up and change for the finals when four men entered the car with her.
Eileen turned to look up at the gray-haired handsomeness of Tony
Quinones, and the others in his quartet.

"Well, if it isn't the hot little barberslut," Tony laughed in a rich,
fruity voice that belied his sharp, energetic singing voice. He
reached down and slapped her on the ass.

Eileen jumped and stepped to the side of the elevator, frowning at
him. "Don't do that, Mr. Quinones, I asked you not to yesterday." She
looked him in the eye. "And I am not a barberslut."

"Whoa, little girl, flame off!" Tony laughed. He stepped close to her
and put a hand on her arm, stroking slowly, teasingly. "Don't play so
hard-to-get, you've made your intentions clear enough, right guys?"
The other members of "Winner's Circle" at least had the grace to look
mildly embarrassed by their lead's obnoxious behavior. "The way you
were grinding that fine butt against me last night, you're lucky I
didn't slip out of the room with you right then and fuck you silly!"

Eileen tried to summon up an angry retort, but she was stilled by the
sudden realization that her nipples had become very hard under her
blouse, and between her legs she felt spreading warmth. Good god, this
asshole was turning her on! She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

"I'm not interested in you, Mr. Quinones, not in the least," she said,
but she was aware her protest sounded rather weak.

"Sure you're not, babe," he laughed. "Tell you what, come back to my
room right now and I'll show you what I've got and you tell me then
that you're not interested!"

This brought a reaction from his quartet brothers. "Oh shit, Tony, not
NOW. We've got to get changed and get down to the warm up room for
god's sake. We have to sing in less than an hour." He rounded on them.

"Shut the fuck up. You go dress and warm up. I'll be along once I've
convinced this barberslut what she really wants." His hand was
gripping Eileen's arm firmly now, and she looked up at him with eyes
that were a cool, icy blue. "Don't be afraid, baby, you'll have a
great time, believe me!"

"Christ, Tony, you horny bastard," one of the guys said as the
elevator door opened. "At least hurry it up. If you're not there ready
to go before the quartet in front of us is onstage, we're walking."
They stormed down the hall to their room as Tony pulled Eileen along
behind him.

Eileen couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She should be
screaming and causing a fuss, but here she was following this arrogant
prick almost eagerly--and she could feel the heat and wetness growing
in her sex at his rough treatment. And in the back of her mind,
Machiavelli was making some very interesting propositions.

Tony unlocked his door and pushed her inside, following close behind,
his body warm against her backside. She moaned as she felt the very
large lump throbbing against her ass. She couldn't resist pushing back
against it, she was still so horny from the morning, and here was a
man she found at once both incredibly sexy and repugnantly
chauvinistic.

"Oh yeah, bitch, I knew you were a barberslut," Tony said as he slid
his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, catching the nipples
under the cloth of the blouse and her light bra and pinching hard.
Eileen gasped at the shock of pain, and then felt it sink to the level
of her tummy and dip into the swirling morass of the excitement rising
from her sex.

"Oh my god," she whimpered. Her hips were swiveling slowly, thrusting
her firm cheeks against the lump in Tony's pants, and he was laughing
as he fondled her. It felt so good; she wanted this bastard so much.

Turning suddenly, she pulled him close and kissed him lustfully, her
tongue thrusting into his mouth. When his tongue did likewise, she
sucked it, and ran her hands down his back to grasp his muscular ass.
He responded by grabbing the front of her blouse and tugging hard.
Buttons went flying, and the red silky fabric fell open to reveal
Eileen's frilly black bra, barely covering the aureole of her breasts.

Tony growled and bent his head, licking at the bared portions of her
pale mounds, his tongue working furiously over the heated flesh until
finally he caught the soft lace of the bra in his teeth and ripped it
aside. He stared at Eileen's large, erect nipples, glowing pinkly, and
squeezing her tits together with his hands, managed to get both hard
nubs into his mouth at the same time.

Eileen squealed with pleasure as she felt his mouth sucking hungrily
on her turgid nipples and pushed her hands into his pants, filling
them with his ass, squeezing them firmly.

"Damn, bitch," Tony growled as he raised his face from her now wet
breasts. "You are hungry for it, aren't you?"

Eileen pushed Tony away, and stood facing him, her hands on her hips.
"Shut up, Tony," she hissed. "You talk too goddamn much." With that
she pulled her blouse completely off and released the hook of her bra,
letting it float to the floor. Next she shimmied out of her skirt. A
glance at Tony showed him breathing heavily, and she smiled wickedly.
"Now what do you think of this?"

She turned her back to him and bent over just a bit, showing the
gorgeous round globes of her ass to him. A hand slipped back and
pulled her panties aside, showing the deep cleft and tiny rosebud as
it stretched the cheeks apart, as well as her smoothly shaved lips.
Eileen looked back over her shoulder and licked her lips as Tony
watched her. "Do you like what you see, stud? Am I a sexy barberslut?"

Tony's answer was to peel off his shirt and pull down his pants,
quickly followed by his bikini briefs. Eileen gasped as he was
revealed in all his glory. 11 inches of thick, pulsing cock jutted
from his hips, and she knew she was enslaved. Even Cal's lovely 7
inches could not compare with this piece of flesh. Her mind flashing
back to the morning when she had tried to pleasure Cal, she slipped to
her knees, lowered her head and slid her lips around Tony's hot,
throbbing cock.

*  *  *

"Are you sure about this, Cal?" Jaleel asked. The four members of
"Lazy River" had entered the backstage green room and were waiting for
another quartet to finish its three-song set. The bass verbalized the
question the others had been thinking ever since Cal announced they
were changing their song selection. "I mean, these are great tunes and
we do them well, but three really sad ballads?"

"You guys support me, I'll sell them. I have the heart for it today,
and we're on, more on than we were yesterday," Cal said firmly, almost
irritably.

"Something wrong, Cal?" Kevin queried. "Something happen with you and
Eileen?"

Applause outside the room signaled the end of previous competitors'
efforts, and the monitor opened the door to motion the four men out
into the wings. "No," Cal said huskily. "It doesn't matter. Let's just
sing. You pour it to me, I'll sell it."

The emcee was warming up the crowd with a few old chestnuts, but the
laughs and groans did not penetrate the ache in Cal's gut. He did not
feel "alive" until the drawling voice announced, "Representing the Big
Muddy Chapter, "Lazy River"!"

The fire of adrenalin pumped through Cal's veins, as well as those of
his cohorts as they stepped on to the stage to the heartfelt cheers of
an appreciative audience. As they swung into their first ballad, Cal's
eyes traveled to the seats at the lower left side of the hall, where
Eileen usually sat. He felt a stab of pain when he did not see her.

Cal grabbed the pain and wrestled into the depths where he could take
it, convert it, make it into energy that he would use to add impetus
to the song he was singing. She wasn't there to hear him, to share his
triumph, and his hurt poured into the song, making it vibrant with
real emotion.

  "It isn't like I planned it,
  My dreams have gone astray,
  I may not understand it,
  But I'll smile at her and say:
  So long, Sally...."

*  *  *

Adrenalin pumped through Eileen's body too as she pulled Tony down on
top of her sweaty, sex-hungry body. The feeling of this man's enormous
prick stuffing her mouth had awakened a deep lust inside her. There
was something to be said for a wild fuck, something primal and dark
and wonderful, and she wrapped her legs around Tony's ass.

"Oh god, Tony, fuck me, fuck me hard, that feels so good in my pussy,
give me more," she wailed, driving her hips up to meet his shaft
thrusting down. This was unlike almost any other sex she had enjoyed
in her life, and she did enjoy it. Tony was large, he was thick, he
stretched her in ways she had never imagined.

"Take it all, bitch, I knew you'd love my big cock, I'm the best
fucker in the barbershop world!" She looked up into Tony's face, and
it was screwed up into a rictus of agonizingly pleasure, and the look
in his eyes as he slammed his cock all the way up her pussy was one of
conquest.

Eileen rolled her eyes, but he didn't notice. She recalled how Cal
would drive her wild, how he would caress and stroke before easing in,
about how he felt inside her, more tender than the savage thrusts of
this egotistical moron, and certainly with more attention to things
other than pounding the hell out of her middle. "Bastard, all you have
going for you is size," she thought, "certainly not style!"

A glance over his shoulder told her it wasn't time to let him go yet.
Even so, the way Tony was fucking her had her well on the way to a
screaming, howling orgasm. She was not satisfied yet, and she intended
to get all the pleasure she could out of Tony's gorgeous cock until
the moment of final release came along.

It occurred to her that perhaps she never could be truly fulfilled
with someone other than her husband. "God forgive me, I want to try...I
am a barberslut." she thought to herself, a naughty smile playing
across her lips. "Among other things."

Eileen reached down and grasped Tony's cock as it slid wetly from her
hole. She looked up into his eyes and gave a sinful giggle. She pulled
herself off his thick, pulsing shaft and rolled over, trying to
maintain eye contact. Tony raised up and seated himself on the side of
the bed as she got on to her hands and knees, wiggling her firm ass at
him.

"Christ, you whore," Tony panted, "You're wearing me out! You want it
doggy-style now?" Eileen laughed and reached back to spread her cheeks
wide, showing the moist pink crinkle of her anus and the sopping,
butterfly-lips of her already well-used cunt. Tony groaned and crawled
up behind her.

"Your choice, stud," she said. "Whatever will suck you dry the
fastest!"

"Fuck yeah!" Tony exclaimed and drove his wet prick against Eileen's
asshole, making her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he
sank without mercy deep in her bowels.

*  *  *

Audience members had tears in their eyes at the end of the first song.
Even one of the judges took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, later
claiming his bifocals were bothering him. Cal had taken the threads of
the song handed him by his quartet mates, woven them with his own lead
part and cast forth a net of musical intensity that hauled in the
emotions of the listeners.

Jeff leaned over to him and whispered, his voice a little shaky, "Good
god, Cal, that was great! Keep it up! You're selling `em!"

Cal barely heard his tenor as Kevin blew pitch for the next tune. His
eyes were still fixed on the corner where his wife was not sitting,
and he knew she was not coming. She was not coming. She was gone.

  "Everything was ours, we were so happy,
  So happy...
  Once upon a time, a girl with moonlight in her eyes,
  Put her hand in mine and said she loved me so,
  But that was once upon a time, many years ago..."

*  *  *

Eileen was coming, coming hard. After the almost painful filling of
her ass, Tony had fallen back on the bed and pulled her atop him. She
had straddled his narrow hips and driven herself down on his massive
cock, screaming with delight as she felt him bottom out, his balls
bouncing against her wide-spread lips.

Now he was throbbing and pulsing madly inside her, and she was almost
at the peak. His hands slid up her tummy and gripped her breasts,
squeezing and kneading a bit too roughly. But his words drove her up
and over the edge.

"Yeah, barberslut! Here it comes, here's the hot cum you wanted since
last night. I've had your mouth and your ass and your cunt and you'll
never have anyone as good as me again! AAAAAAGGHH!!!!" The head of his
cock seemed to swell as it shoved clear to her cervix and she felt the
thick, hot goo of his sperm spray and splatter inside her.

She keened like a banshee as she rode the tidal wave of her orgasm up
and over and then down into the swirling pit of lust that consumed
her, burned her, purged her, purified her. Tony was screaming too, a
harsh, guttural sound, and kept trying to pull her body down against
his so he could kiss her. She remained upright on his vibrating cock,
riding her high until nothing was left but a sweet warmth in her
still-filled pussy.

She remained kneeling over Tony, her legs holding him down as she
rocked gently. She looked down at him, at his weary body, his glazed
eyes, and she smiled.

"Was I good, Tony?" she asked. He groaned and opened his eyes, looking
up.

"Shit, babe, you were great!" he said hoarsely. Eileen smiled broadly.

"Wasn't there something you had to do this afternoon?" she asked
innocently. His head shot up and turned to look at the clock on the
nightstand. The bright red numbers told the story, as did the sudden
knock at the door.

"Mr. Quinones, are you in there?" a man's voice asked. "Your quartet
is on next!"

"SON OF A BITCH!" Tony screeched and pushed Eileen off him, scrambling
to his feet, grabbing for his quartet outfit, pulling it on
frantically.

Eileen watched him as she pulled on her own clothing, and she couldn't
help but laugh. He was still struggling with the buttons on his tuxedo
shirt when she went to him and grabbed his head in her hands, kissed
him, and whispered, "You were a pretty good fuck, Tony, but my husband
is better."

Eileen pulled up her skirt to reveal her bare mound. The golden
letters carved out of her pubic hair shouted their message to the
well-fucked lead, and his stunned look was all she could have wished.

She walked to the door, opened it, and started out, turning just long
enough to call back, "Good luck, Tony. You're going to need it!"

*  *  *

Two songs down and one to go. The audience didn't even clap for ten
seconds after the second. There were a few choking sobs followed by a
swell of applause. The judges' pencils weren't even moving over the
paper.

Cal turned to the other three and was surprised to see tears in their
eyes. Jeff looked pointedly over his shoulder to the seats where
Eileen should be, and Cal knew that the guys had figured out why he
was pouring his heart into these songs. They were with him, and they
would win, even if the victory would be bittersweet.

The pitch was sounded and Cal turned back to the boards--and saw Eileen
slip in and stand along the wall, listening. In a moment, he took in
her slightly disheveled look, her flushed face, and her torn blouse,
He knew where she had been. He knew where he had to sell the final
song.

And he did.

  "She's just a girl I knew so long ago
  The kind of girl I should forget, I know
  But the memory still lingers, I'm still dreaming of
  That wonderful first time a guy falls in love...."

The storm of applause following the tag was thunderous. Cal's reward
was seeing understanding in Eileen's eyes, he knew he had reached her
with his sense of betrayal, hurt, and anger. She appeared chagrined
and would not meet his eyes.

He did not know, but she knew: "Lazy River" could have won without her
"sacrifice".

Then "Winner's Circle" came on. Three nattily dressed guys and a lead
that looked like--well, like he'd just been thoroughly fucked. Which
he had been. It was clear from the first note that Tony was not in
prime form, and the other three men did nothing to help him present
the songs. By the time they finished, they were well out of the
running.

Cal and "Lazy River" stood backstage, amazed at the fall of a fine
quartet, and he began to wonder what it all meant. He was still
wondering when the judges announced their decision: the district
champion and representative to the international competition would be
"Lazy River".

The gathered barbershoppers roared their approval, but all Cal wanted
was to talk to Eileen and find out what had happened.

------------------------------------------------------------

When you're gone it seems that I can't go on,
But you can trust me to behave
(I'll always behave)
  --Ain't Misbehavin', Fats Waller

The celebration in the concert hall was loud and wild, and Cal could
not get to Eileen through the throngs of barbershoppers slapping him
and the other quartet members on the back, congratulating them for a
job well done. He kept looking toward her, and she remained up against
the wall, not joining in, clearly happy for him, but not participating
in the revelry.

Cal was swept along with Jeff, Kevin and Jaleel, stopping every so
often to sing for gathered clumps of barbershoppers. Each time he
looked for Eileen, and each time she was there, waiting,
smiling...sadly? He felt a twinge of worry in his heart.

At one point, he was close to the members of "Winner's Circle", and he
looked with astonishment on Tony Quinones who sat, half-dressed, his
face pale and haggard. The other three men were really giving him a
verbal lambasting. Cal paused and felt his worry grow at what they had
to say. "You stupid sod! Damn you, we told you not to take that blonde
barberslut back to your room! Christ, you bastard, you lost the whole
damn contest for us, we're lucky we weren't completely DQ'ed!"

Blonde barberslut? Could it have been? Cal shook his head, and his
eyes met Eileen's across the room. He looked at her, then pointedly
back at Tony and his quartet, then back at his wife. Her face was
blank, and he decided to push through to her and find out what the
hell was going on.

Before he could get to her, another crowd of well-wishers swept him
away, this time across the street and into the hotel. He didn't see
Eileen again for an hour until things had settled down a bit and she
slipped quietly into the district hospitality suite where "Lazy River"
had just sung.

As the last chord rang and faded, Cal was aware of Eileen standing
right behind him. He turned quickly and took her in his arms and
kissed her. She kissed back, fiercely. The audience in the room was
breaking up, and Cal took the opportunity to take his wife into a
corner and look her in the eye.

"Dammit, Eileen, what did you DO?" She smiled up at him, no more the
cool, ice-princess appraisal, but something ineffably bittersweet.

"I fucked him, love," she said hesitantly. "I'm sorry. You didn't need
my help. You had it won without me wearing him down."

Cal spluttered in utter shock! His sweet, wonderful, demure wife
making love--no, scratch that, she had clearly said FUCKING--another
man! "But--but why?!"

"I just told you: so you would win, so he would be too exhausted to
sing well, so you would bring home the trophy. That's what you wanted,
isn't it?" Her eyes were a cloudy, sunless blue and Cal saw she was
both pleased and saddened.

"But you didn't need to, we were 150 points ahead at the end of last
night. I wanted to win but you didn't need to... Oh my god, you even
warned me, you told me that sometimes in winning one thing we lose
another." Cal sat down heavily, oblivious to the crowd around him,
staring up at his wife. "I've lost you, haven't I?"

The weary, poignant look on Eileen's face melted away to deep and
unhindered concern, and she was kneeling beside him, her arms around
him, her lips firm and warm and moist against his. "No, no, no," she
whispered, and her eyes were now the warm blue of a summer sky, a look
he knew and loved. "You have not lost me, not now, not ever." Tears
welled up in her eyes.

"Cal, you locked me out all of a sudden, without an explanation, when
I wanted to be close to you and support you. I wasn't going to carry
out my `fuck Tony' plan, then you were so nasty, and suddenly there he
was and he IS sexy and I wanted him and I wanted you to win, but I was
mad at you and I was horny and I--" Eileen's outpouring of words broke
off. She sat back on her heels and tears were flowing freely.

"I'm sorry, Cal, you're right, I didn't need to do it, and I knew I
didn't need to do it, and I did it anyway. Worst of all, he turned out
to be such a prick, not at all the sweet and wonderful man you are. I
don't feel bad at all for having kept him from his best performance.
But I feel terrible that I hurt you and betrayed you, and I'll
understand if you want me to go. I'm sorry I turned into a barberslut,
I never knew I had so much of that inside me."

It was Cal's turn to kneel beside his tearful wife and hold her tight.
"No, hon, I'm the one who should be sorry for not asking you straight
out what was going on, and for closing off from you," he whispered.
"The thought of you with that ass Tony..." Cal hugged her close, feeling
her warmth and the wonderful curves of her body pressed against him.
He also became aware that he sported a raging hard-on which had been
tenting his pants while he imagined the other lead pounding into his
wife. He blushed when he looked at her and pulled back in
embarrassment.

It was too late. She had noticed. She gave him an appraising look and
smiled naughtily. "Cal! You don't mean that you like the idea of me as
a barberslut?"

Cal didn't know what to say or do. His voice had abandoned him. Eileen
was now stroking his throbbing shaft through his pants and the smile
on her face was wicked and lustful. "Just to reassure you, love," she
said quietly but with a great deal of steamy passion in her voice, "I
have no intention of fucking Tony ever again. I only fuck winners, not
losers. You're a winner because you won me and you won the contest, so
you'll always be at the head of my dance card." She looked at
something over his shoulder and Cal turned his head to see.

Jeff, Kevin, and Jaleel were gathered around the punch bowl, lifting
their glasses in a toast. They turned when they became aware of Cal
and Eileen watching, and grinned at them, raising their drinks in the
direction of their lead and his wife.

Cal groaned, both happy and shocked, when Eileen blew kisses back at
the three men and whispered to her husband, "And there are three more
winners. Do you think they might like to see this barberslut's tribute
to `Lazy River'?"

How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
...and since we know we're always changing
How can it be the same?
And tell me how, year after year, you're sure your heart will fall
part
each time you hear her name?
...I know the way I feel for you, it's now or never;
The more I love, the more that I'm afraid
That in your arms I may not sleep forever.
If we can be the best of lovers, yet be the best of friends
If we can try with every day to make it better as it grows
With any luck then I suppose
The music never ends.
  --The Music Never Ends

THE END

*Note: I tried to find composer/author notes for each of the songs
used as epigraphs or as quotes from songs sung by the quartet. I was
not successful for them all, and I apologize to the original writers.
I am using them anyway since they mean so much to the story.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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