In the luxurious mountain chalet, the fireplace was blazing and three young couples sat around happily discussing the skiing they'd be doing that weekend. Carol White, an attractive blonde of twenty-six, was sure she must be the happiest person present. She'd really been looking forward to this skiing weekend with her husband John.
She cuddled closer to John on the couch. "Isn't this lovely, darling?" she said. "So nice of Brent to ask us to his cabin."
"Ummm-hmmm," said John White.
Carol glanced at him. As usual her husband was off in space somewhere. That didn't surprise her. As a professor of mathematics at the local university, John was usually wrestling with some problem in his head. Carol was content to let him drift on for awhile. But later, when they were in bed, things were going to be different.
At least Carol was hoping they'd be different. For some time now she and John hadn't had much of a sex life. It seemed as if he was always away on conferences, working on papers, or just plain too tired to make love. Carol was hoping that this weekend away from the university and in a romantic setting would reawaken his interest. She felt that if she didn't get laid soon, she'd die of frustration.
She looked wistfully at John. At thirty he was still an attractive man. Tall, lanky, with clean-cut features and neatly trimmed dark hair, he still aroused her as much as he'd done on their honeymoon five years ago. They'd had a pretty hot love life back then. But now, for John at least, sex didn't seem a necessary part of their marriage.
"Getting sleepy yet, dear?" Carol asked, patting her husband's hand.
"Huh?" John responded. "Oh, no. The fire's nice. Let's sit up awhile."
"All right," Carol sighed, "but not too much longer. We'll want to be in good shape tomorrow."
Actually, skiing was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about right now was getting John into bed, turning him on. But John seemed in no hurry. Carol looked around at the other two couples, old friends of theirs, and wondered if they'd ever had the same problem. It certainly didn't look that way.
There was Brent Davis, a ruggedly handsome man of thirty-five, owner of the chalet where they were staying. He was track coach at the university and a really sexy guy, in Carol's opinion - broad-shouldered, greying at the temples. Brent was flirting outrageously with his wife Lucie, a tall slender brunette about Carol's age.
"Speaking of bed," Brent said with a leer, "how about it, beautiful?"
"Brent, you wicked thing," Lucie grinned. "I know what's on your mind, and it isn't sleep."
Carol sighed and looked away feeling envious. She wished John was as interested in making love as Brent was. She studied the third couple, Tom and Amy Archer. Tom, a successful architect is his thirties, was holding Amy's hand and looking at her longingly. They made an attractive couple, Tom's husky blond looks contrasting with Amy's petite figure and flaming red hair.
"I think Brent's got the right idea," Tom was saying. "How about hitting the sack for a little, uh, beauty rest?"
Amy giggled and said, "Men are all animals, aren't they Lucie?"
What I wouldn't give for an animal, Carol thought wistfully. She envied Amy and Lucie. Their husbands were obviously eager to get them into bed. For all John cared about it, he might as well be sleeping with a Teddy bear. But she had certain plans for him tonight. He'd have a hard time ignoring her, once they were alone.
"Well, all kidding aside," Brent said, getting to his feet, "we probably better get some rest. We don't want to waste a minute of our skiing time tomorrow, so we'll probably be up early."
"Right," Tom said, getting up and offering Amy his hand, "we better knock it off for tonight. See you in the morning, everyone."
The Davises and the Archers left the living room, and Carol and John were alone. Carol had a quick naughty vision of her and John fucking right there on the fur rug in front of the fire. She felt a blazing heat in her pussy. It had been over two weeks since they'd made love. Again she looked urgently at her husband.
"What about it, darling?" she said. "Shouldn't we get some rest, too?"
John sighed deeply, coming down from whatever daydream had occupied him. "Yes, I suppose so," he said.
Brent had assigned them a lovely room with its own fireplace, and at Carol's urging, John lit the fire. She turned out all the lights in the room, leaving just the romantic glow of the flames. Then she disappeared into the bathroom, where she'd hidden her secret weapon. If this didn't make John horny, nothing would.
Carol opened her vanity case and took out a ridiculously tiny black bikini nightie. She'd felt kind of silly buying it, but at this point she'd do anything to get John's mind off mathematics and onto sex. She stripped and glanced at herself in the mirror. Everything in top shape there, she decided. For an old lady of twenty-six, she was in very good condition.
Carol was tall, with long straight blonde hair and lovely features. She had good long legs, trim waist and hips and ass, and very large globe-shaped breasts with pretty little pink nipples. Her trim triangular bush was the same golden color as her hair. She knew her spectacular body would drive most men wild. Too bad it didn't have that effect on John.
Sighing, she got into the tiny black nightie. The lacy panties barely covered her muff, and the sheer sleeveless top showed the pale rounds of her tits and the pink dots of her nipples. Satisfied that she looked enticing, Carol stepped back into the bedroom, her pussy glowing with lusty anticipation. Then she stopped and stared.
John was in bed - reading a book. He'd put on his horn-rimmed reading glasses, which didn't make him look particularly sexy, and he was totally absorbed in some thick book about nuclear physics. Carol stifled a curse. She wasn't licked yet. She marched over to the bed and lay down on top of the covers.
"How do you like my new nightie, darling?" she cooed.
John blinked and looked at her over the top of his glasses. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, then back up again, taking in her large thrusting boobs, tiny waist, and gorgeous legs. There wasn't much he could miss, the nightie was so sheer.
"You could catch cold in that thing," he said. "What happened to that sensible flannel gown? I advised you to bring it along."
"Oh, God," Carol moaned, her patience ended. "John, listen to me. We haven't made love in over two weeks."
John blinked. "Gee, I think you're right, honey," he said. "Well, pretty soon, then. I just want to finish this chapter."
He returned to his book, and Carol sighed and get under the covers. His response had hardly been a turn-on, but at least he'd promised they'd made love tonight. Now all she had to do was wait. Second place to a goddamned book, as usual. She seethed with horniness. It seemed like her poor starved pussy had been aching and swollen for weeks.
As she waited, Carol thought back to the early days with John. He was a young professor, and she was twenty, one of the students, when they met. It had been hot attraction from the beginning, but John and she agreed it wasn't right to date while she was his student. But when the class ended, it was a different story! All summer they were together, and they could hardly keep their hands off each other.
They'd agreed not to go all the way till they were married, so by the wedding night they were both at a peak of excitement. Carol would never forget that night in the rented beach cabin. They hadn't even bothered with dinner. They were out of the car, into the cabin, and taking off their clothes in about thirty seconds.
Carol's heart was pounding. She was a virgin, but she wasn't afraid of her first fuck. In fact she could hardly wait to find out what it was like. Though she'd never been naked with a man before, she wasn't shy about taking off her clothes. She was stripped and lying on the bed before John even had his pants off. He paused and ogled her body.
"My God, you're beautiful," he said. "More beautiful than I'd dreamed."
"Well, you're welcome to a closer look," Carol grinned, "if you'll just hurry and get undressed."
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," John chuckled.
Carol watched him, unable to take her eyes away. Perhaps she was being too bold, but she'd wondered for months how her handsome fiance looked without his clothes. He was tall and lean but tautly muscled, and his chest was thatched with black hair. Carol found that pretty sexy. It was even more of a turn-on when he stepped out of his pants and lowered his jockey shorts.
Carol's blue eyes widened hugely. She'd never seen a cock before, and John's looked enormous. It stood straight up, a stiff column of pale flesh rising from a neat black bush. His prick was nearly eight inches long, she guessed, extremely thick, and so rigid that it barely quivered as he walked over to the bed. His rosy-red balls were taut and swollen, too.
"Pardon me for staring," Carol said, "but I never saw one of those contraptions before." Her eyes were still glued to his stiff-standing cock as he slid onto the bed beside her.
John chuckled and said, "Well, stare all you want, as long as I get to stare at you, too."
And that was what they did for a full minute, just stare at each other. John was clearly delighted with her tall full-breasted body, and Carol was dazzled by the size of his cock and balls. She studied the milky-white skin of the shaft and its tracery of tiny blue veins. She gawked at the huge swollen head of his dick, bulbous and purple and leaking small bright droplets of juice.
She realized that soon she'd be taking that huge red thing inside her virgin cunt, and she didn't know quite what to think. John's prick looked way too big for her tiny box, yet the sight of it aroused her hotly. She was dying to know what fucking was like. She'd been a good girl, waited twenty years, but enough was enough. She could hardly wait to get rid of her virginity.
"May I touch it?" she said timidly, still gazing wide-eyed at his cock.
"Sure," John grinned. "It goes with the license."
Carol laughed shyly and reached out with trembling fingers to touch a cock for the very first time. She laid her hand on the hugely thick stalk. It was hot and throbbing with life. Gently she moved her fingers up and down the rock-hard column of his prick and found the skin silky and pleasant to touch. The outer skin was loose and slippery, the core solid and hard. She touched the swollen purple head of his prick, and John shivered.
"Oh, sorry, did that hurt?" Carol said.
"No," he laughed, "it feels terrific. You can go on playing with that brute if you want. There's something else I want to play with."
He reached out and cupped her big full tits. They nearly overflowed his palms, though he had large hands. Gently he molded and squeezed the hot satiny flesh, and Carol felt sharp pleasure radiating through her body. No man had touched her tits before, and she was surprised and pleased to learn how responsive they were.
"Ummmmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels nice."
John smiled and got a firmer grip on her big round boobs. He ran his thumbs back and forth over her soft little pink nipples, and to Carol's wonder, they quickly went stiff and pointed from his touch. Then he bent down and began kissing her boobs, his mouth hard and hungry. She felt a sudden flaming sensation in her pussy.
"Oh, John," she sighed, "that feels so exciting."
While John kissed all over her ripe sensitive tits, Carol clumsily stroked his rigid cock, unable to take her hands off it. She cupped the fat hard head of his dick, and hot droplets of juice bubbled into her palm. She had a wild urge to bring her hand up and taste the stuff, but of course good girls didn't do things like that - or so she'd believed at the time. She curled her fingers around his stiff throbbing shaft and went on pumping.
John caught one of her stiff-standing pink nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Carol gasped. It felt marvelous. His mouth was steamy-hot and juicy around the tender bud, and when he began sucking it, sharp sensations of pleasure streaked right down her body, arousing her already wet and swollen gash. She'd heard the word "horny" before, but only now was she really understanding what it meant.
She felt John's huge cock pulsing in her fist, and she knew she wanted it inside her. It was enormous, hard as steel, frightening, and yet she could hardly wait to feel it stuffing and filling her virgin twat. She quivered with lusty longing as John sucked first one nipple, then the other, leaving them stiff and shinning with his spit. Then he abandoned her tits and slid his hand between her legs.
Carol hadn't remained a virgin for twenty years without developing some automatic defenses. She gasped and pulled away from him. "What are you doing?" she squealed.
John laughed and said, "Hey, you forgot, we're not engaged any more. We're married. You don't have to fight me off any more."
Carol blushed and said, "My, God, you're right. Stupid me. It just doesn't seem real, that's all."
"I'll make it real," John leered.
Once again he slipped his hand between her warm silky thighs, and this time Carol didn't draw away. She was blushing, a little embarrassed, but also very curious to find out what he was up to. His fingers tickled and caressed the hot swollen flesh of her slit, and it felt very nice. Carol sighed and quivered lustily.
"Open your legs a little more honey," John said, "and I can really make it feel good."
Carol obeyed, blushing deeper, showing her naked pussy to him for the first time. John stared hungrily at the lush reddish-pink flesh with its delicate fringe of golden curls. He gently parted the furry lips of her bush and exposed the small fat lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to the moist red button and rubbed. Carol felt instant and powerful pleasure.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "John, what are you doing? It feels great!"
"Playing with your pussy," he said hoarsely. "Just lie back and enjoy."
Carol flopped back on the pillows and luxuriated in the delicious feeling of having her pussy stroked. John seemed to know all the best places to caress her. He rubbed and tickled the supersensitive button of her clit, massaged the plump lips of her pussy, rimmed the moist little mouth of her cunt. It all felt fantastically good. Carol was getting hornier by the second.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, "UMMMMMM. Whatever it is you're doing, don't stop. Not yet."
"I won't," John said his voice husky with lust. "I want to get you good and wet."
He didn't have much trouble doing that. As Carol sighed and moaned, loving his delicate yet sexy touch, she felt her virgin cunt starting to leak a steady trickle of hot thick cream. Soon John's fingers were soaked in it, making his caresses even more slick and delicious. He caught the throbbing lump of her clit between his fingers and kneaded it, giving her sharp pleasure.
"Oooooo!" Carol squealed.
John went on with his delicious finger-play in her steamy wet gash, and as he cuddled closer to her, Carol felt something hard and wet butting her thigh. She looked down and saw John's cock, hugely swollen, rigid as a board, and leaking his globs of juice. It poked insistently, eagerly, against her. Poor John, he was being so patient with her, though his prick looked ready to burst.
"I think I'm ready now, darling," Carol said. "I know you are."
John glanced down at his bloated drooling cock and said, "You better believe I'm ready. I've been ready to ball you since the moment I met you, lady."
"Then let's not waste any more time," Carol said, reaching out for him.
John eagerly sank onto her hot silky body, his chest hairs deliciously tickling her full throbbing tits. He eased between her spread legs, and then Carol felt his huge hard cock-head pressing hungrily against the moist mouth of her virgin cunt. John slipped his hands under her small round ass and tilted her pussy upward to meet the big knobby head of his dick.
"I'll be as gentle as I can," he panted.
Carol nodded, clung to him, and then his stiff thick meat was sliding into her, slowly stuffing her exquisitely tight juicy cunt, slowly taking her virginity. To her relief, it didn't hurt. Her tiny box felt full almost to bursting, yet it was thrilling to have his cock inside her. He finally touched his oozing cock-head to her womb, and she felt a powerful rush of lusty excitement.
"Hurt?" John gasped.
"No," Carol sighed. "No, it's good. I want it, John. I want you. Do it to me."
He fucked her slowly, tenderly, at first, but as her pleasure grew and she helplessly jerked her pussy in time to his strokes, he speeded up, balling her in quick deep lunges. Carol loved every second of it. She loved having her cunt stuffed, filled, probed. Her steamy twat-juice gushed and boiled around his stabbing prick.
"Oh, John," she whined, "it's so good. I love it!"
"That's great, baby," he moaned, "because I could fuck you all night."
* * * *
Five years later those words came back to Carol as she lay in bed waiting for John to finish his reading. The good old days, she thought wistfully. That first year of marriage, they'd fucked like bunnies, two and three times a day. Then gradually John had become more wrapped up in his work as a math professor, spending evenings at his office or bringing home piles of paper to work on. His job became his life, and Carol was left out.
That had to change. She was a healthy normal young woman who needed plenty of sex, and she wasn't getting it. She was just about fed up with John's preoccupation with his work. She was going to have to put it to him - revive their sex life or lose her. She loved him dearly, but this sexual frustration was more than she could take.
Carol heard a soft snore. She turned and looked at John. He'd fallen asleep with the book in his lap, his glasses practically off the end of his nose. Carol sighed deeply. She knew her husband - once he was asleep, he was out for the count. Gently she put away the book and removed his glasses, then curled up far from him on her own side of the king-size bed.
"Hell," she muttered.
There was only one thing to do now. She wasn't proud of it, but it was better than no sex at all, and the raging need in her pussy demanded relief. Carol blushed in the darkness as she slipped her hand inside her panties and touched the searing-hot flesh of her gash. She found the moist little lump of her clit and began to rub it.
Sharp pleasure flashed through her swollen wet slit. She worked a stiff finger steadily back and forth over the tender slick shaft of her joy button and felt herself rising swiftly toward a much-needed climax. Before her marriage she'd never played with herself, hadn't even known how. But lately she'd had to learn, to keep her sanity. She just couldn't go totally without sex.
"Ummmmm," Carol murmured, "UMMMMM!"
It felt delicious to rub her own clit, it was going to work, yes, she'd get off fast this way. But it lacked something. What she really craved was a thick hard cock in her cunt, jerking, pounding, balling her silly. It'd been so long since John fucked her like that. Damn John anyhow.
For the very first time Carol fantasized other men as she frigged herself. Brent Davis, how would he be in bed? Was Tom Archer a good lay? These thoughts made her wickedly excited, but of course she'd never carry them into reality. She couldn't bring herself to be unfaithful to John.
Or could she?
Chapter Two
"You're kidding," Carol said to Brent Davis.
"Snowbound?"
"That's right, honey," Brent replied with a rueful smile. "Just look out the window and see for yourself."
Carol had just come down to breakfast. Now for the first time she glanced out the windows of the chalet and saw nothing but snow. It had to be piled clear to the roof. John joined her and whistled in amazement. There was no way they could get out of the house that day, let alone go skiing.
"So what do we do?" John asked Brent.
Brent shrugged. "Well, there's no immediate problem," he said. "We have plenty of food, plenty to drink, and the water and power are still okay. So what we do is wait for the snow to melt down or for somebody to come and dig us out."
"Why don't we just phone for help?" Carol said.
"The phone's out," Brent said. "That's the one thing that didn't survive the storm. But don't worry. The park service keeps tabs on all the cabins. Somebody will be around in a few days."
"A couple of days?" John sputtered. "I've got to be back to the city by tomorrow night. I've got classes to teach on Monday."
Brent grinned at him. "So do I, old buddy," he said, "and I don't much care if I miss them. Honestly, John, what's wrong with a little unscheduled vacation now and then? The university won't die without you, you know, and you might just enjoy the time off."
John looked unconvinced, but Carol began to think Brent was right - the snowstorm might be a blessing in disguise. It would give her an opportunity she hadn't had in years, to get John away from his work and forced to pay attention to her. She could use the time to patch up their marriage, if that was possible.
"Quit fussing and have your breakfast, darling," she said, coaxing her husband into a chair. "There's nothing we can do about the situation, so we might as well make the best of our time."
"Right," John said. "Fortunately, I brought a load of papers to grade. I can start on those right after I eat."
Carol suppressed a moan of disappointment. Leave it to John to bring his work along on a vacation! But she consoled herself with the thought that even John couldn't bring enough papers to keep him busy for the whole weekend. He'd run out sooner or later, and then he'd have to pay attention to her.
True to her word, John shut himself in their bedroom right after breakfast and started grading papers. Carol wandered around the luxurious big cabin, wondering how to pass the time. Finally she made her way to the basement recreation room. If nothing else, she could work out her frustrations with some solitary handball.
The door of the rec room was partly open, and Carol heard voices inside. Something made her hesitate before entering the room. She stood just outside the door and listened.
"What if they come down here?" Amy Archer was saying.
"Not likely," Brent Davis replied. "Tom's still in bed - you know how late he sleeps. And Lucie's taking one of her two-hour baths. Carol and John are in their room. Looks like the perfect time to me."
"Brent, you devil, I'm beginning to think you plotted this whole thing," Amy laughed.
"Could be," he chuckled, "but let's not waste any more time."
Then there was a short silence. Carol puzzled, leaned forward and poked her head around the door for a quick peek. What she saw made her draw back in shock, stifling a gasp. Brent Davis and Amy Archer were kissing, and it was definitely not an innocent kiss. Brent was holding Amy tight against him, and she was rubbing her crotch against his.
My God, Carol thought, what do I do now?
It seemed clear that Brent and Amy had snuck down to the rec room to get it on. Carol was profoundly shocked. The Whites, Davises and Archers were all old and good friends. It seemed terrible of Brent and Amy to betray that friendship with adultery. Carol felt like running in there and telling them off.
Yet was it really any of her business? Tom and Lucie might never find out about it, and then Carol's interference would cause unnecessary hurt feelings. She really didn't know what to do. She leaned around the door again. They were still at it, kissing hungrily, pawing each other. On impulse, Carol slipped into the room and hid behind the drapes.
From her hiding place she could peek out through a crack in the heavy drapes, but she couldn't be seen. She just had to know if Brent and Amy were really going to go all the way. Then she could make up her mind what to do about it. Perhaps it was wrong of her to spy, but it was the only action she could think of at the present.
At last Brent and Amy paused for breath, smiling at each other with undisguised lust. They made an attractive pair, Carol had to admit. Big husky Brent with his greying hair, petite red-haired Amy with her delicate figure - too bad they were married to other people. Carol couldn't get over her sense of shock as Brent and Amy walked to a wide leather couch and slumped down on it, reaching for each other again.
"Christ, you turn me on!" Brent said hoarsely.
"The feeling is mutual, darling," Amy purred.
Amy was still wearing the black silk lounging robe she'd had on at breakfast, and as they started kissing again, Brent slipped a hand inside the top of her robe and cupped one of her small pert breasts. Carol could see his hand moving under the cloth, eagerly molding and squeezing. She felt a little spark of excitement. It had been so long since John had played with her tits.
"Of course you know I've never consider leaving Lucie," Brent was saying.
"Of course not," Amy agreed, "and I wouldn't leave Tom. But when people have been married as long as we have, a little variety is nice."
"It sure as hell is," Brent said. "But maybe we ought to tell them. They might want to get in on the fun."
Amy giggled. "You mean, make it a foursome?"
"Sure, why not?" Brent grinned. "The more the merrier. No reason why Tom and Lucie shouldn't be enjoying this, too."
"You may be right," Amy grinned. "I'll think about it. But meanwhile . . ." She trailed off, slipping her hand into Brent's crotch, brazenly caressing the bulge of his cock.
"You're right," he said quickly. "We can do out talking later."
He slipped her robe down off her shoulders, down to her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. Carol gawked. Amy had adorable small breasts, the size of ripe apples, with small pink nipples. She didn't protest as Brent exposed her tits. She leaned back on the couch and allowed him to pet and fondle the lovely pale globes. Slowly her nipples went stiff and pointed under his touch.
"Ummmmmmm," Amy purred, "that's so nice."
Again Carol felt a spark of excitement. In spite of her shock, she couldn't help wondering how it would be to be in Amy's place, to feel Brent's big warm hands running eagerly over her naked boobs. She felt a sudden warmth in her pussy, a slight moistening. Dammit it all, she was overdue for some decent love-making, and she found herself envying Amy.
While Brent caressed her tits, Amy unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off. His powerful chest was thickly matted with brown and grey hairs. Amy grinned and ran her small hands over the greying fur-mat. She leaned forward and tickled her stiff pink nipples against his chest. Her pretty little boobs were swelling with arousal, riding high and firm and round.
"Christ, woman," Brent sighed, "it's been six months now, and I still get hot for you."
"And I'm horny for you all the time," Amy sighed. "It must be because it's adultery."
Carol's face flamed. Amy was being very wicked, she thought, and yet what she said was true. There was a danger, titillation, in this illicit love-making. Though Carol had never cheated on John, she could imagine how exciting it would be. She scolded herself for even thinking such a thing, yet at the same time she felt wickedly excited.
Brent gently pushed Amy back against the couch, dipped his head down, and started sucking her right nipple. He got the whole thing in his mouth, and Carol could hear the lewd wet noise of his sucking clear across the room. She felt a sudden spurt of hot juice from her cunt. She would have given anything if John still played with her jugs like that.
"Ummmmmmmmm," Amy sighed, "UMMMMMM!"
Carol seethed with envy. She could tell that Amy wasn't faking her enjoyment in the least. Her girlish snub-nosed face was wreathed in a lusty smile, her eyes hot with longing. She slowly writhed with pleasure as Brent sucked loudly and hungrily on her tit. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging, caressing.
When Brent had sucked her right tit into swollen fullness, he dived for the left one, giving it the same treatment. Amy seemed to enjoy it all in a mindless, animal way, which Carol also envied. You'd never have guessed that this woman's husband was sleeping on the next floor, or that this man's wife might finish her bath and walk in at any moment. For Amy there seemed to be no tomorrow.
"Oh, that's lovely, Brent," she sighed. "But you're making me so damned excited! Why don't you take my robe off?"
"With pleasure," Brent grinned.
Amy stood up and Brent quickly removed her robe and tossed it carelessly on the floor. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Carol gawked at her friend's lovely little figure. Amy was small, about five-feet-two, but everything was in the right place - tiny waist, slim curvy hips and ass, pert high-riding breasts. Her tiny bush was triangular and the same flame-red color as her hair. No wonder Brent was so hot for her.
He gawked hungrily at her for a moment, then gave a lusty grunt and pulled her back onto the couch. He flattened himself on her, slipping between her legs, and began to mock-fuck her, grinding his crotch against hers. Amy giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. She went along with the game, jerking her pussy to his rhythm.
Finally Brent laughed and said, "I think this'd work a lot better if I took my pants off."
"You finally figured it out," Amy teased.
"Well, you know about us jocks," Brent grinned. "It takes us awhile."
He stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Carol felt it wasn't right of her to look, yet she couldn't take her eyes away. She'd never seen any man naked except John. She'd never fucked anybody but John. She had a lot of horny curiosity stored up, and she couldn't resist this chance to satisfy it. She watched wide-eyed as Brent stripped naked.
His cock, springing from a salt-and-pepper bush, was good and stiff but not as big as John's. It was a handsome six-incher, quick thick, and plenty tempting enough. The swollen milky-white shaft ended in a knobby dark-red head. His rosy nut sacs were taut and swollen, too, and thatched with black and silver hairs.
As she eyed his rigid ready cock, Carol felt her starved cunt leaking a big gush of juice. It had been so long since she was decently fucked that just the sight of Brent's stiff prick made her wildly horny. She felt burning jealousy of Amy. Then she scolded herself - she was supposed to be gathering evidence, not getting turned on.
Brent lay down on the couch again and said to Amy, "We've still got plenty of time. Want to fool around a little?"
"Always," Amy purred. "You're the best fooler-around I know, darling."
Brent chuckled and drew her legs open, exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash with its delicate fringe of copper curls. It was the first time Carol had ever seen another woman's pussy, and she couldn't help gawking. Amy was lovely down there, she decided, and she couldn't blame Brent for staring hungrily at her rosy-pink slit.
Then he eased himself onto his belly, between Amy's legs, and kissed the small shadowed mouth of her cunt. Carol turned red. She'd heard of oral sex, of course, but had never experienced it. It seemed such a wicked, kinky thing to do. How would it feel to have a man kissing her pussy? She thought about it and experienced a hot rush of lust.
Brent was kissing all over Amy's pretty little gash and Amy was responding with squeals of excitement. Carol couldn't blame her, not one bit. Even though it was a weird thing to do, it must feel fantastically good. As she watched, Carol felt her own pussy getting hot and wet and swollen with need. She wished she and John could try pussy-eating and all that other good stuff, but probably he'd be totally turned off by the idea.
"Ummmmm, that's lovely, darling," Amy sighed. "Lick me now, please."
Carol blushed ever redder. Amy certainly had some nerve, brazenly asking Brent to lick her pussy. But he obeyed at once, eagerly. Carol saw his gleaming red tongue flash out, and then he was lapping and licking all over Amy's lovely little slit. She gasped, then shivered violently with pleasure.
"Oooooo, yessss!" Amy cried. "Yes, eat my pussy, lover! OOOOOO!"
Carol didn't think it was possible to blush any harder. She was shocked at Amy's wanton behavior and language, yet at the same time she was getting turned on like crazy. She could easily imagine how marvelous it would feel to have a man's wet hot tongue caressing her pussy. Her hungry box gushed another load of hot juice that soaked the crotch of her panties.
Amy had her legs very far apart now, giving Brent all the room he needed to tongue and tease her willingly offered gash. Carol could see the little recessed mouth of her cunt - at least when Brent's tongue wasn't busy there. It was starting to leak a steady stream of thick glistening cream. Amy was pink-faced with lust, her eyes rolling, and she was clawing the couch in her excitement.
Carol felt acutely embarrassed, yet wickedly excited. Her hands, clutching the drapes, got hot and sweaty as she watched, and her cunt continued to leak its thick steamy juice. She saw Brent press the tip of his tongue against her bright red button of Amy's clit. He stabbed at the little lump, teased and tickled it, and Amy gave shrill little cries of bliss.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed, "EEEEEEE!"
It was a good thing the rec room was sound-proof, Carol thought. This would hardly be a convenient time for Tom or Lucie to overhear and come barging in. Brent briskly tongued Amy's pea-sized joy button for a minute or so, until the petite redhead was whimpering with arousal. Then he jammed his mouth onto her clit and began sucking it loudly.
"Ohhhh, OHHHHHHHH, GOD!" Amy wailed.
She jerked her pussy sharply upward, jamming her eager clit against his sucking lips. She quivered violently with pleasure and clawed blindly at the couch. Carol shivered right along with her, imagining how fantastically good it would feel to have her clit sucked. If only she could get John to do things like that!"
But John's love-making techniques hadn't changed in the five years of their marriage. Very occasionally, if she was lucky, he'd spend a few seconds fondling her tits or stroking her clit. Usually he just jumped on her and fucked. She was lucky if it lasted two minutes. She was lucky if it happened at all, matter of fact. She seethed with resentment of John, envy of Amy.
Brent's greying head bobbed up and down briskly as he sucked on Amy's clit. Carol could hear the obscene slurping noise twenty feet away in her hiding place. Amy had her eyes closed now, squeezed shut in ecstasy, and she was panting and holding her body rigid. Then abruptly she groaned and went into convulsive movements, her little body rocking and writhing.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, God, yes, YES!"
Carol watched her old friend coming, and she felt the desperate ache in her own starved pussy. It occurred to her that she didn't have to endure it. She had the same option as Amy. She could find someone else's husband, bored and eager for novelty. She was plenty attractive enough. She could get well-laid whenever she wanted - if only she was willing to cheat on John.
Carol pushed the thought aside. It was too heavy to consider just now. She watched Amy's convulsions slowly die away, till the little redhead was panting and limp. Brent lifted his face from her pussy and grinned at her. His cheeks and mouth were smeared with her cream, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Do I get a gold medal for that one?" he asked.
"You sure do," Amy sighed. "Want to try for another one?"
Brent laughed and drew her legs up over his powerful shoulders. In that position her wet pink pussy was completely open to him. Carol watched breathlessly, wondering what exciting thing he'd do to her next. She saw his thick red tongue snaking out to tickle the small shadowed mouth of Amy's cunt. Then he started stuffing his tongue right up her box.
"Ooooooo!" Amy squealed. "Oh, Jesus, Brent, YES! Put your tongue in my cunt. YES!"
Carol imagined saying something like that to John. He'd probably die of shock. She watched with burning envy as Brent worked his whole thick long tongue up Amy's cunt. She could well imagine how thrilling that would feel. Amy showed it, her eyes rolling crazily, her face twisted in a lusty grimace.
"Fuck me with it . . . fuck me with it!" she chanted.
Brent's head began to bob. He was doing just as Amy requested, working his tongue in her like a cock. He jerked the thick meat stiffly, roughly in her creaming twat, and Amy responded with yelps and squeals of delight. Carol felt dizzily aroused. But now the crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt-cream, and she wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed.
But there was no way to get out of the room without being seen. She had to stay there and watch, quivering with envy and longing, as Brent tongue-fucked the squealing Amy. As Carol expected, it didn't take him long to make her come. Her petite body began to convulse once more, and somehow Brent managed to keep his tongue inside her, jerking and probing as she came.
"My, God, my God!" Amy whined.
She'd hardly finished coming before Brent scooted up farther between her legs and wedged the huge swollen head of his cock into her creamy little cunt-mouth. "You ready to take some cock?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes," Amy panted, "oh, Jesus, yes! Put that gorgeous big hard-on in me, darling. I WANT IT!"
Carol felt a sympathetic quiver through her whole body as she watched Brent push his thick swollen prick into Amy's small juicy twat. She knew how marvelous that first thrust felt. She knew all too well how great it felt to have her cunt stuffed again and again with steel-hard cock-meat. She gripped the drapes tightly, moaning with longing, as she saw Brent starting to fuck Amy.
"Oh, yes, give it to me . . . give it to me," Amy babbled. "Ohhhhh, it's so good!"
Brent was beyond words by now. His eyes were hot with lust, his teeth flashing, as he fucked her hard and fast. He wasn't at all gentle, but Amy didn't seem to mind. She threw her legs around his heaving back, opening herself to him completely, and she took the repeated rough thrusts of his dick with hoarse wails of delight.
Carol had almost forgotten the original purpose of her spying. All she could think of now was how exciting it was to watch another couple balling and how desperately she needed to get laid. Dizzily she told herself that, by God, she was going to get balled tonight even if she had to prop up John's cock with splints. She couldn't stand another day of this terrible frustration.
"Oh, baby, baby," Brent was groaning. "Gonna shoot!"
They bucked and moaned together for a few moments, then went limp and panting in each other's arms. After they'd rested a bit, they dressed and left the room, giving each other knowing and satisfied smiles. Carol emerged from her hiding place, shaken, confused, and more urgently horny than she'd ever been in her life.
A barrage of questions went through her head. Should she tell Lucie and Tom what she'd seen? What was she going to do about her own lack of sex? And most tantalizing of all, could she follow Amy's example and get it on with another man? It was a terrible thought, but tempting. So damned tempting.
Chapter Three
Carol wasn't surprised later that day when both Brent and Amy retired to their rooms for a nap. All that hectic fucking must have exhausted them, she noted dryly. Carol made a tray of sandwiches and took them to John, who was still in their bedroom grading papers.
"Darling, take a break and have some lunch," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
John looked absently at her over the top of his glasses. "Oh, uh, no thanks, honey," he said. "I'll just eat here as I work. I've got to get these papers finished."
"John," Carol said with annoyance, "you've got all weekend, maybe even longer if we're not rescued right away. Couldn't you knock off for awhile and spend some time with me?"
"Sure, honey, this evening," John said, turning back to his work.
Carol resisted the urge to dump the tray of food on his head. She stalked out of the room and went back to the living room, where she'd left Lucie Davis and Tom Archer talking. She could spend the afternoon chatting with them, perhaps get her mind off her anger towards John. But when she reached the living room, Tom and Lucie were nowhere to be seen.
They could hardly have gone for a walk, not with twenty-foot snowdrifts piled against the doors. Carol began a quiet room-to-room search and eventually ended up in the basement. As she approached the rec room, she heard voices from the half-open door. She reddened. Oh, no, she thought, not again.
"The only possible problem would be Carol," Lucie was saying. "John's got his nose in a book, as usual, and Brent and Amy are sleeping."
"I saw Carol go into her room," Tom replied. "I don't think we have anything to worry about. But, Christ, I hate this sneaking around."
"It is getting to be a drag," Lucie agreed. "Look, Tom, what if we just told Brent and Amy we've been having an affair? You know, sort of give them license to do the same. It isn't really fair to them, the way things are now."
"You may be right," Tom said. "I think they'd understand. They might even want to join us."
"What a great idea," Lucie laughed, "swingers. But we can talk about that later, darling. Come here. I've been dying to get my hands on you ever since we got here."
Well, at least that solved Carol's dilemma about whether to tell Lucie and Tom about Brent and Amy. It looked as if they'd end up telling each other, and she didn't want to be involved when the fur started flying. She didn't know whether to be shocked or amused. Neither adulterous couple seemed to have suspected the other.
She peeked around the door to confirm her hearing. Sure enough, Lucie and Tom were locked in each other's arms, kissing passionately. Carol felt a spark of envy. It seemed that everybody in this place was getting laid except her. Oh, and John, of course, but he didn't seem to care if he had a sex life or not. Carol wished she could get off on a stack of exam papers.
As she watched Lucie and Tom kissing, she realized that the proper thing to do was just sneak away and leave them alone. She also felt a powerful temptation to spy on them. It had been so exciting watching Brent and Amy, and she'd observed quite a few new ways to make love. Why not watch again? She had nothing else to do the whole afternoon.
You should be ashamed, she told herself. What are you, some kind of voyeur?
But her curiosity won out. Quickly she slipped into the room and behind the drapes. Not a moment too soon, for Lucie and Tom broke their kiss and wandered over to the big leather couch. Tom sat down on the edge and began untying his shoes. Lucie stood before him and undid the long zipper at the back of her dress. Carol's heart hammered.
She didn't know why, but she really got off on this spying. It was wicked, it was dangerous, but it was so thrilling. Not to mention informative. She'd learned a lot about oral sex already, and now maybe she'd learn more. She watched eagerly as Lucie's dress slipped off her shoulders and floated to the floor.
Lucie stepped out of it, wearing a skimpy matching set of black lace panties and bra. She was a tall woman and very slender, with very gentle curves to her body. Her coal-black hair was piled on top of her head. She looked as elegant as a fashion model. Tom glanced up at her and smiled appreciatively.
"Let me help you with that bra," he grinned.
Lucie smiled seductively as Tom rose and came over to her. He reached around her and deftly unhooked her bra. He drew it off and dropped it on the floor. Carol gawked. Lucie had very small but beautifully shaped tits, the size and shape of little apples. They were capped with small rosy-red nipples. Tom cupped her boobs, his big hands enfolding them completely.
Lucie stood there, calm and smiling, as her friend's husband pawed her pretty little jugs. Again Carol was amazed and a little shocked that people could be so cool about adultery. She'd never dreamed of cheating on John - not until now. The Davises and the Archers make it look like a routine thing.
Tom slid his hands down Lucie's sleek slender body and grasped the waist band of her tiny black bikini panties. He inched the little garment down, grinning all the while. Carol blushed but went on watching avidly from her hiding place behind the drapes. Soon she could see Lucie's tiny round ass, then the small black puff of her bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them, completely naked.
"Your turn," Lucie said huskily to Tom.
She had his skiing sweater and t-shirt off in no time. Carol looked wistfully at his broad chest, which was thatched with blond hairs, and his muscular arms. Tom really had a nice body. Her interest picked up even more when Lucie went to her knees before him and unbuckled his belt.
"I'm a big boy now," Tom chuckled. "I could do this myself."
"Oh, but darling," Lucie cooed, "you know I love to undress you."
The broad grin on Tom's face suggested that he really didn't mind, either. He watched as Lucie opened his pants and slid them down. She also made short work of his jockey shorts. He stepped out of the puddled clothing, but Lucie remained where she was, on her knees in front of him, eyeing his cock and balls.
Carol was looking at the same thing, of course. Until today she'd never seen any cock but John's. Tom was nicely hung, his thick seven-incher standing up stiffly, capped with a bulb-like purple head. His swollen rosy balls were lightly thatched with golden-blond hairs, the same color as his bush and head. Lucie murmured something and brought her face closer to his rigid prick.
"We better not take too much time," Tom cautioned her. "They won't be napping much longer."
"Oh, don't be a spoilsport, darling," Lucie said. "You know I didn't have any lunch."
And with that, she took a firm hold of his thick cock-stalk, brought the pale meat close to her mouth, and began to lick. Her small pink tongue lapped all over his swollen dick, leaving it shining with her saliva. Tom gave a low moan and broke into a lusty grin. He gripped Lucie's shoulders to steady himself and watched her licking his cock.
"Ummmmm, yeah, I think we can spare a little time for that," he sighed.
Carol was blushing furiously behind the drapes. She'd read a few things about oral sex and about cock-sucking in particular, but she couldn't imagine actually doing it. It seemed to be so wicked and kinky, putting your tongue on a guy's prick. But Lucie was perfectly cool about it, as if it was something she did every day. And maybe she did.
She licked Tom's cock with real enjoyment, murmuring and sighing as she tasted his meat. She swished her little pink tongue around and around the milky-white blue-veined column, making it shine. Slowly Carol lost her embarrassment and began to understand what was exciting Lucie. Actually, she thought, it might be a real turn-on to lick a man's cock. She imagined doing it to John, and she shivered with lusty longing.
Tom was enjoying every second of Lucie's leisurely expert cock-licking. He grinned, sighed, and quivered. She was working her way slowly from the thick base of his prick up to the fat hard purple head. When her swishing wet tongue finally met the head of his dick, he gasped, then moaned loudly. Carol understood that the head of his cock was especially sensitive.
"Oh,yeah, baby," he moaned, "lick me there. That's great!"
Lucie used her stiff slippery tongue-tip to rim and tease the big purple head of his cock. She ran it around and around the swollen bulb, and as she did so, big bright bubbles of juice oozed from the small slit-mouth of Tom's cock. Lucie spotted them and quickly lapped them up, swallowing them eagerly. Carol blushed again. Lucie seemed to have no modesty, no inhibitions at all.
"Yeah, eat it, baby," Tom was moaning. "Taste good?"
"Ummmmm," Lucie sighed. "You know I love to eat you, darling."
"I suppose you go down on Brent, too?" Tom said with just a touch of jealousy.
"Why, of course, darling," Lucie cooed. "That's only fair, isn't it? He enjoys it just as much as you do."
"I wonder," Tom sighed, "I really wonder."
Lucie interrupted his wondering by digging the pointed hot tip of her tongue into the small slit-mouth of his cock. Tom yelped. She reamed the little hole, digging out all his hot sticky juice. When she'd completely cleaned the head of his cock, she licked her way back down again, pink tongue flashing and gleaming. She licked right through his golden bush and onto his swollen rosy-red nut sacs.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Tom gasped. "Lick my nuts, honey. Yeah, that feels terrific!"
Carol couldn't stop blushing, nor could she take her eyes off the kinky scene before her. Everything Lucie did seemed so wanton and wicked, yet at the same time wildly exciting. Carol longed to do all those naughty things to John - lick his cock, his balls, taste his juice. But John would be shocked right out of his socks if she even suggested it. She sighed enviously.
Lucie took her time with Tom's balls, lapping and lashing them with her expert little tongue, making them bounce and quiver. Tom was grinning broadly, clearly loving it. When at last every inch of his swollen nut sacs was gleaming with her saliva, Lucie once more worked her way up to the head of his prick, lapping slowly and eagerly.
"Come back for more, did you?" Tom sighed.
More gleaming juice had collected on the hard head of his cock. Lucie licked it all up and swallowed it, then looked around for more. Suddenly, to Carol's shock and astonishment, the slender brunette popped the whole purple cock-head into her mouth. Her cheeks indented as she gave a powerful suck, and half of Tom's pale prick disappeared between her lips.
"JESUS!" Tom yelped. "Oh, baby, YEAH! Suck my cock, Christ, that's good!"
Carol's mind reeled. She just couldn't imagine anything more kinky and wanton than taking a cock in her mouth and sucking on it, but Lucie was going at it like she'd been doing it all her life. Her dark head bobbed quickly up and down as she sucked noisily on Tom's prick. Carol could clearly hear the obscene wet slurping sound of her sucking.
"Yes, yes, yes . . ." Tom chanted hoarsely.
Again as Carol's shock passed, she began to understand Lucie's excitement. It would be a weird and wicked thrill to take John's cock in her mouth and give him such wild pleasure. She eagerly observed Lucie's technique. Her small red-glossed lips were hugely stretched by Tom's thick stalk, and she'd drawn in her cheeks sharply to make a tight juicy nest for his prick. She sucked hard and fast, as if starved for his meat.
"Oh, Christ, Lucie, that's enough," Tom finally moaned. "Don't wanta come in your mouth."
Carol stifled a gasp. Did people really do things like that? She imagined letting John come in her mouth, getting a big sizzling load of his jism. It was wickedly exciting to her. Some day she wanted to try it on him, if ever she could change his idea about sex. Sex to John was just like grading papers - get it over with quickly and efficiently.
But now Carol dismissed John from her mind and watched intently as Lucie let Tom's rigid gleaming cock spring from her lips. It hit his flat belly with a loud wet splat, soaked with her saliva. Tom caught her under the arms, lifted her, and guided her onto the couch. Lucie lay on her back and opened her long legs very wide, throwing one over the back of the couch, letting the other hang off the edge.
Her scarlet gash was completely revealed. Her slit was narrow and fringed with little black curls. Carol could see the bright red button of her clit, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt, and even the little wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Lucie didn't even blush as she displayed all this before Tom's burning hungry eyes.
"I had lunch," he said with a grin. "But I wouldn't mind a little dessert."
Lucie grinned back at him as he knelt between her long coltish legs and dipped his face right into her gleaming red pussy. He kissed all over the swollen hot flesh, and Carol felt a rush of lust that made her stomach turn over. What she wouldn't give to have a man do that to her! From watching Amy, she already knew how great it must feel.
She watched enviously as Tom's thick red tongue flashed out and tickled the tiny scarlet lump of Lucie's clit. He pressed his tongue-tip firmly against the little button and flicked it back and forth, quickly, briskly. Lucie gasped, and her dark eyes fluttered. A flush of arousal spread over her slender naked body.
"Ummmmm, yes, darling, eat my pussy," she moaned. "You know I adore that."
Carol speculated grimly on how John would react if she asked him to eat her pussy. He probably wouldn't even know what she was talking about. Or be horrified, thinking she meant their cat. John was pretty damned hopeless when it came to the refinements of love-making. But Tom knew what he was doing and obviously enjoyed it. His tongue flashed rapidly over Lucie's stiff swollen love-bud.
"Beautiful, darling, just beautiful," she sighed, "Suck my clit, please. Make me come. I feel like I could come a hundred times today."
Welcome to the club, Carol thought miserably.
She ALWAYS felt like she could come a hundred times, but she was lucky if she got off even once from John's infrequent jack-rabbit fucks. It felt as if she had years of unsatisfied lust stored up in her burning, aching pussy. She imagined being in Lucie's place, having Tom briskly tonguing her greedy little clit. She'd come within seconds, come like a bomb.
But, alas, all she could do was stand there and watch and envy. She felt a hot spurt of juice from her cunt as Tom pressed his lips to Lucie's fat little clit and started to suck on it. He sucked hard and swiftly, making a wet slurping noise. Lucie gasped and arched her body upward, pressing her joy button eagerly to his mouth.
"EEEEEE!" she shrieked.
If they hadn't been in the cement-walled basement, that shrill cry would have awakened everyone in the house. As it was, Lucie and Tom were taking a terrible risk, but it didn't seem to worry them in the least. Tom went on sucking noisily on Lucie's juicy little joy button, while Lucie shrieked her delight and clawed the couch in a frenzy of excitement.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come," she moaned. "Yes, yes, darling, NOW! OHHHHHH!"
Carol could have wept with envy. She so desperately needed to come herself. The crotch of her panties was once more soaked with steamy hot cunt-cream as she watched Lucie writhe and wail in orgasm. Tom kept sucking noisily on her clit, making it even better for her. If only John could be like that in bed! He always seemed oblivious of Carol's responses and feelings.
Finally Lucie sighed and went limp. Tom kept his face right in her soaked little snatch, gently licking his way down to the drooling mouth of her cunt. He rimmed the little hole with the tip of his tongue, lapping up her come-juice. He waited for her to stop panting, then eased his thick red tongue slowly up her cunt. Carol quivered with horny longing as she watched it disappear.
"Oooooooo!" Lucie wailed, "OOOOOO!"
Carol felt burning-hot cunt-juice soaking right through her panties and trickling down her thighs. She felt dizzy with lust, how great it must be to have a man's slick hot tongue deep inside. Lucie once more arched her slender body upward, taking Tom's tongue as far as she could into her eager wet box.
"My God, yes!" Lucie whimpered. "Stick your tongue in meee!"
Tom's blond head began to bob. He was working his thick tongue in her, jerking it in cock-like motions, fast and rough. Lucie groaned and began moving her pussy in time to his thrusts. Carol could hear the lewd squishing noise of his tongue as it reamed her juicy little twat. Lucie's eyes rolled crazily, and then suddenly she wailed and came again.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "Yes, yes . . . YES!"
Tom's head bobbed steadily between her thighs as she came. Only when she went limp and panting did he finally raise his face from her pussy and wipe her sticky cream from his mouth and cheeks. Lucie grinned lustily at him, her eyes hot and wanton. Tom grinned back. Then he deftly flipped her over onto her hands and knees.
"Oh, feeling a little doggie today, are you, darling?" Lucie giggled.
"Woof," Tom replied.
Lucie's tiny round ass was sticking up in the air. Tom knelt behind her and inserted the knobby purple head of his cock into her small juicy cunt-mouth. Carol just barely stifled a moan of envy and lust as she watched his thick pale prick lunge deep into Lucie's box. She so urgently needed a good stiff cock, she felt she might die of frustration.
In fact, she couldn't even watch any longer. It was too much. Tom's hips began to jerk roughly as he balled Lucie, and she clawed the couch and screamed ecstatically. They both closed their eyes, concentrating on their pleasure, and Carol grabbed the chance to slip from the room. Her poor starved pussy was swollen, wet and aching with need.
She marched determinedly upstairs and into the room she was sharing with John. He looked up, startled, from his papers.
"John," Carol said firmly, "I'm horny! I'm so horny I could die!"
John gawked at her, then slowly turned beet-red. "Carol, what's come over you?" he said. "You never used filthy language before."
"I just told you, dammit!" Carol cried. "I'm horny! I need to get laid. I'm a normal healthy woman, and I haven't been fucked in two weeks."
John shook his head wonderingly. "Well, I'll try to get around to that tonight," he said, "but right now I'm pretty busy. Why don't you go take a cool shower? I hear that's supposed to help."
Carol was too stunned to reply. She slammed into the bathroom, quivering with anger and frustration. What was the matter with that jerk, anyhow? Didn't he have any human feelings? She was beginning to think her husband was made of ice.
She drew herself a deep warm bath - no medieval tortures for her. As she slipped into the water, she decided to give herself another treat, too. She reached down and began to stroke the hot sensitive button of her clit. If John wouldn't help her out, dammit, then she'd do it herself.
But playing with herself wasn't a permanent solution to her problem. Sooner or later she'd have to confront John and give him the message - do his duty in bed or lose her. All she had to do was get up the nerve to say it. Or she could take Amy and Lucie's way out, find other men.
"Sure," Carol sighed, "fat chance!"
Chapter Four
That evening John kept his word and spent some time with Carol. At least he sat beside her in the living room while he and Brent talked university politics. Carol could hardly wait till they got to bed. Surely this time John would have no excuse for not making love.
In some ways she regretted her outburst at him that afternoon. She knew John hadn't been pleased with her. But at least she'd alert him to the problem. Now he'd have to do his part, if he wanted to preserve their marriage. Carol was sure he did, certain that he loved her as much as she loved him. So she really looked forward to bedtime.
Finally John stood up, stretched, and yawned. "Well," he said, "if I'm ever going to get those papers finished, I'd better get back to work."
Carol couldn't believe her ears. John had promised they'd make love tonight - he'd promised! She followed him down the hall, quivering with anger, and when they were in the bedroom, she turned on him, eyes blazing. John drew back, astonished.
"John, have you completely forgotten about our talk this afternoon?" Carol demanded.
He looked blank. "Talk? About what, honey? Why are you so angry?"
"Oh, CHRIST!" Carol cried, throwing up her hands. "What's the matter with you, John? Don't you have any interest in sex any more? I told you today, I'm horny. You promised we'd make love tonight."
John reddened. "Oh, yeah, of course, darling," he said. "Whatever you want. Just give me a few hours with these papers, then we'll go to bed."
"Never mind!" Carol snapped. "If I have to beg for it, forget it. You can do whatever you want with your goddamned papers, and I'll stay up and talk with the others!"
She slammed out of the room, and as she left, she thought John actually looked relieved. She was too mad and upset to face her friends just then, so she marched down to the rec room. There she leaned against the wall and wept. She loved John dearly, but her marriage was over. She couldn't endure a marriage without sex.
"Hey, what's the matter?" came Brent's voice.
Carol whirled and saw him stepping into the room. He closed the door behind him and hurried up to her, taking her in his arms, patting her. Carol felt comforted, and she also felt a powerful burst of lust. It felt so nice to be hugged to Brent's big burly body. She fleetingly imagined them naked in each other's arms, then scolded herself. Her marriage might be over, but Brent was very much married to her good friend Lucie.
"What's wrong, Carol, baby?" Brent said soothingly. "Better get it all out."
"Oh, Brent, it's so hard to talk about," Carol sighed. "I don't know if I can tell anyone. It's just that John and I are, uh, having a few problems."
"Come on, sit down and let me fix you a drink," Brent said, leading her over to the couch.
Carol reddened, recalling the fantastic scenes she'd observed on that couch - Brent with Amy, Lucie with Tom. She sat, and Brent went to the portable bar in the corner and made stiff drinks for both of them. Then he sat next to her and looked at her with concern. Carol took a long pull on her drink.
"I think I know what's bothering you," Brent said. "If it concerns you and John, and if it's too embarrassing to talk about, it has to be sex. Am I right?"
Carol blushed furiously. Yet she felt the need to discuss her problem with someone. Maybe there was a solution she didn't see. Brent was an old friend, and she could trust him not to give away any secrets. She gathered her nerve and started to talk.
"You're right, Brent," she said shyly. "I think I'm normal, but John . . . well, he just doesn't seem interested any more. He'd rather stay late at the office, grade papers, uh, and I don't know what to do about it. I've tried everything, including confronting him with it. I'm about ready to give up and get a divorce."
"But you still love him?" Brent said.
"Yes," Carol sighed, "but I can't go on like this, Brent. This isn't a marriage."
Brent sighed, too. "These things happen when you've been married awhile," he said. "You tend to get a little bored with each other. I imagine John's in a rut and doesn't know how to get out of it. He's embarrassed to take you to bed because he knows it's no good. But that's no reason for you to suffer or do without."
"What do you mean, Brent?" Carol said eagerly.
He cupped her chin in his hands and looked her right in the eye. "John will come around sooner or later," he said. "He has normal needs, too, and he'll have to change some day. But meanwhile you can take care of your needs. There are plenty of guys around who'd be glad to help you out. Like me, for instance."
Before Carol could react, he was kissing her. She felt a dizzying mixture of emotions. She knew it was wrong to be kissing her friend's husband, even to do it while she was still John's wife. But the firm hungry touch of Brent's mouth brought her stored-up lust quickly to the boiling point, and she wanted nothing more than to sink into his embrace and let herself go completely.
Brent eased her back against the couch and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His tongue tickled over hers, probing, sensuous. Carol felt burning heat in her pussy. It was so thrilling to be wanted by a man again. As he ran his hands over her tall curvy body, she shivered with need. What to do? Brent was hers for the asking, but could she really bring herself to cheat?
Brent chuckled and kept her locked in a tight embrace. "You certainly have some old-fashioned notions, lady," he said. "Everybody steps out nowadays, and what Lucie and John don't know won't hurt them."
"But they're right upstairs," Carol protested. "They could come down here at any moment."
"Uh-uh," Brent said. "You know John will have his nose in his work till midnight. Lucie's in a hot card game with the Archers, and I told her I was going to bed early. Matter of fact, I was, till I found you crying."
He kissed her again, snaking his tongue eagerly into her mouth. Carol still didn't know what to do. She wanted very much to get laid, and she was powerfully attracted to Brent, but she still felt uneasy about it. Brent kissed her lingeringly, easing her down on the couch till he was lying half on top of her.
"Brent, please," Carol said, "you're moving too fast for me. I still haven't made up my mind."
"No problem," Brent grinned. "We'll just move slower. We'll fool around awhile and see what you decide."
He started unbuttoning the top of her dress. Carol knew she should stop him, that she should refuse and get out of that room, but she seemed paralyzed with indecision. Her heart hammered as Brent opened the front of her dress and tugged it down to her waist. Her big globe-shaped tits looked about to burst from her tiny pink bikini bra.
"All these years I've been wondering if those fantastic knockers were for real," Brent said. "Now I know. I've been dying to touch them, too."
"Brent . . ." Carol began.
Too late. He was reaching around her and deftly unhooking her bra. He drew it off and gawked at her magnificent big breasts. They stood up firm and thrusting even though she lay on her back. The flesh was creamy-pale and flawless, the nipples dainty and pink. Carol blushed furiously. John was the only man who'd ever seen her naked tits.
"Fantastic," Brent sighed. "Gorgeous. I get a hankering for big boobs now and then."
Carol didn't think that was very nice of him, considering that poor Lucie was practically flat-chested. But Lucie was the least of her concerns right now. She watched as Brent became glassy-eyed with lust and started breathing hard and heavily. He reached out and cupped her big heavy jugs, hungrily molding and squeezing the hot satiny flesh. Carol moaned softly. It felt marvelous to have her tits played with.
Brent greedily molded great fistfuls of soft warm tit-flesh. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her soft pink nipples and coaxed them into throbbing stiffness. Carol couldn't move. It was too exquisite, too thrilling, to be wanted like this again. John hadn't been so excited about her since the early weeks of their marriage. She lay still, indulging herself in it.
"Feel nice?" Brent asked.
"Ummmm-hmmmmm," Carol said shyly, "but . . ."
"I know," he laughed, "you still haven't made up your mind. I'm not worried. I think I know how to persuade you."
That was just what Carol was afraid of. This man was an expert lover, as she'd already observed, and in her state of pent-up need, he could easily seduce her. She still wasn't sure she wanted that to happen. She wanted to be fucked, in the worst way, but how would she feel afterwards? Would she ever be able to face John and Lucie again?
While she struggled with these questions, Brent wasted no time. He bent low over her and began kissing her big naked tits, his lips tickling deliciously over the sensitive flesh and tingling pink nipples. Carol felt her famished pussy starting to swell and heat. Her cunt began to ooze hot sticky cream. She was so horny, she could have screamed.
"Beautiful," Brent was murmuring. "Nicest boobs I ever saw. That idiot John doesn't know what he's missing."
"Tell me about it," Carol sighed.
"He doesn't do this to you?" Brent asked.
"He doesn't do anything to me," Carol said wearily. "If we ever make love, which is damned seldom, it's over in five minutes."
"That boy needs to learn some new tricks," Brent said. "He'd be a fool to lose you. But that's not our concern right now."
He stuck out his wet red tongue and used it to tickle and lash her stiff sensitive nipples, darting back and forth between them. Carol felt stinging pleasure that streaked right down to her swelling moist slit. It was so great to have a man taking time with her, deliciously arousing her. John never did that any more. It was on and off, usually even before she could come.
Dizzily she tried to remember Brent's words of counsel - that John would change his ways one day, but meanwhile she could be having fun with other men. Was that really so terrible, as long as John didn't know about it? Brent's hot wet tongue teased her pulsing erect nipples, making her shiver with lust, and once again she was powerfully tempted just to give in to him.
Brent must have known that she was on the point of surrender, but he wasn't taking any chances. He did all he could to get her hotly and mindlessly aroused. Now be brought his mouth down on her left nipple, encasing the tender pink bud in heat and wetness. He started to suck her nipple fast and hard. Carol gasped, then moaned with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "OHHHHHH"
She was ashamed of herself for that outburst, but she just couldn't help it. It was so wonderful to have a man eagerly making love to her again. Brent sucked her left nipple till it quivered and throbbed, then went for the right one. All the while Carol felt paralyzed, unable to make a decision one way or the other.
When Brent had sucked both her pretty little nipples into quivering points, he raised his head and studied her. She was flushed with arousal, her blue eyes glowing lustily, her teeth flashing as she panted. Yet there was still a look of doubt in her eyes. Brent took quick measures to eliminate it. Carol felt his hand creeping up under her skirt.
"Oh, Brent!" she gasped. "I don't know if you should do that."
"No harm in it," he assured her. "We're not actually balling, are we? Just touching each other, fooling around. No big deal."
He sounded so sensible, so calm, that Carol lay back unprotesting as he eased his hand up her silky thighs and touched the moist hot crotch of her panties. The moment he touched her there, she felt burning need. Her poor starved cunt was aching to be filled, pounded by a good stiff cock. Brent lay against her, and she could feel the steel-stiff line of his prick against her thigh. She wanted it. God help her, she wanted it desperately.
"Easy," Brent whispered. "We haven't done anything yet. Just a trial run to help you decide."
His soothing words relaxed her. She felt his fingers creeping inside her panties, touching the soft golden fur of her muff. He cupped the warm springy curl-patch and squeezed. Carol stifled a lusty moan. Then his hand crept lower, a finger easing between the furry lips of her bush. He touched the hot little lump of her clit, then began to rub it gently but steadily.
"Ohhhhhh," Carol moaned.
Again she couldn't suppress a horny cry. It felt marvelous to have his finger stroking her starved little joy button. Somehow it felt better than when she did it herself. Sharp waves of pleasure rippled through her whole moist hot pussy as he frigged her clit. Her aroused cunt leaked a big flood of juice that wetted his finger. Carol blushed furiously - he must have felt that.
Brent chuckled and said, "Don't be embarrassed, honey. Your reaction is perfectly natural. Of course, this feels good. Just relax and enjoy it."
Once again his hypnotic voice lulled her, and she relaxed, letting her thighs part a little more. Brent massaged her horny little love-bud faster and with more pressure. The plump red button grew stiff and throbbing, and her cunt leaked more hot horny juice onto his finger. Carol was so aroused that she could barely suppress her cries.
This is wrong, she thought, but do I really care?"
She had a quick vision of Brent fucking Amy, and, even more pertinent, Lucie balling Tom. Hell, everybody did it. Lucie couldn't expect fidelity from Brent when she herself was guilty of cheating. As her arousal heightened, Carol began convincing herself that it was all right to make it with her friend's husband.
As for John, what right had he to expect her to be faithful when he didn't do his job in bed? Wasn't she entitled to a normal sex life? As Brent's expert finger frigged faster and faster on her hot little joy button, Carol convinced herself that it was all John's fault, that if he'd taken care of her needs like a husband should, she wouldn't be here now.
Brent seized her tiny slick clit between his fingers and began to knead it. The pleasure was so sudden and sharp that Carol almost rose right off the couch. This time she lost all self-control. She arched her body upward, feeding him her horny little love-bud, hot juice gushing from her starved little box.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned. "AHHHHHHH!"
Brent saw that his technique was working, and he kneaded even faster and harder on her soaked little clit. Carol had lost all will to resist. She let herself go, needing it, craving it, till she was quivering on the very verge of orgasm. Her famished pussy jerked up and down, and she clawed the couch in her excitement.
"Oh, God, yes!" she whined. "Keep doing that. Just a little more, Make me come!"
But Brent abruptly let go of her red-hot clit and said huskily, "Uh-uh, no tickee, no washee, baby. If you wanta get off with me, you have to go all the way. And I think in another minute you'll want to."
He slid his hand even deeper into her soaking wet slit and found the small juicy mouth of her cunt. He eased a stiff middle finger inside the oozing hot hole, going into her slowly, tantalizingly. Carol held her breath while she felt the delicious invasion of his thick finger, then moaned hoarsely when he'd pushed in to the last knuckle.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried.
She so desperately needed something long and stiff in her starved little box. She panted and bucked her hips when Brent began to work his finger in cock-like motions, reaming and stuffing her frantically needy twat. Once again she lost the will to resist and rose rapidly towards climax.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she panted.
But once again Brent whipped his finger away when she was just about ready to come. It was hellishly frustrating, but she understood it. He wanted her to be at a peak of arousal when they fucked. IF they fucked. She looked at him dizzily, still not quite able to commit herself to adultery. Her eyes widened. Brent was lowering his pants and shorts in one deft movement.
"Brent?" she squeaked.
He didn't answer. He kicked off his lower garments and knelt over her, straddling her legs. His cock was practically in her face, thick and rigid and ready. Carol stared hungrily at it. Six inches of steel-hard meat, that big bulbous drooling head - God, how she wanted it! As she gawked, Brent suddenly pushed her skirt up to her waist and grabbed her panties.
"Brent, NO!" Carol gasped.
She was dizzy with need, her reactions slow. He had her panties off almost before she knew it. He gawked hungrily at her lovely little golden muff and moist pink pussy. Then he threw himself onto her hard, wriggling between her thighs. The hot hard head of his cock poked roughly against her tender gash, seeking the mouth of her cunt.
"Brent, for God's sake!" Carol cried, pushing at his shoulders. "I didn't say yes. I didn't say I'd do it. Please, let me go!"
Her words did no good. Though Carol was a tall strong girl, Brent, a trained athlete, easily overpowered her. She was pinned beneath him, unable to wriggle loose. She felt the big knobby head of his cock poking and skidding on the slippery hot flesh of her pussy. Then he found the target, his thick hard meat pushing roughly into her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" Carol cried.
From the second he entered her cunt, she stopped fighting him. It felt too great, she needed it too much. She blanked out the future and went with the moment, letting her legs fall wide open, welcoming his thick hard prick deep into her flaming-hot box. Brent eagerly thrust all the way into her, his bulbous cock-head butting her womb. He fucked her furiously.
"Oh, Ohhhhh, OHHHHHH!" Carol wailed, clinging to him, jerking her pussy to his strokes. Her steamy-hot cunt-cream gushed thickly around his slamming cock.
"Glad you made your decision," Brent said dryly.
"Oh, God, Brent, don't talk," Carol moaned. "Don't make fun of me. I need this, dammit, I NEED IT!"
He gripped her tighter. "Sorry," he panted. "Just dig it, honey. I'll make it the best for you."
He wasn't exaggerating. It was the best fuck she'd had in years, maybe the best ever. He fucked her tirelessly, ramming his thick meat into her hard and deep and fast, just the way she needed it. In less than a minute she was coming, howling and bucking with dizzying pleasure, and after that she climaxed again and again.
She realized she was making up for years of frustration, working out a great load of suppressed lust and need. She was glad. Brent's big pounding cock felt marvelous to her, and soon she had her legs around his heaving back, opening herself to him totally. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she forgot all her inhibitions and doubts.
"Oh, God, it's so good!" she whined. "Your cock feels so good in me, Brent. Don't stop! Keep fucking me!"
"You bet I will, baby," he panted. "You're the nicest piece I've had in a long time."
Their greedy frantic fucking must have lasted half an hour, and Carol lost track of how many times she'd come. She didn't want it to stop, ever, but even a terrific stud like Brent had to give out sometime. At last he groaned and filled her snug box with steamy-hot come.
Well, she'd done it. She'd cheated on John, fucked Lucie's husband. She waited to feel sorry.
And waited . . .
Chapter Five
Guilt finally did overcome her, of course, as she knew it would. She crept quietly upstairs from the rec room and down the hall to her room. She could hear Lucie and the Archers, still at their card game. They hadn't suspected a thing. The only person she had to worry about was John.
She hesitated outside the door, her heart knocking. What if John actually kept his promise and made love to her? He'd find her cunt filled with another man's come. Somehow she'd have to put him off, grab a shower. But even if she did, would he see the guilt on her face? Nervously she entered the bedroom.
She needn't have worried. John was in bed, asleep, and open book on his lap, his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. The sight was all too familiar. She sighed deeply, knowing he hadn't intended to make love to her at all. He'd have put it off, asked to read one more chapter in his book, then one more. It was the same old story.
"Okay for you, John," she said softly. "Now I know how it has to be."
She put away his book, removed his glasses, and got into her nightgown. Slipping into bed beside him, she tried to fall asleep, but it wouldn't happen. She was nervous, afraid, and full of guilt. She tossed and turned for at least an hour, then gave up. Putting on a robe, she wandered out to the living room, thinking that a drink might relax her.
To her surprise, Brent was still up, though it was past midnight. He was sitting on the big fur rug in front of the fireplace, watching the flames, and when he saw Carol, he smiled. She felt instant lust. In spite of her worry and guilt, she knew she was hotly attracted to this man.
"Hi, beautiful," Brent said. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I couldn't sleep," Carol said. "I thought I'd make myself a drink."
"Make me one, too, will you, please?" he said. "I can't seem to settle down, either. Overexcited, I guess."
Carol reddened and hurried over to the bar. She made the drinks and went to sit near Brent on the rug. She took a long swallow of her drink and said, "I feel really shitty."
"Shitty?" Brent chuckled. "About what?"
"You know," Carol sighed, "about what we did. I couldn't stay in bed beside John, I felt so guilty about cheating on him."
"Oh, for chrissake, that's ridiculous!" Brent said firmly. "You had every right to do what you did. I mean, you're entitled to a decent sex life. That's why you got married. So if he's not doing it for you, you have a right to get it somewhere else."
"That's what I told myself," Carol sighed, "but it didn't seem to help. I don't know how you can be so cool about it, Brent."
"Lucie and I have that kind of arrangement," he said. "We agreed from the beginning that we might want a little variety some day, and that as long as we were discreet about it, it was all right. So tonight I took advantage of that agreement."
Carol was silent for a moment, wondering how Brent would feel if he knew that Lucie was making it with Tom Archer. Maybe he wouldn't be so cool then. It was okay for him to play around, but he might feel differently about his wife doing it. She knew perfectly well that John would be horrified if he found out about her and Brent.
"Well, your marriage is just different, that's all." she said at last. "John would never go for anything like that."
"That's pretty fucking unfair, when he isn't taking care of you in bed," Brent replied. "Don't let that sway you, Carol, because I certainly hope this won't be the last time for you and me."
He was looking at her hungrily as he spoke. Carol blushed deeply, knowing what was on his mind. He moved closer to her on the rug, and her uneasiness increased. Clearly Brent wanted to make love to her again, but could she bring herself to do it? She took another long swallow of her drink.
"What about it, baby?" he said. "All the others are asleep. Haven't you ever wanted to get laid on a bearskin rug in front of a fire?"
He was smiling, but there was urgency in his voice. Glancing down, Carol saw that the crotch of his pants was sharply tented. Her blush deepened. She realized that since she'd given in to him once, Brent would expect her to make love with him again and again. She'd gotten herself into a serious dilemma.
"That sounds very romantic, Brent," she said, forcing a smile. "But don't you think we'd better quit while we're ahead? We didn't get caught the first time, but it could happen."
"No, they're all out for the count," Brent said, easing even closer to her, till their thighs were touching. "Come on, honey, don't be so uptight. You know you enjoyed the hell out of it. And I've just been sitting here thinking about you and how much I want to make it with you again."
Carol moaned softly. Brent wasn't going to give up easily, she could see that. And his physical closeness was beginning to arouse her. Though they'd make love just a few hours before, she was already horny again. It was going to take more than one quick encounter to make up for all her years of frustration. She really had to watch herself.
"Brent, I don't think so . . ." she began to say.
But before she could continue, he threw his arms around her and drew her down on the rug, kissing her hard. He pinned her with his powerful body, and she couldn't wriggle loose. She felt his hot slippery tongue sliding deep into her mouth, and she experienced blazing lust in her pussy. Guilty as she felt toward John, she still wanted this man.
Brent prolonged the kiss, running his hands over her soft warm body, feeling her big full breasts through the thin material of her nightgown and robe. Carol wished she'd put on some underwear before leaving the room. He caressed lower, exploring her firm little waist, curvy hips and soft springy muff. Carol gasped and jerked her face away from his.
"Brent, we really mustn't," she said. "I feel badly enough as it is. How could I ever face John again if we got it on?"
"I told you, baby, it won't hurt him if he doesn't know about it," Brent panted. "Come on, be nice to me. Help me out. I need you, Carol! Just feel this."
He seized her hand and brought it down on the hard throbbing lump of his fly. He pressed her palm against the hot stiff meat, and Carol went dizzy with longing. She couldn't help but remember how great it had felt to have his cock in her and what a fine lover he'd been. God help her, she wanted him again, wanted him urgently. She felt her hungry little cunt starting to cream.
Still she hesitated. It would be delicious to ball him again, but was it really worth the guilt and worry she'd feel later? Wouldn't it be more honest to divorce John before she started running around? And yet she didn't want to leave John, not if she could help it. She felt totally confused.
Brent saw her hesitation and said quickly, "Look, I understand how you feel. You love the guy, you don't really want to cheat on him. I can dig it. But let's make a deal, Carol."
"A deal?" she said nervously. It was so hard to think when his rigid cock was rubbing her belly and reminding her of all the pleasure she could have from it.
"Let me do just one thing to you," Brent said, his voice husky with longing. "I won't fuck you, not unless you ask me to. But let me do just this one thing, and then you can decide."
Carol felt too confused and weary to argue. "All right," she said meekly.
Brent grinned. Then he scooped down her body and lifted her robe and nightgown. Carol gasped but didn't protest. She was quite sure he couldn't change her mind, and this agreement would give her time to think. It was pretty distracting, though, when he pushed her clothes up to her waist and exposed the golden fur of her bush.
"Open your legs for me, baby," he said.
Carol stiffened.
"You promised you wouldn't fuck me," she said.
"I won't," Brent replied. "I'm just gonna play with your pussy a little."
Shyly Carol opened her legs and drew them back at the knees, fully exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of blonde hairs. She didn't want to do it, but she'd agreed and didn't want an argument. Brent knelt between her legs and stared eagerly at her lovely rosy slit.
"You've got a gorgeous pussy," he said. "I didn't really get to look at it before. Beautiful."
"Please, Brent," Carol said nervously, "you better get on with it . . . whatever you had in mind. I'm so afraid someone will wake up and catch us . . ."
"Don't worry, they won't," he said. "Just relax. I know you're gonna go for this."
Then to Carol's astonishment, he went belly down between her legs and she felt his hot moist breath fanning her naked pussy. Her face flamed. No one, not even John, had even inspected her gash that closely. And what in hell was he doing down there? She felt him panting, and then his hair tickled her tender inner thighs.
"Brent, what in heaven's name?" she began.
Then she stopped abruptly, stunned with pleasure. It was like no pleasure she'd ever experienced before - sharper, hotter, more delicious. Something warm and wet was caressing the supersensitive button of her clit. Looking down dizzily, she saw that Brent was using his wet red tongue-tip to lap and tickle her clit, swishing it steadily back and forth.
Carol blushed furiously. John had never eaten her pussy, of course. This was her very first time. She knew lots of people did it, but it seemed so wicked, so strange. Should she demand that he stop? Wasn't it wanton of her to lie there with her legs lewdly spread, letting a man tongue her slit?
On the other hand, she was dying to know what it was like. Ever since she'd spied on the two illicit pairings in the rec room, she'd been fantasizing about having her pussy eaten. So far it felt fantastically good. Carol made up her mind. She wouldn't resist. She just had to have this experience at least once in her life, and she was pretty sure she'd never get it from John.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured, encouraging Brent to go on.
She relaxed, her body limp and submissive. She kept her thighs wide open. Brent gently parted the golden-furred lips of her muff so he could reach more of her clit. His hot wet tongue swished and tickled around and around the moist red shaft of her joy button, and hot pleasure radiated through her whole belly.
"Oh . . . my God . . ." Carol moaned softly.
She hadn't known anything could feel so good. Balling was wonderful, too, of course, but in a different way. This pussy eating stuff was so delicious, she wanted it to go on forever. Quite soon her slit began to swell and grow very hot, and her hungry little box began to leak a continuous stream of warm thick cream.
"You like it so far?" Brent asked in a muffled voice.
"Yes," Carol admitted with a blush, "it's very nice, Brent. I never felt anything so nice."
He raised his head in surprise. "You mean nobody ever did this to you before? John doesn't go down on you?"
"No," she said sadly. "I guess he doesn't believe in that kind of thing."
"Goddamn fool!" Brent muttered. "No wonder you were unhappy. But jut put that out of your mind for now, baby. Relax and enjoy, because it's gonna get even better."
He lowered his face into her crotch once again, and then Carol felt his slick moist tongue returning to her eager clit, lapping, tickling, rimming. It felt so wonderful that all thoughts of John went out of her mind. She was conscious only of the delicious hot sensations radiating from her clit as Brent expertly tongued her.
"Ohhhhh, it's so nice!" she sighed.
Brent rewarded her by tonguing her hot little love-bud even faster. Carol squealed with pleasure and soaked his chin with a big rush of cunt-cream. She found herself instinctively arching her pussy upwards, offering him her clit, and her slim hips writhed with horny eagerness. Inwardly she cursed John for never having done this to her. My God, the fun they'd missed!
Brent used his stiff tongue-tip to rim her eager wet clit faster and faster, till she was breathless with pleasure and helplessly clawing the furry rug. She didn't think anything could possibly feel any better, but it did when he suddenly pressed his lips to her soaked little joy button and began to suck it. The pleasure was devastating.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Carol gasped.
She dug her nails into the rug and slammed her greedy little clit into his mouth. Brent sucked the hot bud inside and tickled it with his tongue. Then he sucked it fast and hard, bathing it with his boiling saliva. Carol saw the room spin, and then she closed her eyes in total bliss, feeling her pussy melt and glow with pleasure.
"Oh, my God, Brent, it's fantastic!" she panted. "Never felt anything so good. Ahhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHHH!"
She'd forgotten that it was possible to get off this way, because of course it had never happened to her before. So it came as a surprise when she suddenly experienced that super-hot explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. Then she was bucking, writhing, and trying not to scream with delight. She'd never had a more powerful orgasm.
Brent quickly slid his hands under her churning little ass and held her in place, sucking furiously on her clit as she came. It intensified her pleasure enormously, and she felt her dizzying climax was going on forever. Finally, though, her spasms passed, and she went limp, gasping for breath.
Brent raised his face from her steaming pussy and grinned at her. His chin was soaked with her come. "I gather you liked that?" he said.
"Oh, my God, yes," Carol exclaimed, too delighted to be shy about it. "It was marvelous."
"Well, that was just for openers," Brent said. "Just wait till you feel THIS."
He was nosing into her pussy again, his expert tongue lashing and tickling all over the soaked scarlet flesh. Though she could still feel the faint after-shocks of her orgasm, Carol was instantly lusty again. She couldn't get enough of his delicious pussy-eating. When she felt his tongue rapidly rimming the very mouth of her cunt, she moaned excitedly.
His big firm hands still cupped her little round ass, and now he drew her slit up against his mouth, breathing heavily on it. Carol quivered with pleasure. Then she felt his thick juicy tongue poking right into her cunt, in and out, in and out, a teasing snaking motion. Her heart hammered with excitement.
"Oh, Brent, ohhhh!" she gasped.
"Want me to put it all the way in?" he said.
Carol hesitated a second. It seemed to be so wicked, asking a man to put his tongue in her cunt. But did she want it?
"Yes!" she panted. "Yes, do it!"
He chuckled, and then she felt the thick stiff tongue-meat thrusting hard into her eager juicy cunt-hole. It was exactly the sensation she craved just then, something long and firm in her lusty little box. She whined blissfully as it went into her. He pushed in as far as he could, right to the root of his tongue. Carol couldn't believe how marvelous it felt.
"Oh, Brent, it's fantastic," she whined. "I just love it."
Another muffled chuckle, and then to her delight he began to fuck her with his tongue. He jerked it stiffly and fast in her boiling-hot box, working it just like a swollen eager cock. Carol responded to his tongue-fucking with howls of pleasure - until she realized she might wake someone up. Even then she couldn't stop her hoarse low moaning.
"Yes, yes, it's so good!" she panted. "Don't stop, darling. I love it . . . I LOVE IT!"
Brent seemed to know every trick in the book when it came to arousing a woman. He worked his stiff tongue steadily up and down in her soaked little twat, and he rubbed his nose back and forth over her highly sensitive clit. The combination was too much for Carol. In seconds, she felt her whole belly exploding in another powerful orgasm.
"EEEEEE!" she shrieked.
Nothing in her experience equaled the stunning pleasure she felt as Brent steadily tongue-fucked her all through her body-rocking orgasm. She went completely out of control, wailing, writhing, soaking his face with gushing steamy cunt-cream. Only when she went limp and sighing did he pop his juicy tongue from her box and come up for air.
"I think maybe you enjoyed that a little," he said dryly.
Carol laughed helplessly. She wasn't going to swell his ego by admitting it was the best thing she'd ever felt, but she did say, "It was wonderful, Brent, just wonderful."
"And you and John never do that?" he said.
"Never," she sighed.
"He doesn't even let you give him head?" Brent said wonderingly.
Carol blushed. "Oh, no, I don't think he'd like that at all," she said.
"The hell he wouldn't," Brent laughed. "There isn't a guy alive who doesn't dig it. John's probably just too uptight to ask. You ought to try it on him sometime."
"I wouldn't even know how to do it," Carol sighed.
"Nothing to it," Brent grinned. "Here you can practice on me."
Before she could reply, he was lying beside her, on his back, his pants down to his knees. His thick rigid cock stood straight up, lewdly pointing at the ceiling. Carol stared at the swollen pale shaft and knobby purple head. She'd fantasized about cock-sucking, of course, but did she really want to do it? Could she really take that huge thing in her mouth and suck on it? Slowly she moved to her knees.
"Go ahead," Brent said eagerly. "All you have to do is take it in your mouth, as much as you can, and then suck."
Carol's curiosity got the better of her. After all, she thought, she might just want to do as Brent suggested and give John a surprise blow-job. She'd better grab the chance to learn how. She bent low over his stiff-standing prick and gingerly slid her mouth down over the fat oozing head. Bobbing lower still, she was able to take about half his cock into her mouth.
"That's it!" Brent panted. "Now just suck it, as hard and fast as you want."
Carol obeyed, her long blonde hair flying as she began to suck swiftly on his hot silky meat. Almost right away she decided she liked it. It was fun to suck on his smooth fat dick, and she liked the salty taste of his dribbling juices. Carried away with excitement, she sucked faster and faster.
"Hey, terrific!" Brent gasped. "You learn fast, baby. You got it just right the first time. But you better quit now. I've got other ideas for this hard-on."
Reluctantly Carol let his rigid cock snap from her mouth. It seemed more stiff and swollen than ever, and it glistened with her saliva. She wanted it desperately. Brent didn't even have to ask for her decision, and he knew it. He quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and once more shoved her clothes up to her waist.
Carol waited, quivering with need, while Brent knelt behind her and popped the fat wet head of his prick into her juicy little cunt-mouth. He pushed deep into her, and she groaned ecstatically. She was starved for that stiff hard presence in her cunt.
"Oh God, YES!" she whined. "Yes, Brent, fuck me! I want it so much!"
Right away he gave her what she wanted and needed. He seemed to sense that gentle balling wouldn't do the job, not after her long frustration, and he fucked her roughly, almost savagely, his belly smacking against her pert little ass with each powerful thrust.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Carol wailed.
She thought very briefly of John, innocently sleeping just down the hall, but then she was off on a rising spiral of pleasure, and she didn't give a damn about anything but Brent's furious fucking.
Chapter Six
Next morning the cabin was still snowed in. The phone was still out, too, and no help was in sight. Brent assured everyone that there was no danger. Rescuers would be along in a few days, and mean while there was plenty of food.
Nobody seemed upset except John. He grumbled about missing his classes at the university. Once again he proposed to spend the whole day in his room, grading papers and reading. This time Carol didn't argue with him. She wanted to be alone herself. She had a lot of heavy thinking to do.
After she'd helped Lucie and Amy make breakfast and wash the dishes, Carol announced that she hadn't gotten enough sleep and was going to take a nap in one of the spare rooms in the basement. This was partly true. She and Brent had been up making love till nearly three in the morning. But mainly she just wanted to be by herself and think.
She went downstairs, found an empty room, and stretched out on the bed. Thank God she didn't have to be in the same room with John today. She couldn't have faced him. She felt terrible guilt about being unfaithful to him, especially now that she'd done it twice. She blushed to recall her behavior with Brent. She certainly hadn't put up much resistance with him.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do?" she sighed.
She had three choices. She could accept her marriage as it was, sexless and without affairs. Or she could stay married to John and fool around on the side. Finally, she could divorce John and try to find another husband. Carol didn't like any of these choices.
She still loved John, and what she really wanted was to revive their sex life. But with his attitudes, that seemed an impossible dream. She thought and thought, but found no solutions. She only knew that she couldn't leave John, yet she couldn't live without sex. Finally, out of sheer frustration and exhaustion, she fell asleep on the bed, still fully dressed.
Some time later she came groggily awake, sure that she'd heard a strange noise. She lay facing the wall, and she glanced at her watch. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. Everything was quiet. The noise must have been her imagination, she decided. Without turning or even moving, she started to drift back to sleep.
Then she definitely felt someone sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"W-Who is it?" she squeaked.
A hand touched her shoulder.
"Hey, don't panic, it's just me, Tom," he said.
Sleepily Carol turned and saw Tom Archer sitting close to her. He caressed her shoulder in a friendly manner, but she was sure she didn't see friendship in his eyes. He was looking at the ripe curves of her body, well-outlined by her skin-tight jeans and jersey. Carol felt panic.
"What are you doing here, Tom?" she demanded.
He grinned - and, damn him, he had a terrifically sexy grin. "Just thought I'd check on you," he said. "You've been gone a long time. I was wondering if you were all right."
Bullshit, Carol thought. It obviously wasn't her health he was concerned about.
"Where are the others?" she asked.
"John's still buried in his work," Tom said, "and the rest followed your example and went for naps. I'm the only one up and around. I don't imagine anybody will wonder about us till dinner-time."
Carol reddened. The implication was clear. She and Tom had plenty of time to get it on. She stared up at him, thinking how really attractive he was, husky and blond and very sexy. She was tempted. But she had John and Amy to think about. She didn't want to feel the terrible guilt she'd had after making it with Brent.
"Well," she said with a weak smile, "thanks for waking me up, Tom. It's probably time I got started on some dinner preparations. I can't let Lucie and Amy do all the work."
She started to sit up, but Tom quickly stretched out beside her and held her by the shoulders. He looked her intently in the eye. "There's plenty of time yet to start dinner," he said. "Let's talk awhile, Carol. I wanted to tell you how attracted I am to you. Have been ever since we met."
Carol's blush deepened. Damn the snowdrifts, anyhow, they'd left people with nothing to do but loll around the cabin and think about sex. Obviously Tom was horny and had been thinking about her - alone in the basement and having some kind of estrangement from John. Everybody must have noticed that she and John were on the outs. Tom drew the conclusion that she was ready for adultery.
"Uh, that's nice, Tom," she said uneasily. "But I really don't think its right for us to be alone together in a bedroom. I'm going up to the kitchen now."
Again Carol tried to rise, but Tom held her down by the shoulders. A wicked grin spread over his handsome tanned face, and then he was dipping low, planting his mouth on hers. At the same moment he shifted his body to lie half on top of her. Against her thigh Carol felt the steel-hard lump of his erect cock.
Oh-oh, she thought, now what do I do?
Tom was a terrific kisser, she had to admit. His lips alternately bruised, massaged, and caressed hers, and he wiggled his tongue into her mouth slowly and sensuously. She felt a hot spark of desire deep in her pussy. It really would be fun just to relax and let him take her. But her conscience was too strong for an easy surrender.
As he kissed her, he ran his hands up and down her tall curvy body, exploring her ass and hips and waist and breasts. He seemed pretty confident that she'd give in. Her gentle protests hadn't worked with him. Carol decided she'd have to be blunt. She managed to wrench her mouth away from his and speak.
"All right, Tom," she said as calmly as she could. "Let's have it. You seem to think we should get it on, cheat on John and Amy. Is that it?"
Tom reddened a little, confronted with the blunt truth. "Well, I wouldn't exactly put it that way," he said. "I mean, it wouldn't really be cheating if they didn't know about it."
"Bull!" Carol said. "Cheating is cheating. And I don't like it. Now let me up, Tom."
"No, wait," he said quickly. "You're right, Carol, I do want us to get it on. I want to fuck you so bad, I could die. I've been thinking about it for months. And if nobody else knows, baby, who can possibly be hurt?"
Carol liked that. She liked it when he admitted the truth, and it was very nice to have a man want her that much. To want her much more than her own husband did - yes, that was very nice. She relaxed a little, and Tom bent low and kissed her again. This time she was instantly horny. Maybe he was right. Who could it hurt if they ripped off a little piece while the others slept?
She felt Tom's big warm hands cupping the peaks of her tits. She could feel the radiating heat right through her bra and jersey. It made her excited, and her nipples quickly went stiff, poking at his palms. His tongue played deliciously over hers. She was tempted, very much tempted to let herself go with him.
And why the hell was she so concerned about Amy and John's feelings? Amy was making it with Brent on the sly. As for John, he might as well be living in a monastery, for all he cared about fucking. Really, no one would be injured if she and Tom had a little friendly fun in bed. Or so she tried to persuade herself as Tom's lingering kiss got her hornier by the second.
Tom raised his head and looked at her hungrily. "Just let me look at you for a while," he pleaded. "I can understand your scruples, Carol, and I respect you for them. But just looking won't hurt anything."
Uh-huh, Carol thought dryly. He was doing his best to lull her suspicions and turn her on. He was trying to seduce her, and she didn't mind. It would be fun to be coaxed. John never coaxed, he just took. Carol didn't reply to Tom's plea. She just lay there and looked at him, pretending to be doubtful and confused.
"I won't go too far, honey," he soothed. "Not unless you want me to."
For sure, Carol thought blissfully.
She'd made up her mind to let him seduce her, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Let him work for it. He raised himself a little and pushed her jersey up over her fully-packed black lace bra. He stared lustily at her ripe cleavage, and then he was reaching around her, unhooking her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and gawked at her magnificent big jugs and pointed pink nipples.
"Gorgeous," he moaned. "Oh, Jesus, you have great tits, Carol!"
She batted her eyes to indicate shyness and confusion, then grinned as he pressed his flushed face to her naked boobs. He kissed them all over. He stuck out his hot wet tongue and worked on her nipples, rimming and lashing one, then the other. Hot buzzes of pleasure streaked all the way down to her pussy. She really looked forward to the moment when they'd fuck.
All right, she was being wanton and adulterous and all that terrible stuff. So what? She wasn't going to get this kind of pleasure and excitement from her husband, and life was too short to do without. She was going to grab this opportunity and enjoy the hell out of it. She could do her worrying and regretting later.
Tom made her little pointed nipples gleam with his saliva, then drew back to admire them. He cupped her big full boobs and molded them eagerly, and Carol almost writhed with excitement. But she tried to hold herself in awhile longer. She wanted to make him work at seducing her. He'd have to do more than just fondle her tits before she'd pretend to give in.
"Please, Carol," he said hoarsely, his eyes glassy with lust, "no one will know. Let's get it on!"
"Oh, I don't think I could do that, Tom. I've never cheated on John," she lied. "But you can go on looking if you want. I guess there's no harm in that."
He gasped at that straw, "Okay, baby, whatever you say. Sure, there's no harm in just funning around a little. And I'd sure like to see the rest of you."
She just smiled. Assuming he had her consent, Tom unsnapped her jeans and drew down the zipper. She lazily raised her pert little ass and allowed him to pull her jeans off. He licked his lips as he eyed her tiny black bikini panties and the few wisps of golden pussy fur which trailed below the leg bands. He reached for her panties.
"Oh, Tom!" she squeaked in mock alarm. "I don't know if you should take my panties off. That might be going too far."
"I'm just going to look," he reminded her. "Please, honey, let me do that much." His voice was croaky with lust.
Carol pretended to take pity on him. "Well, all right," she said primly. "But that's all you get, just a look."
"Sure, sure," Tom said, already tugging down her panties.
He tossed the little garment aside and gawked ravenously at Carol's sweet little triangle of golden muff-fur. Carol felt wickedly excited by the naughty game she was playing and her starved pussy flamed with need. When Tom gently moved her thighs apart, she didn't resist. She'd pretend it was part of the "just looking" agreement. He drew her legs wide open, pushed them bent at the knees, and stared at her luscious golden-fringed gash.
"That lucky sonofabitch John," he sighed.
Carol thought how ironic that was. John was hardly aware any more that she even had a pussy. But she quickly dismissed John from her thoughts. It was such a turn-on to have a man wanting her so desperately, especially a guy as attractive as Tom. She struggled to suppress her horny quivering as he stared and stared at her naked pink slit.
"Oh, Jesus, I can't just look at that gorgeous pussy," he moaned. "It looks good enough to eat! Please, honey, let me go down on you just a little."
"Well, I don't know . . ." Carol frowned, inwardly seething with eagerness.
"It's not fucking," Tom pleaded. "It's just a little harmless fun. You'll like it, I promise."
Like it, hell. She'd adore it. "Well, all right," Carol said primly. "But you have to stop when I tell you to." Which might be a month from now, certainly not any sooner.
"Sure, honey, sure," Tom panted.
He threw himself flat between her widely-stretched legs and she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. She managed not to writhe with excitement, but she couldn't stop the hot trickle of cunt juice that greeted his inspection. As he nuzzled into her slit, she felt her hungry pussy swelling up to meet him. His tongue tickled her tender little clit, and she barely suppressed a screech of delight.
"Easy, easy, baby," Tom said, mistaking her quivering for nervousness. "I'll make it real good for you."
Carol had no doubt about that. She'd already watched him in action with Lucie. She lay back blissfully, keeping her legs wide open, waiting for the incredible sensations of having her pussy licked. She wasn't disappointed. Tom once again pressed his tongue to her horny little joy button and began to lap, steadily, hungrily.
Heady pleasure rippled through her belly as Tom tongued her clit, and the trickle of cream from her cunt became a small steamy river. Her pussy swelled up even more in hot arousal, and her whole lovely body flushed pink with lusty excitement. She couldn't imagine anything that would feel better than that wet lapping tongue on her eager little love-bud.
She did nothing to resist the mounting pleasure that burned through her gash, and she knew she'd be coming very soon. Why fight it? Didn't she have a right to decent sex? Just once in her life, didn't she have the right to experience every wild way of making love, all the exotic things John wouldn't do in bed? Hell, yes. Yes, she was going to enjoy herself fully this time.
She wondered whether to go on with the game. When she came, which would be very soon, Tom would be sure to know it. How could she be coy after that? She didn't get a chance to decide, for suddenly Tom pressed his mouth against her swollen wet clit and started sucking it like crazy. Carol felt her body explode in a bomb-blast of pleasure.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed.
No faking was possible now. She was overcome with the bliss of her orgasm, bucking, howling, creaming all over Tom's face. He seemed startled for a moment, but he soon recovered, jamming his lips onto her clit again and sucking furiously. That intensified her climax to the point where she almost fainted.
"Eeeeee!" Carol screeched. "EEEEEEE!"
By the time her climax ended, her pussy was soaked and so was Tom's face. He raised his head and looked at her wonderingly. Her prim expression had been replaced by a smug little smile, and her lovely face was flushed pink with satisfaction. Carol blushed and quickly rearranged her expression, appearing shy again.
"There," Tom said triumphantly, "I got you off. I knew you'd like it. You dig making out with me, Carol, admit it. No reason why we shouldn't go all the way."
Carol frowned. "I don't agree," she said coldly. "That would be very wrong. I admit I got off, but I couldn't help it. You were the one that suggested giving head. If you can't be content with that, Tom, we'd better quit right now."
"Oh, no," he said quickly. "Just a little more . . . please? I didn't mean to push you, Carol. I guess I just got carried away."
Carol nodded, still looking stern. But her expression changed to glee when he once more nosed into her steamy wet pussy. She knew it was naughty of her to tease him like this, but it was such wicked fun. He'd get his reward pretty soon anyhow. She certainly didn't intend to hold out on him. She just barely stifled a gasp of pleasure when she felt his slippery hot tongue rimming the mouth of her cunt.
Tom swished his tongue around and around her small moist twat-mouth, teasing, tickling. Then he slid his hands under her small firm ass and held her in place as he began to kiss and suck the mouth of her cunt. Carol quivered violently. It felt so damned exciting, she wanted to scream, but she held herself back, wanting to play the game just a little longer.
Even the lewd slurping noise of his sucking excited her. She felt her pussy swelling up again, and soon she was ragingly horny in spite of her climax. She quivered lustily when she felt his thick tongue easing into her juicy snug box. To her complete bliss, he stuffed his tongue into her all the way, spearing her on the slick stiff meat.
He began to work his tongue in her, probing deep and hard. She couldn't keep up her pretense of reluctance any longer. She arched her pussy upward, eagerly offering him the steamy depths of her cunt, and she began to claw the bed in her excitement. Her fragrant cunt-cream gushed around his jerking tongue. She felt herself spinning helplessly toward another orgasm.
Tom gave an especially deep hard thrust with his tongue, and she was off, exploding in pleasure. "Ohhhhh, my GOD!" she wailed.
He cupped her churning ass and tongue-fucked her furiously as she came. Carol didn't try to control her climax. She couldn't. Her instincts took over, and she threw her long legs high in the air, moaning and creaming as she came. At last she flopped down limp and panting, and Tom took his tongue out of her cunt.
"We're going to do it," he said firmly. "You can't tell me you don't want it. Not now. Not after the way you just came."
Carol didn't reply. She pretended to be breathless and dizzy as she watched him get off the bed and take off his clothes. She hungrily admired his thickly-muscled body and the golden mat of hairs on his powerful chest. As he skinned out of his pants and shorts, she ogled his thick seven-inch cock. It was rigid, swollen, ready to go.
Tom scrambled back onto the bed and threw himself on her, pushing her knees apart with his strong legs. Carol couldn't resist prolonging the game for just a few more seconds. She gasped and pushed at his shoulders, tried to close her legs. She assumed an expression of shock.
"Tom, NO!" she gasped. "I didn't say I'd go all the way!"
Irritation flashed in his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and tried to be patient. "Baby, let me just slip it in," he moaned. "Just put it there, see how you like it. If you don't, I'll stop."
A likely story, Carol thought. But before she could think of a come-back, he'd sunk between her silky thighs and was shoving the rigid column of his cock into her slick and juicy box. He pushed clear to her womb in one delicious thrust, and she felt dizzying pleasure. There was nothing better than having her starved little cunt stuffed with thick hard cock-meat.
"Carol," he whined, "baby, please. PLEASE! Don't make me stop now."
The game was over. She couldn't hide her excitement any longer, and she hadn't the heart to tease him any more. Without a word she slipped her arms around his neck and threw her legs around his sweaty heaving back, offering herself to him. Tom groaned with relief and began to ball her, deeply, strongly.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned. "So friggin' good. You won't regret this, baby. I'll make it really good for you."
He kept his word. He fucked her tirelessly, bringing her off again and again. In return Carol didn't cheat him of her blissful response. She let him know how much she loved his fucking, how gratified she felt. She worked her hips in eager time to his strokes, creaming furiously around his pounding cock.
"Oh, Tom!" she whined. "It's so good . . . so damned GOOD!"
"Told you so," he moaned.
"Do it to me harder, darling!" Carol panted. "I want it as hard and fast as you can do it!"
"You got it!" he gasped.
She wasn't saying it just to please him. She knew by now that she needed plenty of rough, even brutal balling to make up for all her years of unsatisfied lust. She literally had to have the frustration fucked out of her. She clung to Tom in total ecstasy, loving every deep savage thrust of his stone-hard cock.
"Yes, yes, do it to me . . . DO IT TO ME!" she screeched.
She imagined John's shock and horror if he should happen to walk in on them now. And she decided that he'd deserve it. If it weren't for her prude of a husband, she wouldn't be balling another man.
"Don't stop," she whined. "Oh, God, Tom, don't ever stop!"
Chapter Seven
Carol had her usual attack of guilts after Tom left. She made a sincere vow to give her marriage another chance. She'd spend the whole evening with John, she decided, and somehow she'd get him away from his work and into bed. Then perhaps she could teach him a few new tricks.
After dinner the three couples sat around talking for awhile. Then, as Carol had expected, John excused himself, saying he wanted to finish doing his papers. Carol got up and started out of the room after him.
"I think I'll go to bed early, maybe read a book," she told the others. "See you tomorrow."
She took John's arm as they walked down the hall, and he gave her a vaguely affectionate look. It wasn't much, but it was encouraging. Ordinarily he looked right through her. The moment they were alone in their room, Carol put her arms around him and kissed him, wriggling against him suggestively.
"Darling," she purred, "you don't really have to do that work right now, do you?"
John kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Afraid so."
He walked over to the card table he was using as a desk, sat down, and put on his reading glasses. Carol just stared at him for a moment, then gave a deep sigh. This wasn't going to be easy. It would take more than a kiss and a hint to get John's mind off his work.
She began undressing, not ten feet from his table. She slipped out of her pants and jersey, kicking off her shoes, and unhooked her bra. She was facing John as she whisked the bra off, and he couldn't have failed to see her big firm naked tits out of the corner of his eye. Still he didn't look up. Carol seized the waistband of her panties and began inching them down.
She moved closer to the table. She slipped the panties down over the delicious rounds of her ass, then over her golden little muff. The panties slithered down her legs and she stepped out of them. No reaction from John. She walked over and stood behind him, snaking her arms around his neck. She kissed the top of his head.
"Couldn't you take just a small break, darling?" she said. "I know something we could do that's a lot more fun than grading papers."
"Uh-huh, pretty soon," John mumbled.
Carol gathered her patience and slipped onto his lap. She was totally naked, her firm round ass rubbing his fly, her large pointed boobs nudging his shirt front. She gave him her most enticing smile as she caressed the back of his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth. Then she picked up his hand and laid it on the soft warm curls of her bush.
She couldn't possibly give him a bigger hint than that. Just sitting naked in his lap was turning her on like mad, and she was sure it must have the same effect on him. She wriggled her hot little tongue into his mouth, pressed her big swollen tits harder against his chest. It had been so long since they'd balled. Surely he must be wanting her by now.
"All work and no play makes John a dull boy," she told him huskily. "Makes his wife awfully restless, too. Please, darling, just a little break?"
John sighed and gently eased her off his lap. "I really have to get this work done," he said. "But there's not many papers left. I should be done by midnight."
Midnight? That was nearly four hours away, and Carol was ragingly horny right NOW. Not trusting herself to speak, she was so angry, she stalked over to the bed and threw herself down on it. She wanted to kick and scream and cry like a four-year-old. What in God's name was the matter with the man? She was sure by now that the problem was John's not hers.
She wasn't any nymphomaniac. She just wanted regular and decent sex, like any healthy young woman. True, she'd been unfaithful to John with two different men that weekend, but that was out of desperation. She'd never have cheated on him if he'd been taking care of her in bed. If only she could get through to him and make him understand how really desperate she was!
She glanced at John. He was bent over his work, his mind a million miles away from her. It was no use trying to talk to him now. She'd have to wait till midnight, maybe later, before she could get his attention. In the meantime she might as well rejoin the others in the living room. She didn't really feel in the mood for reading.
Sighing, Carol slipped on a warm terry cloth robe and slippers. "I don't feel tired after all," she told John. "I'll go sit with the others till you're finished."
"Uh-huh," John said without looking up.
Carol walked slowly down the hall, feeling blue and defeated. She was almost to the living room when she began paying attention to the voices. She paused on the threshold, hidden in the shadows, and listened with growing amazement to what the others were saying.
"Why, you devils!" Lucie was laughing. "You mean you two have been carrying on for six months?"
"That's right," Brent said. "We figured it was time to tell both of you. We got tired of sneaking around."
Lucie and Tom both howled with laughter, and Amy said, "What's so damned funny, you two?"
"Well, I suppose we might as well tell you," Tom said, "since you're being so open. Lucie and I have been having an affair for just about six months, too. We've been debating whether to tell you."
Now Brent and Amy broke into laughter.
"Pretty slick," Brent said. "You sure fooled me."
To Carol's astonishment, nobody seemed angry. There were no tears, fights, or hurt feelings. These were two very unusual couples. This wasn't a scene she should walk in on, either. The Davises and Archers had a lot of private things to discuss. But Carol was terribly curious to know how they'd work it out. She decided it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop if they didn't know about it.
The archway into the living room had heavy drapes on either side, and Carol slipped into the folds. From this secure hiding place, she couldn't be seen, but she had a full view of the living room. She saw the two couples sitting around, drinking and chatting, as calm as if they were only discussing the weather. She shook her head in wonder.
"So now what do we do?" Lucie said. "Just change partners when the mood hits us?"
"I've got a better idea than that," Brent said with a grin. "As I was saying to Amy, wouldn't it be a kick if we all got together at once?"
"Brent, how kinky!" Lucie giggled. "You mean have our own little orgy?"
"You got it," Brent said. "I think it'd be a great cure for boredom."
"I'll go along with that," Tom said eagerly. "Sounds really far out."
"It could be fun," Lucie mused. "What do you think, Amy?"
The little redhead smiled and said, "Sure, why not? I'll try anything once."
"Great," Brent said. "Why not start now? John and Carol are through for the night."
"Too bad we can't get them to join us," Tom said.
Behind the drapes, Carol reddened.
"Are you kidding?" Lucie said. "Carol's a good sport, she might be talked into it, but John? Never. He'd shit a brick if you even mentioned it."
Carol's blush deepened. Lucie had cruelly but accurately described John - her husband, the prude. No way in the world would John take part in an orgy. Carol wondered about herself. She found the idea terribly wicked, even weird. She didn't think she could bring herself to do it. But, boy, would it be fun to watch!
"Lucie's right," Brent said. "We'd better just leave Carol and John out of it. But let's get started."
They all stood up and started taking off their clothes. They did it calmly, without even a blush, but Carol's face was red with shock and wonder. They were actually going to do it. Somehow the four of them were going to get it on. She didn't approve, she didn't understand, but she couldn't tear herself away. Wicked as it might be, she just had to go on watching.
She eyed Brent's powerful chest with its mat of grey and brown hairs, and she felt a little tingle of lust in her pussy. She felt the same thing as she watched Tom undress. She couldn't help remembering how great it had been to make love with both of them. But she'd better not think about such things. She was horny enough as it was. She turned her attention to the women.
Lucie and Amy made a delicious contrast, the former tall and slim and black-haired, the latter tiny and curvy and red-haired. Both were enticing in their own way. They tossed their clothes into a corner and stretched out on the big fur rug in front of the crackling fireplace. Tom and Brent ogled them hungrily.
"Christ," Tom chuckled, "we haven't even started yet, and I'm already turned on."
He proved it when he lowered his pants. His thick seven-inch cock was standing up stiffly, hugging his belly and oozing bright little droplets of cream. Lucie and Amy frankly ogled his hard-on, and Lucie even licked her lips. Tom joined them on the rug. Lucie and Amy bumped hands as they both reached for his cock, and they broke into giggles.
"Maybe we need somebody to control the traffic here," Lucie laughed.
"Guess we'll just have to toss for it," Amy grinned.
"Never fear, ladies," Brent said. "Help is on the way. You'll soon have two cocks to play with."
He dropped his shorts, and Carol gawked hungrily at his gorgeous cock-stand. His prick was so stiffly swollen that it hardly quivered when he strolled over to the rug and sat down. Amy scooted close to him and curled her little fist around his thick pale dick. Lucie took Tom's rigid cock in her hand and began pumping it. The two men exchanged grins.
"Hey, this is all right," Tom said.
"Yeah, a real turn-on," Brent agreed.
Carol was almost breathless with shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The two couples were more or less committing adultery right in front of each other, and nobody seemed to mind at all. On the contrary, they seemed happy and excited.
Lucie smiled warmly as she watched her husband getting a brisk hand-job from Amy. Amy seemed perfectly content to watch Lucie frigging her husband. And if the husbands were jealous of each other, they didn't show it. They seemed turned on by watching their wives playing with another man's cock.
"Oooo, this is fun!" Lucie said.
"Yes, it's so naughty, isn't it?" Amy giggled.
Carol could go along with that. It was the most naughty thing she'd ever seen in her life. But though she completely disapproved of swinging, she couldn't seem to stop gawking at the scene on the fur rug. To her embarrassment, she was getting more horny and excited by the second. She felt her pussy getting swollen, moist and hot.
Brent gently uncurled Amy's little hand from his rigid drooling prick and eased her down on her back. She didn't protest when he opened her legs wide and bent them back at the knees. Her pretty little pink pussy was fully exposed in the mellow fire light. The other three stared at it. Carol blushing hotly. How could Amy just lie there and let them gawk at her slit?
"I know something Amy likes," Brent teased.
He reached out and opened the copper-furred lips of her bush to expose the tiny red button of her clit. He took the little lump between his fingers and began to knead it briskly. Amy gave a shrill little squeal of delight and opened her legs even wider. Sudden moisture appeared around the small mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooo!" Amy squealed. "Ooooooo, YES! Play with my clit, Brent, I just love that."
Her excitement infected the others. Brent flushed with lust as he frigged her hot little clit, and Lucie and Tom drew closer together as they watched, eagerly fondling each other. Tom cupped and squeezed Lucie's small high tits, and she pumped faster on his fat rigid dick. All had their eyes glued to Amy's glowing pink gash, which was getting wetter by the second.
Carol was watching as intently as the others. She noted how pretty Amy's pussy was, with its pure pink flesh and dainty fringe of flame-colored curls. No wonder Brent wanted to play with it. Would he go down on her, right there in front of the others? Carol reddened at the thought, yet it excited her, too.
Slowly, with Brent's expert finger-play on her clit, Amy's pussy got fully soaked with gushing cunt-cream. The petite redhead lay there panting and moaning, her legs wide open, and she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. Her mind was totally on the delicious sensations she was getting as Brent frigged her clit faster and faster.
"Oh, Christ, it's so good," Amy whimpered.
"I'm getting jealous," Lucie said.
Tom laughed and eased her onto her back. "Don't worry, baby," he said. "I'll take care of that."
He pushed her long slim legs open and exposed her whole pussy. It was a startling contrast to Amy's slit, a bright scarlet with a fringe of black curls. Tom knelt between her outstretched thighs and began to play with her clit, pressing a fingertip to the bright red button, rubbing it briskly. Lucie gave a hoarse moan of pleasure, and almost right away thick glistening juice began to leak from her cunt-mouth.
"Ummmmmm, YES!" Lucie cried. "Play with me, darling!"
Carol felt a dizzying mixture of emotions. The scene before her was shocking, the most shocking thing she'd ever seen. She felt disgust at this double adultery, this unashamed free swinging. Yet simultaneously she was hotly turned on by watching. She hadn't worn panties under her robe, and she could feel steamy sticky twat-cream running down her thighs. Why should this kinky scene make her so aroused?
She told herself that it was because she was starving for sex. Anything to do with sex, even this disgusting little orgy, was bound to get her aroused. Yet she knew that wasn't all of it. She wasn't just starved for love-making. She was starved for novelty and excitement, too. She and John had been getting it on in exactly the same way for five years. Watching this bizarre quartet was bound to excite her.
Still she couldn't stop blushing as she spied. Amy and Lucie lying on their backs, soaked pussies wantonly exposed, Tom and Brent busily toying with wet red clits - it was so wicked and daring. Carol thought she'd die of embarrassment if she had to join a scene like that. And John - well, forget it. If he walked into the room right now, he'd probably faint.
Carol couldn't suppress a naughty grin as she thought of John just down the hall studiously grading math papers. My God, if he had any idea of what was going on in the living room, he'd choke. Of course he wouldn't believe it is she told him. The Archers and the Davises were old friends, good people. They wouldn't do anything like this.
"Ahhhhh," Amy moaned, "so damned GOOD!"
"Ummmmmmm, yes, keep doing it to me, darling," Lucie whined.
Both men's fingers were soaked with steamy cunt-cream. Both women's slits were swollen and gleaming. Carol could imagine the dizzying pleasure Lucie and Amy were feeling, and she was powerfully tempted to reach under her robe and play with own hot and needy love-bud. But what if someone caught her? That would be just too embarrassing. She tried to ignore the burning need in her pussy.
Suddenly Amy shrieked and began to come, her curvy little body bucking and writhing. A moment later Lucie was coming, too, and her tall body rocked as she moaned loudly, hoarsely. Carol took a nervous glance down the hall. Surely John could hear all that unrestrained moaning and squealing, but, now, the bedroom door stayed shut. He must have been really absorbed in his work.
When the women had finished coming, Tom bent low between Lucie's legs and parted the black-furred lips of her bush. He eyed the fat little lump of her clit, then stuck out his tongue and began to lap and tease the little button. Lucie groaned and clawed the rug, clearly enjoying hell out of his expert pussy-eating.
"Ummmmmm, fantastic, Tom, darling," she gurgled. "Yes, yes . . . lick my clit!"
"Now I'm feeling jealous," Amy grinned.
"Want me to do something about it?" Brent said eagerly.
"You bet I do, lover," Amy replied.
He dived into her steamy little copper-fringed pussy, and Carol saw his thick red tongue flash out to lash and tickle her fat little joy-button. Amy gave a shrill squeal of delight and threw her legs around his neck, tugging him even tighter into her flaming-hot pussy. Brent's head bobbed briskly as he ate her. Carol almost moaned aloud in envy and longing.
Why not me? She thought wistfully.
She remembered how fantastically good it had felt when Brent went down on her, and the nagging ache in her pussy grew stronger. Damn it all, it seemed so cruel and unfair to be the only woman present who wasn't getting any. She envied Amy and Lucie with all her heart. So what if their husbands played around? At least they got laid. Carol gripped the drapes hard, trying to ignore her starving needy pussy.
She watched the two women, spread out on their backs, legs wide open, heads bobbing between their thighs. She could hear the wet slurping noises Tom and Brent were making with their tongues. She saw the looks of ecstasy on Amy and Lucie's faces as they had their pussies expertly eaten. She could have groaned with jealousy. More steamy twat-juice trickled down her thighs.
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to come again!" Lucie moaned. "Just a little more, darling. Ummmmmm, yes, UMMMMMM!"
Her slim body arched sharply upward as she jammed her horny little clit against Tom's mouth. Then her dark eyes rolled back in her head, and she was writhing, moaning and clawing the rug as she came. Not to be outdone, Brent slipped his hands under Amy's writhing round ass and drew her clit hard against his mouth. He sucked loud and fast on her hot little joy button.
"EEEEE!" Amy screeched.
She cried out so loudly as she came, that Carol thought John would hear for sure. Again she cast a worried glance down the hall, but their bedroom door didn't open. How could he fail to hear all the unrestrained sounds of two women in climax? It sounded like a barnyard gone berserk. The only answer was that he'd dropped off to sleep over a book. Which meant he wouldn't be making love to her tonight. It figured.
"Christ, you girls were noisy," Tom said. "I hope John and Carol didn't hear all that."
Lucie giggled and said, "Oh, they're probably in there getting it on themselves."
Fat chance, Carol thought miserably.
"Wish we could get them in on this," Brent said.
"Forget it," Tom sighed. "You know John. He's a good guy, but when it comes to sex, he's living in the Victorian age."
"Poor Carol," said Amy.
Well, Carol thought, at least I get some sympathy. She'd rather have gotten laid, however. She sighed as she peered out from her hiding place in the drapes. It seemed like everybody had a hot sex life but her and John. Something just had to be done about it. Tomorrow for sure she'd make John listen to her demands - a big change in their love life, or a divorce. But she didn't want to think about that now.
"I just can't leave your pussy alone," Tom was saying to Lucie.
"Have all you want, darling," she replied with a wicked grin.
Tom once more bent low between her legs and began lapping her gleaming scarlet slit with his wet thick tongue. Lucie sighed blissfully as she felt the slick hot meat running from her clit right down to her small wrinkled asshole and back again. Brent and Amy watched, and then Amy grinned and crawled over behind Tom.
"Mind if I join you?" she said.
"The more the merrier," Tom laughed, "but how are you going to find room?"
"You'll see," Amy giggled.
She rolled onto her back and managed to wriggle between two pairs of legs, Tom's and Lucie's. Her curly red head emerged between Tom's muscular thighs, her face right below his crotch. Out flashed her little pink tongue, and she used it to lap and tickle her husband's swollen rosy nut sacs. Tom gasped and quivered.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" he panted. "Amy, you devil. Yes, lick my nuts!"
"Very inventive," Lucie laughed. "Why don't you get in on the fun, Brent?"
"I believe I will," Brent chuckled.
He went belly-down between Amy's legs and nosed into her flame-colored bush. Amy got the idea right away and opened her legs wide for him. Brent stuck out his thick red tongue and began licking her pussy just like Tom was licking Lucie's running his wet tongue from clit to asshole. Amy gave a little squeal of pleasure, then went back to tonguing her husband's balls.
Carol wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. Thanks to the inventive Amy, the two couples had formed a chain, busily eating each other. Tom lapped Lucie's gash, Amy tongued Tom's balls, and on the other end of the chain Brent licked Amy's pussy. Carol could hear the loud wet slurping and sucking noises even from her spying place twenty feet away.
She could no longer define her reactions. She wasn't sure if she was shocked or wildly turned on. She only knew that she couldn't resist watching the whole bizarre orgy. Again she imagined how John would react if he walked in right now, and she smothered a giggle. Poor John, he'd be totally blown away. His friends couldn't possibly do things like this, of course.
"Oh, my God . . . my God!" Lucie was chanting as Tom furiously tongued her wet red slit. "So damned GOOD!"
Tom was panting loudly as he ate her, quivering with pleasure while Amy licked and lashed his sensitive nut sacs with her hot little tongue. Now and then Amy stopped licking his balls and gave a hoarse moan of delight, for Brent was licking her hot little pussy faster and faster. When he raised his head for an occasional breather, Carol saw that his face was wet with Amy's cunt-cream.
"Brent, you're a genius," Lucie sighed. "This is a fantastic idea!"
"I'm forced to agree," Brent chuckled. "Sure beats watching TV."
"Not to mention playing cards," Tom added.
"Even skiing," Amy sighed.
"Thank God for being snowed in," Lucie said, sending them all into laughter.
Carol wished she could share their feelings. Being snowbound hadn't done a damned thing for her except to show her how dead her marriage was. It could have been the perfect chance for her and John to work out their problems, the first time in years that he hadn't been close to the office and his students. But he'd chosen his work instead. At least she knew where she stood.
Tom pressed his face even lower in Lucie's steamy red slit and shoved his thick tongue right up her cunt. Lucie wailed with pleasure and slammed her pussy up to take his tongue as deep as she could. At the same time Brent wriggled his fat red tongue into Amy's eager little box, and the delighted redhead moaned and threw their tongues hard and fast in steamy juicy twats.
"OOOOOOOO!" Amy wailed.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Lucie moaned.
John just had to be asleep, otherwise he would have come running, thinking someone was being murdered. Lucie and Amy were screaming their pleasure as Tom and Brent roughly tongue-fucked them, and in another few seconds the two young women were coming again. Carol gripped the drapes in an agony of envy.
It just wasn't fair, dammit. Lucie and Amy had had three orgasms apiece now, and Carol wasn't getting anything at all. Once again she was tempted to play with herself and get off, but her pride wouldn't permit it. She could only watch longingly as Lucie and Amy came. Then the panting quartet rolled apart for a breather.
They all sipped their drinks, grinning and flushed with excitement. Swinging clearly agreed with them. Nobody seemed at all embarrassed or jealous. Carol tried to imagine herself and John as part of the group, but it was too impossible. Wild horses couldn't have forced John to do anything like that.
"Well, enough of this kid stuff," Brent grinned. "Let's fuck!"
"Great idea," Tom said, looking down at his painfully swollen cock.
"How about it, girls?" Brent said, leering at the two naked young women.
"Lucie, dear," Amy giggled, "do you mind if I ball your husband?"
"Go right ahead, darling," Lucie purred, "as long as I can fuck yours."
"Be my guest," Amy said.
The little redhead got on her hands and knees and poked her small ass saucily up in the air. Brent seized the clear invitation, kneeling behind her and wedging the huge purple head of his cock into her soaked little cunt-mouth. Lucie and Tom watched eagerly as Brent's thick pale dick vanished between Amy's coppery cunt-lips.
"Oooooo!" Amy squealed. "YES! Yes, Brent, do it to me. Do it hard!"
Brent began balling her like a pile driver, slamming his thick hard meat furiously in her steamy snug box. Tom and Lucie couldn't wait a second longer. Tom rolled onto his back, his rigid fat cock sticking straight up, and Lucie leaped aboard, straddling his hips and bringing her dripping cunt-mouth down on his stiff-standing rod.
Carol gawked at the incredible scene. The two couples were fucking right alongside each other, not two feet between them. Lucie grinned at her husband as he balled another woman. Tom winked at Amy as she took it from another man. The double adultery only seemed to excite everyone. Carol was horrified, shocked - and perversely aroused.
Her hands sweated as she clutched the drapes and leaned forward for a better view. Molten hot cunt-juice leaked from her starved little box and gushed down her thighs. She wanted to be fucked so badly, she could have died. Her body quivered with longing. She would have given anything just then for a good stiff cock in her aching cunt.
The two couples were so hotly aroused by their first experience with swinging that it didn't take long at all for them to get off. Lucie and Amy blissfully rode thick pounding cocks with squeals and moans of delight. Tom and Brent eagerly fucked juicy hot little cunts, groaning with pleasure. Suddenly all four of them seemed to explode in one gigantic mutual climax. They writhed, howled, and bucked, their voices mingled.
Feverish with longing and excitement, Carol leaded forward even farther - then gasped as she felt the drapes starting to tear. She let go of them, but too late, for she was falling forward into the room and couldn't stop herself. She gave a squeal of alarm. Then she was flat on her face in the living room, the two couples gawking at her. Carol very slowly raised her head, blushing beet red.
"Why, Carol, how naughty of you to spy," Lucie said. "But we forgive you. Come and join the party."
Chapter Eight
Carol was mortified, she couldn't even speak. But the others seemed delighted with Lucie's suggestion. "Hey, great idea," Brent said. "Come and join the fun, Carol."
Carol finally found her tongue. "Oh, I couldn't do that," she said as cooly as she could manage. "Wouldn't five be a crowd?"
The others remained just as they were when she fell into the room - Brent bending over Amy, his limp cock still inside her, and Lucie sitting on top of Tom, still half-impaled on his shrinking prick. Carol couldn't understand how they could all be so calm. They showed not a trace of embarrassment.
Now they moved. Brent got up and strolled over to Carol, his flaccid wet dick flopping lewdly. He extended a hand to help her up and said, "Hell, there's no such thing as a crowd when it comes to swinging. The more the merrier . . . right, gang?"
"Right!" the others chorused.
Dizzily Carol took his hand and got to her feet. He began to lead her over to the big fur rug, but she dug in her heels and held back. These people were actually serious. They really thought she'd willingly join in their orgy! Well, they had another think coming. No way in the world would she do something like that.
"Brent, let go," she said nervously. "I wasn't kidding. This, uh, just isn't my style."
"Oh, come on, Carol, loosen up," Lucie said, getting off Tom and coming forward. "It's the most divine fun. You'll love it!"
"No, I won't!" Carol squeaked.
Once again she tried to pull her hand from Brent's grasp, but he held on tightly. Lucie joined him, taking Carol's other arm, and they muscled her over to the rug and made her sit down. Everyone looked at her expectantly, while Carol blushed hotly. How in hell was she going to get out of this nightmare?"
"You'll really dig it, Carol . . . honest," Tom said. "Give it a chance."
"Tom's right," Amy chimed in. "There's nothing wrong with it, just a lot of friends having fun together. Relax, Carol, and enjoy.
Carol swallowed hard and said, "Look, I don't think you understand. This just isn't my kind of thing, and it certainly isn't John's. He'd die if he knew about it. I won't tell him, of course, but I'd better get back to him now before he wonders what's happening."
She'd hoped the threat of exposure would convince them to leave her alone, but they just grinned at each other as if sharing a big joke.
"Carol, darling," Lucie said, "we understand how you feel, and that's exactly why you should join us. You need the adventure. It must be dull as hell just being with John. And you know damned well he won't come out of that room tonight. Come on, just take off your clothes and . . . "
"NO!" Carol gasped.
With the strength of panic, she wrenched her arms free and leaped to her feet. She whirled toward the archway, but that was as far as she got. The others grabbed her and tugged her down onto the rug again. She found herself on her back, securely held down, her four naked friends kneeling over her. Now she was really scared.
"Oh, please, no," she whimpered. "I really don't want to do this. I'll never say a word about you, but please . . . let me go!"
Brent looked down at her, his eyes glowing with longing as he watched her big tits heaving under her robe. "Carol, we're doing you a favor," he said. "If you were liberated from all your hangups, you might be able to help John, too. You know your marriage is in trouble, and we're convinced swinging could help you. At least give it a try."
"Absolutely not!" Carol said, her face red with embarrassment.
Brent looked at the others, and they all nodded. Then to Carol's shock and panic, Amy untied the belt of her robe and laid the garment open. Everyone could see her large round tits and little pink nipples, and the glossy golden triangle of her bush. All four people gawked at her naked body, and Carol could have died of humiliation.
"Let's get that robe off," Brent said.
They lifted her and wrestled her out of the robe, leaving her totally naked. Carol wept in protest, but not too loudly. She didn't want to alarm John. Things were bad, but they'd be even worse if he walked in just now. He'd think she was voluntarily taking part in the orgy, and he'd have a fit. She preferred to deal with the crisis alone.
"You're making a mistake," she sobbed. "I really don't want to do this."
"Of course, you don't, not now," Tom said soothingly, "but you'll soon change your mind."
As they lowered her onto her back again, Lucie and Amy studied her magnificent, tall, big-breasted figure. They were obviously envious. Lucie said, "Christ, what I wouldn't give for knockers like that."
"You and me both," Amy sighed.
Carol would gladly have traded just then. The men might not have stared so lustily at sweet little apple-sized tits like Amy's and Lucie's. As it was, Tom was caressing one of her big globe-shaped boobs, and Brent was fondling the other. Carol writhed with shame and embarrassment. It was like a bad dream, only she couldn't wake up.
"This lady needs to get turned on," Brent said huskily, "and I think I know just how to do that."
"Go ahead, darling," Lucie said. "We'll hold her down."
Carol still whimpered in protest, but they didn't pay any attention. While Amy, Tom and Lucie held her arms and legs, pinning her securely to the big fur rug, Brent went on fondling her big but sensitive tits, trying to calm her. It felt vaguely pleasant, but Carol was in no mood to relax and go with it. She was much too nervous and upset, as Brent soon recognized.
"Get her legs open," he told the others.
"Oh, God, NO!" Carol cried.
But they obeyed Brent immediately, forcing her long lovely legs wide open, revealing the lush rosy-red flesh of her gash and its dainty fringe of golden curls. Carol blushed scarlet. She'd never felt so mortified in her life. She had an audience of four people gawking at her naked pussy.
"I know what'll relax her," Brent said confidently as he crawled between her legs.
Carol moaned in shock, thinking he was going to fuck her right there in front of the others. But instead he flopped flat on his belly and brought his face right up to her crotch. She felt his moist breath fanning her tender slit. Then she knew - he was going to eat her pussy. Her blush deepened till she thought she couldn't blush any harder.
"Oh, no, please . . . don't do that!" she cried.
Lucie snorted with laughter. "Darling, you've got to be kidding," she said. "Brent's the best pussy-eater in the world."
"No, he isn't," Amy giggled. "Tom is."
"Maybe," Lucie laughed, "but let's let Carol be the judge of that. Go ahead, Brent, darling."
Carol stiffened as Brent nosed into her pussy. Looking down, she saw his greying head meet the gold of her muff, and then she felt his scalding-hot wet tongue lashing hungrily all over her gash. It lapped roughly from her clit right down to her small clenched asshole, then back again. As she'd feared, the pleasure was incredible.
"Noooooo!" she whined.
But again, everyone ignored her protests. They were all eagerly watching Brent's performance, watching his big red tongue gliding up and down over Carol's gleaming red slit. Carol felt mortified that his pussy-eating was rapidly getting her aroused. She didn't want to get horny, not now. She didn't want to lose her self-control and take part in this disgusting orgy. She felt she wouldn't be able to live with the guilt and shame afterwards.
So she kept her body stiff and tried to blot out the violent pleasure she felt as Brent licked her whole pussy again and again. She couldn't help wishing she were alone with him. She'd have gone crazy with bliss, and she wouldn't have had to hold herself back. But it would be too shameful to let go in front of an audience.
The others kept grinning at her, damn them. They'd watch Brent, then shift their eyes to hers, giving her a knowing smile. It was as if they knew about the sizzling pleasure rippling through her hungry little slit. And maybe they did. Certainly Lucie and Amy were well aware of how great it must feel. Finally Carol had to close her eyes to avoid their glances.
That just made it worse. In her private darkness she was aware only of Brent's big thick tongue expertly teasing and arousing every inch of her swollen needy gash. When he'd thoroughly tongue-lashed her pussy, he parted the blonde-furred lips of her bush and uncovered the hot red lump of her clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the supersensitive button and began to lick it, hard and fast.
"OH!" Carol gasped.
The pleasure was so sudden and violent that she couldn't suppress that one small cry. Then she clamped her jaws shut, vowing not to let the others know how frantically aroused she was getting. But, God, it was hard. Brent really knew how to eat pussy, and he was doing everything he could to break her self-control. His hot wet tongue lashed furiously over her throbbing joy button.
If only I could come, Carol thought miserably. If only I could let myself go with him.
As Brent's tongue lashed her clit into a quivering horny frenzy, she felt more lusty than she'd ever been in her life. She wanted more than anything to throw her legs around his neck, dig her greedy little clit right against his mouth, and come like a bomb. She would have done it, too, if she hadn't had an audience. But her pride prevented her from coming in front of them.
Brent's tongue flicked faster and faster on her starved throbbing clit, and though Carol managed to lie still and not utter a sound, she couldn't control the instinctive reactions of her hungry pussy. She felt her slit swelling up with need, growing steamy and hot. Worst of all, she felt her cunt starting to leak scalding juice - Brent couldn't fail to notice that.
He didn't. As her steamy thick cunt-cream trickled out and touched his bobbing chin, he dived for it at once, lapping up every bit of the fragrant juice and swallowing it. That excited the hell out of Carol, and she struggled not to react. Then he was back at her clit again, this time jamming his mouth onto the flaming-hot bud, sucking it furiously.
"OHHHHHH!" Carol moaned.
She just couldn't help herself that time. Having her clit sucked hard and fast was just too wonderful to resist. Violent pleasure shook her body, and her steamy cunt-juice gushed out in floods, soaking Brent's rapidly bobbing chin. She realized she was in real danger of coming if she didn't control herself. But, dammit, she was only human.
The others were catching on. They saw the way her lovely body flushed with arousal, saw her fluttering eyelashes and flashing teeth. They witnessed the uncontrollable writhing of her hips, and they could hear the lewd wet slurping noises Brent was making as he sucked up her hot tasty cunt-cream.
"Go with it, Carol," Lucie urged. "Dig it!"
"We know it feels great," Amy said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Let yourself go, baby," Tom said eagerly. "We want you to."
Carol was embarrassed by their attention, but most of her mind was captured by the stunning pleasure she felt. Brent managed to suck her whole slippery little clit into his mouth, bathing it with his boiling saliva, tickling it with his tongue, sucking ever faster and harder. Carol opened her eyes briefly and saw the room spin. Then all at once, she was coming, and she couldn't stop it.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. "OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mercifully, for long moments she was aware of nothing but the blinding pleasure rocking her body and Brent still sucking steadily on her clit, magnifying her delicious sensations. She bucked, moaned, and creamed all over his face. It was marvelous, but all too soon it was ending. She opened her eyes and blushed furiously.
They were smiling at her. They'd all watched her come. She felt deeply ashamed of herself. Her lust was so powerful, so long stored-up, that she'd been unable to control herself even now. She'd behaved exactly as they wanted her to, forgetting all pride and decency, forgetting her marriage vows. She quivered with mortification.
"Way to go, Carol," Lucie grinned.
"We knew you'd like it," Tom said happily.
"Now we can get on to even better stuff," Amy said with a wicked grin.
Like what? Carol thought dizzily. And then she felt it. Brent's thick rigid cock pushing into her cunt. She gawked down at him. When he'd first started eating her, his cock had been limp and drained, because he'd just gotten off with Amy. But the excitement of going down on Carol had given him another huge hard cock-stand. His prick felt like a pillar of steel going into her.
"Brent, NO!" Carol gasped.
She tried to wiggle away, but the others held her firmly in place. Brent was on his knees, grinning insanely as he worked his swollen prick into her juicy snug box. Everyone could see the action, Brent's pale meat slipping between Carol's blonde-fringed pussylips. He slid his hands under her writhing little ass and lifted her, pushing his cock right to her womb.
"Oh, my GOD!" Carol moaned.
"Take it easy, darling," Lucie said. "Brent's a fantastic fuck."
I know that, Carol thought miserably.
No way would she be able to control herself if he started balling her with that magnificent big cock. But she couldn't stop him. He began to fuck her excitedly, working his rigid prick deep and hard and fast. It felt fantastic. Her whole pussy was instantly aflame with need, even though she'd just come.
Something in her seemed to snap. Maybe it was her old-fashioned morality, all her past hang-ups. But suddenly, she didn't care if she had an audience, didn't care if she was fucking someone besides her husband. It seemed foolish to deny herself pleasure, insane to fight the ecstasy she felt as Brent feverishly humped her. To hell with tomorrow. She was going to enjoy tonight.
Her body went relaxed and willing. Her legs fell wide open. She arched her eager pussy up to meet the powerful thrusts of Brent's cock, and she slammed her hips in time to his strokes. Her sizzling cunt-cream boiled around his dick, and she began to claw the rug and moan. Brent glanced down at her with a pleased and knowing smile.
"You can let go of her now," he said.
"Good," Lucie replied. "I'm ready for some fun."
The others released their grip on her arms and legs. Carol stayed just as she was, moaning and working her needy pussy around Brent's slamming dick. Then, not two feet away from them, Tom and Amy and Lucie went at each other like lusty animals, growling and snarling with lust. Dizzily Carol watched.
Tom rolled onto his back, his cock rigid and ready again, pointing stiffly at the ceiling. Almost instantly Lucie was kneeling between his thighs and bending low over his stiff drooling dick. Her dark head bobbed down, her red-glossed lips parted, and she took Tom's cock clear to the hilt in her mouth. She began sucking on it greedily.
"Jesus, yes," Tom moaned. "Suck my dick, baby!"
That was all he got to say, because Amy leaped up to straddle his face, bringing her luscious little pink pussy right down on his mouth. Tom gave a muffled laugh, then stuck out his gleaming red tongue and began to lash and tickle his wife's fragrant hot slit. Amy gave a shrill squeal of delight.
"Oh, darling, yessss!" she cried. "Eat my pussy!"
Carol felt hotly excited by the whole scene. Her inhibitions seemed to have vanished the moment Brent thrust his wonderfully hard cock into her. She loved his fucking, and she loved watching the happy trio next to her. Now it didn't shock her at all to realize that she was taking part in an orgy.
Maybe the others were right. Swinging might be the answer for her and John. She couldn't get through to him, but a few parties like this would teach him everything he needed to know about love-making, and it would blow his Victorian morality all to hell. The only trick would be to get him started in the first place.
Forget it, Carol thought.
John would never buy it. She dismissed him from her mind and went back to enjoying the bizarre and exciting swinging session. Brent's thick steel-hard cock pounded steadily in her eager little box, and she got a free show as well. Amy was bouncing happily over Tom's face, his gleaming tongue lashing her pussy, and Lucie was noisily bobbing up and down over Tom's cock, sucking, slurping, and swallowing his oozing cock-cream.
Carol tossed caution to the wind and threw her legs around Brent's sweaty heaving back. That way she could take his marvelous thick cock clear to her womb with each deep thrust. She gurgled with pleasure and dug her nails into his broad shoulders. It was great to let herself go completely, to be as uninhibited as her swinging friends.
"Good for you, baby?" Brent panted.
"Oh, my God, yes!" Carol moaned. "Keep fucking me, Brent, I just love it. Ahhhhh . . . AHHHHHH!"
She felt herself starting to come, and she let the stunning pleasure wash over her freely. The others paused to watch. They saw her blue eyes roll back in her head, her teeth flashing in a horny grimace. They saw her lovely body rocking violently. Brent managed to stay in the saddle, furiously balling her into a howling climax.
"Ohhhhh, my God . . . so GOOD!" Carol wailed. "OHHHHHHH!"
Her thick steamy cunt-cream gushed out around the base of his deeply-lodged cock, soaking his balls and her thighs. Her twat contracted in a violent spasm, gripping his meat and squeezing it in a fiery juicy nest. That was too much for Brent. He howled and began to shoot his load into her.
Dizzily Carol heard the others applauding. When her spasms finally died away, Brent got dizzily off her, and she was left panting, still gushing come and cream from her satisfied box. They were all looking at her, but this time she felt no shame. She just felt friendliness and gratitude. These people had helped her break through all her remaining hang-ups about sex.
"My turn," Tom said eagerly.
Lucie and Amy laughed and let him go. He hurried over to Carol and eased her onto her hands and knees. She quickly got the idea and stuck her pert little ass high in the air. Tom dropped to his knees behind her and worked his iron-hard cock deep into her fiery-hot soaked cunt. Though she'd just come, Carol was already eager for more.
"Ummmmmm, YES!" she gasped. "Do it to me, Tom!"
"With pleasure," he chuckled.
As Tom started balling her in rough quick jabs, Amy and Lucie took Brent aside and whispered something to him, then broke away in giggles. Brent grinned and hurried over to kneel in front of Carol. He help up his limp wet prick and tickled her lips with it. Carol gawked at him.
"Get him hard, Carol," Lucie grinned. "You'll be doing us a favor."
Carol quickly opened her mouth, and Brent slid his silky limp dick onto her tongue. She started sucking on it greedily, while Tom fucked her from behind. She felt excited about blowing Brent, not to mention taking on two men at once. Also she wanted to help out Lucie and Amy - they needed a stiff cock, too.
Amy and Lucie got in on the action next. Lucie knelt behind Brent and cupped his balls, giving them a brisk massage. Amy did the same for Tom, taking his rosy nuts in her hot little hands and rhythmically squeezing them. Everyone was united in a happy and excited chain.
That was when John walked into the room.
No one had time to move. They heard him coming down the hall, loudly muttering, "What in hell is all this racket? It's been going on for hours. I can't concentrate on my . . ."
Then he was in the room, and he stopped short and gawked. He blinked and gawked again. Slowly he turned pale, and his mouth fell open. Everyone else was paralyzed by surprise, and for a long moment no one spoke.
Then John found his voice. "My God!" he said hoarsely. "I can't believe this. It's SICK! Carol, you get your ass into our room . . . on the double. You've got a helluva lot of explaining to do."
Chapter Nine
Carol untangled herself from her naked friends and stood up to face John. This is it, she thought, the end of my marriage. John was white-faced with anger, and she knew he'd never forgive her for what he'd seen.
Then it occurred to her that she had nothing to lose now by telling him the truth. She couldn't possible make things worst. So why not say to him what had been on her mind for so long? She straightened her shoulders and looked him right in the eye.
"John," she began coolly, "it's your fault that I'm here."
"WHAT?" he gasped.
"If you'd taken care of me in bed, if you'd been a proper husband, I wouldn't have done this," Carol informed him.
John was struck speechless, but Lucie grinned and said, "Right on, Carol. You tell him, and we'll back you up."
"Right!" the others chorused.
Made bolder by her friends' support, Carol went on, "I never wanted to cheat on you, John. I love you. But I can't live a life without sex. And furthermore, even when we do make love, it's always the same old way. We really don't have a sex life, John, so I found it somewhere else."
When John finally found his tongue, he didn't shout. He said very mildly, "Please, come and talk to me alone for a while, Carol. Then if you want to, you can get back to your, uh, party."
"Very well, John," Carol said.
He returned to the bedroom. Carol put on her robe and was about to join him, when Brent touched her shoulder and said, "Good luck, honey. We're all behind you. We hope you can get some sense into John's head, and that we call all remain friends . . . if you know what I mean."
"I know," Carol smiled, "and I'll do my best."
She found John sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, looking utterly dejected. He glanced up at her as she sat beside him. She felt sorry for him. He was obviously crushed by what he'd seen in the living room. But she was concerned for herself, too. She had the right to a full and happy sex life, and she was determined to get it.
"Carol, were you telling me the truth out there?" he sighed. "Is it really that bad?"
"It's really that bad, John," she said. "I couldn't control myself any longer. I was horny all the time, and nothing was happening between you and me. I tried to tell you that, but you wouldn't listen."
He reddened and said, sheepishly, "Oh, I heard you, all right. But I was scared to make love to you. I knew it was no good. The same old thing, like you said. But I didn't know what to do about it. I wanted you, but I was afraid of losing you."
"Well, John, do you want to do something about it?" Carol asked.
"Oh, Christ, yes!" he said. "But what? I know I'm a lousy lover. I wouldn't even know where to start."
"I'll teach you," Carol said, "if you're really interested in keeping our marriage going."
For the first time in months John showed real excitement. He hugged her fiercely and said, "Our marriage is more important to me than anything, Carol. I'll do whatever you want."
"No more late nights at the office?" she said.
"Promise," he said.
"No more grading papers when we could be getting it on?" Carol persisted.
"Promise," John sighed. "I just did those things to avoid making love. To avoid fouling up again."
"Well, you won't foul up any more, darling," Carol purred. "Not when I get through with you. Now take off your clothes."
John turned beet red and started to protest, then thought better of it. He rose and awkwardly began to remove his clothes. Carol watched him with undisguised lust. She'd always been hotly turned on by his lean muscular body, and tonight was no exception. She was pleased to note that his fine eight-inch prick was stiffly erect. It weaved heavily as he approached the bed.
Carol flung off her robe and climbed onto the bed, lying down on her back. She parted her legs just a little to give John a teasing glimpse of her pretty pink slit. He ogled it, ogled her golden-blonde muff and big full tits. His swollen cock nuzzled his belly and began to leak bright little tears of juice. He joined her on the bed but made no move to touch her.
"Now what do I do?" he said nervously.
"All the things we never did before," Carol said. "All the things we were too uptight to try. It's not just a matter of jumping on me and humping, John. I want to be warmed up. I want excitement, novelty. And I'm sure you do, too."
He said shyly, "Yeah, I do. Secretly I wanted to try a lot of things, but I was afraid to ask. But where do we start?"
Carol grinned and got to her knees beside him. He was lying on his back, and his long thick cock pointed right at the ceiling. She reached out and curled her fingers around the hard throbbing stalk of his dick. John reddened but said nothing. Tonight SHE was the professor.
"Just relax, darling," Carol said soothingly. "This is something I've wanted to do to you for a long time. I know you'll like it."
He still looked shy and nervous as she began to pump his prick, but she could tell he enjoyed it, too. She enjoyed it herself. The flesh of his prick was silky and hot, delicious to touch, and as she ran her little fist up and down the satiny stiff pole, more gleaming droplets of cream oozed from the little slit-mouth of his cock.
She longed to lick and taste that hot cream, but she forced herself to go slowly and take her time. There was a lot she had to teach her husband tonight, and one thing was not to rush. He had to learn to spin out their love-making, add delightful new tricks, play the scene of all it was worth. John didn't know how, so Carol had to set the example.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, "your cock is so nice to touch."
John blushed furiously but managed to reply, "It's exciting the hell out of me to have you touch it. I was always afraid you wouldn't want to."
"Wrong," Carol grinned. "And I want to do more than just touch your cock, John. Here's something else I've been wanting to do."
She bent even lower, stuck out her small gleaming pink tongue, and began to lick his dick. John gasped and started to say something, then went still, remembering the deal they'd made. He was ill at ease but cooperative. Carol lapped up and down the pale rigid stalk of his cock, making it shine with her hot saliva. Gradually John relaxed, and she heard him give a soft sigh of pleasure.
She took her time, lapping and lashing every inch of his eight-inch column, before moving to the most sensitive part, the huge swollen purple head. As her slick tongue tickled onto the engorged knob, John gasped and moaned. Carol felt a hot rush of saliva as she tasted his juice for the very first time. She adored the flavor and eagerly went for more.
She swished her juicy little tongue around and around the hot hard head of his prick, lapping up all the oozing juice, swallowing it with a greedy gurgle. She saved the best part for last, wriggling her pointed tongue-tip into the creaming slit-mouth of his cock, reaming out his cream as fast as it appeared. John began to shiver.
"Oh, Christ, Carol . . . that feels terrific!" he moaned. "You sure you don't mind doing that?"
"I love it," she said huskily. "I love the taste of your juice. I want more!"
She popped the fat purple head of his cock into her mouth, gave it a strong suck, and took in half his big long dick. John gasped and moaned hoarsely. She began to suck ravenously on his cock, her blonde head bouncing furiously. More and more tasty hot cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue, and she hungrily savored it, then swallowed it.
"Oh, Jesus!" John gasped. "YES! Yes, Carol, suck my cock. I've always wanted you to do that. Christ, it's good!"
Carol would have grinned triumphantly if her lips hadn't already been fully stretched by his mammoth cock-stalk. So all these years John had been having the same naughty fantasies as she had? Terrific. It was a shame they hadn't found it out sooner, but better late than never. She sucked ever faster and harder on his hot tasty dick, and John sighed and moaned and shivered with pleasure.
"Baby, baby," he crooned. "Fantastic! My God, I was a fool not to ask you before."
Carol agreed, but she couldn't tell him so because her mouth was fully stuffed with delicious silky cock-meat. Now as she sucked him fast and loudly, she reached down and cupped his steamy-hot rosy nut sacs. She cradled them in her hot palms and gave them a steady massage. Again John gasped in surprise and pleasure, and another flood of delicious cock-juice hit her tongue.
"Carol, my God!" he whined. "It's just too damned good. I love it, honey, but I'm gonna come if you don't stop."
His warning was clear, but Carol just went right on sucking loudly and greedily on his magnificent big prick. One of her most compelling fantasies had been to blow her husband, to eat a great big load of his come. She could hardly wait. Her blonde head bobbed faster and faster over his belly, John was quivering violently now, hardly able to hold himself in check.
"Honey, you better stop," he panted. "Honest to Christ, I can't hold out!"
Carol just took a better grip on his hot swollen balls, massaging them eagerly, letting him know that she wanted him to get off. John was beyond words now. He began to jerk his hips instinctively, jabbing his stiff cock in her mouth, and then all of a sudden he bellowed with pleasure and began to come. Carol quivered with excitement when she felt the first sizzling blast of his jism.
"AWWWWWWW!" John bawled.
Her mouth was quickly filled with delicious hot cream, but she kept sucking powerfully on his squirting cock till it was limp and empty. Then she let it slip from her lips. She gurgled lustily as she swallowed load after load of tasty come. When she was finished, she licked her lips, getting every last drop. John watched her, flushed and wondering.
"You really didn't mind that?" he said when he'd caught his breath.
"I loved it!" Carol said with a wicked grin. "I kind of think you enjoyed it, too."
John laughed weakly. "Enjoyed, hell. It blew me away. But surely that isn't the only thing you wanted to teach me? I mean, there must be a lot I can do for you."
"There certainly is, darling," Carol purred. "And you can start doing it right now."
She lay down on her back and opened her legs brazenly wide, showing him the whole gleaming pink expanse of her pussy. John blushed, as she'd expected him to, but he eagerly knelt between her legs and studied her moist swollen slit. In all the years of their marriage, he'd been too shy to do that. Now he made up for lost time, hungrily scanning her bright red clit, plump pussylips and small shadowed cunt-mouth.
"Gorgeous," he sighed, "but what do I do with it?"
Carol grinned and said, "Lick it, kiss it, suck it. Whatever occurs to you. You'll soon figure out what I like best."
John's face flamed, but she knew it was half from lust. He dived eagerly into her pussy, as if he'd been fantasizing for years about going down on her. Probably he had. She felt him gently parting the blonde-furred lips of her bush and isolating the red-hot bud of her clit. Tenderly he kissed the fat little button, and then she felt his wet tongue-tip timidly stroking it.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, that's very nice, darling," Carol sighed. "But you don't have to be gentle. You can do it harder than that."
Gradually and gently she trained him just how to lick and tease her clit. John was eager to learn and caught on quickly. His moist hot tongue lashed and rimmed her greedy little joy button, and Carol squealed with delight. At last, her husband was becoming the superb lover she'd dreamed of.
"Ohhhhh, that's marvelous, John," she told him. "I love that. Yes, darling, lick me, suck me."
John planted his mouth on the steamy little lump of her clit and started to suck it hard and fast. Carol's body arched up in ecstasy, and suddenly her whole pussy was flooded with scalding cunt-juice. Fiery pleasure ripped through her belly, then exploded in a delicious climax.
"AHHHHHHH!" Carol wailed.
John's face was flooded with her fragrant sticky cream, but he kept right on hungrily sucking her clit until her final spasms passed. Only then did he raise his head from her drenched slit and look at her wonderingly.
"Did I do that okay?" he said.
"Perfect," Carol sighed. "Little did I know I was married to a natural-born pussy-eater."
John reddened, but this time with pride. "God, I've wanted to do that to you for so long," he said. "But I was afraid you'd be turned off."
"Well, now you know better, darling," Carol said. "Nothing turns me off, not as long as if feels find to both of us."
"Oh, yeah?" John grinned. "Then let's see what you think of this."
His head dipped down between her widely parted thighs, and then she screeched with pleasure as she felt his long thick tongue snaking eagerly into her juicy little cunt. She threw her legs around his neck, wanting his thick tongue as deep as possible in her hungry twat. John thrust it in clear to the root before he began working it in cock-like jerks, tongue-fucking her furiously.
"EEEEEEEEE!" Carol wailed.
With that kind of mind-blowing stimulus, it didn't take her long at all to climax a second time. The violent spasms shook her body, and she felt John's tongue stuffing and probing her juicy little cunt-hole the whole time. Finally she flopped back limp and satisfied, and he raised his cream-soaked face from her pussy.
"Look what I've got for you," he leered.
Dizzily Carol glanced down at him. He knelt between her legs, and his cock was stiff as a board. She returned his wicked grin. They'd had enough preliminaries for one night, and she was dying to take that big stiff monster into her cunt. But not in the missionary position. She was thoroughly bored with that.
"What are you doing, honey?" John asked as she scrambled out from under him.
Carol didn't answer. She just rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her adorable little round ass high in the air. It didn't take John more than a second to figure out what she wanted. He grinned and hurried over to kneel behind her. His hands sweated with excitement as he grasped her hips. Then she felt his enormous rock-hard cock sliding up her hot slick cunt.
"Oooooo, YES!" Carol squealed. "Put your cock in me, John . . . fuck me. Fuck me HARD!"
He was too excited to do it any other way. He began balling her like a pile driver, deep hard furious thrusts that made Carol wail with delight and claw the bed. Her only worry now was that he'd come way too fast, like he always did, too fast for her to get off. But she needn't have worried.
This was a brand-new liberated John. He fucked her steadily, deliciously, for fifteen minutes, bringing her off again and again. It was a dream fuck, the thorough and expert balling she'd fantasized about for so long. When it was over, she felt completely satisfied for the first time in their marriage. John bellowed, shot his load into her, and they sank down on the bed together, panting and happy.
"Oh, John, that was wonderful," Carol sighed. "Just the way I always wanted it."
"I wanted it that way, too," he confessed, "but I was afraid of wearing you out."
"Afraid?" Carol said. "I never want to hear that word from you again. You don't have to be afraid to tell me anything you want when we make love."
"Oh?" John said, a note of hesitation in his voice. "Well, there is something I want. I mean, something I'd like to try. Something you did, but I didn't get in on it. I mean . . ."
Carol suddenly understood. "Why, John, you devil," she giggled. "I never dreamed you'd go for that, but I think it's a terrific idea. Let's go."
They leapt off the bed and hurried out of the room, not bothering to dress. Hand in hand they entered the living room. The others were still there, taking a breather and having a drink, and none of them were dressed, either. As John and Carol entered the room, they all looked up expectantly.
"Carol and I have, uh, solved our problem," John said with a slight blush. "We were wondering if we could rejoin the party."
The others broke into laughter, and Brent said, "For sure, old friend. The more the merrier. Right, ladies?"
Lucie and Amy had been frankly eyeing John's cock. Even in it's limp state, it was enormous. Now in answer to Brent's question, the two women hurried over to John, took his arms, and led him to the big fur rug in front of the fireplace. John blushed but hardly protested as they eased him down on his back.
"John, darling, I certainly hope you like eating pussy," Lucie cooed.
She hopped over him, straddling his chest, her little round ass just grazing his nipples. She brought her coal-black bush right up to his face. John's eyes widened huge, and then he broke into a delighted grin. He parted the lips of her curly black bush and saw the tiny red bud of her clit. His tongue snaked out to tickle the moist sensitive lump.
"Oooooooooo!" Lucie squealed. "Yes, baby, lick my clit. Beautiful!"
John started eating Lucie's pussy as if he'd been doing it all his life. Carol grinned, proud of him and glad for him. Meanwhile little red-haired Amy crept between his legs and nuzzled into his crotch, her small pink tongue flashing out. She lapped and tickled his big flaccid cock and wrinkled rosy nut sacs. John gave a loud happy sigh.
Carol could hardly believe what she saw. Her formerly uptight and puritanical husband was lying naked on a bearskin rug, gobbling one girl's pussy while another girl gave him head - and he seemed completely delighted and at ease. Carol didn't feel jealous, though. Their marriage needed a shot in the arm like this, and it would teach John a lot of wonderful new things to do to her when they were alone.
"Well," Brent chuckled, "it looks like John's well taken care of. The girls have been wanting some new blood. They'll keep him busy for quite a while."
As he spoke, he was looking hungrily at Carol's gorgeous full-breasted body. She gave him a frank and lusty grin, and then they were in each other's arms, pawing, kissing, sinking to the carpet. They wrestled around for a bit, and then when Brent was on his back, Carol dived for his cock. It was half erect when she sucked it deep into her mouth, then suddenly rigid and swollen as it touched the back of her throat.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Brent gasped. "Give me some head. Terrific."
"Make room for me," Tom said, setting aside his drink and hurrying over.
Carol bent low over Brent's dick and thrust her pert round ass up in the air. Tom dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt his hot breath deliciously fanning her naked slit. Then his scalding tongue touched her sensitive pussy, lashing eagerly up and down, teasing her clit and cunt and asshole.
"Ummmmmmmmm," Carol moaned.
She glanced over and caught John's eye. She was still sucking furiously on Brent's cock, he was still busily licking Lucie's slit, but they managed to exchange a brief warm glance that was worth a thousand words. They knew they'd enjoy swinging, that they'd ball other people now and then, but that they loved each other and would have the best times together.
"Now this is want I call a fun evening," Brent sighed.
"Yeah," Tom said, "but I just wonder when that snow will melt so we can get out of here."
