Caroline Webster thought about her husband of less than a year, about his tall, muscular body and his boyishly rugged good looks. She thought about his quiet tenderness, his concern when she was feeling low or under the weather, his self-assurance about future prosperity when he received his law degree at Iowa State and was able to join a law firm ... or perhaps one day start his own. He often talked of the day when they could live in their own home instead of in this small and somewhat shabby apartment, when they would drive an expensive Mercedes instead of the six year old Mustang they owned at present ... when they could have a couple of kids and take yearly vacations to places like Paris or Amsterdam.
And Caroline believed that all his dreams would one day come true because she believed in Gary. He was ambitious and was willing to put in long hours studying to achieve the goals he had set for himself and his lovely young wife, Caroline. She, in turn, was just as willing to sacrifice such things as companionship on a regular basis and luxuries both personal and household.
Still, Caroline thought, there were, times when she wished that such sacrifices did not have to be made ... times like now. She had begun to picture her husband's strong body as it looked when he was nude, and the mental image caused little tingling sensations to race along her skin. He had such a magnificently muscled body, with little curling sandy hairs and a flat, hard stomach that curved into a thickly thatched mound of darkish pubic hair. And his penis ... so long and hard, trembling like a thing palsied when he was aroused, its head so thick and red and secreting his warm white seminal fluid....
Caroline flushed a bright crimson at the thought of her husband's huge sexual member. God, it was so big it frightened her at times. She remembered her anguished cry that she would be unable to take all of it inside her, that it would split her apart, on their wedding night. Her fears had been groundless, of course, since she had been able to take all of it inside her ... and quite comfortably, too, after the first initial pain of her broken maidenhead. Gary had been gentle with her on their honeymoon in Vale, a ski resort in Colorado, had found herself able to respond to his love-making very quickly, to even achieve an orgasm once in a while. Her mother had once told her that most women never reach a climax in marriage, and she considered herself a lucky and blessed person to be able to cum with her husband perhaps once every four or five times they made love.
Lying there on their big, brass-framed double bed, beneath the heavy quilt, Caroline knew that this afternoon was one of those times she could-surely would-reach orgasm with Gary. But Gary wasn't here, she couldn't have sex and she couldn't have an orgasm....
Now relax, she told herself, he'll be home at six and you can make love then. The party at Rick Sutherland's house isn't until nine, and that will be plenty of time-six to nine-to do it. Oh but damn it, I can't seem to get the picture of that wonderfully horrible penis out of my mind ... I can almost feel it inside me right now, moving in and out while he kisses my breasts and puts his tongue in my mouth....
Now stop that! Caroline reprimanded herself. Think about something else for heaven's sake; it's not going to do you any good to get yourself all worked up like this and not be able to have any release. Think about the party tonight, think about Rich Sutherland.
Caroline smiled to herself as she pictured the salt-and-pepper -haired, distinguished-looking senior partner in a law firm for whom she worked as a secretary. He was an extremely good-looking, polite and well-mannered man and a privilege to work for. She considered herself extremely lucky to have been chosen over a number of other applicants to his advertisement in the paper four months previously. There were times when she wondered why he had chosen her over some of the other girls who had applied-oh, she had all the necessary qualifications, of course; she had been to college, which was where she had met Gary, and she had excellent grades and references ... but still, some of the other girls had been equally well-qualified. Well, perhaps she had impressed him somehow during their personal interview, and that was why he had selected her.
Rich Sutherland was an extremely attractive man, Caroline admitted, one whom she would definitely have been inclined to fall for if she wasn't already married. He had a smile which could melt butter ... that had been one of her mother's favorite expressions ... and he made you feel very at ease when you were around him. She had caught him casting an appreciative glance her way a time or two which couldn't be considered of the strictly impersonal employer-employee type, and she supposed he found her attractive, too. But he had always been the perfect gentleman, had never so much as intimated a pass at her much less made an actual overture.
That was the reason why she had eagerly accepted the invitation he extended to her and Gary for the firm's annual office party with him and his wife, Samantha ... or "Sammie" as she was called at the company's house. They had decided on a quiet evening, he had said, with only big-shots invited. Caroline jumped at the invitation. It would be very good for her husband's career.
Gary had thought the invitation a godsend when she had told him about it and had accepted at once. He had told her that a party with Rich Sutherland and the other attorneys at the company house was considered not only an honor but a potentially valuable asset to his own career. When you labeled such men as Rich Sutherland among your personal friends, you had one foot in the door already to a successful entrance into the business world. She couldn't remember Gary having been happier over something since she had told him she was going to work part-time those, four months previous.
It promised to be a fine evening if Rich Sutherland entertained as well as he was said to do, and Caroline was certain that he would. She was looking forward to it immensely. Who wanted to go to a big, loud office party anyway? So many people, a lot of noise and too much drinking, not to mention amorous inebriates who had one thing on their minds and didn't care whose wife they fondled all evening long. No, she didn't want any of that; she just wanted to be with her husband and with someone she liked and admired and enjoyed talking to. That, to her, was what a party should be.
Caroline shivered again as a clap of thunder rumbled outside the bedroom window, and the sky grew bright for a brief instant with a zigzag flash of lightning. The rain hammered against the panes as if demanding entrance. Caroline sighed, in the bed, wishing she could fall asleep and have the nap she had intended for herself when she'd lain down. But she was wide awake, and still thinking about Gary, about him lying there with her on the bed with his arms around her....
Once again, the mental image of his huge, fleshy and turgid sexual instrument came into her mind. She tried to dispel the picture of her husband's wavering penis, but it wouldn't go away this time. She kept seeing it, vividly, as if she could reach out and touch it. The little tingling sensations had increased now, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the old housecoat she wore over bra and panties.
Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. Stop it .this instant, Caroline Webster! You're twenty-four years old and too big to indulge in sex fantasies, for goodness sake!
But the image of Gary's penis remained in her mind. And it was joined now by another image, a scene from her and Gary's pre-marriage days when they were just engaged. She remembered the occurrence clearly, lying there, clearly and graphically....
It had been a hot night in early June, and they had just come from a small dinner party at the home of Gary's parents. The dinner had been given in honor of the soon-to-be-wed couple, and both their parents ... as well as a select group of their respective relatives ... had been present. There had been several bottles of vintage champagne consumed during the course of the evening, and she and Gary had had their share and then some. They had departed shortly before midnight for the drive back to Des Moines.
She had sat very close to Gary on the drive, feeling closer to him mentally than she had ever before. She had even put her hand on his leg, stroking it gently but without any real sexual connotation. But then, Gary had suggested they stop and park a while on a dark, remote section of the highway. Caroline, feeling the effects of the champagne, had not objected. She was in a responsive mood, and the idea of parking with her betrothed for a little light premarital kissing and petting did not seem in the least wrong to her.
Gary had put his arms around her and drawn her tight against him the moment the car was stopped and the headlights switched off. He had kissed her then, their mouths fusing with the ease of lovers, and she had opened her lips almost eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues had met and tasted one another, exchanging their mutual saliva in a lovers' kiss, and Gary's hands had been restless on her back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down, over her simple blue cotton dress. She had felt a surge of desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male odor, of the man she loved. His kisses had elicited a full and total response initially inside Carline, and when his moving hands had worked their way around to lightly cup her firm, full breasts she had made no effort to stop him from doing so. Her mother had warned her against allowing Gary to become too familiar before their wedding night, but the closeness she had felt for him at that moment had transcended all the parental warnings and instilled taboos.
His hands had begun to caress her breasts in earnest then as his eager tongue probed in and out of her mouth in an attitude of copulation. God, his hands had felt so good on her! She had wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the low-cut front of her dress to slide inside her bra. The contact of his touch on her bare flesh had thrilled Caroline beyond recall, and before she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and slip the garment down over her shoulders. His deft fingers had found the catches on her bra, unsnapped them, and she had felt a cool rush of air against her now erect nipples as her firm white breasts were fully exposed to Gary's questing hands.
He had begun to stroke her tits gently with his palms, rolling his hands around the perfectly formed globes, bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Then he had taken the taut, dark-brown berries between thumb and forefinger and tweaked them into further rigidity. Caroline had moaned with increasing fervor as Gary's manipulations evoked soft cries of delight from her throat. Little shivers of arousal had coursed through her, and she had sensed a certain wetness in the area of her virginal cuntal opening.
Even when Gary's head had dipped down, and his lips had encircled one of the turgid brown peaks, tongue swirling round and round the goose-bumped areola, Caroline hadn't felt any panic rise inside her. Even though this was the first time she had had her breasts bared by a man, had them touched and kissed, the thought that what she was doing might lead to uncontrollable passion never entered her mind. She was with the man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy and very excited as his mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, pliant breasts.
But then, suddenly, one of Gary's hands had left her gently quivering breast and moved down to stroke her thighs where the hem of the dress had slipped up. His fingers had traversed the down-soft skin of her inner thighs hungrily, moving higher, sliding the dress still higher until the tips of his searching fingers had almost been resting on the moistened mound of her femininity, the silk of her panties glistening in the pale moonlight which shone in through the car's windshield. She had felt the first stirrings of panic then, but still Gary had driven his tongue hard against her rigid nipple, his other hand squeezing and kneading the resilient flesh of her exposed breast. She had felt confused, uncertain. She wanted to be rid of his hot, moist mouth on her bosom, his lusting touch on her nude flesh, and yet she didn't want to be free of it. The confusion reigned supreme for a moment, and that was time enough for Gary to bunch her dress at her waist and begin to implant searing caresses on the smooth flat plane of her stomach.
His dexterous fingers had slipped inside the waistband of her panties almost before she realized what was happening, and suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic area, pulling them from under her buttocks. His hot, moist palm had pressed against the silky fleece of her hidden genitals, and rippling waves of fervent ardor threatened to blank her mind completely of the consequences of his actions. He had insinuated one of his fingers into the soft, warm vaginal slit between her thighs, parting the moist, sensitive lips of her cunt and probing at the membrane which gave mute testimony to her unsullied reputation.
The seeking digit had located the tiny, untouched nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble past her redly parted lips. Her hands in his hair had tightened, pulling Gary's head down harder against her breasts even as her voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, "No, no, no, no!" over and over.
A whispering, unmistakable sound that filled the car at that moment ... the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Gary's hand left her breast momentarily. She had fluttered her tightly closed eyes open, and in the moonlight seen for the first time an erect male organ quivering hungrily before her eyes. The fear had completely consumed the passion then, so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her. The sight of his blood-filled cock had made her decision for her. She had to stop him, stop him now!
"No!" she had screamed, trying to twist away from him on the seat. "Gary, for God's sake, don't! We ... we can't ... can't do this! It's wrong ... Gary, we're not married! It's wrong!"
"Please, baby, please!" he had mumbled back at her, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stroking the full length of his monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts to free herself became increasingly panic-tinged. But he had been too strong for her, forcing her back and down across the seat. Caroline had felt the warm, smooth head of his hardened penis touch her thigh, and she had jumped from the electric contact of him against her fevered skin. Gary had begun forcing her now-tightly-closed legs apart with the glans of his great cock, and she had been able to feel it trembling there like an impossibly large wedge being driven into and prying apart two defenseless and meager halves of a rail.
And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Gary had clutched both his hands at her breasts, squeezing them painfully, lowering his head there and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin mounds of delight like a madman, murmuring, "Oh, oh, oh, God, Caroline, baby ... Jesus ... I'm going to cum ... I can't help it, Caroline, baby, I'm going to cummmmm!"
And she had felt his thick rod begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy ... another, and another, a whole series of eruptions that flooded her pubic area and her thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the seat beneath her. Gary had been mewling and convulsively twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out of his long, hard prick onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her....
Now, lying beneath the bedspread on the bed she shared with Gary, Caroline found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night. Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of euphoria, the same attitude of not caring about consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy, to the feel of Gary's huge prick inside her vagina, to the touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in growing passion on the bed, and her aroused vagina began to involuntarily secrete her love juices, moistening her panties as it had that night in the car before their marriage. There was a tender aching in her clit and her vagina, and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming strong, too strong....
Involuntarily, her hands began to move down along her slender sides, back up again, back down again. She knew what she was doing, and yet her mind refused to allow her to stop it. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her warm pink tongue over her full lips several times in an attempt to get rid of the arid taste. What am I doing to myself she thought dimly. What am I working myself up to?
But in that moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to ... even though in a corner of her brain she knew the answer. Her hands were moving around to her front now, moving across the full firmness of her young, pliant breasts. She began opening and closing her legs as she massaged herself, the sound of the thrumming rain on the window seeming to somehow intensify the building lust which was threatening to consume her very being. Almost unconsciously, as if they had a will of their own, her fingers began plucking at the buttons on the front of her robe, opening the garment all the way down. Her hands traveled almost greedily up and down her body now, over the bra-encased mounds of her breasts, down to the moistened, slightly protuberant pubic hillock across the smoothness of her white-skinned belly. She was a tall, young woman, with long slender model's legs and fully rounded hips and breasts, and her hands seemed to be seeking knowledge of every inch of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her nails tantalizingly over the silk-covered area between her thighs, arching her long limbs up and spreading them open at the delicious, forbidden delights which her self-caresses were instilling inside her body. Her mouth was parted, and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust. She flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, silky blonde hair swirling in a tangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The white satin bedspread was thrown from over her trembling, moving form now, puddling at the foot of the bed as her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her now-fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts of her husband's penis sawing in and out of her warm, wet vagina....
Caroline arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly unsnap the catches on her bra. She had to have her breasts free, to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing. She pulled the bra off, tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and her hands engulfed the twin, luscious globes of her alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, releasing.
The entire time she was thinking, no, no, this is wrong, it's evil ... it's sick! I'm a grown woman, married, with a husband and yet I'm lying here and playing with my own breasts ... it's perverted, but oh, God, it feels so good ... so good....
Her right hand left her breast and moved down, slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of her shame at what she was doing, she wasn't able to prevent herself from carrying her actions to their fullest culmination. There was only her urgency now as the motivating factor of this moment, the intensely frantic need for release from the ever-building whirlpools of passion inside her body.
She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one breast. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling it off completely so that she was completely nude. She lay back again, the one hand on her breast, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust which was the furrow between her legs. Then, when she could no longer stand the pressure, her eager hand jumped to the hot, glistening folds of her young pussy, pressed against it there as she once again brought her legs up off the bed and splayed them wide apart. Her vaginal tunnel was opened wide under her fingers now, and she gentled one finger into the soft wet folds of the gently clasping passage!
She imagined it was Gary's hand, Gary's finger, touching her there, stroking her there. She imagined it was her husband who was now manipulating the softly hair-lined lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his cock was swollen with blood, until her clitoris was as hard as his cock was herd. She found the miniature penis with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight caused her to jackknife her legs back against her chest, mashing her breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest, most flawless flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted under her self-ministrations, and she could feel the sweat beading and sheening her face and matting her blonde hair to her scalp.
I wish Gary was here! she groaned through the lust-fog which controlled her brain. I wish Gary was playing with my pussy ... I wish he was going to put his penis ... oh, his lovely hard penis! ... into my vagina and do me hard, hard until he came and I came ... oh, God, I want to cum so bad, so bad ... Gary, Gary, I need you, Gary, I need youuuuuuu!
Faster and faster and faster, Caroline's finger fucked into her moist, sensitive slit, teasing the clit and the vaginal opening until she knew her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her, and her other hands squeezed and kneaded her breast and nipple almost painfully. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that frozen period of time. There was only the wonderful, rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.
Her buttocks churned and danced, her upraised legs wildly kicking at the air. She was like a mad woman, moaning out her release in little whimpering mewls of abandoned bliss as wave after maddeningly ecstatic wave of her orgasm carried her crashing downward in ever-gentling motion until, finally, she was rocking slightly in the satiated ebb of her cumming. She lay very still at long last, her legs once more stretched out on the bed and her bosom rising and falling with the spasmodic breaths that escaped her lungs.
But the euphoria soon dissipated, and the full realization of what she had just performed ... the perverted act of masturbation upon her own flesh ... filled Caroline's mind with self-loathing and abject shame. Oh, God, what had come over her? Was she ... no better than those night creatures you were always reading about in the newspapers? What, all of a sudden, had caused her to seek gratification in this evil, venerous manner? Wasn't the love-making of her husband, Gary, enough to satisfy her needs any longer? Had some strange act of chemistry suddenly transformed her into a ... well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her desires?
All of these questions had no immediate answers for Caroline, and she moaned piteously with her degradation on the bed. Her stomach was upset now, a result of humiliation, and she felt almost vitiated. Hot tears began to flow from her eyes, and after a few moments, she jumped off the bed and ran naked into the bathroom.
Caroline spent the better part of an hour under a hot shower spray in a vain attempt to cleanse her body of imaginary impurities which seemed to coat her skin like some malignant fungus!
CHAPTER TWO
Gary Webster adjusted his tie and smoothed a hand along the side of his carefully combed sandy-brown hair, both gestures for the fifth time since he and Caroline had left their apartment to drive to Rich Sutherland's company house, shortly before nine that night. He felt nervous excitement at the prospect of this evening with one of Douglas and Capp's important wheels. He had met Sutherland once, briefly, at a meeting, and had been impressed by the man's suavity and bearing. One of these days, and in the not too distant future, he would have that kind of stature ... both physical and professional.
As the young couple ascended the brick steps up to the front door, Gary gazed at the figure of his lovely blonde wife. She wore a simple wine-colored dress which clung to her full, rounded breasts and perfectly globed buttocks. It ended just above her knees ... not too long, not too short, and accentuated the long litheness of her beautiful columnar legs. She had her hair down, as he liked her to wear it, strands of the long golden tresses curling around to frame her face and rest on the upswell of her bosom. She was a vision in radiant beauty, Gary thought. And yet, there was something troubling her. He could see it reflected in her soft blue-grey eyes.
He had sensed her inner unrest when he had come home from the office a little past six. She had seemed withdrawn, ashamed about something, but when he had asked her what was the matter, she had told him it was nothing at all and averted her eyes. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what could have upset her that way ... she wasn't normally given to moods and periods of depression. But then, you never knew what it was that was bothering women most of the time. Probably some inconsequential matter that would, if she relented to explain, seem patently silly as a basis for such anguish.
He had thought for a while after he'd come home that she was going to remain moody and uncommunicative, but she had responded to his joking, light banter and seemed to snap out of it somewhat. She was smiling now as they were going up the steps to the door of the elegant brick house, but he could still discern that troubled air about her. Well, at least she wasn't completely undemonstrative. A few drinks, and she'd come out of it once and for all, and start to giggle, the way she always did after the second drink of any kind of liquor at all.
Gary whistled softly under his breath as he escorted his wife to the door at the top of the steps. He whispered to Caroline, "We are consorting with members of the upper echelon tonight, sweetheart. Our future peers, if I may be so modest."
"You may, sir," Caroline said with an effort at a frivolous tone to match that of Gary's. "It's going to be a fun evening, isn't it honey?" There was an almost plaintive emphasis on that last sentence.
"That it is," Gary assured her. He put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder affectionately, then released her and lifted the gold knocker. He let it fall, and the sound echoed faintly through the hallway-foyer inside.
Almost immediately, the door was opened and the smiling face of Rich Sutherland looked out at them. He wore a dark blue lounging jacket with a pale silk cravat, black slacks and grey hair was immaculately combed. His smile widened as his bright blue' eyes roamed approvingly over his part-time secretary. "You look beautiful tonight, Caroline my dear," he said with genuine enthusiasm. "Positively gorgeous."
Caroline blushed appreciatively. "Why ... thank you, Mr. Sutherland!"
Sutherland beamed at her and then turned to Gary. They shook hands warmly. "Good to see you again, my boy," Sutherland said. "I hear you're doing very well at Douglas and Capp."
Gary tried an off-hand shrug. "Well, I'm still learning," he said.
"You'll do very well if your work so far is any indication," Sutherland said confidently. He took Caroline's arm and ushered her and Gary inside, shutting the door behind him.
They were in a huge living room, furnished tastefully with a combination of antique and modern furniture and pieces of art. There was a good sized brick fireplace, with a wide hearth stacked with cordwood and wrought iron fixtures, that comprised more than half of one side wall. At the other was a large, oiled walnut bar with four stools in dark leather, its surface covered with crystal decanters and glassware and liquor of what seemed to Gary and Caroline every conceivable kind. The entire rear wall was a huge view window with sliding glass doors that opened out onto a balcony running the width of the house.
On a long, low couch near the center of the cavernous room sat a strikingly beautiful woman in a shimmering silver gown that seemed to Caroline to be scandalously revealing, ending just below the apex of long, symmetrically proportioned legs equally as good as her own. She had long, black hair and a red mouth, and her beauty was loud and sensual where Caroline and quiet and somewhat virginal. She rose as the Websters approached with her husband and smiled with her moist warm lips. The silver-colored gown seemed to rustle with husky whispers as she moved, and clung to her rich, high breasts and sharply defined, protruding buttocks.
Rich Sutherland said, "Gary and Caroline Webster, I'd like you to meet my wife, Samantha Sutherland. Sammie, Gary and Caroline."
Samantha rubbed the palms of her hands along her sleek sides as if she were a languorous cat. Caroline thought a little spitefully, I don't like her at all. She acts like she's going to start purring any minute. And look at the expression on Gary's face. He's captivated by her, the way men always are over these ... these oversexed sirens like Mrs. Samantha Sutherland! Caroline wondered then if she was becoming jealous, and decided that she was. Not that she had any cause, of course, it was only natural for men to be attracted to a woman who was so obviously sensuous. Don't get your claws out, she cautioned herself. This had to be a fun evening for Gary's sake ... and yes, for her own after the traumatic self-abuse she had succumbed to that afternoon.
She said, "How do you do, Mrs. Sutherland. I'm very pleased to meet you."
"And I, you," Samantha said in a husky contralto. She turned her smoldering green eyes on Gary and took his hand. "How sweet of you to come tonight, Gary," she cooed.
Gary flushed slightly as her hand seemed to linger in his longer than necessary. "Glad we came," he managed, feeling some what at a loss for words for the first time since his teens. This Samantha Sutherland was probably the most alluring woman he had ever seen outside of a movie theater, and he found himself involuntarily wondering what it would be like to take her to bed. God, she could probably fuck the ass right off of you, he thought, and then blushed again at the lewdness of the idea. No use in harboring a lot of crazy thoughts that weren't going to get him anything anyway.
Still, she was a damned fascinating woman....
Rich Sutherland said, "Have a seat beside Sammie on the couch. I'll mix us some drinks. Have you any preference?"
"Well," Gary answered, "I'd like Scotch, if you have it, with soda. And I think Caroline will have a rum and Coke. Is that all right, honey?"
"Fine," Caroline smiled.
Sutherland said, "Sammie?"
"Another Drunken apricot, dear," she breathed. "That's champagne and southern comfort," she smiled.
Sutherland went to the walnut bar and began to mix the drinks. As he did so, he allowed himself a secretive smile and let his eyes undress Caroline Webster. If things went as planned, he thought, this was going to be a night he and Sammie and the Websters weren't going to forget for some time to come.
Neither Caroline nor Gary noticed that he made both of their drinks double-strength.
After the initial introductions, the evening seemed to progress rapidly, and in spite of her immediate dislike for the raven -haired green-eyed Sammie, Caroline found herself developing a certain camaraderie with the woman. Gary and Rich were discussing the law profession in depth, the new tax code change affecting Americans working abroad, the use of bugging and wire-taps in divorce courts, the advent of socialized medicine and how it would affect doctors in future years. The two men seemed to be getting along famously. Caroline found Samantha to be surprisingly intelligent, a somewhat paradoxical quality in a woman of her sensual physical appearance, and they were soon talking on topics ranging from a recipe for Escalope de Veau a la Creme to the damage being wrought by indiscriminate polluting of the world's natural resources.
The first drink Rich Sutherland had given Caroline had been a little strong for her liking, but she hadn't wanted to seem immature or impolite ... and so she hadn't said anything. She had drunk it slowly, and when she'd finally finished it, he'd made her another that hadn't seemed too strong at all. Probably just her imagination with the first one, she'd mused, and proceeded to drink the second with a bit less caution as she and Sammie talked. When she was again finished, Rich Sutherland dutifully poured her a third rum and Coke.
Although she wasn't really consciously aware of it, the amount of liquor Caroline was consuming began to have a marked effect on her. Gradually, she experienced a physical relacing of her body. The tenseness which her onanistic practice of the afternoon had instilled in her evaporated, and with its leaving went the guilt and shame she had harbored since her actions. She was completely relaxed by then, happy and carefree once again in the company of the man she loved and two people with whom she was enjoying herself immensely.
Gary, too, had noticed the strongness of his Scotch when Sutherland had handed him that first drink, but he had considered it a result of the well-known attorney's flare for being a gracious and liberal host. Besides, he liked his drinks with a little kick in them ... and he could hold his liquor with the best of men when he drank, even though he didn't indulge very often. He felt completely at ease with Rich Sutherland, and as the hour of midnight drew nigh, he found himself as complacently secure as he had ever been in his life. Rich Sutherland could be ... he hoped was going to be ... a valued and valuable friend, furthering Gary's career both directly and indirectly. Tonight could be the beginning of a long and satisfactory relationship.
Caroline drained the last swallow of her third drink, and Rich Sutherland got to his feet immediately. "Another, my dear?" he asked.
"Well...." Caroline giggled reflexively, and then excused herself and said, "Yes ... I think I will have another, Mr. Sutherland."
"Rich," he insisted. "There's no need for office formality here, Caroline."
"Then ... yes, I'd love another drink, Rich."
Samantha looked at her watch. "It's eleven-thirty," she said. "Don't you think it's time we opened some of that vintage champagne you had imported, baby?"
"Excellent idea," Sutherland enthused. "I have it on ice behind the bar."
"Mmmmmmm!" Caroline exclaimed. "I simply adore champagne!"
"Especially imported champagne," Gary said, grinning.
"This is quite good," Samantha told them, although she didn't add that it was also quite potent. "I think you'll like it. We certainly do."
"I'm sure we will," Caroline said, with a soft bubbling laugh. She was beginning to feel slightly giddy, almost light-headed, from the four rum and cokes she'd consumed over the course of the evening ... usually, two drinks were her absolute limit.
Rich Sutherland popped the cork on a gold-foil encased magnum he produced from behind the walnut bar, and poured four crystal champagne glasses of the golden liquid. They drank a toast to one another's health and happiness, and the attorney refilled their glasses. Another toast to Gary's success when he graduated law school and again Sutherland poured.
Caroline seemed to be floating on a pleasant, euphoric cloud, and she realized fully for the first time that she was very drunk. It was such a good feeling to be very drunk, she thought. Why hadn't she gotten very drunk more often if the feeling was this good? She felt strong hands pulling her to her feet, and strong arms encircle her, and she saw the smiling face of her husband before her eyes. She brought her arms up and clung to Gary's neck as he kissed her, opening her mouth to accept his tongue eagerly. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, enjoying the feeling of sensuality which the liquor had sent rippling through her and the embrace of Gary had magnified. She could feel his penis, pressing against her abdomen, jerk slightly in his pants, and she knew he was aroused by her passionate kiss.
But then a voice said close to her ear, "How about a kiss for your employer, my dear?" Caroline and Gary broke apart, and she giggled as she saw Sutherland affect a mock pout at her ignoring of him. He seemed to be feeling the effects of the evening's liquor consumption as well.
She took a stop forward, putting her hands boldly on his shoulders and said, "Of course you can have a kiss, Rich!"
He gathered her into his arms, and his mouth closed over hers, lightly at first and then more ardently as she responded to his expert movements. His breath smells sweet and warm, she thought, even with the odor of liquor on it. And numbly she kissed him. And he really knows how to kiss ... his lips are so soft ... oh, I feel so wicked, letting my boss kiss me this way with my husband standing right there, but after all it is a party and there's no harm will come of it....
Suddenly, Sutherland's mouth pressured hers open wide and his tongue slipped along her lips, darted inside to meet hers. Caroline felt a tremor of excitement course through her at such familiarity, and instead of being angered or frightened, she was oddly responsive to his invasion of her mouth. She clung to him almost as passionately as she had clung to her husband moments earlier, and allowed his hot, warm tongue to fill her mouth for a long moment, swirling round and round her own, before she drew back, giggling, to break the embrace.
As soon as his wife had begun kissing Rich Sutherland, Gary had immediately turned toward the voluptuous Samantha. What the hell? he thought with the lack of inhibition the champagne and brandy had combined to bring about, there wasn't anything wrong with kissing a beautiful and exciting temptress like Samantha Sutherland, not if her husband was standing right there kissing his wife, now was there? Besides, he was feeling pretty damned high ... maybe he couldn't hold the booze was well as he'd thought, not that it mattered much one way or another, and just looking at Sammie during the evening had made him desirous of even so little as a simple kiss. In fact, he had been secretly hoping that he would have an opportunity such as this when he first saw her. Those ripe, bee-stung red lips of Sammie's seemed to glisten invitingly, and she had the damndest little habit of moistening them constantly with the tip of her small pink tongue, making you want to taste them more and more each time you looked at them.
Sammie was smiling when he turned to her, and her eyes said that she knew what he wanted to do and that it was all right. She opened her arms to him, and he pressed close to her, feeling the taut, hard-nippled firmness of her breasts brand his chest hotly, even with the silver lame gown and his suit between their bare flesh. Then his lips were on those swollen soft ones of hers and her mouth parted instantly, her tongue flicking into his mouth to fuse with his, teasing along the ridged roof and over his teeth.
Holy Christ! the young husband thought with surprise. She really knows how to kiss! I'll bet she's something wild in the sack ... I'll bet she even lets Sutherland go down on her, and I'll bet she goes down on him, too ... Christ, it must be nice to have a wife who's really abandoned in bed, who isn't afraid to experiment and try new positions, new ways. Caroline's a damned beautiful woman, and I love her, but all she wants is missionary, no oral sex and no experimentation ... she's just static when it comes to love-making ... that goddamned old lady of hers was the problem, all right, with all the moralistic crap about sex being only for procreation and not to be enjoyed for its own sake....
Sammie's hot, probing tongue began to flash in and out of .Gary's mouth as if she was trying to rape him with it, and he felt his penis give an involuntary leap of arousal. The raven-haired hostess seemed to sense his passion and ground her pelvis tighter against his loins, moving her hips in a slow circular motion. Christ in heaven, what was she doing? Gary thought with liquored confusion. It was almost as if she was trying to screw him standing up, right there with all their clothes on! Hell, she dry-fucked better than Caroline actually made love, and his cock was almost erect from her erotic movements against him.
But then, abruptly, Sammie withdrew her tongue from his mouth and pulled back, smiling sultrily at him with her smoky green eyes sensuously half-lidded. She smoothed her gown with the palms of her hands, as she had done earlier. Gary released several short breaths, flushing guiltily at the small bulge along the right leg of his trousers and darting a look to see if Caroline had noticed his excitement. But she was laughing merrily as Rich put one of the little cocktail napkins on her head, and Gary breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, his cock returned to its normally flaccid state, and he tried to push the incident out of his mind. It couldn't have meant anything anyway, he told himself, the way she'd turned on like that. A hot number like Samantha Sutherland was sure to be ready for a screwing any time, anywhere, and it probably didn't take more than a pat on the fanny to set her sex fires burning.
They started to sing loudly and off-key and then convulsed into gales of laughter. Rich poured them all more drinks, and they drank and laughed until Samantha suggested they put on some music and dance. Gary and Caroline nodded enthusiastic approval of the idea, and Sutherland put on some mood music albums, Tubular Bells, the Magna Carta and Neil Sedaka ... on the stereo located in an impressive bank of stereo components behind a sliding panel in one wall. Caroline and Gary danced together for a while, as did Sammie and Rich, and then they changed partners. The changing seemed the most natural thing in the world to Caroline, who rested her blonde head against Rich Sutherland's shoulder and allowed him to pull her close.
As they moved slowly on the rust-colored carpet, Caroline thought drowsily, This is one of the most wonderful evenings I've ever spent ... so happy and beautiful and perfect, being with the two closest men in my life, my husband and my employer ... oh, I don't want tonight to ever end....
Gary's thoughts as he held Sammie tightly in the fold of his arms were of a different nature. He tried to concentrate on the music, tried to keep from dwelling on the warm softness of the sybaritic woman in his embrace, but it was futile. His mind was filled with lewd thoughts of Sammie Sutherland: how she would look and feel nude, spread out beneath him with her long black curls tangled in his fingers while he fucked into the tightness of her cunt again and again. His cock ached with the growing lust in his body, and was rising again into half-erectness from the contact of her hard abdomen beneath the silver gown.
He told himself again and again that such thoughts were wrong, that he was somehow mentally cheating on his wife by even thinking them. He knew his face and neck were flushing red, and he knew that his pounding heart could be felt and heard by Sammie. What was she thinking? Surely she knew what was on his mind, feeling his cock pressing into her loins. Was she secretly laughing at him? Or, somehow, was she attracted to him? That could be, otherwise, why hadn't she pulled back at the feel of his hard-on? Holy shit, what would she do if he made a pass at her? Would she slap his face, or would she ... ?
His reverie was broken by the sound of his wife's voice. Caroline said, "I ... I feel a little woozy, Rich. I think I'd better sit down." She giggled suddenly. "Think I've had a wee bit too much to drink."
Concern crept into Gary's mind, momentarily overshadowing his salacious thoughts. He drew back from Sammie and watched Rich lead Caroline to the couch and sit her down there. Caroline leaned her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes. Her face was a brilliant red from the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed, and the dancing and merry-making.
Gary went to his wife, unmindful that the bulge along his trouser leg was readily apparent to Rich and Sammie Sutherland unaware of the meaningful looks the two exchanged. He sat beside Caroline and took her hand. Damn! He was feeling that champagne himself. The room seemed to have a haze in it, dulling his vision somewhat, and the inside of his mouth was dry.
He said, "Are you okay, honey? Do you want me to get you anything?"
"She'll be all right," Sutherland said. "She just needs to rest for a few minutes."
"Yes ... " Caroline began. Then she giggled again, fluttering her eyes open, and leaned up to kiss him hard, wetly. Unintentionally, Gary felt himself comparing her kiss with that of Sammie Sutherland's. The older brunette won hands down, and he told himself again to stop such thinking before he did something he would be sorry for.
"I'll be all right, honey, I'll be all ... right." Caroline moaned, laying her head back and closing her eyes again.
"Do you want to go home now?"
"Oh, no! No, Gary, I'm having such a good time...."
Gary felt Sammie's hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up, her husband smiled disarmingly at him. "Give her a few minutes rest, Gary my boy. She's fine, if I know women ... and I think I do. He grinned again.
Gary stood up, and his own smile was lopsided. "Well," he said, "I guess you're right." He blinked his eyes rapidly a few times. "Whew! Guess I'm feeling that champagne, too."
"Why don't you go out onto the balcony and get some fresh air?" Sammie suggested at his shoulder. "It's stopped raining."
"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
She stepped around and took his arm. "Come on, Gary," she urged, and led him toward the view window. She drew back one of the sliding doors and ushered him onto the wet floor of the balcony, and he went to the railing and took several deep breaths. He sensed Samantha coming up beside him, felt her touch him with her body. Then he heard her say words which, with a shock, sobered him almost completely.
She said, "Do you still have a hard-on, Gary? Let me see if you do. Let me see if that cock of yours is still hard."
He turned abruptly, startled by her bold and lewd words. Her eyes lowered to the front of his trousers, and she made a mock pout with her shiny red lips when she saw that there was no bulge present any longer.
He said, "Samantha, what ... ?"
"Now, now," she said throatily, "let's not fence, shall we? I know I gave you a nice hard-on when I was kissing you, and again when I was dancing with you. Why do you think I was rubbing my pussy against that big cock of yours, Gary?"
"I ... I...," he faltered.
She laughed softly, sensually. "I know what you were thinking, you know," she told him confidently. You were thinking that you'd like to fuck me, weren't you? You were thinking that you'd like to put that big hard prick of yours in my cunt and fill me up with a great hot load of your cum. Isn't that right?"
Involuntarily, Gary's penis jumped once more into erection at the continued lasciviousness of Rich Sutherland's wife. It was throbbing wildly in his pants, and his brain was reeling. Why was she talking to him this way? he thought confusedly. What was the matter with her? Was she even more over-sexed than he'd thought ... some kind of nympho or something? She must be crazy to come on to a man she's only just met this way, with her husband and his own wife less than twenty feet away! Didn't she realize what could happen, making lewd suggestions the way she was?
Samantha leaned close to him and put her hand on his chest. She let it remain there for a moment, and then she moved it slowly, oh so slowly, down over his stomach, down over his abdomen, down to cup his genitals in her soft, warm palm!
"Well, Gary?" she asked, her breath like hot flowing honey against his cheek. "You haven't answered me. You would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Tell me how you'd like to fuck me!"
The young husband didn't know what to think, what to say. He wanted to turn and run inside the apartment again, get away from something he wasn't able to understand and therefore wasn't able to cope with, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and prick brought great swirling billows of heat rising through his loins, and his testicles ached almost painfully with sexual need.
"My cunt is on fire, you know that, don't you, Gary?" Sammie whispered. "My cunt is on fire for your big cock. Oh, and it is big, too, Gary. It's even bigger and harder than I expected it would be!"
She was stroking his prick and balls tantalizingly now, moving closer to him so that the tips of her full, globular tits touched his chest. Then she leaned forward, and her lips touched his cheek. Her tongue came out like a molten firebrand and traced a quick, liquid path down over his jawline and then back up over his lips before she drew her head back again.
"Samantha....Sammie, for God's sake!" he managed.
"I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck...." Sammie breathed in her sensuous voice.
Gary was trembling now, trembling almost uncontrollably. His mind was awhirl with panic-tinged thoughts. Never before had he been faced with a situation as staggering as this one, and he simply couldn't react. He could feel the heat of lust rising still higher inside him from her ministrations, from her lips and tongue, threatening to consume his completely. His whole being was crying out for release.
"First I'll suck you," Sammie said, and the licentious words tore through Gary like a knife through soft butter. "First I'll take your big cock in my mouth and suck you. Maybe I'll even suck you until you cum, until you fill my mouth with your hot sticky semen. Then, later, we'll fuck. Yes, that's just what I'm going to do ...."
"No...." It was a strangled protest, but one that seemed even in his ears to lack conviction. The heat was rising, rising ... no, no, no! his brain warned, but it too lacked conviction. No, this is wrong, all wrong! You've got to stop this now, before it's too late! You've got to go back inside, go back to where your wife is waiting, take Caroline home, get out of here, don't listen to her, don't let her talk you into anything. Jesus, Rich Sutherland is right inside, a man I've always admired and I'm out here with his wife's hands playing with my nuts and my prick ... Jesus, what would Caroline say if she found out? I'm a happily married man, for God's sake, a happily married man with a promising career ahead of me and if I don't put a stop to this right now I could blow both my marriage and my career in one stupid moment of weakness....
"No," he said again. "No, Samantha, stop, please...."
"Yes," she said sensuously squeezing and stroking down between his legs. "You want me to suck you off, don't you, Gary? You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you...." Sammie's words were almost hypnotic in their chanting intensity, and suddenly, Gary knew that he did want her to suck him and fuck him, did want her and to hell with the consequences! Oh, Jesus, Jesus, he had to have her! Nothing mattered but the acute pleasure-pain in his groin ... not his wife, not his career, nothing but this hot-blooded voluptuous brunette who was stroking and caressing him.
"Yes!" he hissed savagely. "Yes, goddamn it, yes, yes, yes! I want you, Sammie, oh, Christ, I want you to suck me and I want to fuck you!"
Sammie laughed throatily, and released his cock and balls, stepping back. "Come with me," she commanded.
He stared at her, his temples pounding with the liquor and the passion she had set to burning inside him. "But ... where? God, your husband ... Caroline...."
"Don't worry about them," she said. She put out her hand. "Follow me, Gary. Come with Samantha."
It was as if she was commanding a little boy, and yet he was powerless to do anything but obey. He stepped forward mutely, and she took his hand and led him across the wet balcony to a door set into the far wall. As they passed by the view window, he could dimly see that Rich Sutherland was sitting beside Caroline on the couch, looking down at her, paying no attention whatsoever to what was happening on the balcony.
Gary's heart was plunging wildly in his chest as Sammie opened the door and led him into a short, shag-carpeted hallway. At its far end was another door, and she opened that, taking his hand and ushering him inside. She followed him, closing the door behind her.
It was a bathroom.
Pink and maroon tile covered the floor and walls, and the fixtures were of the same color scheme with polished gold faucets and trim. There was a large inlaid mirror on one wall. Samantha said. "This is our private bath. It's one of my favorite rooms."
Gary stared about him open-mouthed. What was she going to do in here, for Christ's sake? The bathroom was huge, with plenty of open space, but....
She seemed to sense his confusion, and she laughed huskily. "We're going to take a bath together, Gary," she said. "Won't that be fun? You and I together in the tub there."
The idea somehow aroused Gary to even more passionate heights. He and Sammie Sutherland, bathing together while their respective spouses were in another room nearby!
The very boldness of it was tremendously exciting to the young husband. Would she suck him off while they were in the bathtub? he suddenly wondered. Jesus, he'd heard about getting a blow job while you were taking a bath, but he'd never in his wildest dreams thought it would happen to him! He'd only had one blow job in his life, and that was from a town girl near the army camp where he'd been stationed five years ago....
Samantha stepped forward to the sliding, frosted glass doors covering the bathtub and drew them open. She closed the drain and turned on the hot and cold water faucets. Then, straightening, she turned to Gary again.
And began to take her silver gown off.
His cock palpitated maddeningly as he watched the sultry raven-haired beauty reach behind her and draw the zipper down, then shrug out of his her silver garment. It fell slowly, cascading and shimmering, puddling around her ankles to radiate in the overhead light. She was clad in a lacy black bra that did little to conceal her white, rounded breasts, and a pair of the briefest bikini panties.
She spread her legs apart, and then slowly reached behind her to unhook the bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. Her breasts bobbed into view, and Gary sucked in his breath at the magnificent splendor of her high, proud tits jutting upward from her chest, topped with bright red, rigid nipples in the darker fields of her areolas.
Her hands stroked her sides as she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Gary's face. They slid sensuously over her hips, to the waistband of her panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew the briefs down, down over a dark, black, thickly grown pubic bush that contrasted startlingly with her white skin. Then the wet, petal-like lips of her softly hair-lined cunt came into view, and again Gary sucked in his breath. His cock jumped, and he could feel seminal fluid ooze form the glans opening!
Sammie stepped out of the briefs finally, and stood nude and unashamed like a whore before a sailor. Her legs were long and symmetrically formed, twin pillars of the finest architecture, and her buttocks were satin-smooth and dimpled enticingly. She stepped forward, still letting her pink tongue flick over her lips.
"Do you like?" she asked in a teasing, girlish voice. She cupped her breasts. "Do you like my tits? Are they big enough for you?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"And my cunt?" Her hands dipped lower, framing the ebony triangle as if it were some beautiful work of art. "Do you like my cunt, Gary?"
"Oh, Jesus, I love it! I love it!"
Sammie laughed appreciatively. "Get naked, honey," she told him. "Get naked so I can see that big cock of yours."
Gary hesitated, as guilt once more seized hold of him. No, he thought, God no, I can't do this, I can't! It's ... it's ... insane! How can I take a bath with this woman, have her suck my cock, fuck her, how can I do that with my wife in the same apartment, with her husband in the same apartment? It's crazy, like some dream ... maybe it is a dream, maybe I'll wake up any minute now ... but no, it's real, all right, that cunt of hers is real and those beautiful tits are real and my cock is so hard it's about ready to burst is real ... Jesus, I want her, I want her! I've got to have her ... yes, that's all that matters! I've got to have her or I'll go out of my mind! Having made his decision, whether right or wrong, Gary felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
He blanked his mind to all but the provocative woman who stood naked before him, to all but the billowing heat of his building cum that bloated his balls. Feverishly, he tore at his clothes, throwing his suit coat onto the floor, tearing his shirt and tie off, unbuckling his slacks and letting them fall. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, shed his shorts and T-shirt.
At last, he too, was naked. His cock jutted out from his trembling loins like a huge, quivering sword, the head an angry purplish red and sheened with his seminal fluid. His balls hung swollen in their softly swaying sac below, swinging slightly as his chest heaved with excitement. His eyes were glassy.
Sammie led out a soft sighing whistle of approval. "It's everything I thought it would be, Gary," she said. "It's a beautiful cock, more beautiful even than my husband's. God, I'm going to give such a wonderful cock everything it deserves. I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop of cum from those beautiful hairy balls of yours!"
A small, tortured cry erupted from Gary's throat, and he lunged forward, gathering Sammie in his arms, pressing his rigid shaft against her belly. His hands tore at her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, rolling the turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger. He was almost mindless with lust for her, making little mewling sounds in his throat.
Sammie giggled teasingly, disengaging him. "Now, don't be impatient, Gary," she said with mock reproof. "The bathwater isn't ready yet."
She moved to the medicine cabinet set on one wall, opened it, and removed a large bottle. She took the bottle to the tub and emptied some of its clear liquid into the rapidly filling oval-shaped tub. Dimly, Gary saw that it was bubble bath, that shining colored bubbles were forming on the steaming water which was emptying down from the gold faucets.
Sammie reached out and shut off the taps at last, and there was no sound in the bathroom then except their ragged excited breathing. She leaned forward, presenting her soft, velvety buttocks to his eyes, and raised one leg to place her foot on the lip of the tub. Gary's prick gave a convulsive leap as he saw the soft, fluted lips of her cunt flower open before his eyes, saw the glistening strands of curly black pubic hair that fringed the moist teasing slit. Then she put the one foot into the water, testing it, and stepped over into the brimming, bubbled water.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she sank down into it, until the bubbles completely covered her body, only her dark curls showing. Her eyes lidded. "Come on in, you beautiful hunk of man, you," she invited. "It's just fine in here."
Gary, his brain containing nothing in that moment but overwhelming lust, needed no further urging. Trembling, his cock swaying rigidly in front of him, he joined her in the tub, sitting down opposite her at the other end. His feet slid along the outside of her legs as he settled down, his toes touched the satiny sking of her hips and sides. The water was hot and sweet-smelling and he could feel the warmth send little ripples of pleasure along his groin.
Sammie wiggled her toes, stretching forward, and he felt the nails tickle his balls deliciously. She giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his prick shoot up like a periscope among the popping bubbles. She raised up, so that her high, firm breasts floated like two lovely battleships on the water, drawing her toes along the insides of his thighs as she did so. She rose up onto her knees then, staring at him, licking her red, parted lips.
"So you want me to suck you now?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck your big hard cock now, Gary?"
"Yes! Suck it, oh, Jesus, suck it, suck it!" Samantha lowered her head, and Gary watched her mesmerically as she took a mouthful of the hot, soapy water. Little bubbles were in evidence around her glistening mouth when she raised her head again, as if she was bitch dog with the froth, and the sight further increased the passion which was seething inside his body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly above the jutting head of his swollen rod, and her hand slid through the warm water to grasp his cock at the base, her little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.
Breath burst from Gary's lungs in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his genitals. She kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue, staring down at his cock as she massaged it as if it was some lollipop she had been waiting for a long, long time. Her cheeks were puffed out from the soapy water she was retaining there.
Then, like a striking snake, her head darted down and her lips came in contact with the glans of his cock, parted to take the shining wet head between them. At the same time, she released the water which she had been holding inside her mouth, and it cascaded like warm flowing oil down over the length of his throbbing shaft.
A cry of the most excruciating delight he had ever experienced rendered itself from the very core of Gary's being, and his hands came out of the bath water involuntarily to tangle themselves in the raven tresses of Sammie's head. He levered up as he did so, driving more of his cock into the warm, incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his head was resting on the tub's lip, and he could look down to see half of his burgeoning manhood disappear into the bright red lips of the voluptuous Samantha Sutherland, see her lust-contorted features as she allowed the rod to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it, without touching it with her tongue. Gary's testicles were boiling cauldrons of semen now, and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his hardened pole like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Suck me!" he commanded down to the top of her head. "Suck me, suck meeeeeeee!"
He tried to push her head down on his cock with his hands wrapped in her now wet black hair, but she resisted, tickling his balls maddeningly with her fingers. She pulled out of his grip to smile teasingly up at him. "Do you like my mouth wrapped around your cock, Sweetie?"
"Yes! For Christ's sake, suck me, Saaaaammmmaaaaannnnnnthaaaaa!"
Once more her head dipped, and her tongue came out then to lick circles of liquid fire around and around the glans of his prick, flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the lubrication which seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and he endeavored to bury his penis inside her mouth again. But still she resisted, licking and washing the head of his cock tantalizingly, twirling her tongue faster and faster around the blood-swollen head.
She drew back once again, leaving his cock, and lowered her head to the water another time. Again, her mouth filled with the hot, soapy liquid, and again, she bobbed her head down over his cock, took the glans between her lips carefully.
She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically, with the water still held in her mouth.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Gary moaned in rapturous passion, as the combined sensations of Sammie's soft lips and tongue, and the hot water she was gurgling around his prick made him almost insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this good! Christ in heaven, how could a man go through twenty-five years of life without ever having had anything as good as this?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Sammie hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the soapy water, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Gary was watching her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one of such prurience that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Sammie's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the outstroke was like a separate entity, a mad thing as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, her concentration full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the hot water around and around his prick without loosing so much as a droplet of it from the cavern of her soft, ovaled mouth. Her breasts danced wildly, beating the water to a bubbled froth, as her head pumped, as the soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his turgid, palpitating cock.
It won't be long, the young husband thought humbly, completely abandoned now the orgasmic mouthfucking he was receiving, it won't be long before I cum, before I fill her mouth and her throat and her belly with my cum ... it won't be long before I shoot a load like I've never shot before, before I have an orgasm that'll put all the ones I've had with Caroline to shame ... it won't be long, it won't be long now at all!
CHAPTER THREE
"I ... fell asleep, didn't I?" the young wife said to her boss, a little sheepishly.
"You sure did, honey," he told her smilingly. The older man moved back a little from his pretty young secretary and looked into her eyes. "Are you feeling okay now?"
"Well, I guess so. Gosh, how embarrassing," she confessed, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Oh, not too long. About half an hour."
Caroline felt his soft, cool hand stroke her forehead and her long blond hair. Her head lifted from the back of the couch, and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
She had a strange disembodied feeling ... she didn't know where she was at first, or even who she was. But then she recognized her boss, Rich Sutherland, and the evening's events came back to her.
Caroline looked about the room, then frowned. "Where's my husband, Gary?"
The attorney got to his feet, his expression sobering. Inside, however, he was seething with anticipation of what he felt sure was about to happen. The timing was perfect, he thought. His wife, Samantha, should have things well in hand ... properly, he told himself with a mental grin, well in mouth ... by now ... Christ, he'd had Gary all but fetching sticks for her when she'd led him off the balcony earlier. It was really a pleasure to watch her work. She knew how to entice a man, that was for sure, and she was the best fuck he'd ever had, although a few women he'd known had come close. All things considered, Sammie was the perfect wife for him, and he the perfect husband for her. They both loved fucking more than anything....yes, he had to admit he loved it even more than his work ... and their respective skills in acquiring new flesh for the fold were perfectly harmonious. He was a damned lucky man.
Sutherland held out his hand to the beautiful young woman on the couch, and Caroline took it. He lifted her onto her feet, steadying her with his other hand on her elbow. "There's something I think you should see, my dear," he said.
"See?" she asked, confused. "But ... where's Gary? And ... where's Samantha?"
"Come along now," Sutherland said soothingly, and steered her down a hallway at the far end of the living room, opening a door off it. He groped on the wall inside, and light flooded the previously darkened room.
Caroline saw that it was a lavishly furnished bedroom, with thick gold carpeting and a huge double bed with a satin spread. The dresser, as well as a hope chest and vanity, was of the same mixed styles as the living room. She stopped just inside the door, looking befuddledly about her.
"This ... this is your bedroom," she said inanely.
"Yes, that's right," Sutherland said in his soft voice. "Mine and Sammie's."
"I ... don't understand, Rich. What ... ?"
"Come over here," Sutherland told her, motioning toward a set of miniature velvet drapes which were drawn over something in the side wall of the room, much in the fashion of serious art collectors who drape their paintings. "I think you ought to see this, my dear."
Perplexedly, Caroline followed the respected attorney across the carpeted floor to the closed drapes. There was a light switch next to the cord which operated the drapery drawstring, and Sutherland reached up to flick the button. The room was plunged once again into murky darkness, and Caroline opened her mouth to complain about the unexpected action. But then Rich pulled the cord, sending the drapes sliding open with a sibilant rustle.
There was a window in the wall. Or so it seemed to Caroline at first. Bright light shone through, illuminating the bedroom once again with a long elongation of brilliance. She stepped forward, frowning deeply, and then she could see into what was obviously a bathroom, maroon and pink tiled with....
Caroline froze suddenly, froze in abject horror. A small cry burst involuntarily from her throat, and she felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. She couldn't seem to find her breath, and she stood there gasping, hr eyes bulging wide with sheer disbelief.
What she saw was a rite as old as time itself being performed in a large oval bathtub directly before her eyes, only a few feet away. It was the perverted rite of fellatio, a disgusting practice Caroline had always held in abhorrence as being something which prostitutes did for money and which sluts did for the satisfaction of degenerate desires! It was something which pimps allowed upon their flesh and sick men in dirty hotel room in the worst part of town.
But the two participants in the lewd scene before her were not of this ilk. They were Samantha Sutherland and her husband, Gary, the man she loved!
Samantha was kneeling in the tub, amidst a thick coating of bubbles, her head slaving up and down over Gary's groin, her lips sliding around his huge, erect penis hungrily, as if it were some obscene peppermint stick. His hands were wrapped in her long dark hair, urging her on to even faster bobbings and lickings, and there was on his face a mask of pure and mindless lust. His lips were pulled back over his teeth, spittle was dribbling out onto his chin and he had both his legs spread wide, heels resting on the tub's two lips on either side of the sucking raven-haired girl kneeling between them.
A strangled sob escaped Caroline's throat, a gasp of nightmarish rejection of the sickening picture burning the retinas of her eyes. She staggered backward, wanting to turn and flee, run, get out of there, blot that terrible scene from her mind ... but Rich caught hold of her, restraining her, preventing her from taking her gaze from the wildly jerking couple in the bubble bath on the other side of the wall.
"This is a two-way mirror," Sutherland said quietly, watching with admiration the way his wife's mouth and tongue were working around Gary Webster's lust-hardened cock. Damn, but his wife could really give a blow job! His own cock leapt into instant arousal, watching her, and the feel of Webster's young wife's soft, resilient flesh trembling under his hands sent little ripples of heat flashing through his groin.
"We can see them in there, but they can't see us. From the bathroom, it looks as if there's just a big mirror on the wall."
"My God!" Caroline wailed in undisguised misery. "Oh, my God, my god!" she leaned back against Sutherland almost without realizing it, while her mind fought to accept the reality of what she was seeing.
"Do you know what's happening in there, Caroline?" Sutherland asked softly, his voice almost hypnotic now. "That's your husband and my wife, and they're making love ... oral love, the best kind of love. Your husband and my wife, Caroline...."
"No! God, no, no, no!" The words tore from Caroline's throat in an almost pleading tremolo as if she was trying to convince herself that it couldn't be happening. Her brain seethed with tumbling reeling thoughts and emotions.
That's Gary, my Gary, my husband ... lying nude in a tub filled with bubble bath with the ... the slutish whore wife of my boss.
That's the man I promised to love, honor and obey, until death do us part. . lying in there with another woman's mouth on his penis, letting her kiss him there, obviously enjoying it the way his face is twisted like some beast in heat, letting her do that to him while the woman he supposedly loves, his wife ... me ... is in the same apartment ... Oh God, it couldn't be true, it couldn't be happening ... but it was! This sick, foul perverted disgusting thing is happening, right before my eyes ... I'm watching my whole world collapse right in front of me, everything I believed in, believed was good and clean and decent is being soiled and made a mockery of before my very own eyes ... ! The young wife's mind raged.
Rich Sutherland was holding her very tightly now, and she suddenly became aware of a prodding against her buttocks and the pounding of the attorney's heart. She shuddered, trying to turn. Did ... did Rich have an erection from watching this? My God, was he aroused? How could that be? That was his wife in there, wasn't it? Just like that's my husband....
As if sensing her thoughts, Sutherland moved his pelvis against her buttocks lightly, and in her ear he whispered in the same mesmeric tone, "It's exciting to watch, isn't it, my dear? It's exciting to watch your husband make love to someone else. It arouses your passions, doesn't it? It makes you want to make love yourself, doesn't it, Caroline?"
"Nooooooo!" she moaned. What was the matter with him? Had he taken leave of his senses, acting this way, talking like that? She didn't know Rich Sutherland at all, that was plainly evident. She didn't know what kind of a man he was deep inside at all. Why ... why, it was almost as if he was reveling in the sickness before their eyes ... as if he had known all along that it would happen, and was waiting expectantly for it....
"Look at the way Sammie moves her mouth up and down on your husband's cock!" Sutherland intoned behind her, his breath hot in her ear. "Look at the way her mouth works on his penis, Caroline. That's exciting, isn't it? You feel aroused watching it, don't you?"
"No, it's ... evil, disgusting!" Caroline flung at him, struggling to break free but his grip was like iron on her. She felt anger rise in her ... not, unreasoning anger that replaced the shocked horror which had numbed her mind until then. The line between love and hate was a thin one, and she had crossed over it the moment she'd seen what Gary was doing in that bathtub with Samantha Sutherland. She hated him now, no longer loved him. She hated him enough to kill him! Yes, to kill him, to cut off that offending member of his with a butcher knife and watch him bleed to death! And now she hated Rich Sutherland, too, hated him almost as much as she did Gary, for he was a party to this animalistic depravity, she knew that somehow....
She twisted and jerked in the attorney's grasp, but in vain. She was breathing hard, her eyes locked on the lewd spectacle before her, watching Samantha Sutherland's undulating buttocks lashing the bubbled water in lewd motion as she slavered her mouth up and down and around Gary's long, hard cock. Her wet black hair was fanned out, floating in the water over Gary's belly, and her tongue was lashing furiously around and around the head of the prick in her mouth on the outstroke. There was the same mindless lust contorting her features as was contorting Gary's.
"Watch them, Caroline," Rich Sutherland commanded hypnotically, holding her. "Watch them, Caroline, watch my wife suck your husband's cock!"
His salacious words brought a gasp from Caroline, but even though, she found herself obeying Rich's words. She was watching, watching with widened eyes, and her struggles ceased somewhat despite the fact that the hot anger of moments earlier, tempered somewhat now, still remained. The older attorney began to whisper more obscene remarks into her ear, and his hand moved around under her breasts, the forearm raising them up as he held her. He was telling her again how exiting it was to watch the perverted love-making in the bathroom, how it gave vent to rising passions to see other people doing it.
And suddenly, in spite of herself, Caroline became aroused.
She could feel her nipples harden beneath the dress she wore, beneath her bra ... she could feel her vaginal juices begin to flow as they had that afternoon when she had masturbated in their apartment. She tried to will the unwanted desire away, tried to turn her eyes from the lascivious sight of Gary and Samantha Sutherland, but she could do neither. The passion was growing inside her now for once kindled, it was spread rapidly, like an inferno consuming her flesh, causing her to tingle deliciously all over.
Sutherland, sensing her arousal, felt a glowing triumph. It was going to work out just as he and Samantha had planned! She was going to come across, he felt sure of it now! He had been right in his appraisal of the hidden depths of Caroline Webster, and after four months of looking at her five days a week and wanting her more and more each day, he was going to have her! Soon, soon!
He renewed his whispers into her ear with more and more lewd words and suggestions, and his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. Christ, but she had nice tits! She wasn't protesting now, either! She was watching Samantha suck her husband off, and she wasn't fighting his advances. He pressed his erect cock tighter against her buttocks, insinuating the hardened bulge into the soft, yielding crevice between her asscheeks.
"My wife and your husband, Caroline," he breathed into her ear. "My wife and your husband ... fucking. That's what they're doing, you know. Sammie is mouthfucking Gary. Sammie and Gary making love. So why shouldn't we make love, Caroline? Why shouldn't you and I fuck? I want to fuck you, Caroline. Caroline, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you right here, right now, while we watch your husband and my wife. I want to fuck you standing up right here, Caroline!"
Caroline's mind was still a seething turmoil of anger and hatred, made irrational by the amount of liquor she had consumed on this evening, but it was fast becoming swamped by her rising passion. Rich's words were taking their toll now. She could feel his hand on her breast, knew she should take it away, stop him from touching like that. She could feel his penis, hard between the sensitive cheeks of her buttocks, and she knew she should stop that, too. But the feelings they evoked were pleasant, adding fuel to her excitement ... and she didn't want to stop.
She wanted to ... she wanted to make love! She wanted Rich Sutherland to make love to her!
The sudden, overwhelming realization made Caroline's head pound rhythmically. Yes, that was what she wanted! She wanted him to do what he was whispering in her ear ... wanted him to, yes, fuck her! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to punish Gary for what he had done to her, what he was doing to her right now by allowing Samantha Sutherland to suck him like that! What better way to get back at him, what better way than to make love to Samantha's husband? It didn't matter that Rich had known about this all along, been a party to it as he surely had ... none of that mattered right now, right at this moment. All that mattered was getting back at Gary, hurting him like he was hurting her ... and the prurient desires which were raging in her flesh, demanding to be satisfied....
"Caroline," the attorney was whispering. "Caroline, I want to fuck you while we stand here and watch your husband fucking my wife! Do you hear me, Caroline? I want to fuck you while we...."
"Yes!" Caroline heard herself cry out. "Yes, Rich, yes, yess! I want you, Rich, I want you to ... to fuck me!"
Sutherland's hand squeezed her breast harder and his breath exploded into her ear. Those were the words he had waited a long, long time to hear!
He cupped both her breasts, moving his pelvis tight behind her. "Right here, right now," he whispered. "Yes! Yes, yes!"
"While we watch Samantha sucking Gary?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Lean forward and put your hands on the wall on either side of the glass," he commanded. "Put your face right up to the two-way mirror so you can see!"
Caroline complied, past all caring now, wanting only release from the floodtide of passion surging like combers on a stormy beach through her being. She wanted him, wanted his penis inside her, wanted him, wanted him, wanted to hurt Gary....
Sutherland's dexterous fingers were on the buttons of her dress now, snapping them open one by one. Slowly, he drew the garment off her shoulders, down over her limp arms and then off her body altogether. She raised one foot, then the other, to step out of the dress wearing only bra and panties now. Sutherland unfastened her bra straps, letting it fall away, and her full, taut-nippled breasts swayed into freedom. Even in her humped over position, there was no pendulous effect to full, firm mounds ... they remained high and firm on her chest.
Caroline felt the attorney's fingers teasing along the lacy material of her buttocks, his nails digging lightly into the resilient, passionate flesh. Then he was tugging at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. A cool rush of air blew along her backsides, and she dimly realized that she was now completely nude, her full, rounded buttocks presented to the lusting gaze of her employer with total abandonment and surrender.
On the other side of the two-way mirror, in the bathtub filled with soapy water, Caroline could see Samantha pulling Gary's cock into her mouth voraciously, the shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along velvet as she endeavored to take every single inch of his monstrous shaft into the soft, wet folds of her cheeks. Sammie's buttocks undulated madly, and Gary was jerking and twisting in wild frenzy under her ministration. The foamy water lashed over the edge of the tub like surf over a boat pier, spilling onto the floor in glistening pools. And still Samantha sawed up and down with enraptured, frenetic movements on his penis, her pink lips contrasting with the blood-red rod, her mouth so tightly suckling him that her lip-flesh pulled out grotesquely as her head bobbed up, then turned in to almost completely disappear as she lunged downward again and he levered up to meet her bobbing thrust.
He's going to cum in her mouth, Caroline thought numbly. He's going to fill her mouth with his seed, strangle her on it, drown in her in his hot semen ... The thought was perversely exciting, and down between her legs she felt her pussy begin to secrete her fluids in ever-increasing amounts as she watched Samantha Sutherland suckle and lick her husband's cock. Behind her, Rich was massaging her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the bare flesh with his long, sure fingers, pulling the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart to reveal the salaciously enticing furrow which nestled glistening between Caroline's slender well-tapered legs.
Then he brought one hand around to manipulate one of her breasts, finger rolling and teasing the rigid bud at its peak. His other hand dipped into the soft, hair-lined slit, middle finger extended and teasing down and under along the incredibly soft cunt of the young wife. He found her clitoris, rigid and tingling, and began to tease it with the tip of his finger. Caroline mewled with unwanted delight at the electric flashes his probings were sending through her every fiber.
At that moment, she felt his one hand leave her breast and, a second later, heard the unmistakable whisper of a zipper being drawn down. She tensed, opening and closing her legs around his invading finger, waiting for what she knew was to come. Sutherland pressed forward again, and Caroline felt the hard, rubbery tip of his erect penis rub along the velvety surface of her buttock cheeks dip into the moist crevice and down toward where his finger was sliding into the moist, warm folds of her cuntal mouth.
He's going to do it to me with his big, hard penis, she thought. He's going to do to me what I vowed no other man but my husband would ever do to me ... I'm about to commit adultery, no better than a common whore, no better than Samantha Sutherland in there with my husband ... but for the first time in my life, it doesn't seem to matter, and I know why it doesn't ... everything I've ever believed in has been destroyed tonight, my whole world destroyed, and so I might as well sink to the depths of these other degenerates, to the depths to which my husband has sunk!
Sutherland worked the blood-engorged knob of his long, purple-veined prick up and down in Caroline's moist, soft cunt with increasing fervor. Christ, this was really going to be good! He told himself. It was going to be one of the best fucks he'd ever had, he could sense it, feel it in the marrow of his bones. His balls felt as if they contained lead weights, and his cock throbbed and jerked with the need to fuck her. He was going to get his nuts after about ten strokes, he was so goddamned excited! But what the hell ... this wasn't going to be the last time he would screw Mrs. Gary Webster, no sir, not the last time at all....
"I'm going to fuck you now, Caroline," he whispered. "I'm going to put my hard cock in your cunt and fuck you until you scream!"
"Yes, Rich!" Caroline heard herself agreeing in a half whisper. "Fuck me, please, fuck me!"
"Reach behind you and take my cock in your hand," he commanded. "Put it in, Caroline. Put my cock in your cunt!"
Groaning with the billows of fire that were racing through her bloodstream, Caroline ob-eyed the order, reaching behind her to grasp the fleshy, lubrication-slick head of Rich's huge cock. God, it was so big! Could I take it all? Yes ... yes, I can take it. I have to take it! Caroline splayed her legs wider apart, bracing herself against the two-way mirror with her eyes feasting on the lewdly jerking couple in the bathtub, and guided Sutherland's thick cock to her cuntal orifice, placing it there at the door of her secret, innermost recesses as if it was some pagan offering to a heathen god. She eased the thick head inside, reveling in the delicious sensations which were fast reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.
"Fuck me, Rich!" she pleaded. "Hurry, hurry, hurryyyyyyy!"
"Yes, fuck you," Sutherland murmured, and he couldn't control himself any longer. He levered forward with all the power in his hips and pelvis, sending his huge lust-hardened cock tearing along the warm, wet, yielding walls of her vagina like some terribly destructive machine created to wreak havoc by a madman. The fleshy head slammed against her cervix, and his loins ground against her jutting asscheeks, and his balls bounced resoundingly against her wet pubic mound below.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, and as he withdrew slightly and levered forward again, "Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God, Rich ... you're so biiiiiggggggggg!"
Sutherland's hands came around to cup and knead her breasts, his breath hot and ragged on the back of her neck. He couldn't control himself now ... there weren't going to be any preliminaries, any slow and easy buildup. He was just going to fuck her, fuck her as they were two raging beasts, fuck her the way he wanted to fuck, the way he knew instinctively that she wanted to fuck!
He began to saw into her, back and forth, withdrawing his long hard prick almost all the way out, and then lunging forward again to bring groans of tormented pleasure bubbling from Caroline's lips.
"Do you like it, Caroline?" he hissed. "Do you like my cock in your belly?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, I love it in me, Rich! It's so big, so good in my belly...."
"I'm going to fill you up with cum, Caroline!" he moaned, sawing in faster and faster into her wet, butter-soft cuntal passage. "I'm going to fill you up!"
"Yes, yes, fill me up, Rich, fill me up!"
It feels good inside me, it really does, she thought in her liquor-fogged, passion-fogged brain. This forbidden, elicit penis violating my secret womanhood feels so fantastically good ... and look at Gary in there, look at his face, the way he's twisting and jerking. He's going to cum any second now, and ... yes, God, yes, so am I and so is Rich!
She watched Samantha Sutherland's mouth work harder and faster on Gary's cock in the swirling water of the bathtub, work with incredible speed until her dark head seemed to be a blur of motion. Gary was levered up almost out of the water now, driving his loins into her face, thrusting her flailing head down on his hardened tool to bend it from side to side with her insatiable lips and tongue. He hand kneaded and caressed his balls, urging him on to climax, and suddenly, Caroline saw her husband's mouth fly open as he drove upward maniacally. A strangled scream that reached even her ears tore from his throat.
"I'm cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnngggggggggg!" he howled, and Samantha pulled her head back so that only the glans of his prick was between her lips, churning her mouth and lips crazily as the first molten jet of his cum burst into her mouth from his over-flowing scrotum. Samantha's cheeks hollowed and bloated, hollowed and bloated as she milked his erupting cock, swallowing voraciously to keep from choking as he flooded his warm white sperm deep into her mouth.
Caroline saw her husband's cum dribbling out around Samantha's wildly suckling mouth, rolling down over her wet and bubbled chin and to commingle with the soapy water, and the sight of such salacious perversion triggered her own climax. She buffeted back against Sutherland's pistoning cock like some barnyard beast, her hips churning against his loins, reveling in the lewd slapping sounds of his balls smacking down against her pubic hair and the wet sucking noises of cock sawing into her cunt. Her entire being was filled with her beginning orgasm, and her body trembled and vibrated at the onslaught of the attorney's invading rod.
"Rich ... Rich ... Rich ... Rich!" she wailed mindlessly. "Rich, I'm going ... going ... going ... to climax ... Rich, I'm there, I'm there ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Meeeee tooooooooo!" the older man squealed behind her, unable to control the spinning heat in his balls. With one final, almost sadistic lunge, he came in time to her cumming, spewing forth a great, burning surge of sticky white semen far, far up into her wildly quivering womb. He was moaning in orgiastic rapture, filling her vagina with his seed, inundating her with it. Caroline's pussy flowered open around Rich's wildly spasming prick, and her juices exploded to mingle with his deep inside her still contracting belly.
She had never known an orgasm like this in her life!
It was as if she had been transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching galaxy on soft, gentle wings. She knew nothing but incomparable rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting and expanding as if with an injection of some drug as her boss's cock gave one final jerking spurt of cum and then began to rapidly deflate, draining in her cunt as it went limp. Finally, it slipped from her sperm-flooded passage with a soft, obscene popping sound, trailing sticky strands of cobwebby semen from her soft satisfied slit.
Caroline slumped forward onto her knees on the carpet, her head resting against the wall below the two-way mirror. She emitted a long blissful sigh of satiation, seeing as she slid down Samantha collapse across her husband Gary in the bathtub and kiss him passionately on the mouth with his cum still painting the brunette beauty's lips and chin....
CHAPTER FOUR
Caroline awoke slowly, coming into awareness by degrees. The room was completely dark, and she lay between fresh, sweet-smelling sheets on a strange bed, curled into a fetal position with her knees drawn up to her bosom. She turned her head, unleashing a sharp pain in her temples, and she groaned softly in the darkness.
She moved her hand and her fingertips touched the bare satiny surface of one hip. She realized then that she was nude ... and the events which had transpired earlier came flooding back into her conscious memory. She groaned again, this time not from the pain in her head but from abject shame and mortification, feeling sick to her stomach and suddenly dirty, unclean.
It was as if her skin were being overrun with tiny, slime-footed creatures, microbes of the most diseased variety entering the pores of her skin!
She rolled onto her back, feeling hot tears of degradation begin to cascade from her eyes. Oh, God, oh, God, she lamented, I've committed a dreadful sin, I've desecrated my marriage vows ... it doesn't matter that Gary did it first, not now when my mind is rational once again.
The tears flowed hotter, more stinging, on her cheeks and again she moaned piteously. She was sick, mentally sick, that was the only logical conclusion. She needed help, professional help, for in one day she seemed to have forsaken all that she considered sacrosanct ... her innocence in matters sexual, her marital contract, her love for her husband.
Was there hope for her, or had some incredible transformation taken place inside her body that was unalterable? Had she somehow become a carnal animal instead of a wholesome, loving woman? Oh God, what was the answer? What was the problem?
The sound of a door softly opening snapped Caroline's head off the downy pillow, breaking her reverie, and she looked toward the bedroom entrance. The door was opening slowly, and in the light from the hallway beyond she could see her husband standing framed there, staring in at her. No! her mind shouted. No, go away, go away! I don't want to see you, not now, not ever! Go away, you ... you disgusting ... thing!
But he didn't go away. Instead, her husband came into the room, walking softly, and crossed over to the bed. He reached out and switched on the lamp on the bedside table, flooding the bed with soft, amber-colored light. Caroline turned her head away, flinging one arm up to cover her eyes. Gary sat down beside her.
"Honey?" he whispered. "Honey, how do you feel?"
"Go away!" she pleaded. "Leave me alone!"
"Caroline, what is it?"
"You know what it is!" she flared. "Oh, my God, yes, you know what it is!" she flared. "Oh, my God, yes, you know what it is you ... unfaithful beast!"
"Oh, Christ!" he said softly, realizing that, somehow, she knew what had happened between him and Samantha in the bathroom earlier. It wasn't possible that she could know, and yet....
"Caroline, listen to me. Please, honey, listen....
"I won't listen! I won't!" She turned her head toward him, her eyes blazing wetly with tears of anger. "I know what you did tonight, Gary! I saw you! Oh, dear God, I saw you and Samantha together! I saw ... saw her with her mouth on your ... your...." She couldn't say it, couldn't continue. She buried her face in the pillow, crying unabashedly now.
He touched her, tentatively, and then withdrew his hand as she cringed like a beaten puppy from his touch. "Caroline ... Caroline, if you only knew the shame I feel right now. If only you knew the guilt, the terrible guilt ... Caroline, I was drunk and I was ... oh, Christ, I don't know what I was! I'm not trying to make excuses, I just lost my head. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't, Caroline. You have to believe that!"
"I don't have to believe anything," she told him, and the anger was rising in her now, reaching a fever pitch as it compounded with her own guilt and shame. "All I know is, you were doing something ... absolutely immoral with another woman, with that slut Samantha Sutherland...."
"She's not a slut," Gary said defensively. He regretted his words instantly, as soon as they left his lips.
"No? Then, what is she?"
"A woman, that's all. A hot-blooded woman, who loves and enjoys sex. There's nothing wrong with that, Caroline."
"She's a whore! A filthy whore!"
"No, damn it, she's not...."
"Why are you defending her, Gary? Why? I'm your wife, not her. I'm the woman you supposedly love, not that harlot...."
Gary felt anger kindle inside him, too. He hadn't expected Caroline to understand, not really, and he didn't blame her for being upset. But ... well, damn it, he felt some inexplicable necessity for vindicating Samantha's behavior on this night. "Listen, Caroline," he said, "Samantha Sutherland is a woman, nothing more, nothing less. Just because she's able to respond where some women aren't...."
"Meaning me, is that it?"
"I didn't say that."
"But that's what you meant, isn't it?"
"All right, then! Goddamn it, yes, that's what I meant! Samantha really knows how to please a man, to do the things that all men like to have done in bed. She doesn't just lie there like a goddamned corpse counting the cracks in the ceiling and wishing it was over!" He paused and then flung at her, "She's good, the best I've ever had, Caroline! She's good, do you hear me? Good!"
He has no right to talk to me like that! she thought in ire. He has no right, not after what he's done! What kind of man is he, to sit there and call me names, say that I'm no good in bed, when he's just finished having his penis sucked by another woman!
He needs to be hurt, deserves to be hurt! I wasn't going to tell him about Rich and me ... I was going to live with my shame and hope that somehow, some day, things would work out. But now I am going to tell him! I'm going to hurt him like he's hurt me!
Softly, maliciously, she said, "Rich Sutherland didn't think I was such a bad lay. In fact, he enjoyed me. He enjoyed me so much that he came right away!"
Gary froze into immobility, staring at her open-mouthed. "What ... what did you say?"
"You heard me, Gary! I made love to Rich Sutherland! I did it right over there, where those drapes are on the wall. There's a two-way mirror behind them, and I let him have me from behind while we watched you and Samantha in the bathtub. I let him have me because of what you were doing ... and yes, because I wanted him, because I was aroused! What do you think of that?"
Gary was speechless. His ears refused to believe at first what she was saying and he was hearing. It wasn't possible! Not Caroline ... not his sweet innocent little wife! Jesus, not her, not Caroline ... with another man, with Rich Sutherland, with his long hard cock ejaculating inside her ... Suddenly, his anger became overwhelming as he realized, irrefutably, that she was telling the truth ... that she allowed Rich Sutherland to have her. He bared his teeth, taking her shoulders roughly in his hands and shaking her. The covers fell from beneath her chin, and he saw for the first time that she was naked, that there were thin red marks on her full, firm breasts that could only have come from a man's grasping fingers! His brain reeled with confused thoughts, the predominate of which was blind rage. "You fucking bitch!" he screamed at her. "You dirty filthy fucking bitch!"
"And what are you?" she shot back. "You're nothing better, for God's sake! At least I was faithful until you were unfaithful. At least I waited until then! How can you be so righteously indignant, when you were doing practically the same thing I was doing! And liking it more!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Suppose ... you're pregnant? Suppose he got you pregnant?"
"What would you care if I was?" she asked him angrily. "You don't care for me any more. You proved that by being with Samantha tonight ...."
"And what did you prove by being with Sutherland?"
"I proved nothing at all," she said. "I just wanted to hurt you, wanted to do something equally as terrible as what I was watching you do. Maybe my having a child by Rich Sutherland will hurt you even more ... "
"Caroline, Jesus, you can't mean that! You can't want another man's baby!"
Suddenly, then, all the anger drained out of Caroline. It left her all at once, and she slumped back on the bed, her eyes closing. She began crying again. "No," she moaned in a tortured wail, "No, I don't mean it, Gary! I don't want his baby! Oh, God, I'm sick, just sick that's all! I don't know what I want, or what I'm saying!"
Gary, too, was divested of anger now. He leaned over her to brush the raven hair from her face almost tenderly. "Caroline, oh God, Caroline, I love you! I love you more now than I've ever loved you! WE ... we both made terrible mistakes tonight, but we can't let it ruin what we have together ... "
"Oh, Gary!" she said, and reached up to cup his face in her hands. "What have we done to one another?"
"Nothing, baby. It will work out, it has to work out."
Will it? she thought, staring into his face. Will it work out, or will this same thing happen again and again. Will Gary sleep with other women? Will I sleep with other men? How can either of us be sure that we won't? How can we trust each other again?
Gary, Gary, why did we come here tonight ... why did you have to let Samantha put her mouth on you, and why did I have to let Rich put his long hard penis into my vagina to cum there, to fill my belly with alien seed?
She pulled his head down and held it cradled against her bosom, feeling the soft moistness of his lips pressed against one swelling breast. And in that moment, oddly and perversely, Caroline began to remember the lewd fucking she had been given by Rich Sutherland. She began to remember his fleshy, blood-enraged cock sawing in and out of her defenseless vagina, his hands cupping and kneading her breasts, his hot breath blowing into her ear. She began to remember how it felt, his prick sliding along her vaginal passage harder and faster. She began to remember her own cumming, in tune with his, and how she had been floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of a climax like she had never before known....
Her nipples began to harden on her jutting breasts, and her cuntal mouth began to moisten with her feminine juices. She could feel her groin tingling, and she began to stroke Rich's head, stroke it gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed into the valley between her lovely globular breasts. Her breath became ragged and pulsating as the lewd images darted back and forth in her mind.
I'm becoming aroused again, she thought in horror. I'm becoming aroused with the need for sex, for release ... I have changed, changed into something unutterably hideous, and I have no control over myself ... Yes, yes, I have control, I have to stop this, I have to stop thinking these thoughts....
But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was beginning to seethe with passion once more, her brain dwelling on the prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other thoughts ... pushing away the shame and the hurt and the anger and the fear. She spread her legs wide under the covers, opening her cunt, and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears she said, "Gary, darling ... Gary, I want you."
"I want you, Gary. I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me, Gary. Now! Right now!"
He raised his head, staring down at her unbelievingly. Had he heard right? "Caroline, you can't be serious...."
"Oh, yes, I am," she said. "I'm serious, Gary. I want you to make love to me. I want you to ... fuck me, yes that's the term. I want you to fuck me, right here and now in this strange bed in this strange house. I want you to fuck me, Gary, darling. Please fuck me!"
Gary's cock lept into involuntary erection in his trousers at the obscene words his lovely young wife was whispering to him. What was the matter with her? Had she somehow become unhinged by what she had seen, done, on this night? But God, she's so lovely, so perfect ... Yes, I want her, too! Christ, help me, but I want her right now! I want to fuck her!
"Caroline ... oh, Caroline, yes, I want you, I want to ... fuck you!"
"Then do it! Hurry, darling! Get naked. Quickly, quickly!"
Gary suddenly jumped to his feet and began to pull off his clothes for the second time that night. He was becoming incensed with passion as his brain dwelled on his wife's words, for he knew that this wasn't going to be an ordinary coupling between them. This was going to be something new, something special, something he had hoped and prayed for the entire year they had been married.
He was going to fuck his wife instead of simply have sex with her!
Gary undressed and when he was completely nude, his cock like a purplish, swaying snake with its thick mushrooming head and ridged expanse, he lay down on the bed beside Caroline and gathered her into his arms. Her hands went immediately to the bloated sac of his sperm-filled balls, caressing the softness lovingly. Then her hand closed around the base of his shaft and began to rub it lightly, her lips pressed to the side of his neck hotly as if trying to fuse with his skin.
Gary's hand moved down between them to rummage in the moist, hair-lmed furrow between his wife's velvet soft thighs, little moans of rising pleasure escaping his lips. This foreplay was driving him to the brink of explosion, and the heat in his balls was intense and billowing. He wanted to fuck her! Fuck her right now, this second, he couldn't wait to shove his long throbbing prick deep up into his wife's belly.
"Caroline!" he groaned, wanting to use the words with her he knew Rich Sutherland had used. "Caroline, take my cock and put it in your pussy! Do it now, baby! I want you now, baby!"
Caroline, too, was on fire, thinking only of fulfillment from the great burgeoning desire consuming her flesh. She raised herself quickly beside him, up onto all fours on the bed. She dipped her fingers down between his splayed legs, seizing his oscillating cock again and teasing the hardened head maddeningly, making Gary squirm and groan with the intensity of her maneuvers. After a moment, she moved forward, raising one leg and sliding it across him so that she was straddling his belly with her knees pressed to his sides. The tight, elastic opening of her moist red cuntal mouth was spread open above the quivering head of his cock in her hand. She guided the hot, fleshy monster up to her desire-wet vagina, teasing the glans along the butter-soft slit with tantalizing slowness.
Gary moaned ecstatically, and she crooned, "Do you like that, baby?"
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss!" he bubbled.
Suddenly, without warning, Caroline dropped and impaled herself on his lust-burning rod ... as if it were an orange stick and she was a . ... a....taffy apple!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed as the full length of her husband's cock filled her vagina, slamming painfully against her cervix. She sat hard against his bloated balls, feeling them bulging against her buttocks and the furrow between. She began immediately to bob up and down, leaning forward on her hands spread wide out on either side of her husband. Her full, rich breasts danced wildly, the nipples brushing his hirsute chest. Her cunt climbed his cock to the very crest, fell back to sheath it completely, climbed once more to the crest, fell back to once more rise ... The sensitive muscles of her warm, wet tunnel clasped the turgid pole tightly, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it again as if it were a cow's teat and her pussy a strong milker's hand.
"That's it, baby, that's ittttttttt!" Gary screamed up at her, taking one asscheek in either hand and kneading it almost savagely in his passion. "Fuck it, Caroline, my darling! Oh, Caroline, God, Caroline, ride my prick and make me cum like you did it to Rich!"
Caroline's cuntal passage was one throbbing area of exquisite joy, so great a joy that she strove like she had never striven before to reach the pinnacle of the orgasm which was swirling through her in building waves.
Dear God, dear, God! her brain cried. This was beautiful! This was wonderful! Never had there been anything as good as this! How could she have been so blind in matters sexual? She wasn't a whore....wasn't a whore at all....No, for the first time, she realized that she was just a woman, a woman coming awake as if from some dormancy, a women coming aware of desires and passions and depths which she had never known or even suspected were there!
She was alive! She was alive!
Gary's fingers were digging into the soft, firm flesh of her full, pliant buttocks now, manipulating the sweat-slick moons. The hard digits slipped boldly into the softly sensitive crevice between Caroline's satin-smooth, perfectly shaped mounds, spreading them wide to expose the tiny, puckered, brownish nether ring of her naked anus. Her asshole! He could feel with his fingertips the outward-pulling of her cunt lips as she drew sensuously on his hardened shaft, the inward-contracting of the fluted mouth when she drove down on the blood-swollen member. The feeling further excited him, and he teased his right index finger back up to probe the wrinkled anus with its uselessly defensive tough ring of muscle, slipping the nail of the finger inside and in so doing, eliciting mewls of pleasurable pain from his wife, Caroline's beautifully enticing, voluptuous form above him. How good it was to see her enjoy it so much. It was incredible. He could hardly believe it was the same woman, and he was almost sure he would awaken at any moment. He was seized suddenly with a wicked urge in order to achieve a greater good. Yes in order that we might both learn something new and wonderful about ourselves and about life, that we might become better and happier and more fulfilled people!
"Harder!" she cried out to her husband beneath her undulating body, tossing her head from side to side in wild abandon and swirling her long blonde hair about her face. "Fuck harder, Gary darling, fuck me harder with your cock and your finger! Make me cum, darling, make me cum at the same time you cum!"
The obscene words spewing unbelievably from the lips of his young wife caused Gary to lever up off the bed, drubbing his cock deep into her belly, worming his finger madly in her rectum. She thrust down and back, down and back in a lewd rocking rhythm, ramming the swollen head of his bludgeoning cock hard against her cervix, imbedding his finger to its fullest length in the soft darkness of her anal passage. The exquisite unison of the two invading members and her own frenzied and abandoned jerkings were completely attuned now, perfectly in time. She reveled in the lascivious gushing sounds his cock and his finger made as they withdrew, jerked back into her cunt and her rectum. They increased her lust so that the spiraling crescendo of her orgasm climbed higher, higher, reached the peak ... And she was there!
She was cumming, cumming for the first time like a real woman, cumming like she had never cum before even with Rich Sutherland, cumming like a loving wife with her husband's prick buried deep inside her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A A AA A A A A A A A AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Gary chanted as he felt his own orgasm hit, the hot torrents of his sticky white semen flashing like a floodtide along his cock from his balls. "Me too, Caroline, me tooooooooooooo!"
Flames of his jetting cum washed against her cervix, filling her vagina with heat as intense as any blaze, overflowing out of the clasping, twitching cavern and cascading down around Gary's madly jerking prick like some impossibly lewd waterfall to pool on his belly, to mat both their pubic triangles with connecting strands of the milky white liquid. And Caroline's juices, too, were added to the flood as she floated away once more into that strange, ecstatic galaxy of mindless delight. She jerked and bucked and twisted, riding his spurting cock and his twisting finger, riding them like they were the finest of stallions and she an expert bronco buster.
Finally, she returned to sanity as Gary withdrew his now-deflated prick and his finger simultaneously, the two escaping digits of her lover making equally soft, wet plopping sounds at her cunt and her rectum. She collapsed across him, still half-insane with satiated rapture, and nuzzled her head into the hollow of his throat, feeling their mingled juices coagulating between their tightly pressed stomachs as if it was some irremovable glue binding them forever together.
A long time later, Gary whispered softly, stroking her tangled,-sweat-dampened hair, "Oh God, darling ... oh God, I never thought anything could be that good! Never dreamed of it!"
"Oh yes!" she agreed. "Oh yes, my sweet, it was positively fantastic!"
"Better than with ... with Rich Sutherland?"
"A thousand times better! And did Samantha make you any happier than I just did?"
"Hell, no! She couldn't even come close!"
"I love you, Gary, I really do," Caroline whispered. "And I ... F ... forgive you for what happened tonight."
"And I love you ... and forgive you, too."
"You know something, Gary my darling? I'm glad you ... you did what you did with Samantha and I'm glad I did what I did with Rich. I'm glad because it made what we just had together possible."
Gary was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm glad too, because ... well, honey, our sex life hasn't been that great until now. I'm sorry to have to say it, but...."
"Shhh," she crooned, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I know, baby I know I was too inhibited, I know that now. But it'll be different from now on. I'm ... well I guess I'm changed by this night, this party. I feel like I'm a different woman."
"I think you are, honey. And I'm so happy that you are that I can't begin to tell you!"
They were silent for a long time, lost in the presence of one another, in what they had discovered between them. Finally Caroline said, "You know ... I think Samantha and Rich planned what happened tonight. I really do."
"I was thinking about that, too," Gary said. "And I agree there's that two-way mirror that you told me about. And Samantha seemed pretty confident, as if she knew we weren't going to get caught because of some prearranged plan."
"Yes," said Caroline. "And Rich led me in here and directly to that mirror as if he knew all along what was happening in that bathtub."
"It's funny, but I can't be angry at them for it. I mean, look what it's done for us!"
"I didn't think I could ever face either of them again, but now I can," the young wife said. "And not be ashamed."
"Then-shall we stay the night?" Gary asked. "When Rich told me you were in here, he suggested we do just that."
"I'd love to," Caroline said. "I'm ... too tired and contented to move anyway."
She rolled off of her husband and lay pressed close to him on the love-soaked bed. After a few moments, completely satiated and guilt-free in their new-found love for one another, they fell dreamlessly asleep together.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Breakfast is ready. Or are you two planning to sleep all day?" Rich Sutherland called out cheerfully as he knocked softly on the door.
"No," Gary called out. "We'll be there in a minute, Rich."
"Sounds great."
Caroline and Gary dressed leisurely, and hand in hand, they left the bedroom and walked down the hallway and into the kitchenette, for a good hardy breakfast.
Over more of the freshly ground coffee, Rich deftly turned to matters more in keeping with the previous night. He said, "Did you and Gary enjoy yourselves last night, Caroline? Did you have a good and ... enlightening time?"
"Yes, we did," Caroline told him, able to be equally as blase as he about the evening's events and eliciting a loving smile from Gary for her worldly manner. "We had an extremely nice time."
"And you have no regrets about coming over to one of our little "office" parties with us?" Samantha asked.
"None whatsoever," Gary told her.
Rich smiled charmingly. And then, with perfect candor, he said, "Did you and Caroline make love, Gary?"
"Yes," Gary told him. "We did."
"And was it good?"
"The best either of us have ever had," Gary said with bluntness that surprised even him.
Rich and Samantha exchanged smiles. "Do you know why it was so good?"
"I think we do," Caroline said.
"Then-you both know what the other did, as it should be?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad," Samantha said. "I was a little worried that there might be repercussions. But Rich and I decided that you were both adult, and that you were willing to learn. We're seldom wrong about such things, but I'm always a little leery at first!"
"You ... do this kind of thing often?" Caroline asked with just a little twinge of shock.
"To be perfectly frank, yes, we do," Samantha told her. "And we're probably the happiest married couple in the world. You see, this kind of thing-hell, we might as well call it what it is: wife-swapping, or more properly group sex. It's a whole new concept, a way of life which can heighten the individual's physical enjoyment ten-fold, even a hundred-fold. You abandon unnecessary and binding inhibitions, and give yourself fully to the gratification of your physical and emotional desires."
"And it makes your relationship with your mate that much more exciting, that much more fulfilling," Samantha interjected. "There's a constant kind of competitiveness that isn't there with the strictly monogamous marriage. You're always trying harder to please your mate, because you know he or she is getting the best he can get from the others. You want to be better than all of them, and so you put your heart and your body and your soul into it. And you succeed."
"That's why what you and Gary had together last night, after both of you were with us, was so good for each of you. You wanted to prove to yourselves-and to each other-that your love could produce a union better than that in a moment of passion or rage or whatever."
Gary looked at Caroline, and then said, "You know, there's a lot to be said for that idea, Rich. I didn't think so before, but now-after having had first-hand experience...."
"There's an old saying that says 'Don't knock it if you haven't tried it." But most of your puritanical objectors to group sex are in the category of never having tried it. Hell, all of them as far as I'm concerned. They condemn it without knowing anything about it. As far as I can determine-and I know people pretty well-most of these knockers would dearly love to try group sex but haven't got the guts to do it."
Samantha nodded her agreement. "My sentiments exactly," she said, and smiled warmly at Caroline and Gary. "I'm so glad you two are understanding-and empathetic-exceptions to that sterile, narrow-minded majority."
"I'm going to ask you both, Caroline and Gary, a very bold and blunt question," Sutherland said, searching both their faces with his penetrating eyes. "Would either of you-no, both of you-like to have sex with Samantha and I again?"
Caroline felt herself blush slightly, and she reached under the table to take Gary's hand and squeeze it for reassurance. "I ... I don't know...." she faltered.
"Tell me this before you answer definitely." Sutherland said quietly. "Do you enjoy what we had together last night? Did you like the feel of me inside you?"
As quickly as it had come, the blush went away and Caroline found herself staring boldly at Rich Sutherland. Yes, she was emancipated. Undeniably free from the bonds of puritanism. She was a member of the same minority as Rich and Samantha: that was a simple and irrefutable fact of life. "Yes, Rich," she said. "Yes, I enjoyed the feel of you inside me. And I enjoyed it when you came in me and I came with you."
"And you, Gary," Samantha said, as Caroline and Rich sat with their eyes locked together. "Did you enjoy my mouth on your penis in the bathrub? Did you like the way I made you cum?"
"Yes," Gary said. "God, you know I did, Samantha."
She smiled. "I know, but it's nice to hear it anyway."
Rich got slowly to his feet. "Am I to take it that the answer to my question is yes, then? You both would like to have sex with us again?"
Caroline and Gary looked at one another, and between them passed a mute message of love and agreement. Yes, the look said, yes we want to have sex-to FUCK-with Rich and Samantha again because it will enrich our own sexual coupling still more, bring our gratification to heights even greater than what we knew last night. Yes, we want to experiment and learn, we want to have group sex, because we love each other and we want that love to grow and become unkillable, unshakeable, forever....
Gary said it aloud for both of them: "Yes, Rich, we would."
"Now? What you like to do it now, with all four of us in the same room-Gary and Samantha, Caroline and me?"
The lewd suggestion sent little ripples of delight shooting upward from Caroline's pussy into her belly, and Gary felt his cock give a little throbbing twitch. "Well," Gary said, "I ... I don't know. Caroline ... ?"
Caroline wet her lips. "I ... I think so," she finally said. "Yes, I think I would, Gary. I'm ... already feeling a little excited."
"I have some excellent movies," Rich said. "From Sweden. They're in color, and of the highest quality."
"You mean ... dirty movies?" Gary questioned.
"If you like," Samantha said. "We prefer to call them erotic films. And believe me, they are erotic."
"I've never seen anything like that," Caroline said innocently. "Oh, I've heard about them and all, but I...."
"Then I'll put them on, by all means," Sutherland said with a smile that betrayed the rising lust he was feeling at the moment. He took Samantha's hand, lifted her to her feet, and then patted her buttocks affectionately. "Shall we all adjourn to my den? I have the projector already set up...."
On the flickering screen, a sweet-faced, innocent-looking young girl in her middle teens was lying nude on a huge, circular bed with a bright orange spread, her legs spread wide to reveal the pink, wetly glistening folds of her nubile, down-covered cunt to the eye of the camera. Her breasts were small and taut, with tiny, ruby nipples and almost no aureolas, which further added to the aura of innocence and purity that even her lewdly exposed position could not deny. Her pubic mound was covered with thin, fleece-like brown hair that matched her short petite hair cut. She was simply lying on the bed in that splayed position, her eyes tightly shut and her head to one side as if she was peacefully sleeping; there was a soft, beautiful smile on her unpainted, but nonetheless, soft red lips.
Suddenly, the camera left the young girl on the bed and panned to the bedroom door, which was slowly opening. Then it was pushed wide, and framed in the doorway was a black-haired woman some ten years older than the teen-ager on the bed. She, too, was nude, with huge, proud, alabaster breasts and a bushy triangle of dark pubic hair that seemed to cover her entire lower belly. Her lips were spread in a wide, lascivious grin as she looked over at the sleeping girl on the bed, and one of her hands began to move slowly up and down her right side while the other passed lightly, tantalizingly, over the side of her full right breast.
After a moment, she turned and looked back at something in the hallway outside the bedroom. Momentarily, she made a motion with the hand which had been stroking her blank, and suddenly a huge, furry form bounded into view, coming past her to sit on the floor at her feet, just inside the bedroom. It was a dog, an impossibly huge great Dane, and its long, wetly glistening red tongue lolled out of the side of its fanged jaws like a red tie hanging out of a suitcase that has been hastily packed. It stared up at the dark-haired woman almost anticipatorily, its thick tail wagging to and fro with excitement.
Caroline gasped audibly but involuntarily at the sight of the gigantic beast on the screen before her eyes. "My God!" she said. "What's that dog doing there? With those two naked women?"
She was sitting between Rich and Gary, with Samantha on the other side of her husband, on a comfortable couch in Sutherland's tastefully, masculinely furnished den. It was completely dark in there, with the drapes having been drawn and the lights put out, and the only illumination came from the flickering movie. Caroline could feel a tremendous building of tension both inside herself and in the room with the others, and she pressed her thighs tightly together to stem the sexual fluids which were seeping from the warm cavern of her vagina. She knew the answer to her own voiced question even as the words slipped past her lips.
Rich said, "You'll soon see what that dog is doing there, my dear Caroline." He reached out with careless familiarity and began to run his hand up and down Caroline's leg, his fingers teasing along her inner thigh under the hem of her dress. She shivered from the electric contact of his touch, secreting still more feminine juices.
"Yes, watch what happens carefully, Caroline," Samantha enthused. "This is my favorite film, and it never fails to get me as horny as a bitch in heat." She snuggled against Gary, rubbing one of her round, pliant breasts against his arm and letting her hand tease lightly, briefly over the front of his trousers, bringing his cock into hot, full erection. He had half a hard-on just seeing that young chick on the screen with her cunt opened up like that, but Samantha's expert touch was what he'd needed for a full throbbing bone.
And on the screen, the dark-haired woman and the huge dog were walking across the bedroom to the child on the bed. As they approached, the girl's eyes flashed open to stare first at the woman, then at the dog, in what was obviously mounting horror. She tried to slide away across the circular bed, her lips parted in fear, but the woman caught her arm and held her, pulling her down into a prone, spread-eagled position again. The brunette woman began to speak to the child then, gesticulating and motioning with her hands, and after a moment the teen-ager nodded convulsively. The woman lay down on the bed, splaying her slender legs wide and smiling salaciously as her yawning fur-lined cuntal mouth, with its glistening wet, petal-like lips, was exposed to the camera.
This girl licked her innocent and tender lips, still with the fear on her face, and then gave a quick shudder as if a chill had passed through her; then she moved downward on the bed, moving on all fours between the older woman's widely spread legs. The camera moved to one side, very close, as the girl leaned forward to dart her head between the opened legs and bury it against the flaming slit.
The woman arched her hips, drawing her knees up almost to her chest, flowering wider the huge lust-inflamed cavern as the girl's soft pink tongue snaked out to flick inside the burning mouth, lick up along the moistened furrow to locate the quivering, blood-red and hardened clitoris nestled at the top of her hair-fringed vaginal slit. The child took the miniature phallus between her teeth and began to nibble it; her actions were abandoned somewhat now, her fingers digging into the alabaster thighs of the women she was sucking.
The dark-haired woman flailed her head from side to side in ecstatic enrapturement, totally committed with mind and body to the lascivious nibblings down between her legs. She wrapped her hands in the child's hair and urged her on, her legs jerking spasmodically into the air above her. Neither she, nor the suckling young girl nestled between her legs, seemed to notice when the giant great Dane leaped up onto the bed and began to edge forward to tentatively sniff the obscenely waving, but yet somehow still completely virginal buttocks of the young girl....
Caroline was breathing raggedly now, intensely aroused by the lewd performance she was witnessing, by the eagerly awaited entrance of the dog for its role in the silent sexual game being enacted on the dancing screen before her eyes. She sat immobile, moistening her lips again and again. Her mind a blank, and when Rich Sutherland's hand moved up all the way along her thigh to dig up against the moist, silk-encased slit between her legs, she closed her thighs against it to imprison it there. Delicious waves of passion flowed through her like warm honey, and she squirmed down against the cushions of the couch, squeezing her suddenly insatiable pussy tight against her boss's hand. His other hand moved up to caress one of her firm, taut breasts, kneading the spongy globe, bringing the nipple into turgid awareness beneath her garments.
Beside her, Gary was beginning to squirm both with excitement from what he was witnessing and from the expert ministrations of the raven-haired Samantha. She had unzipped his fly, slid her hand inside, and was now stroking his rigid prick beneath the material of his shorts, running her thumb across the slippery-lubricated head, teasing it maddeningly. Gary had moved his fingers to the front of her silk lounging pajamas, unbuttoned them, and wasn't at all surprised to find her. completely nude beneath. His hands roamed ceaselessly, restlessly over her firm, soft, moistly warm flesh, caressing her soft, yielding breasts and the flatness of her pubic hair, dipping lower to tweak the oscillating bud of her clitoris much in the fashion the girl on the screen was tweaking the older woman's with her tongue.
Samantha was whispering softly in Gary's ear, lewd words that Caroline could not help overhearing: "I wish I was having my pussy licked and sucked with someone's long, hot tongue right now!"
Caroline squirmed harder and harder on the couch now as Sutherland insinuated his finger under the crotch band of her panties and into the wet waiting folds of her vagina, teasing along the sensitive inner walls. She reached out a hand to stroke his bulging cock, eyes fastened to the screen, thinking only of the passion which was coursing through her body at that moment, realizing with a dim part of her being that she was free from all inhibitions, free from guilt and shame, totally abandoned to the delicious rewards of carnal indulgence. And it was the most secure knowledge she had ever had as she sat in this lust-filled, silent room next to her husband, watching perverted acts being performed and only moments away from performing others herself.
On the screen, the young girl was still wildly licking and sucking the brunette's vagina, her thin pink tongue lapping insanely at the passion-drenched furrow in which her head was flailing up and down. The woman's legs were now clasped tightly around the girl's neck, locked together at the calves, and her buttocks were upraised toward the ceiling as if they were some salacious offering to a pagan god above. But now the huge great Dane was taking an active role, and the camera zoomed in very close as the animal's long red tongue flicked out once, twice, to lick the quivering, jerking moons of the child's buttocks!
The dog rooted its cold nose into the crevice between the girl's ass cheeks, and the sudden contact caused the child to discontinue her mad lickings momentarily: but the older woman's hands wrapped in the girl's hair forced the teen-ager downward to her task once again, and she resumed her suckling of the well-lubricated, blood-inflamed crotch below the brunette's jerking, quivering buttocks.
Again, the dog's tongue furled out, this time to lick the petaled edges of the child's tender, innocent young cunt, licking upward the full expanse of her crevice from her clitoris to her anus, then back again, then up again. The girl was trembling almost mindlessly now at the incredible contact of the animal's hot, wet tongue on her genitals, and her head raced like a wild thing in the brunette's crotch while the woman tossed and flailed her buttocks and ground her pelvis into the child's fluid-drenched face....
The lewd, enticing sight of the movie's principal characters had sent Caroline to a fever pitch of excitement. Oh God, she wanted to be fucked! She wanted to be fucked more at that moment than she had ever wanted it! She wanted Rich Sutherland, her boss, and his hard cock sawing into her! She wanted him kissing her and putting his tongue in her mouth while he fucked her; and most of all, she wanted to cum with him cumming inside her, cum while her husband came sitting next to her with his cock buried inside Samantha Sutherland-all four of them cumming together, cumming madly, wildly, ceaselessly....
She emitted a soft strangled gasp and turned to Rich, breathing hot fire into her ear and causing his cock to jerk under her hand. "Rich, I want you to fuck me, now! Rich, do you hear me? I want to be fucked! I want you to put your big hard cock inside my pussy right now, Rich!"
"Jesus, you really are hot!" he breathed back at her. "Well, all right, Caroline honey. We'll fuck and watch the movie at the same time. All of us."
"Yes ... but how?"
"Straddle me facing toward the screen."
"Ohhh, yes, yes!"
Gary, too, was caught up in the salaciousness of the spectacle of which he was an integral part. His finger was sawing madly in and out of Samantha's warm, wet cunt, and her hand was beating his now exposed cock rhythmically. The sound of his wife's obscene enticements to Rich Sutherland, and his subsequent answer caused seminal fluid to dribble expectantly from the unseeing eye in the head of his prick, moistening Samantha's rubbing fingers as it sheened the entire tip.
Then, as if by some tacit and perfectly attuned agreement, both Samantha and Caroline began to shed their clothes in the flickering light from the screen-Samantha pulling off her lounging pajamas, Caroline her cocktail dress and undergarments, both women standing and then kneeling over the two ceiling-pointing, lust-quivering poles of the men. Their buttocks were presented to the passion-glazed eyes of Gary and Rich, two sets of perfect twin globes of the finest and softest texture, poised and ready to slam downward on the waiting cocks jutting upward from the men's opened pants.
Samantha, looked sideways at Caroline, and the two women exchanged glances which seemed to say that there was a common bond between them now, a closeness which would nurture and become a lasting and meaningful relationship. Then their mutual passions took over, blanking their minds of all but the prurient desires which raged like fires out of control in their flesh-and together, again by mute agreement, Caroline and Samantha plunged themselves downward on the hard, fleshy instruments of their lovers.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" Samantha mewled.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," Caroline squealed.
In unison, both women began to climb up and down the two huge cocks filling their cunts to their fullest, their hips jerking and rotating with steadily increasing cadence. Gary's hands, kneading and squeezing the spongy globes almost viciously in his passion. Rich's fingers were dug into the firm, yielding softness of Caroline's churning ass cheeks, pounding her harder and faster up and down the length of his burgeoning prick.
And on the dancing film before the eyes of the wildly fucking couples, adding to the complete and totally lewd abandonment of the tableau, the huge great Dane had mounted the teen-age girl from behind while she continued to wildly mouth the older woman's cuntal passage and moist red slit. The animal's long, scarlet prick stood out from its furry loins like some obscene sentinel, and its hind paws danced crazily on the circular bed in time to its forepaws love-caressing the child's sides and flanks.
Her buttocks dervishly rotating from anticipation of what was about to happen, licking and sucking the opened cunt of the older woman between her high, upturned, buttocks, the girl reached behind her and grasped the dog's slick member firmly between her fingers. She guided it toward her own upturned crotch, spreading her knees out wide on the bed to open her own pussy wide. She placed the hot, slippery animal cock at the door of her innocent passage, so defenseless and virginal before the eye of the camera, aiming the great member and then inserting it inside her churning cuntal opening.
The great Dane didn't hesitate a fraction of a second. Once the beast felt its prick touch the soft, warm folds of the young girl's tender and sensitive cunt, it slammed forward to savagely drive its immense cudgel deep, deep into her soft pink vagina. The dog's huge, sperm-bloated balls bounced against her unprotected, passion-drenched pubic hair as the animal bucked and thrust into her pussy with machine-gun rapidity. It's long, wet tongue hung out of the side of his opened, puffing jaws, it's forepaws circling her midsection now. The child's small, tight young tits seemed to be alive with swirling motion as they danced against the woman's upturned ass cheeks, and her gleaming face seemed to be flashing with incredible sucking and licking movements in the hot, blood-swollen slit in which it was buried.
Samantha and Caroline, driven to heights of mindless lust by the lewd, debauched activities they were witnessing on the screen and by the hard, throbbing cocks imbedded in their soft, wet cuntal tunnels, jerked and twisted wildly above Gary and Rich, their hips whipping and churning in harmonious accord to one another. Both men were levering up with hard, savage thrusts to meet the downward plunges of the women as all four of them strove to achieve orgasms, rising to the crests now in all of them.
Gary's hands were clapping Samantha's breasts together as if they were two pliant, lovely cymbals while Rich kneaded and manipulated Caroline's rotating hips, teasing one finger between the pumping crevice to toy tantalizingly at the sweating brown ring of her asshole. Caroline reached one of her hands behind her and took Rich's finger, guiding it to her anal opening, placing it at the threshold and then inserting it inside as she pumped wildly up and down on his cock imbedded deep in her cunt.
Oh God this is good, sooo good! her mind cried. I was wrong, so wrong to have listened to the well-intentioned feelings of parents who have no conception of the modern way of life; but I am lucky, for I've discovered how good physical gratification can be, and I know that I will go on learning new pleasures, new heights of joy ... oh I'm going to cum soon, I can feel it, and when I do it's going to be good, so good, and each time I cum from now on with Gary or with Rich it's going to be better and better and better....
The great Dane jerked and bucked into the teen-ager's cunt with, its long, hot, lubricated prick, heaving faster and faster as it approached its climax. The girl's torso whipped crazily from side to side, and the older woman's head rolled like a broken puppet's on the bed as the child's sucking of her cunt increased to an unbelievable tempo. The girl rammed her buttocks back against the pile-driving animal with renewed frenzy, faster and faster and harder and harder....
And suddenly, her orgasm took hold of her.
The camera panned in close to fully capture the abandoned ecstasy which was contorting almost grotesquely her lovely, fragile, virginal young face as the child licked the older woman's cunt with long lapping strokes like a cat drinking water. The woman jerked upward with a convulsive thrust suddenly, and she too was cumming, flailing her head madly, scissoring her legs still tighter around the girl's neck in a strangling human necklace.
The dog was the last to cum, a furry blur until its climax hit and it pounded its long cock deep into the teen-ager's pussy. Hot, spewing animal sperm shot out of the slippery scarlet penis to fill the girl's belly, fill it to overflowing so that some of the milky liquid flowed out of her tender young vagina and down onto the bed to mingle with the secretions still pouring from the brunette's cunt-to be sniffed and licked at by the great beast after it had withdrawn its deflating prick from the child's pussy and the girl had fallen forward over the woman whose cunt she had just sucked.
The film ended as the dog's cold snout raised up to nuzzle appreciatively the glistening wet ass checks of the young teen-ager as she lay in the enveloping fold of the older woman's tenderly caressing charms....
"Holy Shit, I'm cumming, cumming, cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg!" Gary screamed as Samantha pounded up and down with maddening intensity on his cock. The sight of the dog in the movie emptying its load into the virginal pussy of the teen-age girl had triggered his orgasm, and his cock began to jerk and oscillate violently as the first jetting needle of fire-hot semen erupted from his balls and slammed upward to inundate Samantha's cervix.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" the voluptuous brunette chanted as she felt Gary's hot cum spill into her, and then she, too, was there, cumming, cumming crazily, beautifully, kaleidoscopically, riding the ejaculating cock with crazed delight as Gary's seed spilled out to flow down over his cock and pool on his pubic mound like molten lava flowing down over the sides of an erupting volcano.
"I'm ... going to cum ... too!" Rich moaned. "Yes, I can feel it ... I'm there, oh Jesus, dear God, I'm there, yes, oh fuck me Caroline, fuck me Caroline, fuck meeeeeeeee!"
And Caroline felt his cock begin to jettison his hot, burning sperm into her belly, felt it flow like hot oil over her cervix and back along her passage as she heaved and churned her loins and hips in an effort to reach her own climax.
Have to cum, have to cum, have to cum, the young wife's brain intoned. Have to cum with the others, have to, have to ... oh, yes, yes I think I'm ... yes, I'm there too I'm there and I'm cumming, cumming ... '
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" she screamed as her orgasm finally struck, as it carried her far, far away to a place of mindless rapture from which she did not return for a long, long time. And when Rich's again flaccid cock slipped with a lewd popping sound from her cunt, she cried out as a child in the night for that which it needs to comfort it-for she needed cock now, Rich's cock and Gary's cock-cock, now. She was an emancipated woman, a woman of the flesh!
CHAPTER SIX
Caroline Webster entered the large modern office building, saying good-morning to the two attorney's who were drinking coffee in the private lounge, and walked down the carpeted corridor to the stairs. Her office was upstairs and to the left. Across the hall was Rich Sutherland's office. She unlocked the door of her office, stopped to pick up the morning mail which was on the floor beneath the chute, and then went to her desk humming a little tune from a movie she and Gary, had seen recently. She picked up the paper knife an was slitting open the envelopes when Rich Sutherland came in.
"Good Morning," she said, smiling.
Sutherland looked down at her. He murmured greetings, trying to keep as calm as he could, but inside he was trembling. He took one hand from the white smock he was wearing and smoothed back his salt-and-pepper hair, wishing that the hair was the beautiful fluff surrounding her pink cunt. God, she had been good. A wild and wonderful young woman to fuck, all right, and already his cock began to throb and expand and his groin was sweating with desire. He couldn't believe it!
Caroline, saw the gleam in his eye even though the rest of his sexual turmoil was well hidden by his suave and debonair facade. She deliberately stood and leaned against her desk, then rubbed the palms of her hands over her sweater and skirt, cupping her firm, bra-encased breasts tauntingly as she did. It was all come-on, she thought; nothing would happen here, but still it was fun to tease him a little. Besides, she liked his hot, admiring glance. It almost seemed as though his look was branding her as a rancher would his livestock.
"I thought I'd open the mail Mr. Sutherland.
"OK." Sutherland licked his lips.
Sutherland jammed his hands deeper in his pockets, and lightly fingered his loins. His cock lept at the approximation. Incredible! I fucked Samantha before we got up this morning, and twice last night ... and still I want more! No, not just any kind of more. I want Caroline! More and more I want Caroline!
There was a long pause as Caroline and her boss -eyed one another. Caroline felt her stomach begin to churn and the beginnings of moistness seep from her vaginal lips. A light flush began to burn at her breasts and then work upwards, over her shoulders and then up her neck to her face. Her nipples became rigid and pushed against the cloth of her cups, making her tingle with preliminary excitement. I can't wait for the next time, she thought to herself. Perhaps tomorrow night, or this weekend, or ... but I mustn't think of these lewd thoughts now, not while I am at work. Play comes later, and while I am here, it has to be very proper. Remember that-keep it strictly professional.
She stifled a moan of torment and tried to clear her fevered brain of wanting him, but still the image of his lean and muscular body pervaded her mind. As he stood there, she had the mental picture of the way he had looked naked only a couple of days ago, his feet wide and his thighs bronzed save for the white stripe around his lower abdomen and groin, and his bulbous penis sticking straight out, jutting from his massive balls and thick hairy growth like an oak tree in a forest of brush.
"You want me, don't you?" the young wife asked her boss. "Pardon?"
"You want me. You're waiting to see me get undressed, to slip out of my clothes and parade around half-naked." She smiled enticingly. "I think that's terrible," she whispered.
Rich Sutherland grinned. "Yes. Go ahead, Caroline, let me see you take off your sweater and skirt. You're not wearing a slip are you?"
"No...." Passion was building in her blood. Caroline caught herself breathing hard, and her throat constricted as if the air was solid. He wants to see me! She undid the first button and then the next. Oh God! What is the matter with me? Have I lost all modesty with my sexual awakening? Here I am, peeling in front of a man who isn't my husband and ... and liking it!
She groaned and then the sweater was completely free. She shrugged her slender shoulders and the sweater fell off, dropping from her arms and pooling on the floor. Sutherland gasped and the front of his smock tented as his penis became fully erect. Caroline saw the bulge, knew what it signified, and another soft mewl escaped from her lips. This isn't the time or place. I have to stop! I have to be the strong one and keep us apart during the day! Think of Gart! Yes ... yes! I must think of him, and what he would say, how he would feel if he knew I was doing it away from him?
A tear of self-recrimination flowed from her swollen eyes, but in spite of it and her warming thoughts she snaked the zipper of her skirt down, and stepped out of it. She stood, her clothes puddled around her feet, in nothing but her heaving bra and panties, and the stockings and garter belt. She moved her hands across her naked form, reveling in the crazed gaze of her employer, loving his feasting view, wanting to take still more off ... and at the same time berating herself for her wickedness.
Sutherland stepped nearer. His hands reached out and his touch sent waves of sex-maddening tingles through her sinews. Her skin seemed to have a life of its own, to ripple beneath his fingers as they stroked and played with her body. She collapsed in his grip, crushing herself to his chest until she thought she would burst from her now fully aroused passion. "Oh, Rich," she sighed, "This is wrong ... all wrong ... we must stop before...."
"Hush my sweet," he murmured in her ear. "Relax and enjoy ... enjoy ... enjoy...." his words were hypnotic upon her soul-searching turmoil. She brought her own arms around him and stroked the nape of his neck warmly, and then kissed him. It was a sultry, open-mouthed kiss, and their tongues coiled and slipped around one another, and felt along their teeth and cheeks with abandon. "I want you ... I want you...." the respected attorney said in a muffled tone. "Now ... now...."
"Yes ... yes...." she replied, lost in his frantic desire. His cock was rubbing against her belly, straining to be free. She could feel its singular growth through the smock and it took all her moral strength to resist placing her trembling hand there and fondling it. Her mind whirled with the lewd pictures of her and Sutherland writhing on the floor, naked and embraced, his cock deep in her vagina, pumping up and down, up and down ... And then the image of another person coming in ... perhaps another attorney or possibly a client of the day ... and the scream ... and the scandal....
Stop! Stop! Fear raced through her brain, erasing the exciting lust of seconds previous. She was afraid of being discovered even as she was, and wildly, she broke from his arms and stepped back, stumbling.
"Oh, oh God, no, Rich!" she shivered from her reversed reaction. "Please ... we'll make love again, but not now, not here!"
Sutherland took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Yes," he finally managed, "You're right. Absolutely." He turned, frowning as though thinking hard of the consequences of their action. "I'm sorry for what I was doing. I ... I got carried away by your loveliness." He pivoted, and stared intently at her. "I've got to have you. Tonight. A party tonight, all right?"
"With Gary?" She had to have her husband along. It was as though his presence somehow sanctioned her perversions. "I must have Gary along. For Samantha."
"Yes, yes, of course. Anything you say. I-"
His feverish words were interrupted by the buzzer from the receptionist.
"Who ... ?" Sutherland asked.
"I don't know." Caroline said. She went over to her clothes and started to put them back on. "Your first appointment today is a Mrs. Ross. It may be her."
The morning passed as every morning did at the office. There were calls to make and a lot of contracts to be typed up, and that kept Caroline busy. She was startled slightly when she heard the buzzer go off on her desk intercom, the light showing it was from Rich Sutherland's office.
"Yes, Mr. Sutherland?" Caroline asked. She decided that she should maintain formality with Rich during business hours.
"Would you step in here for a minute, Caroline?"
Caroline got up from her typing and walked over to Rich Sutherland's office.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Come in and shut the door."
She did so, and when he asked her to, she locked it. "Do you need some dictation?" She asked, perplexed by his strange change of behavior.
"No," he said, smiling a bit, "But I thought you might want to see something, my dear. Broaden your education, so to speak." He went to his office couch and pressed a button on the side.
"This couch was built especially for me. See? It goes all the way down."
"It's like a bed!" Caroline gasped.
"Exactly."
"But-but why?" Caroline stood in confused shock.
Sutherland laughed, and laughed again and Caroline saw the wicked fire in his eyes. She shrunk against a file cabinet her hands groping the counter, now knowing what purpose either the special couch or her presence would serve, but deep inside she knew it was for nothing good. The mask of desire which had spread over her boss's face unnerved her, and the little voice of her subconscious yelled for her to unlock the door and get out before it was too late. She edged toward the door.
"Stop!" Sutherland commanded. Caroline did so, clutching her throat with one slim hand as though protecting herself. Sutherland smiled again and then removed his clothes and Caroline stood transfixed as the attorney dropped his pants to the floor. Her eyes widened and a gasp bubbled from her lips.
He was naked!
Sutherland stepped out of his fallen pants wearing nothing except his shoes and socks. He grinned at Caroline, a little saliva forming around his parted lips, and placed his hands on his hips. Caroline stared first at his mouth with its lascivious expression, then at his nude chest with its thin wisps of hair, then down his stomach and abdomen to his penis and balls. His cock jutted out and curved upwards, waving slightly from the obviously burgeoning desire it contained, and his massive sac hung beneath, swinging between his open legs with the lead weights of his sperm-loaded balls. Caroline was horrified by his sudden and unexpected disrobement, and yet she couldn't keep her gaze from the magnificent organs of his manhood. They were bigger and better than she remembered them to be! The smooth rubbery head oozed seminal fluid, and the purplish staff throbbed passionately, and the pubic hair surrounding it glistened wetly in the harsh fluorescent lighting.
"I-I couldn't tell you before, Caroline," Sutherland said, stepping nearer to her, "Not before we had made love. I like sex, lots of sex. You know that, and until I was sure that you were like me, I couldn't take the chance. I hope you understand."
Understand! Caroline's mind screamed for release from this venial sight. How could she understand this complete mockery of all that was good and satisfying about sex. He was going to rape her, right here in his office. What if anyone wanted to see him? No ... no ... I'm not like Rich! I don't need sex that way or that much! I'm not a rutting beast of the jungle, taking my flesh at any opportunity!"
The remaining vestiges of Caroline's moral fortitude rocked on the foundations of her faith, and stunned with the approach of his repulsive attack, she cowered, tears of shame and humiliation cascading down her face. "No ... no," she mewled, "Please ... don't, Rich."
Sutherland stopped in his tracks, less than a yard from her. He chortled and then put his right hand on his penis, stroking it lightly. "Look, Caroline," he said, "Look at my cock. See how it wants to fuck." His foreskin pulled back as his hand moved down the shaft to the base, and the full and massive head sprung into view. Again the little eye winked and more seminal fluid dribbled out and flowed down the crown. "I'm ready to cum, Caroline, I'm so excited. Help me cum, Caroline, help me...."
Debased by what she was witnessing, Caroline shook her head frantically, she squeezed her eyes shut and her whole being shuddered from the defilation which was sure to happen.
"God damn it, help me!" Sutherland shouted.
Again, her mind whirled with the onslaught of confusion and despair. She was torn first by wanting and needing the sex of Rich Sutherland without her husband present ... something which she had firmly promised both herself and Gary would never happen. Then there was this! This rapacious action of Rich right in front of her, and she had to stop him before he completely destroyed her marriage.
"Stop it!" she cried, wrestling with Rich, "I can't let you do this!"
Sutherland did not fight back, but rather turned and pressed his hot and seeking body to hers. "You mean you don't want to watch? Didn't that excite you before?"
"Yes, but that was with Gary! This is different!"
"Is it?"
Caroline reeled from the impact of his lewd words. Yes, it was different, but yet ... the tantalizing froth of sexual yearning was creeping through her loins again. She tried to hold them back, and she pressed her legs tightly together, but as she looked down at the attorney's long hungry cock, delicious feelings were invading the marrow of her soul. "Please don't," she whimpered, but it was too late.
"Touch me," Sutherland whispered, and Caroline did. Her hands reached out with trembling fingers and curled around his hardened penis, replacing his hands.
"Oooooooh, baby." he moaned. "That's it ... that's it...."
She stroked his shaft, the firm yet soft feel of his tumescent growth adding new thrill and passion to her dazed mind. Maybe ... I'll make him cum by playing with him ... maybe he won't be able to do anything to me. That's my only hope ... I can't stand the torture in my mind!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," sighed Sutherland, his mouth contorted with venerous delight. "Yes ... yes...." and he rotated his groin in a perverted attitude of the sex act. Her fingers were so good, so perfect as she stroked on his rod ... He was going to cum ... going to cum ... and he mustn't!! Not now, not when he was so close to....
Sutherland looked at Caroline, and he could feel of the inner torment she was going through, but he also knew that if he could hold out a big longer, the mental agony she was experiencing now would be well worth it and he steeled his building orgasm.
But her own rising tide of sexual upheaval was slowly destroying the warning voice of her morals.
Oh, God, she thought, this was all wrong! But her own rising tide of sexual upheaval was slowly destroying the warning voice of her morals, and Caroline whimpered in abject defeat. A thousand insects seemed to be crawling all around her inner thighs and vagina, causing an excruciating itch which was driving her mad! Little by little the searing denial of her drives was draining away, being replaced by this tempting trip into perversion....
"I want you to undress, Caroline. Rich Sutherland's voice commanded.
As the young wife undressed, the well-known attorney said, "I want to kiss and lick at your sweet pussy until you cum like you have never cum before!"
Complete nude now, the thoughts of her husband vanished, and she moved her hands sensuously down over her throbbing breasts to her smooth white stomach and then to either side of Sutherland's kneeling head. Her fingers stroked like they had a mind of their own, and then they spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her soft, moist vagina, allowing his devouring mouth complete access to her wetly throbbing pussy.
"I want to suck your cunt, Caroline ... I want to suck your cunt...." he said, talking to her loins instead of her face.
His vile and disgusting words made Caroline tremble with wanton desire, yet the degradation to the act suddenly seemed to leap up and envelope her. No ... no ... no, God, this is so wrong! Caroline screamed to herself. She attempted to pull away, but Sutherland's hands imprisoned her, and his head remained where it was, his mouth glued to the fluted lips of her cuntal orifice.
His fervid, liquid kisses sent spasms through her again, and the intense fires of her lust set flames running through her breasts, belly, and her hopelessly inflamed cunt. The cunnilingus he was performing on her defenseless loins aroused her wildly, crazily, and insanely she reeled from his actions. She didn't care any longer ... nothing mattered except his lips upon her hungrily aroused pussy. His mesmeric ministrations caused Caroline to twist and convulse, and her fogged mind dwelled on nothing but the lewd sensations which pulsated like volcanic heat through her flesh. Instead of being sickened by her naked body spread obscenely before his face like some sacrificial offering, Caroline sunk to complete abandonment of her senses; and groveling, she whimpered:
Sutherland drove his head savagely into her cunt, his lips mashing hard against her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her pussy in the ultimate of kiss.
"I want you...." he moaned, "I want you to...."
"Yes ... yes, Rich," she murmured, "anything ... anything...."
"I want you to suck my cock ... Now! Right now!"
Caroline froze in terror. He wants me to ... KISS HIS PENIS! She couldn't believe his words! She just couldn't believe them! Yet, unwanted shudder of sensual delight quivered through her, she still sought to fight it as the pin-pricks of his tongue bathing her pussy filled her mind with exquisite feeling. Caroline held her breath, attempting to fight with all her moral strength, but her weakened will power would not sustain her ... her resistance shattered.
She groaned, and then there was a cool rush of air over the rising bud of her clitoris as Sutherland moved away suddenly, and in spite of her deep-seated revulsion to genital kissing, which even her self-admitted emancipation had not dispelled, she slavered with anticipation. Destroyed was all feeling save for the delicious pleasures building inside her. The straining muscles of her thighs began to relax and she moaned softly with the image of what was to come....
Sutherland, his cock bursting with the lewd thought of being sucked by his beautiful secretary stood, and the nude Caroline sighed with excitement.
He crossed to Caroline, and they clung to one another desperately for a moment. She kissed his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and nose, with her hot, wet tongue. Then they sunk to the couch-bed stretched out full length, bodies touching, their positions inverted so that they faced each other's private parts.
Sutherland tongued her inner thighs, and she parted them for his further kissings, and his hands slipped over her belly to squeeze her firm, full breasts, cupping them brutally as his mouth continued the assault on her groin. He made a furrow with his tongue through the velveteen hair, and then his probe located the tiny tip of her clitoris, and he took it between his teeth and ran his tongue around it in continuous circles. She whined sharply and flailed her head from side to side in abandonment, and she clenched her hands into fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-peppered strands loose in her convulsive jerks.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! her mind screamed over and over, as her boss continued to orally fuck her. I love it ... I love it ... He slipped his hands beneath her thighs and pushed her farther up until she was draped around his churning face, and he thrust deep into the searing depths of her pussy, sliding his hot tongue up into her clasping, dilated hole.
Her breaths came in gulping swallows and she moaned, past all caring now even though a small part of her brain kept repeating that this was vile, dirty, perverted ... and then, unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed his cock, which was almost touching her cheek, and she rested her head upon the floor and caressed his sperm inflated balls with her felt hand, rubbing a fingernail over the bottom of his prick as his mouth lunged in and out of her vulva.
"Suck me!" groaned Sutherland. "Kiss my prick now! Suck it, baby, that's what I want!"
Without hesitation, with mindless, lusting obedience, Caroline tasted his cock, tasted a male member for the first time, and the distinctive spice instigated wild uncontrollable tremors through her.
Oh! I love it! I love his prick! Oh, what I've been missing all these years! She washed his cock, lavishing her warm tongue over its base and thick underside, playing and stroking with her fingers with every lap. She grazed the smooth head with her tongue and tickled the parted hole in its crown, then returned to the base and the wire hairs brushed her cheeks as saliva mixed with his pre-cum. Caroline went wild with frenzied new emotions, thrilling with erotic fermentation of his cock and the sucking of her own cunt. She trailed her tongue between his wide-spread legs and then back up, up to the very top of his penis. Then, pausing only for a second, she slipped her lips glove-like down over the head.
Sutherland licked and sucked and drove his tongue deep in her tight, pungent pussy, reveling in the abandoned suckling of his cock by her soft, warm mouth and the gyrations of her lust-contorted body, knowing that both of their climaxes were not too far away. He dipped his head to drench her tight puckered little anus with saliva, then he returned to lick her crotch and the down-soft hair which fringed her cuntal lips. He paused for a moment to stare it along the sweat-slick valley of her breasts at the lust twisted grimace of her face as she slavored over his penis. Oh Jesus, she was really enjoying it! She was wallowing around his cock ... it won't be long now ... not long at all! He lowered his head, resumed his labor of love....
Caroline let his prick slip full length into the hidden depths of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down as Sutherland thrashed and froaned and sucked her. Yes! Yes! She couldn't wait for release ... it was any second now, and she wanted his hot, sticky semen to bloat her cheeks and fill her belly. Crazily she reamed down on her boss, her tongue swirling voraciously as his blood-filled penis pumped wildly into her sensuously ovaled lips. Then her cunt began to quiver and pulsate, and then....
She shivered, never losing the rhythm of her mouth on Sutherland's cock. Her eyes widened, and her breasts heaved and his pubic hair brushed against her mouth as she all but swallowed his cock. Oh God ... I'm going to cum ... for the first time, I'm going to cum from a mouth instead of a cock ... yes, yes, yes, ... more. More!
She dug her fingers in his hair as the first tremors of her climax swept through her vagina and flowed around her body. Her cunt flowered with warm gushes of fluid, which drowned the mouth and tongue of Rich Sutherland.
"Don't stop! Oh, you bitch, don't stop sucking me! Harder!" Sutherland felt her jerk and spasm and her cumming produced a violent reaction in him. His cock began a sudden spasmodic action and he grabbed her buttock cheeks harshly as spurts of warm viscous sperm jetted into her mouth. Caroline sucked, sucked some more in a wild effort to keep up with the increasing flow of his cum, swallowing as fast as she could, her adam's apple bobbing in rapid sequence.
She continued to milk him, swirling her tongue around to suck him dry. His groans of pleasure simmered to sighs of contentment, and he relaxed his hands as his giant penis gave one last shot of fluid and slowly began to deflate.
Sutherland pulled his now limp penis from her mouth with a lewd plopping sound and watched it with fascination as it began to grow smaller and smaller, and fall over as if dead.
"God, that was wonderful!" Sutherland breathed beside her. He looked at the trickle of saliva around her cunt. "Wonderful."
Caroline rolled over and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She heard the prominent attorney slowly get to his feet, and then saw him standing over her, his cock dangling from his groin.
"I guess you must hate me now, Caroline," he said quietly. "But you have to admit it, it was good."
She stared at him. He grinned at her affectionately, and then she found her own lips spreading in a smile and she replied: "Yes, Rich, it was wonderful. And no, I don't hate you at all."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Caroline lay in her bed, reliving the scene of earlier that day, almost tasting again the fellatio she had performed upon Rich, and the cunnilingus which had been done to her. She felt no remorse; no self-loathing, no disgust, no humiliation. It was as if the events had purged her mind of all such emotions, and now she was totally and irrevocably a woman of the flesh.
What had happened the past few days, starting first at the apartment of her employer and culminating in his treatment room, had transformed her into a new woman.
She was reborn!
There was no turning back, even if she wanted to. She had discovered the wonders of physical gratification for their own sake, and the future would be filled with the seeking of new and more exciting ways of fulfillment. Her world was cock now, and revolved around that great, pleasure-giving organ of man.
She had come home from work at the usual time, and was waiting impatiently for Gary to arrive from class, for she wanted to tell him of what she had done. He would probably be angry at first, but hadn't he had he wanted a wild and wanton woman? And now that she was fully emancipated, and she had to share the good news with him, tell him of her conversion.
Caroline rolled over and looked at her naked body in the dresser mirror. She smiled at her young and vibrant form, her cheeks apple-hued with brilliant vitality. She smoothed her hands over her skin, toying momentarily with her open pink cunt-lips. Oh, how could I have been so wrong for so long? There is nothing wrong or sinful in the fulfillment of my desires, in the joining of my body with other men besides Gary, the young wife thought. I really did enjoy Rich today, and want to continue to, and how can such bliss and ecstasy be considered evil or perverted? No, the perversion is in the denial of such chemistry ... and it infests the minds of all those narrow people who are sour with their own inhibitions. It is not I, certainly....
Her reverie was broken by Gary, who appeared at the doorway of their bedroom, a little taken aback by his wife's strange behavior. It seemed to him that she had never looked so lovely, so wild ... and what was she doing? She was naked, stretched on the bed, her hands nestled in her crotch. If he didn't know better, he would swear that she was ... no, that couldn't be!
"Hi, honey!" he greeted her, passing over his first mental questioning.
Caroline smiled lazily up at him but did not remove her fingers. "Hello, sweetheart," she murmured. "Come sit down beside me. I've things to tell you."
His eyes were round with incomprehension as he fought to understand her odd attitude, but he did as she bid, and sat next to her, trying to keep his mind off the scintillating flesh displayed before him. "What is it, darling?" he asked.
"Honey, you enjoyed doing it with Samantha, didn't you?"
"You know I did."
"And we both know it wasn't out of love, don't we! I mean, you love me, and not her, and it was purely a matter of physical attraction, right?"
"Of course I love you, Caroline!"
"Well, today I had a physical thing happen. With Rich."
Gary's eyes grew wide as the dawning of realization flooded his mind. "You mean ... ? Caroline, you ... ?"
"Yes. And more than that, I sucked his cock, and he sucked me, and we both came, right there in his office." She looked directly at her husband, smiling. "And do you know what? I enjoyed it. I never knew that it could be so good!"
He stared at her, open-mouthed.
"Gary," she said, "Please understand...."
"You sixty-nined Rich Sutherland? You let him kiss your cunt and all the time you had his cock in your mouth! You've never let me do that, you little bitch!"
"Gary, please! Don't you see? I've been wrong all this time, Gary. I should have allowed you to do all those things you wanted to do to me, but I didn't, and I'm sorry. But now it's different. I know what we both have been missing. I know how terribly a man and woman can be turned on physically, want to suck and fuck, and I want to from now on!"
"Now, huh?" Gary taunted. "Now, after you've let Rich do it first, is that it? Now your poor old husband can have a piece of the action."
"Isn't it better this way than if I had never awakened? Oh, baby, I'm sorry that you weren't the first; I truly am. But it happened this way, and I'm a better person for it, and what's important isn't who's first, but the fact that I am finally emancipated! I found myself in a position where I couldn't help myself today. That's all." She looked up at him, pleading with her tone and expression. "Gary, I took a great step forward today in becoming a woman-the woman you want me to be. Honey, I'm grateful to Rich for having done this to me, and you should be too."
Her husband moistened his lips, his chest heaving, his mind trying to assimilate her words. Finally, his taut muscles relaxed all at once.
"Qh, Caroline," he moaned, "Oh I don't know what to think, what to do...."
"We love each other, sweetheart, she said soothingly. "That's what counts. Anything which strengthens our relationship is for the good, and what I did today will make our physical life more fulfilling. You must realize that, Gary."
He returned to the bed, catching her in his arms, pressing her naked body to his as he searched her eyes. After a long time he said softly, "Are you happier like this?"
"You mean after swapping with the Sutherlands?" she asked bluntly.
"Yes."
"I think so," she replied. "I'm a new woman. No, I think that I am at last a woman. What I was before, well, that really wasn't much, was it? Female, true; but a woman? No. Are you sorry for what I have become?"
"No," he admitted, "I guess I'm not."
"Then?"
"Maybe you're right," he said. "I think the only way to find out if you are is to continue. You seem happier, more contented, and I only want to do what will please you."
"I'm glad you agree, Honey. You see, we have been invited over to the Sutherland's again tonight." She smiled provocatively at him. "I don't think we should go if you feel prudish."
"Well, I don't feel prudish at all. Of course we'll go."
"The four of us will have a good time together," Caroline said. She snuggled closer to her husband putting her arms around him and pulling him to her ripe, full-bosomed figure. Against his throat she whispered, "If we should ... fuck the Sutherlands tonight, remember that I love you. We'll be more in love than ever because when we make love afterwards. It will be better than either of us separately, because there will be love to go along with it!"
"No way, darling."
"I hope not, Caroline. For both our sakes, I hope not. I love you. I truly love you."
She hugged him tightly and kissed him fervently, and then she broke free, smiling radiantly at him. "I love you, too," she said. "Now, how about dinner?"
"What ... now?"
"Well, I'm hungry, and if we have a big night ahead of us, we'd better do it on a full stomach."
Gary managed to grin. "True," he said affably. "We sure don't want to do anything on an empty stomach."
The evening breeze was cool and crisp, but the fog had dissipated from a generously heated day-something not often to be found during the rainy season. Caroline sat next to Gary, glancing at him lovingly, and he in turn smiled warmly at her. Then she turned to peer through the windshield at the lights of the city below as the car drove up the hill to the company house. She felt nervous, but tantalizingly so; she was willing to participate in wife-swapping and that excited her. The emergence of her womanhood from the crust of false prudery which had for so long smothered her life with modesty was gone. Gone for good. She was no longer her mother's daughter but rather a woman of the world-full blooded, ripe, and alive!
She brushed a golden strand of hair from her face and thought of what was to happen. Wife-swapping; the word was horrid and disgusting, yet it rolled around in her mouth like a candy, and she savored its bitter-sweet flavor. Wife-swapping is what she was planning to engage in tonight, a project which would bring lip curls of contempt from so-called "decent" people. But she didn't care. Not any longer, she didn't. Tonight would once again bring that luscious penis of Rich Sutherland's to her, and he would master her again in his ways of love-making. Yes, she wanted Rich, she wanted to be swapped for him, she wanted him to fuck her. She groaned unconsciously and the lubricating fluids of her cunt began to seep from her vaginal opening, and she had to squirm around in her seat to avoid the tingling sensors of pleasure from overwhelming her on the spot.
She snuggled closer to her husband, and rubbed the palm of her hand over his thigh lightly. A moan of pleasure bubbled from his lips as he stared down at her polished nails and the path they traced over his pant-leg. Caroline edged farther along his inner thigh, and he spread his legs wider to allow her access. She smiled, a sudden surge of prurient desire rippling through her mind.
"Oh, God, Caroline," he groaned, "You drive me wild!" He involuntarily jerked the wheel of the car as she touched the rigid outline of his penis. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to wreck this car!"
"Want me to stop?" she teased.
"No ... never!" he groaned, struggling to keep his mind on his driving.
"Don't worry, darling, I won't." Caroline fumbled with his zipper and lowered it, then slid her hand in and insinuated her fingers under the leg band of his shorts. His flesh was hot and his cock hungrily awaited her magic probe. It jumped convulsively when she stroked its bulbous head with her finger-tip. Caroline couldn't believe she was doing such a wanton act ... it was so unlike her previous self! To be feeling her husband's penis in the car! Only last week she would have been sick at the idea! Now she was reveling in the performance.
"Zip me up," Gary wheezed. "We're here." He pulled into the garage in the basement of the Douglas and Capps' Company house and she laughed as he made a bumbling attempt to close his pants before opening the car door.
Rich and Samantha were waiting when she and Gary rang the doorbell. There were the usual greetings and then Rich took a step forward and crushed Caroline in a passionate embrace. He kissed her open mouthed, his tongue and lips surging against her with abandon, and his hands sweeping up and down her body with possessive fascination. He released her as suddenly as he had taken her, and smiled warmly.
"Hello, my dear." He winked. "I'm glad to find that you're not wearing any panties or bra!"
Caroline blushed slightly. It was true, enough. The short dress she wore had been cut so as to offer her breasts support, even though hers needed none, and as extra anticipatory excitement, she had cast aside aspersions of modesty and wore no undies as well. Gary had raised an eyebrow, but had said nothing ... what was there for him to say?
"C'mon in, kids, and meet the others in our little circle." Samantha held the door wide as they stepped inside, then shut it behind them.
"There are others here?" Gary said with surprise.
"Of course!" Rich laughed heartily and placed a hand on Caroline's buttocks with a fond caress. "More the merrier, I always say."
Caroline stood perplexed for a moment. The idea that the wife-swapping with Rich was going to include more than just him and Samantha had never entered her mind. She wasn't sure she liked the idea ... after all she had promised Gary, and besides, she couldn't picture herself accepting just any man into her body. She wanted to know and respect the person first. That was important. Wasn't it?
She looked hesitantly at Gary, hoping for moral support from him. "I didn't know...." she started to say.
"It's all physical, isn't it? I mean, you love me, you said, and therefore the purely physical release could be had from any other man as well as Rich, right?" Gary smiled sardonically at her, and she knew full and well what was behind the question.
Caroline was caught between anger and embarrassment. She did love Gary, and what she had told him about the difference in her attitudes concerning being made love to by Rich and being made love to by him were honest-yet he was demanding that she prove it. That's what he was doing, she was sure of it. If she balked at accepting any of the different, still unseen lovers in the living room, then he would be able to say that she must love Rich, and her rationale was merely an excuse to soothe her husband's pride at the affair. It was absurd! And she resented the implications of his remarks. Yet at the same time, she could understand how he felt, especially after the bombshell she had landed on him an hour earlier....
She turned and matched his smile with one of her own. "Yes, I love you," she said softly. "And I didn't know about the others being here. But darn it, now that I'm here, I plan to enjoy myself. What about you?"
"Same here, sweetie!"
Rich led them into the familiar living room, and while he fixed them drinks, Samantha took them around and introduced them to the other couples.
Next to the fireplace was a tall, good-looking man in his early thirties, and a petite redhead with large, ripe breasts barely encased in a low-cut dress. Caroline recognized them from the office. "This is Dick Peterson, one of the other attorneys, and Pam Hudson. She is a very fast typist," Samantha smiled at her. "You must know Caroline Webster, and this is her husband, Gary."
Then she indicated two other people who Caroline recognized also from work, standing over by the stereo. The man, Samantha explained, was also an attorney and Pam's husband, Jack. He was in deep conversation with a pert woman in her early thirties who turned out to be Dick's wife, Jayne Peterson. She had recently completed law school, Samantha explained, and having passed the bar examination with flying colors, was the newest attorney at Douglas and Capps.
The amenities over, Samantha returned to her husband, leaving Gary and Caroline with Pam and Dick.
The evening continued at a pleasant pace, and Caroline found that she was entertained and engrossed by all the people present. None of them were crude or outwardly obvious, and for awhile she wondered if her first appraisal of what was going to happen, would happen. Maybe it wasn't anything more than an office party she told herself, and these people aren't into all that ... they just work for Douglas and Capps as she did.
The liquor had gotten to her by nine o'clock, in spite of all the food she had eaten from the catered buffet, and she was sure that Gary was feeling his drinks as well. His face was flushed and he was laughing too loud and yet so were the others. Everybody was having a good time, and even though the sight of Rich Sutherland made her body tingle with an electric charge, they hadn't spoken much, and the most that had happened was their thighs touching while they danced earlier.
Then Sutherland went to the light switch and turned down the indirect lighting.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"All right, everybody," he said. "It's time!"
There was a murmur of appreciation and anticipation, and then Sutherland held up his hand for silence. "Tonight," he said, "We have a new couple. You all know Caroline from work, and this is her husband, Gary, whom you've all met, and I'm sure they will fit right in."
"You bet they will," Dick said enthusiastically. He waved his scotch and water in Caroline's direction.
"As new-comers, they will have to be first." Sutherland came over to Caroline and escorted her to the middle of the room. "You, too, Gary," he added. Then to Caroline, he whispered, "Some party, don't you think, my dear. But then you guessed what it'd be, didn't you?"
She hadn't, but still said, "Yes, Rich, I did."
He laughed and stepped into the right of the other five people, and Gary and Caroline stood somewhat chagrined that they were the sudden point of attention.
"C'mon, kids!" Jack shouted, "get with it! Get the clothes off and let it all hang out!"
Caroline looked at Gary. Clothes off? Well ... why not. With a shrug she unzipped the dress. She had no trace of shame or guilt as she let the gown fall, exposing her ripe nakedness to the feasting voyeurs. She saw that Gary had done the same, tossing his clothes on her dress. His cock had stiffened, and Caroline felt aroused sensations chum through her at the lewd sight, and she shuddered.
"Now everybody else!" Sutherland ordered, and before Caroline could gather her wits, the rest of the group had shed their clothing, heaping it with hers and Gary's clothes. Caroline's eyes widened as she saw Sutherland's fleshy shaft, which was rigid and throbbed slightly as it stood out straight from his abdomen. She moistened her lips, fascinated as ever by its immensity, remembering it in her mouth earlier that day....
Gary drank in Samantha's nude beauty, his breath hot and ragged, and Pam Hudson squealed and bobbed her mammoth tits up and down wildly. Jayne Peterson moved over to Sutherland and kissed him hotly, and then took his hand and pressed it to her pubic triangle, taking his middle finger and insinuating it in her pulsating slit.
Caroline felt a little regret at the scene, for she had hoped that she would have gotten Sutherland rather than one of the other men. Not that it was so important, but it was her first night at group sex and the familiar body of her employer appealed to her comfort. She was perusing the other two available males when Jack Hudson suddenly said loudly:
"Hey there, you two, no fair! Not until after the swap!"
With that he threw a gold key into a shallow dish, and then added, "C'mon, everybody put up a car key!"
Gary scrambled for his pants, and after removing his own car key from his key-case, dropped it in the dish along with the others, knowing immediately what was to happen.
Jack Hudson chuckled, the movement making his ram-rod cock bobble up and down. "Now, which girl wants first pick?" He held the dish up so that the women couldn't see which key was which, and shaking the disk, he approached Caroline.
"You, Caroline," he said smugly. "You're the novice. You pick your lover first."
Caroline blinked hard, studying the grinning and lewd faces which surrounded her. Her stomach began to know and a tantalizing shock of pure sensuality rocketed up into her belly from the cleft between her legs. This was it. This was the magic second where she truly became the libertinous whore each woman secretly harbors desire to be. Yes, .. when she reached into the dish and selected the key to her unknown lover, she would be passing the threshold into a new and entrancing world of pure pleasure and sensation. Her breath came hot and gasping at the thought, and in response to the eager, urging naked bodies surrounding her, she raised her hand.
"If you get your husband's you have to throw it back in!"
Pam chortled. "I want him!"
There was a ripple of laughter from her outburst, and then Gary said, "Hurry up honey. I can't wait all night!"
Caroline giggled and plucked a key from the proffered dish.
"Uh-oh, not mine," Jack said in a disappointed voice. "It looks like yours, Dick."
"It is," grinned Dick. "Sorry about that." He stepped into the ring and put a hand around Caroline's waist, pulling her toward him. "C'mon, Baby, let's get out of here right now!"
Caroline gave a longing look of love to Gary, and he smiled warmly back in return. She felt warm and sensitive all over, and her cunt was secreting fluids of her desire down her inner thighs. She watched the dish being passed to Pam, who selected first her husband's key and then after a groan, got Gary's and she knew that she was going to be fucked beautifully tonight and fucked hard.
Then Dick's hands softly wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, fingers massaging her nipples to cement chip hardness.
Caroline shivered, and then moaned as he kissed her on the nape of the neck. His fingers ran down to the pink, dilated cunt lips of her inflamed crotch, and his contact made her shiver slightly.
She looked down at Dick's penis, which was fully erect and pressing against her belly like some giant flag pole. Her face contorted with a slight revulsion at its sight, for Dick's cock was not as beautiful as Gary's or Rich's, but rather long and thin and webbed with heavy blue veins. It gave her grim advance warning of his lustful state.
"The bedroom," he whispered. "I want to fuck you in the bedroom."
She allowed him to lead the way, her head on his shoulder like lovers strolling under moonlight. They made their way down the hall and turned left, entering the darkened room. Caroline made her way to the bed where she stretched out much as she had earlier on her own bed, her naked body languorously undulating with pent-up emotions. Still her eyes were on his cock; they would not move from the fascinating sight of his hardness, spotlighted as it was by the hall light.
"Like it," he grinned. He took his penis in his hand, stroking it a few times. A droplet of seminal fluid appeared at the tip, and then was shook off onto the carpet.
Caroline tried to answer, but the words were caught in her throat. Finally she managed to say, "Yes ... yes, I like it, Dick."
"Good. Because I'm going to shove it so far up you that you'll think you had it for dinner tonight." His grin turned into a full smile of overwhelming lust. Then Dick sat down beside her on the bed, and almost defensively, Caroline raised her legs together in a sitting position. There was something about this man ... something which she feared. Perhaps it was merely the fact that Dick was new to her. But there was a quality to his lascivious gaze, as though his pupils were burning coals. His long cock seemed to ache for her as he lowered himself to her, pushing her back, his face buried in the clean odor of her soft hair.
"Spread your legs, honey," he breathed in her ear. "I can't fuck you with them together." He thought that that was somehow funny, and he chuckled, his knees slowly and relentlessly forcing her legs apart. She knew that she had forsaken any thought of modesty when she had decided to join in the group sex game, but still she half-heartedly tried to resist Dick's advances, for she didn't really desire him. A low wail of fear escaped from her lips as she felt the hardness of his huge, bloated cock make warm contact with the smooth, wet flesh of her inner thighs. Dick snaked forward, insinuating the full length of his member along the narrow, wide-stretched crevice of her loins. He pinned her shoulders to the bed, and her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, which only succeeded in exciting his mounting lust further.
"Wait a second," Dick said suddenly. "I want you in the ass, sweetie. Yeah, that's what old Dick wants for his dick ... ha ha ... I want to shove my prick up inside your sweet little asshole!"
Caroline stiffened and a faint wave of dizziness overtook her, making her gulp for air.
"Turn over, Caroline," Dick demanded.
Oh, God, oh, no! Not that! That was the one thing she didn't want ever to happen to her! Her rectum was virginal, and she wanted it to stay that way! Oh dear Jesus! She couldn't allow her rectum to be raped by a perfect stranger!
"Go on, honey, turn over, and raise up on your knees!"
In spite of her revulsion, Caroline moved slowly, hesitantly, tears of frustration and anger well in her eyes. There was no escape. She had agreed to take part in this office orgy, and she should be prepared to take whatever came along ... even this! She was the emancipated woman ... she had been so sure, so smug, but now ... now there was only the rigid palpitating penis of the stranger, Dick Peterson, whom she barely knew from work, kneeling behind her, quivering in anticipation of the lewd attack he was about to perform on her virginal anus!
Dick put his hand to her hips and pulled her backwards while his other hand steadied and pressed her head down into the pillow. Her buttock's waggled defensively in the air, and for a moment Caroline gave up any struggle. Her body was a helpless toy to him to use to his animal quest for satisfaction. And the satisfaction would only be realized when he had shot his load of hot, sticky sperm deep within her soft and resilient anus!
Dick bared his teeth, and then reached out and spread her pulsating hips wider, and Caroline felt his thick thumbs spread her buttocks and open the tiny, puckered hole of her anus to his lustful gaze. She tried twisting away, but she was suddenly a prisoner in his steel-like grip.
Oh, my God! This can't be happening! her mind screamed in revulsion.
Dick gaped at the ivory moons of her asscheeks, so creamy white and smooth as they stretched before him. God, they were magnificent! They were like a heathen sacrifice to uncontrollable lasciviousness, and he could hardly wait for her to squirm and cry beneath his impaling cock. The thought sent sensations of desire racing through his balls and up his body like an electrical volt.
He ground the head of his huge cock along the narrow valley of her defenseless anal crevice, the soft cheeks of flesh around it like a quivering sandwich of fornication. Then he leaned forward and kissed the ridges of her backbone and ran his tongue along the small of her back. Caroline groaned and trembled slightly from the wet lascivious contact at both places. He leaned back and ran his lean, reddish lips up and down the full length of her buttocks and into the crevice between her smooth white ass-cheeks.
He dropped yet lower, his thumbs on either side of her buttocks and spread the straining hillocks until the corded muscles of her thighs relaxed a little. Caroline had geared her mind for pain, brutality and humiliation, but instead she had found his touch to be warm and pleasant and soft, and she was enjoying it. It was different from Rich's or Gary's, and the caressing of his tongue as he lapped at the tiny puckered entrance to her bowels made her sigh with unexpected perverted wantonness.
Dick crouched on the blanket until his face was in direct line with the pink edges of her excited vagina, and as he watched, the fleshy folds seemed to throb and part of their own volition and he could see the moistness which was forming on the smooth, hair-lined lips.
Caroline cast caution aside and with building desire, teasingly edged her naked buttocks farther back and lewdly spread her legs to him so that her naked pussy was in full display to his lewd gaze. He moved forward, his face only an inch from the softness of her pubic hair which hung now like a soft beard from the mouth of her cunt, and the odor of her fragrant pussy was one of overwhelming sweetness.
He blew into her vaginal cavern, and her legs flowered still wider. She groaned and trembled, the pink flesh between her thighs glistening from her secretions.
There was another hot exciting rush of air as he blew between her splayed legs again, and although she clenched the cheeks together, a great feeling of enrapturement came over her. Her fear of Dick dropped from her mind, like some giant lead weight, and her loins were open to him, naked and furry and wet as the hundred animals of his touch caressed her tingling flesh and ran over her skin. She floated on a fleece-covered cloud whose very warmth belied the presence of danger, and the howl of passion was rising in the young wife's belly and very soul.
Dick grinned lewdly into the wide valley of this beautiful woman's defenseless genitals, he bent forward, prying the lust-twisted cheeks even wider with his thumbs until she was stationary and unprotected before him. Then in one quick movement he shot his tongue out and deep into the trembling lips of her vagina. He heard her gasp from his sudden thrust and then with a smothering sigh, she leaned back into him, her cuntal walls expanding and contracting around his long, throbbing tongue. Her breath exploded in small gasps as she mewled as he continued to orally play her.
He flicked and probed his probe wildly around inside her, as she ground her buttocks around his face, his nose imbedded deep, deep within the passion-drenched folds of her throbbing young pussy.
Dick worked behind the kneeling young wife, making wet, sluicing noises with each slavering plunge as her cries turned into one long extended moan. He pushed his face tighter against her sensitive crotch and he sucked and teased it gleefully with his teeth and lips as though it were an untamed, unleashed animal.
"OOOOOOhhhhhh ... AAAaaahhh!" Caroline mewled, her body and mind lost to the completely uncontrollable sensations of his suckings. Her pussy flowered and flowed, and her cuntal juices mingled with Dick's saliva and trickled down her legs. She was going to cum, and her whole being began to quiver with anticipation of the momentous release.
Dick sensed her impending climax and knew it was time to ram his cock into the seething tunnel of her anus. He wanted to have her cum with his long thick cock deep up in her belly, so that he in turn could explode his charge of hot white semen against her bowels.
He slithered to his knees, aching with expectation, working his hips into the wet loins, pressing himself tightly to the open crack of her ass. He taunted her until her whimpers drifted back to him, running the head insinuatingly around the tiny puckered opening. Then he introduced the smooth rubbery head into her saliva lubricated channel.
"AAAGGGHHH ... !" she screamed suddenly. "NO! Oh, God, Noooooo ... you're hurting me!" Caroline tried to pull away, but Dick only grinned and held her tighter in his grip. He constantly pressured until by slow, tormenting inches, her anus accepted his hugely throbbing member. Then, with a brutal, sadistic thrust, Dick suddenly rammed forward, his cock soaring into her tight resisting back passage with savage and brutal force, never stopping until it had torn through the tunnel like some invading war machine.
"AAAIIIIIIiii ... !" she strangled in a choked cry. The cry changed to gasps as Dick again flexed his cock and drove deeper into the softness of her belly.
"Wwoweeeeee ... ! You're asshole's really tight ... ! I sure didn't expect to get luck enough to get me a virgin one tonight!"
Caroline tried to scream out to him, but her face was too far contorted in agony to allow any noise to pass her lips. Her face also showed the shame and humiliation from allowing this man she knew only slightly from work to defile her defenseless virginal anus with his long, lewd penis!
The pressure of his cock and his straining thighs forced her rectum still wider and the warm, forbidden depths of her passage open to him, before his very eyes!
"OOOooohhh ... please stop ... oh, please!" she pleaded. "I just can't take it all in me!"
"Come on, sweet-tits ... yeah you can," the attorney panted. "It's all right ... relax and you'll find that you'll really start to dig it!"
Dick slowly withdrew his cock and then wormed his way back in, the invading member ripping away at her entrails. He could feel his foreskin peel back and he looked down in lustful delight as his cock was ovaled by her pink-rimmed sphincter muscles.
"OOOOOOhhhhhh ... NNNNNnnnoooooo ... !" Caroline's whole body was wracked with agony at his onslaught, and her anal passage felt like a mine tunnel about to cave in. His vicious cock surged onwards, until his pubic hair grazed and flattened against her writhing buttocks. Then he began to saw mercilessly and hummed with forbidden delight. Caroline ground her fingers into the bedspread to ease the pain, and magically, the pain did lessen. She felt strangely wet and open between her legs. A masochistic ambivalence of pain and joy was beginning to make her respond, and she started to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles. He gouged deeper, the pressure on his cock tight and exhilarating, promising to draw out his lust-heated sperm like a huge, sucking hose.
Caroline, mindless and with the growing acceptance and desire, reached behind her and cupped his swinging balls as they slapped against her hair-fringed cuntal opening. The young wife found a strange pleasure in touching his wrinkled balls and then she located her own clitoris and she stroked it, moving her finger in time to his savagely fucking penis. Her complexion was flushed and her teeth were bared with the now frenzied explosions emanating from her ravished rectum.
"AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh ... fuck my ass-hole ... fuck my ass-hole ... OOOOOOoooooohhhhhhhhh!" Caroline hissed and heaved backwards, taking in every last inch of his huge pulsating cock into her hungry nether passage....
CHAPTER NINE
"Oooooohhhhhh, lover boy," Pam Hudson mewled, "I picked your key, and you know what that means ... that means that you get my cunt! Uuuuummm ... that will feel so good, to have your nice hard young cock deep up inside me! We are sooooo very democratic around here," the petite redhead purred. "A key for a cunt!"
She lowered a searching hand to grasp Gary Webster's nakedly throbbing cock. "I'm going to enjoy this inside me, twisting deep up inside of my pussy!"
"God, yes!" the young husband answered hotly.
"Fuck me," the voluptuous redhead demanded, exciting him further, his huge rod of life twinged with anticipation.
"Tell me you want to...." she moaned.
"Yes! Yes! I want to fuck you, Pam, I want to fuck you!"
Pam let Gary lower her to the pillows on the floor, and she squirmed her hot body beneath him eagerly. His first impulse was to go into another room, as Caroline and Dick had done, and view Pam's nakedness privately, but she had not waited, and uncaring that her husband, Jack Hudson, or anybody else were all around them, she rolled on the brightly colored pillows, taking his hand and massaging her soft, flame-colored pubic hair.
The young husband lay down beside her, the sweet female-aroma of her pussy wafting like flower blossoms in Gary's nostrils.
"Finger me, Lover, finger me!" she groaned, reaching up suddenly to his testicles and base of his eagerly jerking cock, "Shove your fingers up into my cunt....."
Her own fingers on his blood-engorged member sent his head whirling, and his cock leapt to meet with her probing fingers, but as it touched them they pulled away teasingly. Gary ob-eyed her demand, though, his fingers probing the gentle entrance of her sweet vagina and hardening her little bud of a clitoris, making the small column stand out from where it nestled in the folds of her fleshy labia. It gave him a vast sense of power to see how she wriggled and moaned under his teasing touch, and he pressed even harder, pulling the fluted edges of her slit wider and rubbing up and down her moist crotch.
Pam began to beat his burgeoning cock more erratically, and finally Gary could stand it no longer. He staggered to an all-fours position, hovering over the petite redhead bombshell like a slavering wolf, and then looked around him for a brief pause.
Samantha was having her eagerly squirming vagina licked and kissed by Pam's husband, Paul, while Rich Sutherland, the senior partner was hidden from view by the sofa, though occasionally his head would show over the top of the cushion, a lewd grin on his face, and from below came the panting moans of Jayne Peterson, Attorney-at-Law.
The young husband could picture what they were doing; fucking dog-fashion or ... maybe ... must maybe he was fucking her in her ass-hole! He groaned in passion at the lewdly exciting idea. He'd never made-love to a woman in the rectum before, and the obscene image made his cock twinge with heat.
"MMMMMMnnnnnnmmmmmmnnnnnn...." moaned the passion-fired Pam. She spread her legs wantonly below him, and arched off the rug, pulling her pussy lips back with her finger-tips so as to expose the nakedly glistening slit. She rubbed up and down the length of Gary's body, and then she lurched upwards with a sudden savage lunge, impaling herself on his hugely throbbing member.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed beneath him, "Fuck me! Fuck me! OOOOOOHHHhhhhhh ... fuck it to meeeeeeeee ... !"
Gary felt the warm sheath of her hot cunt slide wetly along his sensitive shaft, and his cock raced to her extreme depths, battering against her cervix, her female juices making wetly sucking sounds which intensified the young husband's lust.
His balls slapped noisily against the firm cheeks of her firm buttocks, and Pam gave out a low, throaty cry, pushing and shoving harder and harder against his groin. He reached down under her and between her buttocks while he drove his rampaging cock into her pliant cunt, and searched until he found the tiny puckered ring of her anus. He pushed hard, feeling her sphincter ring give, and then his finger slid into her rectum.
A stream of warm fluids ran down her thighs, and she jumped forward upon his wildly sawing cock, almost slithering backwards on her spine.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she cried. "I love it! It hurts, but my God, I love it! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She screwed her ass on his finger tighter. "More! More! I want more of your cock!"
The young law student felt the thin wall of flesh which separated the underside of his cock and his skewering finger, and with a rising monsoon of sexual desire and frenzy, he hammered his finger up into the squirming redhead until his palm was flat against her wildly jerking ass-cheeks. She became caught up with his savage rhythm, and opened her legs wider so that he could ravish her craving loins even further.
Gary's cock expanded until he thought his lust-bloated balls were going to burst, and the fantastic sensation building in his testicles told him that his climax was not too far away. With a howl of torture, he rammed his cock and his finger in perfect unison, sending Pam on to newer heights of sexual bliss.
"OOOOOOooohhhhhh! Fuck it to me harddddddddd!" she moaned, pressing up and back against her lust, ripe breasts. She clasped her legs to hold them in position, her heels pounding on the sides of his back. She mumbled obscene phrases, and Gary could not ever recall any girl ever responding so fantastically to a fucking before. It was as though she were a wild animal!
She pulled her thighs back until the whole of her vaginal slit was offered to him like a sacrifice, and his craving cock dribbed her into a pagan ritual of lewd, abandoned squirming!
Her red, sensuous mouth twisted as her near-cumming contorted her mind, and her eyes rolled back, showing their whites. Then, in her ecstasy, she gave a wild jerk and an animal-like wail, and she locked her legs up around the young husband's back as his loins jerked and spasmed against her thighs.
"OOOOOOOOOhhhhhh ... Aaaaaahahahaaaaaza ... I'm going to cum ... I'm going to CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM ... !" she screamed as she squeezed his cock like it was a tube caught in a vice ... and it was all he could do to force his penis through the tightly clenching muscles of her vagina.
But then Gary felt the maddening rush of his own sperm as his balls screamed for release, and his scrotum constricted and he groaned, tensing his body. Waves and waves of semen gushed up and out of his cock and out the tiny glans opening, pouring into her overflowing cunt in a seemingly endless torrent. Pam sucked at his hotly gushing male cum until, drained completely, the two of them collapsed. The beautiful redhead was little more than a limp rag doll beneath Gary's heaving body, his cock still lodged deeply in her cunt, the final dredges of his magnificent orgasm dribbling forth.
"OOOOhhh, that was just fantastic," she murmured at last. "What a far-out was to begin the evening!"
The young husband sighed, letting his deflating prick rest in the warm, moist bed of the petite redhead's pussy ....
CHAPTER TEN
Dick Peterson groaned above Caroline, digging his hands into her backside as she bucked beneath his pillaging cock. She made indistinctive mewlings into the covers with his every forward lunge as she felt as though she was being sodomized by a gorilla who was bent on splitting her from her crotch to her neck with his gigantic penis!
"Fuck back, harder!" Dick growled. "Fuck back harder!"
Caroline felt his sadistic thrusting as the sight of her gyrating body only excited him to more sadistic actions, and he stroked savagely into her soft, luscious flesh, his lips working madly as his lustful perversion surged through him.
"Oh, God! Your penis is so big!" Caroline screamed out, "It'll split me in two ... Ohhhhhhhhh ... it feels soooooo ggggoooodddddd!" she wailed obscenely, railing and lowering her hips to drive his cock deeper and deeper and deeper still into her rubbery channel. His huge bloated instrument firing every fiber of her being. She rested with her head upon the bedspread, one of her hands still caressing his balls which were pounding her ass-cheeks unmercifully, running a finger over the bottom of his penis as he lunged in and out, marveling at the feel of them, and then returning to the folds of her own cunt, masturbating profusely. Her breasts were as bloated as his balls, and the young wife looked between her legs.
"OOOoooooohhhhhh ... this is so good, Dick! I can watch my fingers as my cunt takes them and you can watch too!"
"That's right, baby! I'm really fucking it to you!" Dick Peterson panted.
"This is sooooo wonderful!" Caroline screamed lewdly, "I'm fucking myself and you at the same time! AAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ... !"
Trancelike, lost in the dream of her passion, she looked up just as a large shadow loomed in the bedroom doorway, silhouetted by the hall light behind it. It was her husband, Gary!
He walked slowly across to the bed, his large cock still held high by his lewdly rubbing hand and his balls swinging freely against his inner thighs. Caroline was unable to speak, to loosen her grip from the other man's penis as her voyeur-husband knelt before her passion-contorted face.
"Hello, honey," he said, grinning. "Glad to see that you're enjoying yourself."
"Oh God! Dick groaned, his body contorted above her. "She's wild, she's absolutely wild ... what a wife you've got!"
"No ... noooooo!" Caroline moaned. Tears of humiliation at being caught by her husband doing this horrible thing, flowed down her beautiful face. Yet the magnificent sodomizing of her virginal anus went on unabated. She rolled her head with self-abasement, mortified at being seen by her husband in such an obscene position with another man, and she prayed that he would just go away and leave her to her shame and humiliation before this other man shot his sperm deep up inside of her rectum.
"Do you like Dick, Caroline?" Gary asked solicitously. "Do you like being fucked in the ass-by another man?"
"Ohhhhhh ... nooooo...." Caroline said, but then Dick jerked, driving another fraction of an inch up into the straining walls of her anus. An electric bolt of lightening seared into her stomach and her brain, already reeling from the impact of his lewd sodomizing, could not maintain any vestige of modesty. She screamed and yelled "Yes! Yes! I love it! I love to be fucked in the ass....I love it ... !"
"That's what I thought," her husband replied. "It sure looks like Dick here knows what he's doing."
"OOOOOOooohhhh ... what ... what are you doing here?" she whimpered.
Gary chuckled, and Dick did too.
"I finished with that cute little redhead, Pam," Gary said. "We ate each other out and I got to fill her throat with my cum, but it looks like this cock of mine is ready to go again."
"Fine," Dick grunted, still moving inside the young wife's rectum. "There's more than enough room for the little lady's husband!"
"Nooooooooo!" Caroline wailed. "Leave us alone, it's not right!"
Dick laughed at her false facade of prudishness, and her husband smiled. Caroline looked upwards, catching nothing in her vision except the highly erect penis of Gary as it towered above her. The hall light played upon it, highlighting every ridge, every pore in it's massiveness. Gary lowered himself, and his cock was but inches away from her tightly clenched lips.
"Let's see if you can suck on cock as well as your ass can fuck back on cock!" he said. "Kiss it!"
He fumbled with his fingers at her mouth, and then Caroline felt a viscid sponginess being pressed to her cheek. Gary splayed his legs on either side of her face, and lifted her head with the flat of his hand, pushing against her forehead while with the other hand he guided his trembling member into her mouth.
He groaned, pressing his cock against the warm moistness of her lips. She resisted slightly, still protesting inwardly of this rape of her helpless ace, but then Dick gave a violent forward thrust into her widespread anus, and she shot forward, impaling Gary's thick cock in the wet and warm cavern of her mouth. She felt his hugeness slither along her tongue and then lodge with its pulsating head against the back of her throat.
"Suck, honey, suck!" her husband wheezed passionately. And mindless with the bestial drubbing of her asshole, Caroline's lips ovaled around his cock. His balls bounced against her chin and the musky odor of his groin filled her nostrils with flaring desire, adding further depravity to her situation. Tears of her anguish mingled with her saliva, and the piquancy of their saltiness was a sharp contrast to the almost sweet taste of his firm, yet tender penis. Her husband's pubic hair brushed and tickled against her cheeks, leaving wet marks from their bristling touch.
Behind her, Dick felt himself building to a crest of excitement. He looked at Caroline's husband, who was facing him, and grinning broadly at him, he gripped Caroline's waist and began to fuck her now unresisting rectum harder and faster, battering his loins lick a jackhammer against her quivering, smooth buttocks as his breath came in short, hot gasps.
He stared down at her gyrating back and stretched the moons of her rear end as far as they would go with his fingers, watching his cock saw into the moist, pink flanges of her insanely throbbing rectum.
The young wife, delirious from the double fucking, moaned frenetically, mindlessly, around the giant phallus ripping through her tender mouth. Caroline's brain was inflamed with the thoughts of her lewd behavior. How awful it was for her husband to have found her here, being fucked in the rear-end like some sort of animal! What did he think of her now ... how depraved and gutted he probably considered her to be!
Depraved? No, no, she would love it! She would love every minute of it! Sensuous thrills raced through her and she bucked wilder as Dick and her husband, Gary worked their magic upon her....
