The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was a hot summer in Florida and the citizens of Lundville were busy seeking relief from the humid heat. Carol Lynn was no exception. She had just returned from water skiing. She was a good skier and could ride the single ski with ease. It was good exercise and Carol's legs were extremely shapely and brown. The trim whiteness of her upper thighs showed from under the bikini bottom that she wore. She wore the suit even to the grocery store and on her way home in the car. She was mildly disturbed by the fact that she was locked out of her house. If only Lee, her husband, were not always away on business trips, she would not be alone and expected to handle such trivial matters. Then she could get the key from him.
She heard someone pulling up in the driveway of their new neighbors next door. Turning, almost dropping her armload of groceries, she saw a tall, lithe, slightly older man driving into Mitzi Bramwell's driveway. He was also wearing a bathing suit and tee-shirt, and Carol could see how beautifully firm and lean he was.
"How's the water?" she called in a warm, friendly voice.
The handsome stranger straightened up immediately and wheeled around to see who was talking to him, water still dripping from his body, and he was excited and happy. He smiled back broadly as he took in Carol's firm young body.
"The water's great," he shouted over to her. "As hot as it is out here, it's a real relief. I'm Carter Bramwell, Mitzi's husband. You must be Mrs. Lynn. Mitzi led me to believe you were an ... well, an older woman."
"I hope she didn't say anything bad about me," Carol returned. The thought of the swapping club she belong to had crossed her mind and she was in no position at present to let it be widely known that she was a member. She was certain that her own husband, Lee, would fly apart if he ever found out that she had been cheating behind his back, and enjoying every minute of it, while he was off on one of his frequent business trips.
"No, as a matter-of-fact, she thinks you are the greatest," Carter said as he walked carefully over the hot sidewalk in his bare feet. "She's told me how you kept her company and helped out with good advice when she really needed it. I want you to know, I really appreciate all you have done while I've been away. I mean it!"
"Oh, what advice did Mitzi mention?" Carol asked, her fears increasing as she recalled how she had tried to persuade the older woman into fending off loneliness by joining the local group. She had explained how harmless it was, just a little sex between friends. Perhaps Mitzi had even been silly enough, in her innocence, to tell Carter how Carol had pointed out that sex was the easiest way in the world to remedy the melancholy that a wife feels when her man is not home. Maybe he knew about her approaches and was just playing, toying with her. At any second he could deliver an angry rebuke and say that she had no right to interfere. Especially when that interference meant that his beautiful blonde wife would have been expected to willingly go to bed with another man. The worst of it was, if Mitzi had told Carter, his anger would be all for nothing. For the silly bitch had flatly refused Carol's offer to join the group. Mitzi had said something about not being "able to betray Carter that way."
"Oh, nothing I can remember," Carter said in his deep masculine voice, still puffing a little as he hopped across a space of lawn and approached the younger woman, holding out his hand to shake. "I guess the most important thing of all was that she had you to talk to. Someone as sensible as you."
"Well, is that all!" Carol laughed, inwardly relieved as she realized that Carter Bramwell had not been told a thing. She was also relieved for another reason. Standing up close to him, she saw that this Carter Bramwell was even more good-looking and sexy than she had thought at first glance. His chest was broad, his waist small, and his arms were deeply tanned and brawny, powerful and strong. She also noticed by the heavy bulge at the crotch of his snug-fitting swimsuit that he was hung like a bull. Lord, if Mitzi should decide to come around and tell him about the group, there might just be a chance they would join, she thought. The Bramwell couple would be excellent material and she knew well enough that fresh talent was always welcome. As long as the newcomers followed the rules.
"Yeah, that's all," he assured her after a moment, "but she never did get around to telling me you were so good looking." He was obviously distracted by Carol's stunning appearance. He estimated her age to be, more or less, about five years younger than he and Mitzi were. Even the way Carol was standing there holding an armload of groceries, it was easy for him to tell that underneath her swimsuit, this young woman was earthy and voluptuous. Her full large breasts strained noticeably against the grocery bags, making them hard for her to hold. Carter took them from her arms. Her breasts fell naturally inside the bathing suit top once again. Christ, he had thought the woman next door was some old biddy who had nothing better to do in life than bake cookies and talk about the past, not a hot looking young number like this!
"Is there something wrong?" Carol asked, smiling to herself. She knew that he was trying to guess how she looked totally naked, and probably wondering how good a fuck she was too. His eyes were roving over her like hungry little animals and he seemed totally unaware of the long silence between them. Well, she mused, he might have a chance to find out, and the sooner the better.
"No, no, nothing. I was just thinking that you ought to get these groceries in the refrigerator. They might spoil in this heat," he said, realizing that she must have caught him staring. "I know your husband's away, Mitzi told me. I'd like to do you a favor. I mean, something to show how much I appreciate you ... how you kept my wife company."
"That would be nice, Carter, but I can handle the groceries. But, I have locked myself out of the house. Could you please boost me up to the window?" she said with a little wink. She was both amused and excited by him. She knew perfectly well why he was fumbling with words as they stood in the driveway. Their eyes explored each other and sometimes met in long meaningful looks that were like previews of what could happen if the circumstances were right. She was enjoying her momentary sexual power over him and admitted to herself that she liked the idea of being able to arouse Mitzi's virile husband. It filled Carol with a special sense of her own appeal and for once she was not at all sorry that Lee was out of town. For that matter, she was glad!
"I'll be happy to help out any way I can," Carter enthused, "but first, let me carry these packages for you. I'll blaze a trail for you and you can follow me."
"Okay, if you insist, you can get them inside for me," she agreed with a shy coy smile. When they reached the entrance landing, Carol rummaged in mock desperation through her purse. Making one last effort to try and find her key. Then she led Carter around to a side window and asked him to help her climb up through the open window. As he gave her a lift Carter's strong hands felt the softness of her firm young body as she wriggled seductively from his arms and shimmied through the open window. Moments later she appeared at the door.
"If you'll put them down there, Carter, I'll take care of them later," she said as she opened it for him to enter with the groceries. "I'll go turn on the air conditioner. In the meantime, why don't you fix us a drink. A nice cold one."
Carter's facial features showed clearly that there was a struggle taking place within him. Should he take her up on the invitation, which could be more than an invitation for a drink, or go home to Mitzi? Surely by now she knew he was home from swimming, and was no doubt peering out the window to see where he was.
"Thanks, Mrs. Lynn, but I'd better go home before it gets any later. Mitzi probably wonders where I am." he answered apologetically, anxious to escape temptation, but hating himself for not daring to exploit the attractive situation before him.
"Well, suit yourself. Perhaps another time when you're not so rushed," Carol purred suggestively. "But please, don't call me Mrs. Lynn. It sounds so stuffy and makes me feel much older than I am. Just call me Carol. A man like you ought to know what a woman likes to be called." Her voice was low and throaty as she stared provocatively at the flustered young husband, then walking up to him she placed a light surprising kiss on his lips.
"That's for being such a big help," she said sweetly. "Tell Mitzi I'll be by tomorrow for a visit."
She watched him through the window next to the front door as he made his way back over the hot sidewalk. She saw him wave and try to explain something as he faced the front of his house. Then after nodding towards the house, Carol saw him cross back again to her own driveway and wave one last time as he disappeared inside the door. She had also been tempted. Tempted to take advantage of her neighbor's youthful desire for her. She knew that one wrong move now might ruin everything and spoil her chances to get all that she wanted in the future. It was better, she decided, to work it so that Carter and his wife would become members of the swapping group. That way she could get her hands on the muscular older man any time she wanted to and still have her share of other men in the club as well. And why not? She had met the requirement for membership: she had recruited a person of the opposite sex, Bill Watson. There was no reason why she should not enjoy all the privileges. It was just damned lucky for her, she thought, that there was no rule saying the recruit had to be your own husband. For God knows, Lee, as crude and horny as he usually was, would never agree to let another man take her to bed. He would never understand that club members never allowed things to go beyond the purely physical stage.
Carol's thoughts turned then to Carter Bramwel again and what a great sex partner he would surely be with a little practice. It was evident that even though he was older, he had not had much experience with real women or he would have taken her up on what she had made fairly clear was an invitation to take her to bed. She had been with a man similar to Carter, as far as experience was concerned, at the last group-sex session the week before. She felt a slight electric tingle dart thrillingly between her thighs as she remembered that night. She could not even recall his name but she could never forget how his eyes had played over her naked well-rounded body as she lay waiting for him on the bed. She had felt tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of her skin. He had stopped for a moment to gaze at her lovely, large high set breasts peaked by the light brown nipples. Then his eyes had flicked lower to drink in the delicious sweep of her long, gradually rounded thighs. She had watched his hungry young gaze probe down between her slightly, and very purposely, spread legs to feast on the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the soft pubic hair covering her loins.
"God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Carol said aloud, as though someone invisible were standing beside her to hear. She turned away from the window and started up the half dozen stairs to the living room level, shrugging out of her swimsuit top as she went. When she had adjusted the air conditioning and felt drafts of cool air pouring over her warm breasts, she sat down on the plush down-stuffed couch and kicked off her shoes. It was impossible for her to shake the thought of Carter Bramwel and the stimulating memory of her recent round of lovemaking at the last meeting. She gritted her teeth tightly as she felt the familair feeling of passion ripple slowly, then faster and faster through the tips of her nerves.
She could no longer resist the overpowering urge to touch herself and lifted her buttocks off the couch to slip the bikini bottoms down over the smooth tanned lushness of her thighs. She pictured the exciting bulge in Carter's swimsuit and then allowed her mind to flash back to the sight of the nameless man at the meeting. He stood over her by the bed with his long, thick penis jutting out in anticipation of the fuck she was going to give him. Now, as if in a dream, she moved her hands up to her big swelling breasts and began to massage them as they shook, searching for the trembling nipples and finally trapping them between her fingers. She kneaded them, pulling until it felt as though she would pull them loose from the quivering mounds. Then she groaned and turned over onto her palpitating belly, pressing the erect button of her clitoris tightly against the corded edge of the couch. She was hoping to somehow extinguish the fire that was raging there. But it was not enough and she found herself burrowing down harder. Finally she released her tortured breasts, and groped down between the couch and her stomach to fondle the moist, throbbing curls of her pubic hair. She opened her legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor and the other scissored open and high on the soft couch cushions. She could feel her moist little cuntal hole now pulsing hotly against the tips of her fingers which drew the thin, narrow furrow further apart, exposing the lips of her throbbing cunt to the cool air flooding the room. With a low moan, she sank one of her middle fingers deep up into the viscous wet, softly fringed mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and held her breath, but it was still not enough and her desire flamed higher. The inferno inside her was raging more intensely, demanding more, more to quench its lewd hunger. She slipped in another finger, moving all the way up on the couch in order to draw her knees up under her body to a kneeling position. Her naked buttocks were waving salaciously around behind her in the air.
Oh Lord, if only she could have a cock fucking up into her cunt from back there now, she yearned, the vision of that last session still racing through her lust-fogged mind. It was as if she were there now, down on her hands and knees over that young man's loins, stroking his stiff cock with one hand and at the same time scratching lightly with her fingernails at the hairy sac of his balls and cupping them with her other hand. He had groaned and thrust his hips upward involuntarily as the warm wetness of her parted lips closed delicately over the throbbing head of his delicious penis. He had reached down and tangled his hands roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her sucking motions. Lifting his head a few inches from the pillow he had watched his penis filling her mouth and spreading it until her lips were thin, a soft lipsticked oval encircling him. She knew that he had been all the more excited by the sight of his thickness buried wetly up between her eagerly sucking lips.
The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Carol to ever rising heights of passion and she slithered her fingers in and out up into the moistness of her cunt in time to the picture in her mind. She remembered bobbing up and down like a primitive savage on that virile young stranger's gorgeous cock. She rocked back on her knees against her fingers, ramming them deeper inside her. But it only drove her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand from beneath her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet crevice. Finally she inserted a finger deep into the tiny puckered anal opening between her naked ivory ass cheeks. She gasped as in her haste she accidentally nipped a fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a sudden jolt of pain through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a moment, shivering as the slight stinging sensation subsided, and once again started the obscene fingerfucking of her asshole and cunt. Her full round breasts swung to and fro as she moved. The lust-hardened little nipples were brushing sensuously down against the velvety surface of the cushions as they danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful flashes of electric sensation raced through every atom of her being as she fingerfucked herself and continued to picture that night. But now the man whose cock she was sucking had a different face! Suddenly she realized that it was Carter Bramwel's face, the handsome face of her new neighbor, Mitzi's husband.
The picture in her mind changed, became more exciting, and she imagined herself sucking harder. Actually trying to swallow the hardened penis until almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty thrust he made. Then only an inch or so at the base showed white and gleaming outside her moist lips. She was flicking her hot tongue over it, giving the head a nerve tingling lick on the down stroke and making it throb and jerk as though a live twitching heart were beating inside. She could envision the sight of her own lips being pulled out obscenely as she clung to the hard flesh of his penis and sucked like a starving woman.
In her imagination she could hear Carter's deep, virile voice commanding her:
"Suck it, Carol, suck it," he growled, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until her red lips were pressed fully into the reddish brown pubic hair at the base of his cock.
"Suck harder!" the lusty man in Carol's mind ordered. He grunted as she slaved over him. Her entire body was beginning to gleam from the sheen of female sweat forming all over her skin. God, she loved it! She would rather suck cocks than almost anything else in the whole world!
She knew that pressure was building in the huge hairy balls. She knew it would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon. One that would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Carter shoved his loins up hard against her face.
Hearing her protesting mumble and not caring, not heeding anything but his quest for the wonderful end of his combination pleasure and pain that was building higher and higher towards the breaking point.
"Aaaaahhh! Suck it, you bitch, suck, keep sucking!" she heard her brawny neighbor gasp as he wound his hands tighter and more viciously in her hair. She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were bared back over his white teeth as though he were being tortured on the rack by sexual fiends. She felt his jerking cock set up a series of wild staccato throbbings that flooded her mouth with gush after gush of hot, white sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with-each great creamy spurt until Carol was forced to swallow to keep from choking as she mewled and crooned over his hotly writhing groin.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" Carter moaned incoherently as he convulsively rammed his spurting cock farther and farther down Carol's hungrily constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it. Every last drop of all his precious liquid sperm. She kept on sucking crazily as he continued to shoot the full load deep, deep into her. Then, with one last bed shaking groan, he emptied the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but she went on nibbling at the spent cock. Gently, she pulled and sucked until she was certain that there was nothing left.
"Oh Christ, Carter, more, I want more cock!" Carol half-shouted into the quiet living room, waving her ripely rounded buttocks more wildly than ever as she plunged the fingers of both hands into her own lust drenched pussy and anus. She fingerfucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet, dually pistoning fingers inside her all the way up to the palms of her hands.
Her lovely, beautiful young face was twisted with passion and her cheeks flushed a crimson color as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost paralyzing current in her belly. She clung hard to the last remnants of her sanity. She was teetering on the brink of release, her whole body vibrating. Then the hot female juices gushed out around her frantically fucking fingers, covering her hands and running down the inside of her quivering thighs to the bend in her knees, pooling hotly there as though waiting for more.
"Aaaaaahhhh, oooohhhhh!" she gasped, her voice pitching out and reverberating from wall to wall of the room. It came from signaling the intense bliss she was feeling.
Gradually, the waves of pleasure lessened and became weaker, until finally she was afraid they were over altogether. But Carol still wanted more, the real thing! She stayed on her knees, bent forward on her shoulders like a common slave. She could not bring herself to withdraw the fingers from the two upraised passages up between her legs until the last dying throbs of orgasm had stilled her body. At last, after what seemed an eternity, she pulled her hands back and the fingers slithered wetly from her partially satiated cunt and rectum. She then lowered herself down until she lay full length on the soft couch and felt her own cum stain pooling where her lower tummy pressed against it on the cushion. When she had regained her breath a little, she rolled limply over on her side and allowed her thoughts to ramble on about Carter for several moments. She relished the mental picture she had made of sucking him off and swirling his warm masculine cum hotly around in her mouth.
Suddenly, Carol snapped back to reality, realizing with startling force that it had all been a fantasy, nothing more. She had not been with Carter, no. She had simply let her desire for him shape his face in her mind instead of the other man's, the one she had really gone to bed with at the last swap session. A brief flurry of anger came over her at her own silly mistake. But one thing was for sure now. She had to have that splendid hunk of man fuck her and she had made up her mind to do willingly almost anything to accomplish her goal. If it meant hurting Mitzi Bramwel, that was too bad. The naive housewife was older than she was and had to learn the facts of life someday anyway. Particularly when she had such an exciting husband on hand to share them with.
Carol's brain began to function efficiently again as a plan began to form. Perhaps the answer to how she could achieve what she desperately wanted was at hand.
Slowly, a bit unsteadily, she raised herself up to a sitting position and pulled up the bottom of her swim suit.
"Hmmm, I guess I'd better call the cleaners in the morning," she chuckled to herself as she looked over at the drying little stain on the cushion next to her thigh. '"Or maybe I should just leave everything as is. Maybe my pussy scent will bring the sexy son-of-a-bitch running over and make things a lot easier."
Carol Lynn laughed aloud again, as though at some special private joke. She picked up her swimsuit top and rose from the couch. Now she was alone. There was no denying it. But not for long. She was confident that soon she would be getting all the satisfying companionship she could handle. She found herself trying to guess what her husband's reaction would be to the clever schemes she was working on. Well, whatever it might be, she thought, it did not matter now. He would never have the chance to find out if she could help it.
She caught a glimpse of the front yard as she headed towards the kitchen. She could see Carter Bramwel standing outside again. Carter had helped her out all right, and with more than groceries, and she fully intended to give him his just reward....
* * *
CHAPTER TWO
Mitzi Bramwell felt sexy as she tried on the new bikini she had just bought on a shopping trip downtown. It was Sunday and she and Carter had plans to go to the beach. She wanted to be especially seductive looking. He had been extra attentive last night, carrying her into the bedroom and gently stripping her, and later in bed he had made rapturous love to her. But then strangely enough the lovemaking , even though she had cum, had left her feeling the same as always. It seemed that she and Carter could not make love without her feeling some kind of guilt after she had cum and it was heartbreaking for Mitzi because she would freeze up as soon as she had her orgasm and wouldn't let him finish. After Carter had finally slipped off to sleep she had cried without knowing why.
Dismissing her worries, she suddenly brightened and peered critically at herself in the mirror, giving her long blonde hair a few extra strokes before putting the brush aside. Then, pouting out her lush sensuous lips, she suddenly felt very wicked and wanted to do something to herself, something sinful and sexy like fuck herself with something.
She looked around for something that would be just the right size and shape and she soon found it. She picked up the candle that was sitting on her dressing table. The wax was soft. She felt an urge to feel the texture of the wax with the most sensitive part of her body, the already warmly seeping walls of her vagina.
She spread her thighs and slipped the candle under the tight little elastic legband of her bikini bottom. Then she sighed and slowly began sliding the phallic candle up into her moistly engulfing pussy. She was getting so wet and she felt so sexy. She wished that Carter would be with her right now when she really needed him!
He never wanted her to do things in bed like what she was doing now. She wished that Carter was holding the wax candle and fucking it in and out of her. But then he was gone so much! His company had sent him to work in a city over a thousand miles away for six months training while she had stayed with her mother. But now, he was always gone, too, though he was only thirty miles away. But today he was home!
She knew that all she had to do was call out to him to come in and start fucking her with the candle, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. He was taking his new position so seriously, working so much even at home some evenings. She saw little of him during the week and had to content herself with their weekends together. But it was silly, she chided herself, to worry so much. Everything would work out.
She began to softly sing a little tune she recalled from her childhood as she watched the candle slipping lewdly up into her cunt in the mirror. She was aware that her body was one of her greatest assets and that she made men desire her on sight. Her breasts were full but high and firm, their enticing rounded contours a nice contrast to her flat, narrow tummy. Her legs were long and perfectly tapered, the soft white thighs sloping down beautifully from the gentle swell of her hips. All in all, she supposed she was what people call a truly beautiful woman. Perhaps she was too pretty. She knew that she wanted him to fuck her in an animal way, totally abandoned and then maybe she wouldn't freeze as soon as she came. Maybe if he just forced her a little and rape-fucked her! She started to slither the candle harder and more salaciously in and out of her cunt at the lewd thought of being rape-fucked!
"Honey, what on earth are you doing in there?" Carter called through the closed door, a slight edge of impatience in his husky voice.
"Just prettying up a little. Don't worry, I'll be out in a second," Mitzi answered low so as not to give away the panting in her voice and fighting down her sudden impulse to ask what he had been doing in the bathroom last night after she had frozen up on him. But she knew better, for it only caused trouble between them when she was bold enough to question his actions. His term as an army officer had given him a sense of his own importance as well as a kind of strange comfort in having authority.
Carter returned to the kitchen where a cup of coffee he had poured himself was only lukewarm now. Swearing mildly under his breath, he poured out the tepid black liquid into the sink and then filled his cup again with what was left in the still steaming pot. He could not drive out of his mind the exciting thought of their young neighbor's, Carol Lynn's, ripe, voluptuous young body. For the thousandth time, he pictured in his mind how she had looked yesterday when they had talked together, in her driveway. Christ, she must be absolutely fantastic between the sheets, he mused, sipping distractedly from his cup. Just the thought of her big breasts, plus the obvious roundness and exciting fleshy contours he had seen so much of, had worked him into such a frenzy last, night that he had fruitlessly tried to relieve himself with Mitzi. He should have known better, of course. Once again the same frustrating thing had happened. Her body had stiffened and she had cringed as usual when she had cum and he was ready to cum up in her hot little cunt. That always ruined him!
Now he was glad that he had restrained him self and risen to go into the bathroom. It was not fair to Mitzi he realized, but neither was she being fair to him. Not as a wife should be to a man. Carol Lynn would never freeze-up at the last minute, of that he was certain, because she was clearly lonely and probably had all the know how and desire to give a real man the. time of his life. Just thinking of the younger woman's potential, as he sat there, caused his cock to jerk slightly and come to life in the crotch of his trousers.
"Well, here I am, darling," Mitzi said out of nowhere startling the thoughts he was having and bringing him back to the moment. She was standing in a pretty pose in the doorway, waiting for him to praise her bikini clad lusciousness.
"Hi, honey. I was just having some more coffee and thinking, that's all," Carter blurted out guiltily, afraid that somehow she had read his thoughts. He was not even aware of the look of disappointment that clouded her face when he said nothing about how she looked in her new swimsuit. It was one she had bought with the money he had given her as a special gift soon after his last long out-of-town trip. Worse yet, he had crawled out of bed that morning without bothering to give her the long cuddling and barrage of kisses that had always been part of the fun of waking up together. All this, the very morning after they had so blissfully loved and held each other in the dark of the night before even if she had frozen at his last moment, it was no reason to punish her.
"What do you think of it, Carter?" she asked after an awkward silence, hating herself for giving in to her desire to have him admire her. Gathering up her courage she made a half-hearted charade of modeling the new suit striking haughty postures and twirling occasionally to make her buttocks jut out as she turned.
"It shows a lot," he said timidly. Her spirits fell as she saw that he was not really interested and was smiling only out of politeness.
"Darling, about last night...." Mitzi began, hoping to miraculously change the mood in the air. Even if it would mean she had to admit that she had failed him again.
"Hey, I really think the suit is great! Let's get away to that beach, okay?" Carter interrupted, a broad masculine grin spreading his face. He sat up straight in the chair, his whole appearance perking with enthusiasm as he admiringly surveyed the sight of his lovely wife standing there.
"Carter...."
Suddenly it became clear to her that he was not really interested in going to the beach at all, but merely wanted to avoid any conversation about their feelings last night in bed. But now, just for once, she was willing to face the problem and wanted very much to talk it over with him in adult terms. There had to be a solution.
"Carter, please, I want to talk about last night, and all the other nights. Maybe we can decide what's wrong," Mitzi said evenly as she struggled to be rational and honest.
"I'm afraid I'm in no mood to discuss the matter right now," Carter said sullenly, his face darkening once more.
"Well, would you mind if I talked to Carol about it?" the blonde suggested meekly, her eyes brimming with tears. "She's a woman and might know how to help.
"Oh sure, go ahead! Go tell the whole damned neighborhood that the Bramwel's can't get along. Because little Mitzi's afraid of a hard-on cumming up inside her, be sure to add that!" Carter suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. He rudely pushed away his coffee cup, slopping over some of its contents on the table. He stood up and almost knocked over his chair as he turned to stride angrily out of the kitchen.
"Carter! Carter," Mitzi called after him, big tears streaming freely down her face now. Then she heard through her sobbing the booming sound of the front door as her husband slammed it shut.
"Mitzi, I can help you later, but I've work to do right now," Carol said reassuringly to Mitzi when she telephoned her.
"I just feel that I need someone to talk to and you're a modern young woman who might be able to give me a different outlook on things," Mitzi said disappointedly. She was sure Carol could help her and was determined to have a talk with her even if she did sound preoccupied. First, she thought, she would change her clothes.
"Incidentally," Carol said casually, "I met that good-looking husband of yours yesterday and think he is marvelous. Uh, did you ever say anything to him about our little talk that day? The one about joining the club?"
"Heavens, no! He would hate me for even daring to think such things," Mitzi shuddered.
"Are you sure you're okay for a while?" Carol asked, hoping she'd have some time to see Carter alone.
"Actually I need to talk to you right now, very much," Mitzi sounded pleadingly.
"With a man like Carter around there's nothing wrong sexually is there?" Carol's inquiry was too bold and direct for Mitzi to side-step. Even though she wanted to talk to Carol, she suddenly had the feeling that maybe she should wait. Maybe she wouldn't understand after all.
"Of course, it's just perfect. More than I can tell you," the lush-bodied blonde stuttered over the phone. She was positive that Carol was wise enough to catch the faltering uncertainty in her voice and know that she was lying. "Maybe, I'll have that talk with you later since you're busy. I think I need to be alone now."
"I'm sorry for you," Carol said smiling on the other end of the phone. "I'll see you later then."
As Carol hung up her phone she felt a momentary pang of guilt for what she was about to do. But the way Mitzi had responded to the question about how their sex life was going had confirmed Carol's suspicions, that they did have problems. Maybe she could actually help them. She knew she had to get Carter fast, before he cooled off too much. She knew it would be best to get over to the Bramwel's garage quietly and unseen by Mitzi. She knew that he was in their garage, for she had looked out the window earlier when she had seen him leaning over the open hood of their car. From the look on his face, when he stood up to reach for what seemed to be a tool on the shelf behind him, he was upset about something. There had been an angry scowl on his face and he had moved like a man whose emotions were boiling in raging fury.
When she reached the edge of the Bramwel's house, she veered right and fought her way along through the bushes to the windowless side of their place to the garage where she had seen Carter working. She was beginning to wonder if he was really worth all this until she rounded the comer and saw him. He stood powerful, and strong beside his car, peering quizzically down at the engine. God, yes! He was even better than she had remembered.
"Hello there," Carol said cheerfully. "I've just had a talk with Mitzi and she seems to be upset. You two have a spat? Is there anything I can do?"
"Huh, oh, hello," Carter said surprised, his scowl soon changing to an expression of pleased recognition. By God, yes, there was something she could do, he thought. He doubted, though, that things would ever work out so that they could do it together. He knew that he should not desire another woman so much. Especially when that woman was Carol Lynn, their young nieghbor. But damnit, what could anyone expect of him? He was human and Mitzi was....
"Carter, I asked if there's any way I can help out," Carol queried again, her eyes bright with amusement as she watched the man trying to cope with her question. It was perfect! He was just as affected by her now as he had been yesterday and she had little doubt that her cunning scheme could produce such splendid results and ultimately satisfy everyone.
"Uhm, no. Everything is fine, really," he finally said a bit too emphatically. "It's nothing serious. Mitzi just has some adjustments to make and there's nothing you can do that I can think of."
"Are you sure, Carter?" Carol asked with a trace of suggestion in her voice.
"Oh yes, I'm sure," he agreed.
"There's something you can do for me, then. If you want to," the brunette said softly. "I can't seem to get my car started and it looks as if you are quite handy at mechanics. It is such a beautiful morning I was wanting to get away somewhere and soak in the sun. By the way you're dressed I thought maybe you'd had the same idea."
"Well, actually Mitzi and I were planning on it, until she got so upset. I don't know now. I'll be over to help with your car a little later though." Carter said as he closed the hood of the car.
"Good grief, no, if you have other things on your mind. I'll just lay out in the backyard," she laughed.
"No, I'll be over later. I don't mind at all," Carter said, shaking his head from side to side in admiration as he watched the gorgeous younger woman fling him a conspiratorial wave of temporary goodbye and pick her way as gracefully as possible back along the space between the houses. He wondered why she had not simply walked out to the street and up her driveway to the front of the house. Then he began to wonder how any husband could justify to himself what he was wishing he could do to his neighbor's wife. If it were somehow possible. He had to get away for a while and his secret beach seemed to be the answer. Perhaps the hot looking Carol might see him leaving and want to go too. She'd said as much a few minutes before.
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
Carol saw Carter pulling out of the driveway and he was moving slowly as though waiting for her. She smiled triumphantly to herself and walked out the back door and waved for Carter to stop. He caught sight of her in his rear-view mirror, braked the car to a halt, and leaned his head out the window.
"Hi Carol," he said, "need a lift somewhere?"
"Well, I thought if maybe you were going to the beach I'd get a ride with you. My tan can use some work."
"Great!" said Carter. "I know a secret little beach you've probably never been to. Not many people know about it."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," said Carol, "but isn't Mitzi going?"
"She's not feeling well, but she'll be all right."
Carter drove fast and in fifteen minutes Carol found herself sitting on a beach she had never noticed before because it was hidden from the road by tall sheltering rocks.
The electricity that was building up between Carter and his beautiful brunette neighbor crackled in the warm Florida sun.
Carter was drinking her in with all of his senses. The easy way she lay on the blanket half sitting and half lying down, turned him on. He knew that a slight pressure of the fingertips would push her off balance and put her flat on her back. Then a slight roll could put his bulging cock in' the smooth place between those soft brown thighs. He saw that, although she was gazing out at the water, her nipples were hard causing twin bulges against the bikini top.
"Mitzi doesn't know...." Carter began to say.
"Don't think of her for a change," Carol scolded, running her fingers through his windblown hair as she leaned closer against him, her bare thighs sending forth her warm, feminine aroma. "We can talk about that later, after I've warmed you up."
He reached down then and took her hand, urging her to face him. Without a word, she snuggled closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder as she began to tease him with delicate tracings of her fingers on the lobe of one ear and at the delicate tracings of her fingers on the lobe of one ear and at the sensitive nerves along the back of his neck. He could feel her magnificent full breasts pressed against him and could not resist the temptation to tilt his head forward slightly to peer down the front of her bikini top. What he saw took his breath away! My God, how he would like to plunge his hands down the suit and seize those big, beautiful orbs of white flesh, squeezing them until she begged for what he had between his legs.
Carol seemed to sense his lustful wish and dropped one hand from behind his neck to run her fingertips lightly along his slim hip, little by little inching toward his groin. She felt his penis jerking to hardness and he involuntarily lifted his muscular arms to wrap them around her, encircling her upper body as he crushed her to him tightly and bent his head to give the alluring brunette a rough, grinding kiss. She moaned as they held their mouths locked wetly together, pressing her moistening pelvic mound hard against the lower length of his now lurching cock. The handsome virile man reddened slightly and she had to suppress the desire to giggle when he flinched and drew back a step, surprised by her boldness and how she was beginning to come on with him.
Carter was thoroughly confused because he definitely wanted her, in the worst way, and yet he had never cheated with another woman behind his wife Mitzi's back. Now, he began to wonder if he had not been a foolish chump, for Mitzi was as frigid and frightened just before he could cum as she had always been and he was still frustrated.
"Are you satisfied with Mitzi in bed?" Carol suddenly asked in a low whisper as though she could see into his mind.
"Well, she's willing," he lied.
"Is she really?" Carol persisted, suspecting the truth and realizing that he was probably only trying to protect Mitzi's honor as a wife. And there was also the matter of his male pride: No healthy man wanted to admit that he was failing to stimulate his own wife enough to overcome her fears of sex.
"No, dammit," Carter confessed sourly. "She's like an iceberg and it's driving me crazy. And you are not helping much," he added, "lying here with me in that sexy bikini of yours."
"I'll take it off if it bothers you, Carter," Carol cooed, breathing heavily into his ear as she leaned against him, straining forward. She reached up again and curled her arms around his neck, moving her groin up tighter against his until they seemed to be glued together. His cock was already painfully hard and he could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the thick tip. It smeared against his leg inside his trunks until he was certain she could also feel the wetness through the material covering their genitals. Then, wantonly, she arched back her head and used both hands behind his head to pull down his mouth to hers. He could not stop himself and kissed back, greedily, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. She sucked gently on it, nibbling on the tender spear with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running up and down the length of his spine. At last, he broke the kiss and placed his cheek against her shiny brown hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Mitzi and the shock it would be to her if she could see him now embracing the desirable plush body of young Carol Lynn, the very woman who had comforted her during his absence. In her innocence, his blonde wife would never believe it. There was no such thing as marital infidelity, not to her.
"What's wrong, Carter, are you afraid to take on a real woman?" Carol asked tauntingly, drawing back a little to gaze up at him, all her silky charm smoldering sexily in her coffee-colored eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him and intended to enjoy every moment of exotic pleasure possible while acting out her plan for even more pleasure in the future.
"Are you kidding or something?" he bluffed, his masculine self respect tottering between pride and doubt. "I was only thinking that we shouldn't get so involved so soon."
"Of course," she said. He was momentarily relieved and yet also disappointed by her answer. Christ, yes, he was guilty for what he had already done but he knew it was impossible to deny that he wanted more, all he could get of the enticing, available woman. It fractured his ego to think that perhaps she really would be satisfied if he merely sat there on the beach and left with nothing but a "later" after all this.
"Come here baby, let me show you my pussy, then you decide," she said with feigned nonchalance as her hand went to the bikini string. "Here, just pull on these strings and you will be able to see what I've got to offer."
"Sure. Okay!" Carter said sharply. He was not used to taking orders, from anyone! In the army he had been trained to give orders. But his legs were still trembling and there was still a hardness in the crotch of his swimsuit from her teasing words. He sighed under his breath and knelt over her.
Carol didn't wait for Carter to do as she ordered. She pulled the string which undid the knot of her bikini but she did not remove the cloth which now lay untied over her nakedly waiting young pussy beneath. She grinned in anticipation of what Carter's reaction would be, once he saw her like this, all bare flesh, the way she liked to be around men. She felt the pleasant glow of female excitement spreading like a lovely fever in her stomach.
Carter's thoughts droned on as he searched futilely for the clue to why he could not move. His mind labored to dismiss the feeling he had that Carol had insulted him and now he strove to rationalize away the shame that he felt for being an unfaithful husband to Mitzi. And he knew that if he had his way now, what had taken place so far, was only the beginning. He meant to go all the way with Carol, both to relieve the frustrating demands on his loins and give the teasing, self assured bitch all she had coming to her.
Carol paused and forced herself to think everything over one last time. Then she pulled down the brassiere of her bikini and let her fujl large breasts with the ripe ruby red nipples stand out like miniature peaks on the whitely shimmering mounds. She moistened her fingertips with saliva from her tongue and tweaked her nipples with them so that their erect tips shone wetly and throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them. She lay shamelessly in front of him as he examined her and then bucked her voluptuous curved hips upward, throwing off the bikini bottoms below.
"God! You're-you're undressed. You're naked!" he exclaimed as his eager hazel eyes roved over the brunette's deliriously rounded body. He was blushing but not so much that she could miss the pleased smile that broke, across his face as she lay there displaying herself sensuously wickedly before him.
Carter could see that she was just as ready for him to fuck her as he was to fuck her. There were little dewdrops of wetness along the pink curl-lined lips of her vagina and it was all he could do to keep from planting his lips on the moist, wet softness there up between her thighs. Instead, he grabbed her up in his brawny arms, crushing her to him as he kissed her fully on the mouth and then moved down to tease her ear with his tongue. Tremors surged through Carol and she was alive with erotic sensation.
"Hurry, take off your clothes," she said almost pleadingly. She wanted him soon as possible. It was a battle to stop herself from reaching out to rip off his suit, to strip him for readiness then and there.
"How would you like to fuck me here, now!" she panted. She watched Carter lying beside her struggle frantically to get out of his trunks, every cell in her being screaming for him to hurry. She was seething with impatience. He took his suit off and she could see the well-cut plates of muscle that formed his powerful chest. As he peeled down the swimsuit to his hips, cursing at the difficulty he was having as he tried to get them over his hardened penis. At last he succeeded and the beautiful lust-steeled length sprang out and up into full view of her face.
She gasped at the sight.
Carol could not take her eyes from the wonderful cock before her and gazed in awe at it jutting out from his groin, the huge head fanning out like a majestic cobra head at the end of its striking length. She shuddered against her will and lowered her eyes a bit more to the big balls beneath. Carter's testicles were larger than any she had ever seen and sagged down between his legs like loaded pendulums that ached with fullness.
"God, you're beautiful!" she muttered.
"Thanks, but you are damned good yourself, Mrs. Lynn," he said as he blinked his eyes approvingly ,at her. He felt a little more confident now and decided that the reward in store would be well worth the prolonged, torturous waiting. Her eyes still riveted to his groin, she allowed herself to be pressed backwards down into the blanket. They lingered there a moment as he cupped her naked breasts in both hands, squeezing them, until he squatted down and fastened his teeth harshly into the stiff nipple of her swollen left breast. She groaned in painful surprise and attempted to twist free from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands held her fast. Then his questing mouth roamed from breast to breast, sucking and milking at the white quivering softness of them and causing blissful twitches of sensual erotic feeling that descended like feathers to the vee of pubic region below. She squirmed and pressed closer anxiously, hoping that he would not hesitate a second more before he crawled up between her legs and fucked her half-crazy with the heaviness of his cock.
"Please, please put it in me," Carol begged, her carefully calculated scheme now forgotten and unimportant as she utterly lost control of herself in her mind-bending lust.
"Put what in you, Mrs. Lynn? Where?" Carter demanded as his courage steadily strengthened.
"Oh, darling, your cock! Put your big cock in my hot pussy. Fuck me, fuck me," his young neighbor groaned. Her passion was washing her brain of reason and she was positive that she would die if this big handsome bastard made her suffer a second longer. She looked down again at the pulsing, blood-filled cock head and said, "It's so big, so beautiful. I want it fucking inside me now, please! All of it!"
He moved over her and forced her down flat on her back on the blanket with all his strength. When she placed where he wanted her, he eased his hands under the smoothness of her voluptuously curved young buttocks and cupped them. They were satiny and as pleasing to hold as he had expected them to be. She was spread nakedly before him on the blanket and he could fuck her hot little cunt at will any time he decided to. He thought of Mitzi as he grinned over the woman writhing impatiently below him. If only his blonde goddess of a wife were just half as daring as Carol Lynn, Carter thought, he would be home with her instead of hovering over their nakedly stripped next door neighbor as she lay spread out wide, cunt throbbing, like a savory feast on the blanket before him.
Carol suddenly hunched up to her elbows and thrust one hand far forward to grasp his penis. He moaned and forgot about his wife as he felt the coolness of the younger woman's fingers close around the rigid span of his thickly pulsing cock, using its length like a handle to pull him closer. His mind was fogged with animal lust and he placed his hands on the tops of her trembling thighs and leaned his head down within inches of her now moistly glistening pubic hair. Her female odor was mind-reeling, a perfume he had longed for, and it reminded him somehow of honest earth and blooming gardenias. She bridged the full length of her body upwards, searching for him, then found his solid shoulders and managed to pull him down over her pearl-white and tanned combined nakedness as she opened her legs wide to let him fuck into her now. She had to have him fucking her now, that instant, and grasped his long hard throbbing cock again with one hand as she parted her cuntal lips obscenely with the fingers of the other.
The manhood of Carter Bramwel flared and he powered-himself free of his young brunette neighbor's grip and stood up straight with his jutting cock in one hand. He was wild with desire now, a brute whose instincts were ignited by her raving lewd need to have him. Then slowly, teasingly, he guided his cock forward up between her widely splayed thighs, fell to his knees, and using the thick rubbery head to part the soft curling pubic hair and the fleshy, palpitating lips of her cunt, pushed hard against her. She tossed her head to one side as she felt the pressure against the wetly waiting edges of her moist cunt. It was too much to take easily and the hot-blooded woman winced when the first outward strain against the tight elastic opening of her vagina became more than she had expected.
But he thrust heedlessly into her, stretching wide the soft, curl-rimmed opening until he was buried halfway up inside her stomach and only about three inches of the lust-hardened shaft were visible outside her half-filled vaginal hole. He pushed harder then, sliding up into her like a greased telephone pole that wanted nothing else but to be rammed deep into the warm pink cunt flesh surrounding and engulfing it. She grunted then and her body jerked as his heavy, sperm-laden balls collided against the smooth, hairless crevice up between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. Oooooh God! She was getting more than she had bargained for. She had underestimated this man and now moaned defenselessly below him, her face showing pain as much as the wanted pleasure from the lust-hardened pole sunk deep now up between her widespread young thighs.
"Easy, eeeaaasssy," the experienced but impassioned woman pled as he started an unrelenting fucking motion up into her cock-filled cunt. She knew, even in her tormented state of mind, that gradually the agony would lessen and a lewd little sensation of pure sexual pleasure would eventually replace it.
And she was right, for the eager older man's strokings up against her thighs and wide-stretched buttocks slowly renewed the raging fire that had only fluttered out for a short while in her. She began to meet his thrusts again and undulated her nakedly voluptuous torso hotly around on the sand to goad him on. The sinews of her muscles flexed lightly under her skin and the cords of her belly tensed rhythmically as she received each thrilling lunge deep up inside her flame-filled belly.
"Ah, yes, that's right, just right. Keep on screwing me. Keeep onnnnn," Carol groaned out as Carter fucked into her faster, prodded to fresh bursts of abandoned enthusiasm by the encouragement she obscenely mouthed. He pushed his hands down beneath her again to cup her nakedly grinding asscheeks in his palms and pulled her open loins up tighter against him. He fucked in and out of her as if he were hypnotized, insinuating the rigidity of his whole length back and forth in her wide spread cunt slit, sensing it grow wetter and more liquid-filled with each stroke he gave her. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating around in tiny short circles and then fucking back up at his pelvis at the same time, until without warning she snaked out her legs and locked them high up around his hips. Her bare heels were pressed tightly into the firm trim cheeks of his buttocks, driving him even deeper and more violently up into the canyon of her nakedly open thighs. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and yet her hands moved downward and finally cupped Carter's heavily driving buttocks. Locking there she twisted and fucked back insanely, her firm, rounded buttocks suspended a few inches up off the hot sand of the hidden beach.
Carter had no doubt now that he had the upper hand, that his male superiority had conquered her and now he had this hot bodied married neighbor of his in the best position possible. Hell, he could go over and fuck her any time he decided to now, he thought with a pleased smile on his face, because it was pretty obvious that she liked cock. Certainly she would not be any more anxious to have her husband find out about this than he, Carter, would like Mitzi to know about the ecstatic interlude.
"How do you like it, Mrs. Lynn?" he growled down at her as he gave the stunning brunette a hard, cunt-splitting thrust up between her nakedly pulled back thighs.
"Oooh, ooooohh," Carol wailed, unable to answer or even make her mind work.
Still grinning, he gazed down between her legs and was so excited by the lewd sight that he ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him even more viciously as she moaned continuously. It was a sound somewhere between agony and heavenly bliss. He watched his thick cock pull her internal pussy flesh all the way out to her flaming wet cuntal lips on the backstroke and then push it back in again as he fucked smoothly into her on the instroke. Her mouth gaped each time the huge head banged hard against her tender cervix, jarring her. Her cunt was filled--full of him, the delicate wet flesh of her wide stretched cuntal passage yielding and closing as though she had been using her mouth on him, sucking him off.
"Oooh, God, baby, fuck, fuck me! More, more! It's so gooood!" she whined as she clawed her long fingernails into the cheeks of his tensely driving buttocks, leaving thin, white scratch marks on them. Carter could feel his penis expanding and flexing inside her as if it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure damming up in his balls as they smacked bluntly down against her anus below. She was still rolling her head on the sandy surface in wild, unequivocal ecstasy, her rich black hair loose now and flowing from side to side. His iron hrd, stiff cock sawed inexhaustibly into the depth of her stomach. The veins along the thick shaft were pulsing with the hot blood that engorged them until Carol could feel them standing out and pressing against the walls of her vaginal passage. God! This was too good to be true! The sense of it rose like intuition from her mind, a mind now reduced to sheer animal consciousness.
"Now, darling, now! Work your finger up my ass, oh pleeeease!" she implored shamelessly. Carter had never done this before to any woman, let alone Mitzi. He was not opposed to learning something new that could really satisfy a woman though. He slipped one hand free and reached down below his throbbing penis to where his testicles were hanging between his neighbor's creamy smooth thighs. They hung like wine sacs above the blanket on the sand. Pushing aside his own balls, he placed his powerful hand on the wetness of her anal crevice and stretched the full white moons of her buttocks wide. He probed with the tip of his middle finger and suddenly found her tiny, slightly throbbing rectal mouth. A moist trickle of warm male semen and pussy secretions was running down the widely stretched cleft and wetting the tight, puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he searched experimentally for a moment with his fingertip. Then he shoved hard, feeling it give until suddenly his finger slithered up to the first knuckle joint. Carol cried out and tried to wiggle away, but he pushed harder and sank into her up to the second knuckle.
"It hurts, Carter, oh oh!"
For the barest instant, the thought of withdrawing the finger and sparing her the pain she must be feeling occurred to him. He hesitated as the idea disappeared from his mind, just long enough to convey his uncertainty to the gorgeous woman spread-eagled on the sandy beach. Her glazed eyes popped open like the shutters of camera lenses and showed the impatience and frustration she felt.
"No, don't stop, hurry up, hurry! Fuck it up into my ass! I don't care if it hurts me!"
Momentarily amazed, he felt her suddenly begin to fuck her ass up on his finger until it was sunk in her rectum up to the palm of his hand, as far as it could go. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her twin passages the bottomside of his cock, and he began to slide in and out of her again, impaling her between the finger and his penis. He attempted to maintain the same rhythm for both as she groaned gratefully again. He had never believed anything could be this good, this wild and easy.
* * *
As Carter had stopped in the driveway to pick up their neighbor, Carol Lynn, Mitzi had been puttering about absent-mindedly in the kitchen, and evaluating her marriage with Carter. She had not come to any brilliant conclusions, it was true, but at least she had decided to try harder to banish her fears and be a woman as well as a wife to him. She loved him, more than he knew or believed, and her strongest wish in life was that they would solve their problems and be happy. Once again experience the joyful, carefree delight that they had taken from each other in the beginning of their courtship.
But it might take longer now to start working on what was wrong. Carter must be really upset this time, he had been out there in the garage fiddling with their car for what seemed an eternity to her. But she was not about to push him at the moment. Despite how much she yearned to run out there and fling her arms around him and be reassured of his love by a kiss and a long, warming hug. He had been touchy since last night. She was convinced that it would take some patience for him to settle down and be himself.
Mitzi snatched up the dress from the back of the chair where she had placed it earlier. Then she ran out and quickly got into the old 'second' car that Carter had been working on, hoping it would start. It did. She thought of the private little beach Carter and she knew and she headed there instinctively, presuming that was where he had disappeared to.
She soon reached the beach. But when she saw that Carter's car was actually parked by the road she sat in the old car for a long time before she dared to walk over to the rocks that surrounded the beach. She didn't really know what she was going to say to him. But she would think of something.
Blinking, she put her face between an opening in the rock and was suddenly stunned with shock. It took her several seconds to adjust her mind to the fact that the horrible thing going on was not a dream before her. Carter, her own husband, was making love to their neighbor, her girlfriend, Carol Lynn! They were both naked and her handsome husband was driving back and forth like a demon between Carol Lynn's obscenely gaping legs, right out in the broad daylight. In broad daylight! He was making love to her, fucking her and his right hand was moving rapidly in an obscene pistoning action somewhere lower, somewhere in front of him and down where Carol's "other" place would be. From what the astonished housewife could see, they were completely, uninhibitedly drowning in erotic pleasure and felt nothing but lust. Mitzi fluttered her lashes to clear her unbelieving eyes. She focused them with all her strength as she had to be positive that what she saw on the beach was really happening. Oh, but God, it was! Carter was having the time of his life between Carol's well rounded thighs. He was oblivious as she was, to everything, marriage, love, faithfulness, everything! They were cheating, like selfish beasts, cheating, fucking and cheating while their innocent spouses, naive partners in marriage, were sitting around trusting them!
Mitzi felt the stinging tears coursing down her face. How could her husband do this, she asked over and over again? Like a word repeated too many times, the question became meaningless to her and furious jealousy began to push it aside. Her first, immediate impulse was to storm over and attack the nakedly writhing pair with a self-righteous rage. One they would never forget, to show them how wrong and evil it was to overstep the bounds of marital fidelity. But no, that would be too simple. She wanted to pay back Carter and that treacherous vamp, Carol Lynn, in a way that would have a lasting impact.
Mitzi stumbled back to the old car and somehow found herself back at the house. With her shock and anger lending her force, she was like a lion as she arrived back in half the time it had taken her to leave. She wanted to be alone and decide what she would do.
On the beach, Carter's loins were aching beyond all human endurance with the burning need to empty his sperm into the woman writhing and moaning on her back on the sandy beach beneath him. Carol was thoroughly out of her mind with passion, pitching beneath him in a maniacal frenzy as fucked hotly up into her hotly clasping cunt and rammed up into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum with his finger. Great torrents of heat were building in his balls and he sensed that she too was close to orgasm.
"Oh, oh oooooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, nowwww! Aaaah, aaaaahh!" she cried out, filling the otherwise silent beach with the lewd crooning sounds of her orgasmic agony. Her cum juice flowed out wetly around his heavily pumping cock, spilling down into the soft quivering cleft between her buttocks and onto his balls. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to grunt out her climax, her vaginal juices still seeping out of her onto the full trembling globes of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Suddenly he reached the top, the long awaited pinnacle of his male need, and began to squirt his hot, thickly white cum into the uttermost depths of her hungrily clasping cunt. Her mind flashed on and off in unthinking sensuality as the strong scorching spurts surged hotly up against her womb, filling her to overflowing. She clenched her vaginal muscles and milked thirstily at the wildly spewing penis until he could do nothing but lie there limply, breathing hard in a desperate effort to fill his lungs with air. His excess sperm poured out of her in a river-like flow and formed a small pool down between her thighs. For a long, long time it seemed to continue, both their bodies quivering and throbbing hotly together as they jerked out the last of their orgasms.
At last he pulled out of her and his deflating cock made a soft hissing sound like a cork popping from a wine bottle as her still hungrily locked little pussy lips reluctantly released it. Carol whimpered and ran her hands through her hair, her legs trembling, her wet, cum-flooded stomach quaking as the last throes of her orgasm weakened and left her drained of strength.
After a long silence, except for their dwindling gaspings of breath, Carol slowly took hold of the blanket and pulled herself up to a sitting position. Sitting there with her sperm-moistened legs dangling in the sand, she raised her eyes and saw that Carter was sitting naked. Then she suddenly snapped back to the realization of what their wonderful fuck session was all about.
"Carter, listen to me a minute," Carol said evenly. He shook his head violently, like a man trying to come out of sleepiness, and looked over at her with a wide grin of satisfaction lifting his loose lips.
"Yeah, baby, I'll listen."
"I just want to say that there's plenty more of this coming," Carol promised, "if you and Mitzi will join our local club."
"Huh? What club?" he asked with a look of total puzzlement on his face.
"Mitzi will tell you. If you are interested. You might find it quite an interesting pastime," she added with a feminine smile as she got off the blanket and kneeling and rubbing her hands together she absorbed the warmth of the sand with her cooling body. "You were grand, no kidding, but you'd better go home now before Mitzi comes looking for you. Just remember what I said, you know, about the club where we all have fun."
Mystified, the tired man rose and put on his swimsuit, wondering about the "club" and what his wife had been doing at home while she waited for him. Now, now that he and Carol were finished for at least that afternoon, he felt less cocky and confident about being able to stroll over and fuck the woman next door whenever he wanted to. "Okay, I'll remember.
I'll find out what the hell you are talking about, from her."
"That's good. Do that. Thank you for a great afternoon," Carol said with a wicked little tease in her eyes as Carter stood by her putting on his T-shirt. Then, without another word they got up looking drained and satiated and walked to the car.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mitzi sat on the floor looking at a silent television screen. Her wrath was building higher with each passing moment. She pictured the disgusting scene of her husband's betrayal with her young girlfriend, and neighbor, Carol Lynn. The angry blonde was waiting there, in the living room, because she guessed that he would probably come in the front door to keep up the pretense that he had been sunning himself on the beach. She was afraid of the anger that was brewing inside her. She was afraid she might hurt someone.
She found that most of her thoughts, however, were centered around her young neighbor, Carol. What was that woman trying to do to her, she wondered. She thought that Carol must have some deep resentment within her that was making her do this horrible thing.
Her thought turned then to the one other time that Carol had tricked her. The younger woman had actually tricked her once into undressing in her bedroom so that she could try on one of Carol's sexy swimsuits. Carol later told her that seven male members of her club had been watching Mitzi undress from behind a two way mirror! Mitzi had been embarrassed to learn of this dirty trick but she had not really been angry about it. Until now!
As lonely and desolate as Mitzi had been then, without Carter, the very thought of getting into bed with a perfect stranger picked at random, filled her with repulsion. She would be hardly more than an adulterous prostitute. At the time of the suggestion, she had been bowled over by the idea that Carol was actually able to do such a thing.
But the longer Mitzi sat there mulling it over, the more she began to wonder if she had not been just as much a fool then as she had today, trusting, believing, saving her body for the man she married. Perhaps she had been wrong to be so silly and afraid, so bluffed by what she had thought was her role as a loyal waiting housewife. Perhaps she should have had the good sense to seize on a good opportunity when it presented itself. Why not? Carter, her darling husband, was certainly not bothering to be faithful to her. She had just seen proof of that, and God only knows how many times it had happened before.
"All right, Carter, you asked for it! Now you're going to get it," she decided aloud, her fresh young facial features glowing at the revenge she had in store for him.
Suddenly there was a noise at the front door and, just as she had predicted, Carter appeared in the living room. He had a towel draped over his shoulder as he stomped up the stairs to the front room. He flung the towel over the top of the railing and blew into his folded hands, finally tossing a furtive glance at Mitzi. She gave no sign that she had even noticed his entrance and continued to sit there, sullen and uncommunicative, as she stared at the color T.V..
They were silent for a moment while Carter cast about in his mind for something appropriate to say to her.
"Look, about our little misunderstanding this morning, try not to worry about it," Carter generously offered as an opener. It was all Mitzi could do to restrain the burst of sardonic laughter that rose in her throat. My God, he was actually being kind! Well, she could afford to be kind too if she had just come home from a bout of love-making with an attractive neighbor.
"But we've just got to do some serious thinking about your problems, Mitzi," he added almost harshly, amending what even he realized might have been too much leeway in his opening remark. "But let's forget it for right now, okay? By the way, what's for dinner this evening?"
"I really don't know, I haven't thought about it. Why don't you fix us some t.v. dinners darling? You shouldn't have any trouble handling that, a big man like you," Mitzi said sarcastically. She did not even lift her eyes from the television screen, still pretending to be totally engrossed in what she was wathcing. Any afternoon soap opera could hardly be more interesting than what was happening here, and what would not be very long in coming.
Carter could not believe his ears. She had never displayed outright insolence or ever been anything but eager and willing to serve him like a slave, except in bed, ever since he'd known her. And now she was just sitting there, had not even bothered to look up at him. She would normally be flying around the kitchen making something special for their dinner. It must be that she was still upset from their tiff this morning, he concluded as he sat down in a chair opposite hers. It was only that she felt hurt because he had been gone so long and was just waiting for him to say something sweet, a few love words to show her that all was well between them. But Lord, how should he have known that what started out to be a friendly gesture towards Carol would assume such gigantic proportions? Carter knew that he would have relented and come home hours ago, had it not been for the bout he had with their young neighbor on the beach. But there was no way to explain it, no apparent excuse he could give her without revealing everything. She would forgive him if she knew what had happened. If somehow she could understand how his mind had been taken over by raw lust. If she only understood how guilty he felt for having vented his sexual needs behind her back.
"Mitzi, come on now. I've already said that it's all right about this morning," he soothed. At that, he saw her blue eyes snap up to glare hatefully at him as she threw a magazine to one side and leaned slowly forward from her seat, taking a long deep breath before she spoke.
"Oh, so it's all right, because you say so," she fumed. He could hear the accusation in her voice and sat nervously in his chair, squirming, watching her pretty, finely etched face darken with the intense fury she obviously felt.
"Sure, honey, it's okay. Why not?"
"Why, why not?" Mitzi asked contemptuously. Then she remembered her purpose and deliberately lowered her voice as she went on. "Carter, forgive me, I was just jealous for a minute. It wasn't fair and I'm so sorry. Of all people, I don't have any reason to blame you."
"What're you talking about?" he demanded, his greenish hazel eyes searchingly alert.
"I'm talking about today, of course. When you were with Carol on the beach and I saw." Mitzi sighed with acceptance, steeling herself to keep her tears back as the vivid picture of him with their neighbor once again blared in her brain.
"You ... you saw ... what?" Carter stammered with disbelief but dread that she might be telling the truth.
"I saw you and Carol having a little innocent fun together that's all. She was spread out on the sand, while you fucked her, that's all," the blonde said, managing to feign a little grin of conspiratorial understanding as she purposely used the four letter word. Her incredulous husband shook his head slowly from side to side, trying to comprehend what was saying. She had actually seen him screwing Carol Lynn. She must have! Here she was though, talking about the act of infidelity and using that word almost casually. Nothing made sense about it. He and his wife were failing together sexually, and yet Mitzi could admit that she had seen him fucking like an animal into another woman, without falling apart. Most women would. Especially when the other woman was Carol Lynn. He began to wonder if he were losing his mind.
"But don't you care, at all?" he asked.
"You know better than that," she answered vaguely, "Didn't she mention the local group?"
"Yes, she did, but...."
"Do you mean she didn't tell you about me?"
This was the crucial moment in Mitzi's revenge as she had no way of knowing whether the younger woman had told Carter about the two-way mirror trick. She just wanted to strike out at him in any way she could. The expression on Carter's face, though, seemed to be proof that he had no knowledge of the factual truth.
"No, she didn't. She said I should ask you about it. Okay, baby, I'm asking," he barked.
"Now don't get huffy, sweetheart," she lied with cold restraint. "But I went to one of Carol's little parties just to watch and I got kind of turned on and a little drunk and ... well I did a strip to turn the guys on so they would be ready to fuck Carol. No one can get in unless they bring another person of the opposite sex, so I was safe!"
Carter's face collapsed as if some tremendous magnetic pull were drawing down his facial skin to the floor under his feet. He wanted to back out of the room, to run, to wipe off what she had said from the mental slate of his memory. It was as though the possibility that she was kidding him was the only grappling hook he had left to keep from screaming out his jealous rage. Not Mitzi! Not his own lovely wife! Not exposing her lovely nakedness to strangers! Then the imagined reality of other men watching her, most intimate places, blazed through him with all the ferocity and pain of a razor sharp knife slicing cruelly through live, sensitive flesh.
He steadied himself with masochistic determination and asked for the grisly details.
"How many times have you gone to these meetings?" he asked in a quivering voice, "Altogether?"
"Well, golly, Carter, only once! And there were lots of people there," Mitzi lied, sorry for him and yet delighting in the effect the lurid falsehood was having on her cheating husband.
She only hoped that he didn't ask for information about which she knew nothing at all.
"They said I had a great body, one of the best they had seen and they wanted me to join the club," she said softly. She saw how artful lying was affecting him, his face was bloodless and he was having trouble controlling his shaking body. She felt another wave of sympathy for him, but then the vision of his hard body standing over Carol's prostrate form on the beach took command of her senses all over again.
"Goddamnit, you little slut! I had to get some pussy somewhere. I can't get it at home!" Carter shouted. "And now you tell me you've been teasing other men!" Carter stunned her by the force of his anger and what he had said about her. Oh, if only he knew, she cried inwardly, if only he knew. She had wept alone in bed, night after night, yearning for him, needing him idolizing him. The thought of letting another man fuck her had never crossed her mind. No woman could have been more loving and loyal to her faraway husband.
"Tell me, Carter, just how do you get your "satisfaction" while you are away?" she thrust. "Were there plenty of Carol Lynn's in all those towns?"
"Plenty, baby plenty!" he boomed in answer.
"Oh...."
"Yeah, only better," the angry husband confirmed. He watched Mitzi wince and then sit up bravely, blinking her lashes rapidly for a moment.
"Well, dozens of men have fucked your precious little Carol."
Carter stood up tall, every inch of his lithe form trembling with emotion. She was afraid that he was going to lash out and hit her, but she kept on with her tormenting game. "Oh, and they fucked her some ways that I couldn't believe. They were very inventive."
"You fucking little liar!" Carter yelled.
A strange feeling came over Mitzi and she felt her revenge taking effect. "Do you want me to show you how I got naked for all those men, Carter? Do you want to see exactly how I did it? Maybe it will turn you on too!"
She began to slowly unbutton the blouse she had changed into after returning from the beach. It was wide open in one teasing yank. She opened her mouth in a lewd little 'O' and was starting to move her hips. She reached for the hook of her fresh, white lace-edged bra and pulled with all her might. The delicate under garment gave and ripped free, her naked white breasts bouncing like fleshy rubber melons with pink cherries on the tips. Then suddenly, she could take the cruel joke no more. She stopped moving and began to cry as she dropped miserably to the couch.
"Darling, please, listen to me, let me explain," Mitzi sobbed up at her furious husband. But his eyes and ears were shut off to everything but the thought that she had been teasing other men. Men who were complete strangers to the both of them! She collapsed back on the couch in a frightened, helpless heap. There was nothing else she could do, her fair-skinned face coloring red from the shame and humiliation of his eyes locked hotly on her high, heaving breasts standing out from her open blouse.
"Yes, explain. Tell me how all those nice hard cocks looked while you were showing them your hot little cunt!" he said coldly. Without waiting for an answer, he looked down at her waist with contemptuous hatred in his eyes. Then he sat down beside her and, still glaring, unbuttoned the side of her skirt enough to grab the open flaps with both hands and rip it all the way down the seam. There was nothing she could say. Her words would sound pathetic and useless even to her. She saw him staring at her round pale-white thighs, naked now, and watched his eyes flick higher to rest for an endless moment on the brief panty crotch that protected her pubic mound and the softly trembling vaginal slit below. Suddenly he raised both hands and leaned closer, grasping her slender shoulders so that his fingers dug deep into the softness of her aching flesh.
"I'm warning you, you'd better tell me if you got fucked by any of those men since we've been married?" he demanded steelily, his face within inches of hers. Holy Christ, what a chump he had been! After months and months of sexual frustration, he had come home to her and believed that his hard-ons frightened her. He had been gentle, romantic, understanding ... patient. Until today, anyway. And all the time, Mitzi had been pretending innocence to worm out of letting him inside her. Hell, she was tired, that was all! And no wonder, after all those times she had been teasing every horny son-of-a-bitch in town!!!
"Take off your panties, slut! Because I want some of that hot little community tail, too!" Carter said ominously. The luscious blonde half lay there in shock, her mutilated clothes useless now, like torn paper wrappings as she saw his open hand draw back. He was pulling down his swimsuit and working his cock with his hand. She tried to twist away from him and rolled to one side of the couch. But he reached over to catch a handful of her soft blonde hair and jerked her back to him.
"Carter, for God's sake, please listen to me," Mitzi pleaded in vain.
"Sure, I'll listen, after I fuck the shit out of you!" Then he grabbed her breast and squeezed the tender skin of her nipple until it burned. She fought and struggled now for fear that he was going to do something desperate in his rage, kicking and scratching at him with all her strength. They were a tangled mass of arms and limbs and suddenly in their struggle they rolled from the couch and fell to the thick carpet on the floor.
Mitzi was on the bottom and felt the full weight of their impact against her back. Carter raised himself a little and straddled her belly, the fingers of one hand locked on her throat as with his other hand he reached down between them and tore at her flimsy nylon panties and she felt a lurch in her belly as she thought back to all the times she had dreamed of him rape-fucking her.
"Oh please, please. Carter, fuck me good," she cried out frantically at the obscene idea. In her passion she knew that this time he fully intended to rape her. To screw her like she had always wanted him too. Oh God, if he only would she could forgive him for his lewd transgression on the beach this afternoon, she could forgive him for anything! Then, she felt his weight lift slightly and felt his hard cock sliding along her thigh. Big tears of rising joy and excitement streamed now in flowing wet trails down the sides of her cheeks as she felt him pushing her naked legs apart on the floor.
"Darling, I want you to fuck me! I do, I do!" she whimpered. His eyes were filmed over with lust now and she felt him drop down to his knees between her thighs, holding his thick throbbing cock in readiness with both hands. Then, knocking her almost breathless, he fell forward across her body and began to hump on her, spearing his blunt-headed penis into her thighs and vaginal cleft without bothering to aim. The hard cock hit her once in the tender crevice between her vainly resisting buttocks and she jumped as he tried futilely to fuck into her there.
"Oooouch, it hurts," she sobbed. Then he found her! The whole length of his huge cock fucked between her surprisingly already wet and slippery vaginal lips, sinking into her almost insanely. He lunged forward with all his might and the monstrous cock riffled up into her open belly all the way up to the hilt. Then, he began immediately to fuck into her with hard, brutal thrusts, not caring about her as she twisted about hotly, nakedly beneath his flailing body. He reached out to the sides of his hips and shoved his hands under the backs of her thighs, lifting them up and back until she was bent almost double and her knees scraped the carpet over her shoulders. Her nakedly rolling asscheeks were split wide and forced high up off the floor. She groaned again and again as his long pent up passion slammed into her contorted body with long, savage strokes that jarred the full length of his hard throbbing cock. His driving groin smacked hard against the plane of her upturned buttocks, buffeting her head forward so that they moved along the floor a few inches each time he fucked into her open cunt.
Then suddenly, when he was certain he was punishing her brutally, she let out a low passionate moan of pleasure from the treatment she was recieving. He responded with an extra hard thrust that drove his deeply imbedded cock head hard up against her sensitive cervix inside and she was certain that her intestines were on fire. To lie beneath her own husband and be fucked like the lowest of whores and while he used her to vent his lust out upon was a temporary remedy for her hurting. Her thoughts rambled feverishly as though all feeling had been ripped free of her nerves. The agony was gone and only the sheer animalism and lust remained with his angry fucking. She lay unresisting now, passively accepting and responding to his stormy passion and lewd use of her nakedly filled cunt.
"How's this for a teasing bitch? Huh?" he groaned, ramming farther and farther into her passion-dilated vagina, and spreading the walls wider as the thick head drove inward. Then he dropped his hands from her thighs and slipped them under the soft white globes of her firm ass-cheeks, cupping them tightly and digging his fingernails into her to stress the fact that he wanted to hurt and debase her in a way she would never forget.
"I asked a question, whore. How do you like it?" he snarled again when she gave no answer. "Huh?" he emphasized with another vicious lunge.
"Ooh, darling, I ... was ... here ... always," Mitzi managed to sigh out breathlessly. "I ... was...."
"Here! You fucked other guys here, at home!" Carter shouted finally into her face, deafening her, increasing the tempo of his punishing impalement until she could not even speak ... explain. It was too late, too late for anything but desire and rage.
"Put some action into that little "neighborhood" pussy now!" he commanded. She knew that he would not listen to reason, even if she were able to say it, and, sobbing, she began a slow mechanical grinding motion of her backside, pushing her hips up against his thrusting loins to escape the nails digging painfully into her flesh. Her passion and lust grew with each additional minute he used her so savagely.
He could feel his orgasm closing in, filling his balls for the second time that day. He was going to spew it into her, lovingly, but with anger and she was not in the least bit sorry. She deserved it by God, that and more!
She could sense that something was happening inside him. He was going to empty his sperm deep into her womb. She dreamed of this moment, with her own handsome husband, rutting over her like a wild beast over a bitch in heat. She had wanted it, a tender fusing of love with their bodies. A primitive attack was What she had needed, this angry, lust-powered onslaught on the living room carpet.
He levered higher on her and quickened his thrusts until the pace was incredible. He kneaded and dug into her flesh beneath him being concious of moans. No, he wanted to fuck her, to fuck her only. This one, his wife, who had been teasing other men all the time he had to be gone. His cock expanded and throbbed inside her until he thought it would split down the side, explode from the anger and hate that reigned over his body now.
Then the expected explosion came. Mitzi cringed under him as she felt the first thin hot rush of his sperm begin to empty out deep in her ravaged cunt. The thought that he had just a short time ago, done the same thing inside her girlfriend, Carol, crossed her mind as she felt the warm sticky fluid filling her and causing a sudden sensation of pleasure and wicked eroticism to ripple through her.
"Oooh," Carter groaned as he shot the first spurt of his whitely spewing male cum deep up into his skewered blonde wife's greedily engulfing cunt.
After a moment of rest, he crawled from between her thighs and saw a trickle of his sperm beginning to ooze from Mitzi's openly spread pussy. She lay with her eyes closed tightly against reality, her legs still spread obscenely wide as he had left them. Her loins were wet and shaking from the surprise rape they had been subjected too. She made no attempt to move as she heard the somehow obscene sound of Carter's cock plopping back into his swimsuit.
"You'd better ask Carol when we're expected at the first swap meeting. And don't you forget it, you teasing whore! You got yours, now I get mine!" he said almost calmly as he turned and walked off towards the back of the house with an expression of smug self-satisfaction on his face.
As she lay there, still dazed, she thought dimly of all the men she was supposed to-have taken on. It was ironic, she smiled painfully, for if any of them were here now, they could crawl between her legs and fuck her silly. She would not resist or even care because nothing mattered now. Her whole concept of a normal, happy marriage had been shattered in one afternoon by the sight of her husband's naked body laboring over their neighbor, Carol, and then the wild experience of the fuck that had just ended. She began to wish she could miraculously dissolve into thin air. That way, she would not be forced to face the world again.
But she was young, alive, lovely, and she would have to find a way to cope with tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that. She rolled over on her side and slowly struggled into a position to get up. The pain all over her body made it difficult. She carefully rose to her feet and staggered across the room to stand in front of the full-length mirror on one wall. Her clothes were scattered across the room behind her, some on the couch and some on the floor. Her pitifully torn blouse still hung in shreds from her shoulders, covering nothing. She studied the blotched of red hot love-bites marking her smooth white skin, uncaring, detached, and then reached up to gingerly feel her breasts. They still throbbed from Carter's wild caresses.
So this is what a well-fucked woman looks like, she mused, still examining her abused form in the mirror. It seemed as if the glass in front of her could sense that she was different now. A housewife with nothing left but a ravished body. Well, she thought, if all she had left was her body, maybe she would just have to use it to the best advantage. She could not see that she had any choice.
She turned around, then, and walked back with more certainty to gather up her ruined clothes. She was passing the kitchen when she remembered something that brought her to an abrupt halt. The nearly naked blonde walked slowly over to the breakfast table and leaned down to crumple in her palm the note she had left earlier for Carter. Then she slid the pad over and jotted down a reminder for herself:
"SEE CAROL TOMORROW ABOUT THE SWAP GROUP"
The air in the bathroom was steamy as she patted her body softly here and there with a washcloth, too exhausted to take the care necessary to thoroughly bathe herself. When she was finished, she would lie down for a nap in the other bedroom. She knew that Carter was in their bedroom, she heard him, and wanted to avoid any contact right now.
Her destiny had taken an odd course, a new direction. That day she knew that from now on everything would be different. Her husband had a few surprises in store for him. Ones that might shock her just as much, but the most important thing now was to finally stand up and claim her right to exist as an individual person.
* * *
CHAPTER FIVE
The afternoon sun slanted lazily through windows into Carol's roomy, upstairs bedroom, throwing an almost blinding flash of light into her eyes as the yellow rays glanced off the dressing table mirror. The sun was also playing a kind of color tune on Mitzi's long, flaxen hair picking up its highlights, sparking them, so that the flowing blondeness seemed to move, shifting positions every few seconds.
"It's nice, isn't it?" Carol said as they sat staring at the windows, "I can't wait to do some water-skiing."
"Yes, that would be nice," Mitzi replied vaguely. Although she was staring at the sunlight, she was not really noticing it. Instead, she was thinking of that morning. She had forgotten to wake Carter until after eight o'clock, an hour after he usually got up to shave, dress and eat breakfast. She had forgotten to make coffee, too, and neglected to remember that Monday was laundry day. She had heard the truck whine by their house after only a moment's pause to check for the bundle that she would normally have put on the front porch. She had found herself forgetting everything. And the whole while, the one thing that she wanted most of all to forget remained like a bright, flashing neon in her mind.
"Mitzi, now you're certain that you and Carter want to join?" Carol asked directly, bringing them both back to the reality of why they were sitting there, quietly, in the bedroom. Carol had not been surprised when her neighbor had suddenly appeared at the front door, now an hour ago, asking almost humbly if the younger woman could spare some time to talk over something. Carol had not expected the girl to be quite so agreeable and had prepared herself to face anger and accusation. But this was anything but a violent reaction on Mitzi's part. They had gone upstairs and sat down to discuss the terms of membership in the swap club, calmly, rationally, without any actual resistance or defensiveness between them.
"Yes, I'm certain. The last thing Carter said before leaving for work was, 'Tell her we want to join.' So that's why I'm here, Carol finding out about it."
"But what about you, honey, do you want this?" Carol asked, to make certain that Mitzi was not bluffing.
"Yes, I want it too," Mitzi answered evenly. The tone of total resignation and acceptance in her voice convinced Carol that the beautiful, somehow withdrawn girl really did want to experience the excitement of uninhibited partner swapping. There was no glinting anticipation in Mitzi's eyes, no sign of eagerness to enjoy the bodies of other men, but neither was there fear of the unexpected. The two women sat in silence for a moment as the sun lowered on the horizon and was less direct on the windows, shadows beginning to darken the formality of the expensive furniture and lend a strange peacefulness to the bedroom atmosphere.
"Did Carter tell you about yesterday on the beach?" Carol wanted to know, her words piercing the shield of silence. She was positive that the woman had seen him give at least part of his lewd performance on the sand, but the brunette had to hear it from Mitzi.
"He didn't have to ... you know that," Mitzi said. "I saw you together."
"Well, things sometimes happen that way, so don't blame anyone," Carol said quickly, protecting herself as well as the couple from unwanted personal complications. "It doesn't mean anything more than sex. We took what we wanted and let it go at that. I think the group will help you understand what I am saying." Her words were vague and sweeping, she knew, but they seemed to have the desired effect on Mitzi.
"Oh, I'm not blaming anyone, honest. It may be that your little show on the beach with Carter plus the club will help our married life," Mitzi assured her, "because it hasn't been what we want, and something has to be done!"
"Good, I'm glad you're finally being sensible," Carol cheered, "and I think you'll discover that you will be happier than just working out personal problems. Why, you can even have fun."
"When is the next meeting?" Mitzi asked, brushing aside the other woman's reference to fun.
"Let's see now, I think we are all getting together Wednesday afternoon. Bill Watson's place on the marina this time. His wife, Helen, is so dizzy though, that one can't ever trust what she says," Carol grinned. "I'll tell you what, I'll telephone you that morning to confirm the exact time and place."
"Fine, I'll be expecting your call. But right now, I'd better hurry home and start Carter's dinner. After all, a man's stomach has to be kept happy too," the blonde quipped vivaciously. Carol was again astounded at how the usually moon-struck woman was taking all this, like a real woman. Yet, how Mitzi behaved at the get-together itself would be the true test.
Two minutes later, Carol Lynn heard the front door slam shut and pictured Carter's pretty wife crossing to her own house. It was growing cooler and darker in the room, but Carol's scheme had been a success and now she was warmed by the delicious thought of all that would happen at the Watson's house on Wednesday afternoon. Then it occurred to her that Carter and Mitzi would probably be astonished at what they could learn all in one night. Some things she was sure would give Carter a bit of a jolt. But if they really did love each other, not even Bill Watson's boastful manner would upset anyone. As far as personality was concerned, the man was howlingly ridiculous, as boorish as he could be. But then, he was built where it counted and always seemed to bring him female partners to a wild, screaming orgasm every time he fucked one of them at the meetings, including herself.
Helen Watson joined the group after her husband, but from what Carol had heard, that was no fault of hers. The auburn-haired thirty-five year old woman had been away visiting relatives when Bill had been recruited. After her return home, it had taken her less than a week to find an eligible neighborhood male with whom she could enter the swap club according to the rules. He was an architect, a young man of twenty-five, and a bachelor with no limiting scruples. Helen had said that he had been thoroughly delighted with what he had found at the first session he attended with her. A host of eager, willing women of all ages and types. In short, a bachelor's dream.
Yes, indeed, Wednesday afternoon was going to be interesting, all right, Carol thought.
She looked at her wristwatch and sighed, noting that this was the time of the afternoon that her husband, Lee, usually telephoned her from wherever he was. It was strange, but he had not been in touch with her for over a week and she felt a little uncomfortable at not knowing exactly where he was. She rose and started downstairs so she would be close to the telephone, just in case. It would be a crying shame if Wednesday were spoiled, if for some reason she would be obligated to miss it with the others. Especially the Bramwel's, and have to lose out on the fun in store.
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
Mitzi had to admit that she was excited, despite her doubts and the attack of jittery nerves that had unexpectedly cropped up in her when Carol had called to say that the get together was definitely "on" that afternoon at the Watson's.
The Watsons lived in a sprawling seaside shanty. The house had its own private dock for small boats. Mitzi had often wondered about what it would feel like to live in such a house.
This afternoon a motorboat was buzzing out on the ocean giving the Watson's guests a thrilling ride as they were pulled by the boat, skimming along the water on their skis.
The skiing was the main topic of conversation as the guests sat down on the small dock or in the Watson's living room trying not to drip too much water from their swimsuits. They were laughing and gulping down the strong drinks Bill Watson was fixing for everyone at the bar.
Carter had been silent on the drive over. But it had been nothing new. They had not spoken more than a dozen words in the last three days. He was determined to punish her, that much was pretty well established. Now, she was resolved to either make or break their relationship. If necessary, with the same type of shock he had subjected her to. She would play along with whatever was required to break the sexual barrier in their marriage.
She could see him standing close to Helen Watson, a pert-bodied but vacuous-faced woman whose age looked to be far less than what it was. They were talking animatedly in a far comer of the room and appeared to be completely oblivious to everyone else around them. Mitzi felt a sudden rising of jealousy but checked it immediately. This was no time to indulge in her own emotions.
"So you're Mitzi, eh?" a tall, thin man of about forty said to her as he held out a tall glass full of a light-green liquid toward her bikini clad body. My God, she thought, what an interesting face he has! He wore a black eye-patch and had a thin cheek scar. She accepted the drink without thinking and called upon her reserves of compassion in order to muster a strained smile to her face..
"Yes, I'm Mitzi Bramwell. Thank you for the drink."
"Hell, don't mention it, Mitzi. I'm Bill Watson. I own a few laundromats. Well, you sure must have heard about me from everybody in town," he said boastingly, a wide grin lining his face.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Watson. I've heard a lot about you," Mitzi managed to lie. In truth, she had never heard the man's name until Carol had told her that the meeting was scheduled to be at his house. She did not want to offend him, and besides there was the matter of the rules to consider. Carol had once again been adamant about the necessity of strictly following them, no matter how peculiar they might seem at first. The one rule their neighbor had taken extra care to stress was that personalities were not to be an issue as far as sex was concerned.
"And that's my little Helen over there, the good-looking broad talking a mile a minute to your hubby," said Bill with a wave of his hands towards the couple. He was already a little drunk and occasionally wavered close to Mitzi, pulling her off balance with him. His one eye was twinkling.
"I know, Mr. Watson. Carol introduced us when Carter and I arrived. She's very pretty," Mitzi said.
"Yeah, she's pretty, and a damned good lay."
"What is this we're drinking?" Mitzi inquired in an attempt to temporarily divert the direction the conversation was taking. She had taken a few sips of the strange substance and could not identify it, but she was no drinker and had no real way of knowing if it was a common liquor or not.
"It's just good stuff, honey. It'll make you feel good," Bill slurred as he lifted his own glass staring at her with his good eye as he downed the drink. The first glow from what she had drunk was hitting her with a nerve-tingling prickly sensations and Bill Watson's hungry gaze shot through her, confusing her senses.
"Shit, there they go," the one-eyed man announced, delighted as he pointed to Carter and Helen walking off arm in arm out the back door.
"Well, the sun's going down," said Bill. "Now we can do some skinny dipping. Looks like my Helen isn't wasting any time with that good looking husband of yours."
"I hope they have a good time," Mitzi beamed as she nodded and swallowed back the feeling of jealousy that automatically rose to her throat. She pictured the two of them for a moment frolicking naked out in the warm salt water and then she blocked it from her mind and gulped down her drink. She loved Carter so much, so deeply, that she was willing to do anything to keep him, even if it meant going to bed with some stranger at the party that afternoon. Now, though, she wished that her boorish host, Bill, would leave her alone so that whomever she was expected to be with would come along and the business would be over with. She was strong enough to bear whatever she had to do, she thought, but if she was kept waiting much longer, her courage would fail her and the whole ordeal turn out to be even worse.
Then she watched Carol drift off with a good looking young bachelor. The chic brunette was leading the stranger out the back door toward the water.
"Looks like everybody's getting the same idea, don't it, baby?"Bill said with the same hungry look that was magnified by the black eye patch. "You know, even though my Helen is a hot little number, you're no slouch yourself. Matter of fact, I think I'm gettin' the best deal today." With that, he put his arm down at his side and reached out to give Mitzi's bikini clad buttocks a playful, intimate pat. Normally, her immediate reaction to such insulting presumption on his, or any other man's part, would be to turn around and slap the offender's face with all her might. But not tonight. There was just too much at stake now and she knew that she had to curb her personal feelings, even though it meant having to suffer this man's impudence. God knows, she did not want to ruin the whole affair by insulting her host. Carter would never even consider trying to work things out, ever again, if she embarrassed him by being a "square" in front of all these sophisticated, swinging people.
"How's that green stuff in your glass? Feel anything yet?" Bill asked, screwing up his face to give her a one-eyed wink.
"It's nice, Bill, kind of sweet," she said sweetly, shaking her long, honey-colored hair as she nodded her head up and down to show how much she liked it. Actually, she really was beginning to like the strange taste of the cocktail and lifted the tall glass to her lips for another drink, this time taking down a greater amount than she had been. The stuff was relaxing her all over and she felt a warm pleasant glow spreading from her tummy to her limbs, and her mind was not filled now with any hints of the thoughts that she had been trying to fight off before. She found that she could fully admit to herself without shaking inside that Carter was off somewhere with Helen, probably alone with the sorrel-haired hostess. He was probably getting ready to do to her what he had done to Carol that other day. That other day? Golly, it all seemed ages ago.
She swallowed off the rest of the drink and began to wonder which man she would draw for the evening's fun. She flushed slightly at the thought but could not keep herself from sweeping her eyes around the now less crowded room at the guests who were still engaged in conversation and drinking the same greenish concoction that she had just finished. Some of the men looked awfully good in their swimsuits and appeared radiantly healthy. Several of them had been watching her out of the comers of their eyes as they talked with their own women. But Mitzi was not sure that all of these people were members of the group since many of them looked much too young to be involved in a partner-swapping group. She wished she knew the full score about how these club sessions were arranged. What was she really supposed to do? Whatever, she hoped that too much would not be demanded of her and yet if she drank enough at first, she could probably go through with it. It would be something she would never' have dreamed of before the shocking events of the other day. Maybe it would somehow help to save her relationship with her husband and at the same time give him back some of his own medicine.
"Yessiree, I'm pretty damned sure I'm getting the best end of the deal, now that I've had a good look at you," Bill said. Mitzi had forgotten about him standing so close to her and was startled for a second at the sound of her voice. He was still giving her that grin, a kind of grimace between a smile and a lustful leer as he ran his eye appreciatively over the full length of her curvaceous body. She felt a little shiver run through her as he undressed her with his uncovered eye and suddenly it hit her with full force what he meant by saying that he was getting the best deal. Oh God, this conceited character actually intended to take her to bed!
"I don't understand, Mr. Watson," she said, hoping that he would laughingly admit that he was only kidding and her dreadful suspicion would be proved wrong.
"Come on, Mitzi, call me Bill," he said as he gave her another, harder pat on her firm buttocks. "And what do you mean you don't understand? Didn't anyone tell you the rules? First timers make it with whoever's holdin' the party. Well, Helen and me's givin' this one and that's why your hubby's with my old lady, and that's why you're with me, baby. You're damned lucky, too, 'cause I'm about the best stud in this whole town."
"Oh, no, I can't," Mitzi protested meekly.
"Hey, you'd better or go tell your husband that it's all off and done!" he said threateningly. She was momentarily repulsed by the thought of letting this man who liked to brag so much touch her, but then she remembered that, like them or not, she had agreed to play the swap game according to the rules. And there was Carter. He would only laugh sarcastically and say that she was more concerned with her silly fear of sex than doing something that might help solve their crippling sexual problems. Not only that, he was having his share of the fun, she rationalized, remembering the sight of him heading off with Helen Watson. What could she lose? She wasn't a virgin, anyway.
"No, you didn't understand what I meant, Mr. Watson. I mean Bill. I only meant I can't be like everyone else until I know what I'm supposed to do. But now you've explained, so it's okay," she said persuasively, an apologetic smile on her face. Slowly, her panic lessened and calm resignation once more came over her as she stood waiting for fate to take its toll. The tall man seemed to be satisfied with what she had said and pressed closer to her, encircling her waist with his right arm as he guided her out the back door and onto the wooden dock at the back of the house where the Watson's water-skiing boat was tied up. Although she heard the sound of voics, Mitzi couldn't see a thing.
"Don't be afraid," said Bill, "the water is shallow by the dock. After your eyes get used to it you'll see fine. It's more romantic out here by the water, don't you think?"
Mitzi was trying to be brave but still she had a little modesty left and making love with Bill Watson could hardly be a grand experience.
Her eyes were growing accustomed to the light though, and she saw that some people were swimming in the water in the nude. She noticed that there were four or five couples making love right there on the boat dock, also. She quickly turned her head, afraid of what she might see.
"Is it all right if I have a drink?" she asked gently as she reached for the bottle. He brought her the bottle, waiting impatiently as she hoisted it with both hands and drank several generous shots, more than had been in her full glass. The liquid flowed smoothly down her throat, cooling it, and she could feel it taking hold. When that had settled, she raised the bottle again and gulped down some more, grateful for the glowing lightheaded feeling it gave her. But there was more than just the relaxing effect. Now there was a sort of teasing tickle, a faintly erotic sensation in her breasts and pulsing with increasing intensity down in her pubic region.
"Jeez, you really like that stuff, huh? Good, you'll be better later too," Bill muttered.
"Where are Carter and Helen?" Mitzi said thickly, the liquor affecting her more and more. "Maybe we could join them and have even more kicks."
"Shit, that's a good idea, baby. They're right over there on the end of the dock about ten feet away," he pointed, aiming his finger into the darkness. "That's where she always likes to take them, so's they can jump in the water for a swim afterwards."
The notion of being fucked by this perfect stranger so near to Carter and Helen gave Mitzi a weird kind of amusement as well. She felt Bill nudge close again and then suddenly wrap his arms around her as he leaned down to lock his lips on hers, his tongue probing wetly into her mouth. At first she was taken off balance but an unanticipated thrill ran down her spine and she began to suck gently on the searching lance, letting her body melt into his in the dimness of the dock. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the excitement of another man's kisses, even this man's. The last nervous doubt faded slowly away. He held the kiss long and hard and she could feel an acute jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was getting hard there and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as the tips smashed hard against his chest. Shame no longer pervaded her being and she had no desire to defend herself against this complete stranger. She felt a warm moisture between her thighs and her own loins began an involuntary pushing movement against him.
"Goddam, I sure am ready to screw," he hissed at her after they had broken the kiss.
"Me too, right away," Mitzi purred. His words, obscene as they were, stimulated her more and the girl was not even ashamed of telling him that she was also anxious to start the raw act itself. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his throbbing penis, feeling more wonderfully wicked and evil than she ever had before in her life. The pulsing sensation in her voluptuously sloping breasts moved down her body to her thighs and danced there magically for a while as he sharply drew in his breath from the excitement of her touch. She was really special, a rare treat. He was thankful as hell that Carol Lynn had introduced him to the club. Shit, where else could he dig up sweet young pieces like Mitzi Bramwel who were just as hot for a good honest fuck as he was and had been all his life? He planned to give her all she wanted, and more!
"Get that suit off," he ordered harshly, unable to stand the torment of his lust for her another moment. Mitzi's hands trembled slightly as she obeyed and unfastened her suit ... and dropped it carefully to the dock. Then she reached behind her again and removed her flimsy bra top, sucking in her breath as the cool air laved her nipples and caused the rose-colored tips to leap to erection. The blonde dropped the dainty swimsuit and then stood naked in front of a strange man which sent thrilling chills over her flesh, exciting her more along with the drinks and the passion-inciting brief contact with Bill only a minute ago. The thought that she would soon be lying naked, legs spread wide underneath this man she hardly knew outside on a wooden dock, added to the forbidden heat of the adventure. As Bill rapidly shed his clothing she felt a tiny spark of amusement at his impatience to get at her.
"Give 'em here, baby," he said impatiently. She picked up the suits and handed them to him, watching him as he folded the swimsuits and went back in the house to put them down. When he turned to come back, she gasped aloud at the awesome sight of his great jutting penis. It was much longer and thicker than Carter's, and swayed heavily from side to side, despite its rising hardness as he walked. It was absolutely fantastic, some kind of miracle! She could not believe her own eyes and yet there it was, protruding outwards and upwards from his hairy groin like an enormous telephone pole. His testicles looked as big as good sized lemons and danced to the rhythm of his every step. Mitzi was both astonished and fascinated at the same time by the unbelievable spectacle she witnessed. Heavens, did he really think that she could take all of such an abnormally huge cock up inside her? Even Carter had nearly split her up the middle with his much smaller one when he had fucked her so brutally the other day.
When Bill had crossed the short distance back to her, he reached out again and began to run his hands over her naked flesh, pawing and squeezing the silky roundness until her amazement waned away and passion took over with renewed intensity. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling all over from the wicked sensations coursing through her. He dropped his head to one full firm breast, cupping it with one hand, and sucked the hard throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth. She groaned and swayed against the dock, almost falling. Her brain was spinning like a top but she had just enough reason left to push away.
"Please, Bill, do it to me right here on the dock. I want Carter to see us."
As Bill kissed her hard and passionately, Mitzi glanced out of the comer of her eye at the shadowy figures at the edge of the boat dock. As her pupils dilated the figures became more and more clear and soon she could see their faces.
Even though Mitzi knew they would be out there, her liquor-dimmed mind reeled for an instant as her eyes began to adjust and she could focus more clearly on the woman who was bending over her husband's loins. Mitzi could hear the strange sounds they made, sort of faint wet sucking noises, noises she had never heard before. She could not imagine what Bill's wife was doing to Carter, but then the couple's form became distinct and she knew. Helen was giving him what Mitzi had heard about but never seen. She was giving him a "blow job", the term some of the girls in college had used to refer to the obscene sexual act. And the two of them were enjoying it so much that they were completely oblivious to the fact there was anyone else on the dock.
What if this man wanted her to do the same thing to him? Could she bring herself to perform this debasing act without wretching? She wished she had drunk more of the pale green liquid to make whatever was going to happen a little easier. But, in his haste to take advantage of her young body, Bill had put the bottle down somewhere else after taking a final swig himself.
"Come on, let's get with it," her escort hissed under his breath. He pushed the beautiful blonde backwards and guided her slowly down on the empty space of dock. The touch of its well-worn smoothness across her back gave her a charge of new sensation. It felt almost warm and firm, although she had expected it to be cold. She squirmed her back against it like a sinuous cat and then sensed the weight of this stranger as he lay half over her nakedly reclining body. Bill seemed not to care whether or not he was quiet and swore appreciatively as he felt the smooth, tantalizing curves of her naked flesh pressed warmly against his. Mitzi was certain that Carter and Helen could hear them and would suddenly jump up in surprise to identify the intruders. But nothing happened and the lewd wet sucking sounds continued without letup.
Mitzi waited quietly as Bill pressed his naked angularity closer to her softness, his huge cock pressing into her thigh and smearing it with the slippery semen that seeped out from the thin, vertical hole on the end. He moved his tongue-moistened lips down to her shoulder and began to nibble on the smooth white skin, sending a lovely chill through her that raised tiny goose bumps all over her. She quivered involuntarily from the sudden unexpected sensation and writhed with desire beneath him.
"That's sooo niice," she sighed out, forgetting for that moment that her own husband was not more than a few feet away from her. She reached down and shamelesly grasped the mammoth cock teasing against her bare thigh with both hands. Her slim fingers were not long enough to encircle it but she squeezed more firmly until he groaned and twitched against her. Then, edging over a few inches away from him, she began to move both hands slowly up and down the tremendous length in a teasing milking motion. He groaned again, louder.
"I'm going to screw you silly," he laughed. "You're gonna get this big old cock stuck up inside your hot little cunt like you never dreamed, you sweet little doll."
Surely Carter had not missed hearing that, Mitzi thought with gratifying revenge. He must know by now that she was lying there on the wooden deck with this boorish, yet wonderfully equipped man. She let loose a low groan herself as Bill lowered his mouth to her now heavily swollen breast and nipped down gently on the pebble hard nipple, tugging on it with clenched teeth as his eager tongue swirled hotly around the tip like a lizard running in tiny tight circles.
When she struggled to regain her senses a little, Mitzi suddenly realized that the lewd wet sucking sounds nearby had ceased and that the air was still except for Bill Watson's fast panting gasps beside her.
"Come on, Carter, honey, it's nothing but somebody else having fun over there, just like us. Let my head go and let me finish sucking you there," a high female voice pled. Then there was a short silence and the sound of Helen's lips nodding up and down on Carter's cock resumed the same wet, slurping tempo as before.
But Bill was obviously not interested in paying attention to anything else but the smooth delicious curves of the tender married morsel who was driving him mad with her hands and the thought that he was on the verge of fucking her half silly with his huge, man-sized cock. His mouth played on with her firm, proud breasts, moving desperately from one to the other and sometimes pausing between them to lick wetly up and down the narrow valley they formed.
After a few more minutes of feasting there, he bent his neck and slid his lips slowly down to her nakedly heaving belly. His cock was slipping out of her hands as he moved back up on his side to gain better access to her navel and smooth flat belly, bringing small gasps and mewls of pleasure from open mouth. He shifted lower, then, maddening flashes of indecent pleasure trailing after his gently nipping teeth and teasing tongue. Mitzi felt her soft creamy thighs being pressed hotly open and she gave no resistance as their lustfully aroused host hunched down between their softly trembling whiteness. She drew in her breath with a quick gasp as she felt his fingers spread open the softness of the curl-fringed lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air caressed her up there between her legs.
His tongue flicked forward, the pointed tip darting up to moistly titillate the already hotly pulsing little tit of her clitoris. He moved his fingers down and parted wide the thin vertical mouth of her cunt as he ran his tongue down and thrust it deep up into the palpitating opening.
"Oh, God, yess, that's goood," she assured him in a low moan that filled the air. She splayed her legs out farther and pulled back her knees so that her nakedly trembling asscheeks were turned up fully to his face. He kept up his beautiful cunt licking until he was certain that she was aroused to the point where she wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world.
"Okay, baby, roll over and get on your hands and knees so I can slip it to you dog style," he said brusquely as he lifted his mouth from her fiery slit. She wanted to beg him to continue his thrilling tongue fucking but obeyed without a word, hoping that he was going to do something even more wonderful to her still almost girlish but nevertheless enticingly curved body. She raised herself up until she was crouching with all fours on the dock longways, her buttocks facing the man behind her. She felt his fingers begin to knead her flesh hungrily, crawling over her naked behind and finally descending down towards the crevice between the soft white moons. He spread them gently apart and searched lower with his fingers between the warm, throbbing lips of her pussy.
He pushed into her, moistening the tip of his middle finger from the wetness of her pussy secretions and slowly withdrew it to stroke up the crevice towards her tiny, virginal anus. He mumbled incoherently in the delirium of having this voluptuous young body twisting under the probings of his hands. The tip of his fingers, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled tauntingly around the tight puckered anus guarding the entrance to her rectum for a moment and then dropped down for more of the lubricating moistness from her cunt.
After wetting the cringing nether ring again, he suddenly pushed in his finger with a sudden unexpected thrust that sank it deep inside. Mitzi jerked forward from the unexpected internal pressure and Bill clamped his other hand solidly on her hip to prevent her from moving away.
"Aaaaghh," the blonde blurted out, choking back her scream to keep her husband close by from hearing proof of her agony. Despite how she was being fingered in the rectum by their host, the last thing in the world she wanted was that her husband might discover that she was experiencing something other than pleasure. Muffled grunts of protest escaped her lips as Bill Watson wormed his middle finger deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would lose her mind from the probing invasion of his finger. Then, just as she felt the pain begin to lessen a little, she felt his insertion of another finger alongside the first and began to ream and stretch her anal passage wider in small teasing rotations. There was nothing she could do but kneel there and submit bravely to the desires of the man behind her until he was ready to fuck her the way she wanted him to fuck her.
"Jesus, I'm going to love this baby. Feels like that tight little asshole is as cherry as can be," Bill whispered lewdly behind her as he continued his screwing and stretching of her back passage with both big knuckled fingers and the thought that he was doing this wickedly obscene thing to her so close by her own husband caused further ripples of desire to shoot through her nakedly grinding loins.
"Please, Bill, don't stop," she begged softly as she twisted her head back to look over her shoulder and watch the man hovering over her defenselessly raised asscheeks. "God, his cock was as hard as a rock!"
"Now, don't you worry, sweetie. I'm gonna show you somethin' new," he whispered back comfortingly. He threw a hasty glance over at his wife and Mitzi's husband on the edge of the dock and grinned when he saw that they were both locked in the throes of their own lust, paying no mind at all to him and the girl before him. "I'm gonna slip it up your tight little asshole and bust it right out the top of your head!"
Mitzi could not bring herself to believe what he was proposing. This lewd, devil of a man was going to fuck her differently. She had prepared herself for "almost anything, she thought. She had been willing to go along with whatever he wanted and had even been eager to let her husband watch him fuck her. But this was so exciting. She was losing control of herself! Surely he had meant something else. No one, not even Bill Watson would actually make love to her there.
Shivering with a fearsome anticipation, she clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together behind her in reaction to the lewd, but lust-building thought. God knows, his two fingers had been almsot enough to drive her insane. If he tried to put his cock in there she was afraid she would scream and cum right away just from the thought of where he was fucking her. Then, through the haze of her passion, she felt Bill's strong wiry hands drawing the cheeks of her buttocks open behind her. She tried hard to relax them open herself. But the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moistly giving little crevice did the job for her. They were stretched widely away from each other until she could feel the rush of cool air against the tiny circle of her anus up between her legs. She sensed the tip of his finger again dropping to lubricate its length with her cuntal juices and pull away for a moment. Then she felt it once more, and again. The last time, though, he moved up to swab her own slippery moistness on the elastic entrance of her naked rectum as she flexed the tiny portal open wider in an effort to aid the new, passion-driving penetration that she knew was coming.
Sparks of lewdly rising impatience filled her eyes as she realized that he had not been kidding and fully intended to do what she suspected. He was really going to worm that long thing deep in her sensitive rectum in a wicked, forbidden act of lust that she had not even known existed. Mitzi knew she would never be the same again and was afraid she would like it so much that she would always want to be fucked this way. She pushed her backside to him. The attempt was rewarded for he planted the sweating palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her breasts down hard, trapping her between the wooden dock and his surprisingly strong restraint.
He forced her trembling jackknifed legs open wider with his knees, dropping his head to her ass cheeks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the exposed tiny hole in readiness for the greater penetration to come.
"Lift your ass up higher," the man suddenly whispered again, anticipating with satanic glee the taking of this ultimate pleasure from her tender young body. He was positive that she had had damned little, if any, previous experience in bed with an uninhibited, sexually expert man, and it gave him the greatest satisfaction possible to know that he was about to introduce the pretty little blonde housewife to the finer aspects of real sexual desire and pleasure. But she had to obey him!
Mitzi felt his hand on her hip lift her smoothly rounded buttocks up high in the air behind her, waving there in open invitation to the salacious deflowering of her asshole about to occur. He anal flesh throbbed in defenselessness and she was held wide and helpless, presented up to him so that he could now fuck his cock into her at will. Regardless of how good it would be, she made up her mind that she would be just as good for her husband, Carter, when it was over. If she failed in this she would only confirm his belief that she was a silly coward. As thrilling as it was, Bill Watson's fucking her back there might convince her husband that they also could take joy in marital sex in any way they liked. Maybe afterwards, after her sacrifice, they would be happy enough with just each other in bed.
Bill grasped impatiently at Mitzi's hips, holding them steady before him as she felt the thick, massive cock head impress itself in the moist naked split of her buttocks. She gasped in surprise at the first shocking contact. Oh God! God! She moaned inwardly, it never, never would fit. Oh God, had she bitten off more than she could chew? She could never take that huge, lustful pole up in her rectum as much as she wanted to try. Then, next to them she heard a groan of passion from her husband and it strengthened her resolve once more to go through with it no matter how much it might hurt at first. But, her body jerked of its own accord forward again in another futile attempt to move away from him, to delay it for a moment, but the man's hand quickly locked harder on her smoothly curved hips so she could not move. The hair of his legs brushed teasingly against the insdies of her nakedly trembling thighs as his huge searching cock probed along the wide-split crevice of her upturned globes. His hands worked down her buttocks until once again his thumbs pressed outward to pry open the tight little hole of her futilely clenched anus. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was smooth and rubbery at first and then became an unyielding bluntness. Instinctively, she tightened her ass muscles, then remembering her resolve, she relaxed them and the tightly clenching anal flesh finally gave way before the pressure and the hard, throbbing cock tip popped just up inside her with a quick little jerk.
"Ooooohhh God!" Mitzi gave out a deep moan and then moaned again, and from that moment on, the tiny little mewling sounds from deep in her chest did not stop. There was no outside world that existed. All that existed was her anus and the huge, lust-hardened cock that was forcing it open back up between her wideheld thighs. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every fibre of her body, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her widely stretched rectal passage in great rippling waves before it. It drove into her backside ceaselessly like the bulging girth of an oak tree. She moaned in erotic submission with her eyes and mouth gaping open wide until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his groin pressing tight up into the naked white orbs of her buttocks. His lustfully pulsating cock was buried in her all the way to the hilt and she was Spitted on the throbbing hardness like a young lamb being served up for an aboriginal fete. She had never felt so lewd in her life. Not even her own husband's angry fucking of her cunt on the floor the other day had been this obscene.
Bill Watson peered down like a demented sex maniac at the great measure of his huge cock lunging into her. Even in the dim light he could see how it pulled thin ridges of her dilated rectal flesh out with the base of his cock as he pulled back for another unmerciful lunge deep up inside. Mitzi could hear his growls of pleasure floating through the air and found herself wishing that there were more light now on the dock so that her own husband could see her face and apprise him of the sadistic delight it gave her to be fucked in the ass like this right in front of him like a complete stranger.
* * *
Lee Lynn, a distinguished looking man of late middle age, rapped again at the door of the Watson house. He had just driven back to Lundville from his trip and was surprised to discover his wife, Carol, was not at their home. While giving the house a cursory check for some clue as to where she might be, he had found a memo pad beside the telephone on which was scribbled something about an appointment that Wednesday afternoon at Bill's place. At first, he wanted to telephone her there and spare himself an unnecessary trip in case he had read the memo wrong, but then, on a whim, he had decided to drive over and give her a welcome surprise with his sudden, unannounced appearance.
He knocked again. This time the not fully closed door sprang open and he heard the strains of upbeat music and a mixture of garbled human voices that seemed to rise and fall excitedly. It sounded like a water-skiing party. He decided, and remembered the strange assortment of cars parked outside along the curb just in front of the house. After a moment of speculation, he pushed open the door and stepped quietly inside, turning then to ease the door and shut it behind him. He started up the stairs and was about to call out when he spotted what was taking place in the back yard. There were eight people paired off and in varying states of undress as they fondled each other's exposed cocks, cunts and breasts or openly fucked and sucked one another. One couple was making it on the couch, another while sitting in an enormous lounging chair on the dock, the others were all scattered around the dock making love on the smooth wooden planks. "Son of a bitch!" he swore.
Lee stood swearing to himself in an undertone as he stood unnoticed watching the erotic performance of the men and women before him. It was a damned stirring sight to behold and most of the women were attractive, shapely pieces, too. He was reminded of the hot secretary he had spent most of last week with shacking up in a lodge on the Maine coast, partaking at least once a day of her delectable feminine charms. He had forgotten to make his twice weekly calls to Carol and, on the drive home, had wracked his brain to come up with a believable explanation for his failure to get in touch. But there was no great cause to worry, he thought, as his liaison with the torrid secretary had not been the first time he had taken advantage of his freedom on the road. There had been plenty of other girls, other lies to account for his extended absences or the letters and calls she should have received from him.
Then he began to wonder if Carol was there, and if so, where? What on earth would she be doing at an orgiastic affair like this? He realized that she was a hot, passionate little bitch, but she had always comported herself around him as though he were the only desirable male in the entire universe. Maybe, just maybe....
"Hello there," a vixenish tall raven-haired woman said to him as she strode languorously out of the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She was clad in nothing but panties and a skimpy bra. Lee could see the dark patch of pubic hair showing through the veneer-like gauze of her underpants.
"Hello yourself, doll," Lee smiled. "I'm a friend of Bill Watson's and just dropped by to see my wife and maybe stay awhile to have some fun."
"Well, if you're looking for fun, you certainly came to the right place. We're having a ball tonight," the half-naked woman purred suggestively. "But wait a minute, are you a member of the club?"
"Club? Oh, yeah, don't worry," Lee affirmed as the truth of the situation dawned on him. He began to realize that he had unknowingly stumbled in on a session of some sort of sex cult or swapping group. The very idea amused him so it occurred to him that perhaps his unnecessarily long business trips had been cheating him out of exciting sexual escapades right here at home. Christ, when he wanted a strange piece of tail while stopping in some city or remote sales area, he had to break his ass going through the usual pickup routine to get it.
"I was wondering," the woman went on, "because I'm from out of town and I've never seen you at any of the meetings. But then, sometimes I forget the men I have been with. There are so many."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't forget you, baby," Lee said flatteringly as he eyed her lean feline body. "Maybe later, okay? Right now, though, can you tell me where a woman called Carol is? She's got shiny brown hair and a beautiful chest." The promiscuous looking woman thought for several seconds with her fingernail scratching her chin and suddenly brightened with recognition.
"Sure, I know her. I met her this evening. I think she's with some guy out on the boat dock," she pointed. "Here, have a big drink of this before you go back. It'll save time." Lee Lynn took the full glass she offered and drank down a few large gulps of the light green liquid, thanked her and moved off in the direction that she had suggested. His mind raced with curiosity and an inexplicable flood of relief as he approached the back door.
"I'll be damned," he chortled as he considered the irony of the thing. Here he was, feeling guilty as hell because of the many times he had bedded down women behind Carol's back, and all the while she was skipping around to local orgies and getting all the cock she needed to keep her content. And he had never suspected a thing! So? He was certainly in no position to blame her, but he had never suspected anything, and wished she had let him in on the deal so they could have been sharing the fun together. And more, if she really was with some horny stud, it would take a tremendous load of worry off his mind. They could be openly honest about the methods and partners they used to satisfy what were after all basic natural needs common to everyone.
He crept stealthily outside, slipping quietly out of his coat and loosening his tie as he went. It was dark out and he kicked over a partially full bottle of the liquid that seemed to be the same as what he had drunk from the black-haired woman's glass. Whatever it was, it was agreeing with his system and he felt a feverish charge of exquisite pleasure tripping warmly through his nerves and eventually centering with prickling intensity in his loins.
"What the hell, I might as well have another nip," he mumbled as he stooped down to pick up the bottle. Tilting up the decanter like a vessel to his mouth, he drank two more substantial slugs and savored the smooth, velvety taste as it caressed his palate and flowed down his throat like a thin, soothing cream. A piquant spasm of sensuality seized him just as he heard the sounds of low moans and wetness echoing through the air. After bending down to place his coat and the bottle side by side on the dock, he tip-toed quietly up to the doorway and peered cautiously around. It took him only a moment to adjust his eyes to the faint moonlight and soon he could determine the sources of the strange sounds he had heard a few steps away on the dock. There seemed to be two couples, one on each side of him, and he could see them just well enough to tell that they were really going at it. They didn't seem to care that he was watching. Then he took a careful step onto the dock for a better view of this interesting scene. His own desire was beginning to charge his loins with a high sexual voltage. The woman to the left was draped over the thighs of some powerfully built young buck, sucking his rock-hard cock like an expert whore. Although he did not recognize the man, the woman looked familiar even in the dim light. He stepped closer to the couple on the chance he might be able to identify her.
Hell, it was Helen Watson! No wonder she was going at it with such competence and zeal. Lee tittered to himself, as he knew that Helen loved sex so much that she rarely talked about anything else and had even subtly propositioned him several times when he and Carol had been drinking with the Watson's. They had drunk quite a bit at dinner parties and during informal cocktail affairs at each other's homes. She was a damned promising appealing wench, too, even if she was dumb. He had been afraid to reciprocate with interested attention for fear that his own wife would notice. Then he'd thought she would make life miserable for him with a tirade of jealousy as well as demanding that all his time away from home had to be accounted for. This would have cut his fun and freedom considerably.
Christ, if he had known then what he had learned so far tonight!
Now, though he was curious to know what was happening on the other side and turned slowly to take the few prudently quiet steps necessary to see the action.
By God! It was old Bill himself, with his eye patch and his scar humping his long body against some poor, sweet looking girl's naked behind. Then, his curiosity provoking him on, Lee edged forward another foot for a better glimpse of the girl's face. He was sure by the blonde hair that it was Mitzi Bramwel, the girl next door, from Carol's description. Carol had told him how desperate she was when her husband was away, and how lonely and innocent. But she had also told him that her husband was supposed to be home now, Carol had mentioned it the last time he had phoned her. Here she was though, Mitzi Bramwel, making it with Bill Watson, the biggest blow-hard in town. It . made no sense whatsoever.
But Lee was more interested in the girl, not why she was there on the dock, and felt his cock jerk and stiffen in his trousers as he stood watching her whole body rock like a human earthquake from the inward fucking movements of the man behind her. Just the sight of it made Lee boiling hot and he suddenly decided on the spot that he had to have a go at her too, right now! He hoped Carol was having a blast, a great one, because he planned to have one just as soon as he could get his clothes off.
Lee took another man-size belt of the green stuff in the bottle and put it down on the dock again, knocking it over in his frenzied haste to get himself ready for his share of the thrilling sport taking place. He paused briefly to watch the syrupy liquid ooze through the slats of wood on the dock.
"The hell with it," he frowned as his hands flew to his clothes and began hurriedly to unfasten buttons and zippers.
Bill Watson's pelvis smacked loudly against Mitzi's soft quivering ass-cheeks as he grunted and fucked to the depths of her rectum. His mammoth balls swung hard down against the moist little hole of her vagina and she whimpered, but like the slave she had become, she knelt there in desire-driven submission. The pressure up inside her rectal walls was not as intense now and a strange masochistic pleasure had taken hold of her, body along with the discomfort. She began to push backwards, slowly at first, until suddenly the increased sensation it caused gained even more control of her and she found herself meeting his fiendish in-fucks faster and faster. Nothing seemed to matter now but the agony of the exquisite swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her lovely naked flesh. Despite everything, there was now only passion in the place of the thought of the weird, unusual act. The uncontrollable spasms of delight grew wilder with each buffeting slam of his rhythmically fucking cock. She writhed and bucked beneath his wanton charges, gasping and muttering the few lewd words she knew that came to her anguished, passion-drugged mind.
Bill sensed her sudden lusty need and fucked into her with longer, deeper strokes. He tightened the grip on the voluptuously rounded curves of her whitely shimmering buttocks and started to pull her back over his thick inflated cock like slipping an oil-filled sleeve over a huge muscular arm. His eyes still bulged wide at the spectacle of her beautiful body kneeling and twisting before him in wild, uncontrolled ecstasy as he drove forward with mighty thrusts that fucked deep up into her cock-stretched asshole.
"Gaaaahd!" she groaned helplessly, uncaring, but paused only a second before she began to fuck back again in time to the humping man's continuous rhythm. Suddenly, Mitzi felt a hand groping out of nowhere at one of her wildly jiggling breasts, teasing the sensitive tip with light fingers. A rush of surprised delight coursed through her at the extra pleasure and touch. Then she was vaguely conscious of someone else moving up to just in front of her head.
"Here, baby, here's something else for you!" a passion-thick male voice said above her. She opened her blue eyes as though out of sleep and saw a long, rigid penis jutting out from the hand that encircled its base, the tip only a few inches from her face. It was throbbing and ready but looked far more delicious than frightening to her. She actually wanted it, but how?
"Suck me honey, just the way Helen's sucking the guy over there," the voice instructed greedily.
"Go ahead, go ahead and suck him while I fuck your asshole!" Bill panted excitedly as he labored on behind her.
She knew that this was a moment she should dread, but now, after all that had happened lately and so far this evening, it seemed a little silly to refuse. She was not even sure what she should do but the stranger's cock looked nice and she had already made up her mind to go all the way to save her marriage. Across the dock she could hear the sound of her own husband's ever building ecstasy and managed to smile to herself as she thought of the shock he would receive when he finally saw his own pure little wife being fucked by two men from both ends at once.
Mitzi was amazed at her own boldness as she continued to grind her buttocks back to meet Bill Watson's heavily pounding fucks into her now hungrily engulfing rectum as well as she possibly could and at the same time bend up her arm to touch the cock in front of her. With both elbows still supporting her, she pulled gently on the throbbing rod with one hand until the unknown man responded by moving forward on his knees until her lips were a bare inch away from the blood-filled head. She opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the tip with a maddening slowness.
"Come on, suck it, suck it now," the blonde heard him groan. She taunted him a bit longer and then, as she skinned back the tiny bit of loose flesh just below the glans her tongue flicked out, the pointed tip coming into warm wet contact with the end of his cock. She circled around the smooth rubbery flesh as the stranger moaned and twisted over her from the teasing she was giving him. The tip of her slowly exploring tongue found the small vertical opening of the gland and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping out from his rising desire. The sharp pungent taste and male odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly into greater desire. Her hand slid to the base of the hard cock, pushing it aside, and she gently grazed her nails over the soft, hairy flesh of his testicles.
She began to place moist warm kisses on the man's penis, beginning at the top and tracing a tantalizing path down the full length of it to the base. Then wetly back up to the tip she licked again. Mitzi teased longer than she knew she should, but she was thoroughly rattled from the heavy cock fucking up into her back passage from behind, and even in her dazed state, found it difficult to take him voluntarily into her mouth.
But Lee Lynn was unable to wait. With the sudden strength of a bull, he reached down with his hands and grabbed two fistfuls of her long flowing blonde hair, ramming his loins forward at her face. Mitzi resisted at first, doubts springing up wildly in her mind, but it was too late to struggle. The thick spongy cock slipped through her wetly glistening lips, between the pearly whiteness of her teeth and on into the warm, wet moistness of her mouth. She could feel the spongy stiffness rub along the full length of her tongue and push itself almost all the way back into her throat. She closed her eyes again and wishes that she could swallow the whole of the hugely throbbing cock, filling her mouth with its pulsing thickness and protruding from her lips like a huge live banana.
"Oooh, yes, that's gooood, but suck harder, please harrrrder," Lee hissed down at her with selfish ardor until she began to pump her mouth hotly up and down on him, her pinkly ovaled lips tightening for greater suction as she drew them all the way back to the desire-swollen head.
* * *
It was taking Carter Bramwel forever to cum. Even though Helen Watson, their host's wife, had given him the best blow job of his life, his concentration had been interrupted several times by distracting gasps and other sounds coming from a few feet away on the boat dock. It had sounded like a woman in pain, then sometimes as though she were insane with bursts of flaming erotic bliss. And he had heard male sounds, harsh commands and obscene grunts of satisfaction that he had been too impassioned to hear clearly enough to interpret. Helen was sucking his cock like a whore gone mad trying to get him to cum. When that didn't work she would use her hand until her hand was sore. She had been doing this for over an hour and a half and Carter knew she was groaning and pleading for him to cum in her mouth or to fuck her cunt now. Carter was thinking too hard about Mitzi though, and wondering where she was. She had gone with him and play-acted, pretending not to get ruffled when the regular members got brazen and down to serious business. Nor had she made any trouble when he and Helen had left the house. Maybe she was getting fucked or, or her cunt licked by some guy right now. God, he'd like to watch the guy doing it to her, see her screaming in passion beneath the nakedly fucking body of another man!
"Carter, darling, what's wrong?" Helen Watson crooned into his thoughts. "God, you're so hard! Why don't you fuck me with it?"
"I-I was just resting a second," Carter answered, blinking open his eyes to gaze momentarily at the impatient woman.
"Boy, you must be tired. Look over there at your wife. She isn't tired. Not the way she's going at it," she said with a wicked little grin as she looked down the dock.
God almighty, it was Mitzi! His wife! She was being fucked like a hot little whore between Bill Watson and a man he had never seen before, grinding and grinding her hotly clinging little asshole back against one and then bobbing her blonde-tressed head forward to get all she could of the other guy's cock in her mouth. Carter Bramwel lifted his head and turned on his side to take a long, careful look at the nakedly writhing trio, to make absolutely certain that his eyes were not playing a horrible trick on him. No, he was not hallucinating. He was seeing something really there. His wife's face was twisted with lust and her mouth was stretched and contorted almost beyond recognition by the girth of the lewd, lust-hardened cock fucking into it. There was no doubt in his mind that it was his very own wife being sandwich-fucked obscenely between the pair of sex-crazed men. And she seemed to like it! And to think, he had been worried about her, afraid that she might be off crying or pouting somewhere!
He remembered how jealous he had been when she had told him about being seen naked by other guys and how she was actually being screwed shitless by two complete strangers they'd never met before tonight. But there was no jealousy now. There she was, mumbling and crooning with a wild, abandoned sexual ecstasy and he was getting turned on by her moans of passion and her nakedly writhing body.
"Oh god, I wish I was getting fucked like that!" Helen Watson groaned as she too strained her eyes for a clear view of the lurid, three-way performance. When she suddenly swiveled back to Carter and reached out to pull his face down towards her yearning groin, he pushed her aside and sitting upright on the dock forced her mouth with his hands behind her head down over his heavily burgeoning cock.
God, he was getting excited, and he wanted her to suck him while he watched the other two guys fucking his wife senseless between them. He wished the light were brighter and he could see every detail. It was obvious that Bill's cock was unnaturally big and was stretching the helplessly impaled Mitzi's tight virginal little asshole to impossible dimensions as the man fucked in and out wildly between the smoothly yielding cheeks of her buttocks. And the other guy was fucking brutally into her rounded stretched mouth, arching up his hips to sink all he could of himself all the way into her throat when his wife was thrown forwards by a heavy buttock-flattening fuck up into her from behind.
Mitzi's eyes were still closed and she was numb to everything around her except the lust-hardened cocks skewering into her at both ends. She did not notice the sudden brightness on the dock or hear the snap of the switch that caused it. Cranking his head around Carter, Lee Lynn was startled at the sight of Carol standing naked and tousled on the dock. Her eyes were fixed in disbelief on the three crazed interlocked bodies of Bill, Mitzi and her husband, Lee Lynn. The dumbfounded brunette stared at the orgy as if she were seeing a mirage, just as Carter had at first. Then she turned slightly to toss a questioning, puzzled glance at him and the still hotly sucking woman kneeling between his legs.
"Well, what have we here?" Carol asked in a low, conspiratorial tone. She was visibly flustered but there was also a hint of gloating glee in her walk as she crossed over to sit beside Carter and Helen to watch the wildly voluptuous Mitzi Bramwel being fucked half out of her mind between the two men.
"Seems you're surprised too, seeing Mitzi like that," Carter whispered to Carol. But his big-breasted neighbor merely snorted and slowly shook her head back and forth to show that the lovely blonde's behavior was not the basic reason at all for Carol's obvious surprise.
"That's Lee, my virtuous little husband, the guy who's screwing your virtuous little wife in her mouth. Just in case you didn't know," Carol said. "I could kick myself for worrying so much about whether he'd find out that I've been getting fucked regularly when he's gone. God, look at him go!"
"Hey, you mean you really didn't know who he is?" Helen asked the astonished Carter, elbowing him as she giggled over what seemed to be a hilarious joke to her.
"I've never met him and...." his speech was cut short by loud thrashing and a long groan of agony-like passion from the far side of the dock. They all turned to watch intently as the two men suddenly sped up the pace of their double fucking into Mitzi's voluptuously curved body. From where he was sitting, Carter could plainly hear the rasping sound of heavy, coarse male breathing quickening and becoming more and more excited by the second. God, he wanted to fuck her now, too. He wanted to make her respond just as she was now to show her that he could do just as well. The thought alone of kissing and touching her silky white flesh made his loins ache with renewed desire.
"Aaaaah," Bill moaned as Mitzi felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart by one last ass-crushing lunge. The huge, lust-extended cock fucked as far as it could go up into her hotly engulfing belly. It began to jerk and spew out its fiery-hot liquid deep up inside her. She felt the lewd cum filling her asshole with a great rush as it flooded hotly into her, almost drowning her bowels. Then there were several convulsive little jerks of his groin up against the pelvis-flattened moons of her buttocks. With that, something strange began to take place in her own loins, a beautiful, electric, thrilling sensation that gathered in her nerves and threatened to burst them, building, closer and closer, faster and sharper.
She mumbled around the cock in her mouth and grunted in desperation as she fucked back wildly against the one still spewing out its hot, liquid sperm deep up inside her cock-filled rectum.
Then it happened for her!
She felt the glorious tremor of her own orgasm sweep through her nakedly perspiring body. Her pussy walls flowered open wide with warm flowing gushes of the heated cunt fluid of her cumming. Then, suddenly she felt the man behind her collapse backwards. His sperm-drained penis popping out of her forever stretched rectum with a lewd wet popping sound that all around could hear. She still had the other stranger's cock in her mouth and wanted it to erupt in her throat and fill her hungrily yearning belly to the bursting. She continued to slide her saliva-heated mouth like a warm wet glove over the lasciviously thrusting shaft and lick the smooth spongy head with her tongue on the outstroke. Any second now he would cum back in her throat, she could sense it, and the mere thought brought on fresh waves of lust inside her already cum-drenched belly.
She sucked faster to keep pace with his ever-increasing tempo of thrusts. Lee looked down at the lust-wild female's beautiful face and plunged his cock harder, deep, deep between her 'o'-shaped lips and on down into her velvety enveloping throat. Mitzi bobbed her head frantically up and down until the long cock began a sudden spasmodic motion. She felt his hands shoot forward to press both sides of the cheeks of her mouth tighter to it.
"Ooooh, Christ!" he swore as his cock jerked suddenly like a living thing and squirted hot jets of sperm deep in her hungrily working throat. Mitzi still sucked, swallowing the gushing cum, her neck constricting with the effort. But she continued on, swirling her bruised tongue around the cock head to wipe him completely dry. His groans of pleasure slowly simmered to less noisy moans of contentment, his hands no longer pressing against her cheeks. Then she felt the big penis give one final spurt of the last remaining cum that sprayed far back against her tonsils. It was the last of the precious load as he pulled it free from her reluctantly releasing lips, now appearing like a cream-coated banana.
She had taken on and drained the sperm from two men together but her body still wanted more. More cocks to fuck her, more cocks to suck. Her newly awakened senses were wonderfully sharp and anxious to enjoy all the sexual pleasure she could get.
She continued to kneel there on the wooden dock, supported by her elbows and knees as her entire body quivered as though with fever. Thin trails of cooling sperm were still running lewdly out of her wide-stretched anus and down the whitely trembling insides of her thighs. Several droplets of Lee Lynn's cum drained slowly down her chin. She kept her eyes tightly closed in order to cling to the little eddies of erotic joy that still ran through her from head to foot. She could hear the heavy, labored breathing of the two men who had used her nakedly kneeling body to vent out their own pent-up sexual desires on. A wanton shudder coursed through her limbs as she found herself wondering if they would be able to do it again to her in a few minutes.
"Marvelous, marvelous!" Carol cheered as she clapped her hands together in applause. Mitzi felt instant pulverizing shock and froze, not daring to breathe or open her eyes. Good lord, she had forgotten about Carter! He must have seen everything that had happened towards the last for surely he had cum long ago from Helen Watson's sucking of him. The blonde had wanted to let him watch another man fucking her, but not to half-shock her own husband to death with the sight of her rutting between two men like a wild female animal.
"Huh?" Lee mumbled as he lifted his head and batted his eyes open and shut against the sudden bright light. He had been lying there panting, catching his breath with his eyes closed as well, when the familiar sound of his wife's voice reached his ears and it immediately occurred to him that she might be angry. Hell, she had not even known he was home. It must have surprised her to say the least! Here he was with his beautiful young neighbor, naked and exhausted.
"I said that was marvelous, darling, quite a show," Carol repeated. "You're all to be congratulated."
"Jeez, thanks, Carol," Bill Watson wheezed, grinning from ear to ear. "That's a helluva compliment coming from you." The one-eyed man looked from face to face, nodding and smiling at everyone as though he alone was the hero of the evening and had somehow miraculously designed and engineered the very basis of the human sex drive and all of its variations.
At last, Mitzi dared to open her eyes and was further shocked to discover that the dock lights were on. Oh no, she groaned inwardly, Carter must have seen every vile, shameless detail of the three-way coupling. He must have seen her writhing and sucking like the whore he had called her. She could not think of any way to prove to him now that she really had been loyal and faithful to him until tonight. He had actually witnessed her first and only infidelity, but he would never believe it now. God, why hadn't she just done it in front of him the normal way with one guy the first time!
Her rectum still throbbing from the wild, animal-like fucking she had received from Bill Watson, Mitzi relaxed her legs and lifted herself to a sitting position. At first she could not bring herself to face the others, but she knew she had to eventually and now was as good a time as any.
After composing her face as well as she could, Mitzi looked across the dock and saw Carter, Helen and Carol sitting just as she was on the dock. Helen walked slowly forward, with Carter, the usual blank expression on her face. She occasionally rubbed the insides of her nicely-formed thighs with the palms of her hands in an absent-minded way. Carol was gazing at her, Mitzi, and the two other men beside her with a sly, pleased smile on her face. The kind of smile a woman often gives when she has been proven right or has had the last word in a dispute. As for Carter, Mitzi saw that he was looking at her, but not directly, for there was a strange glint in his eyes and he seemed to be thinking-yet, strangely obsessed. Although their eyes met, it was as though he was not conscious of her actual presence at that exact moment.
Mitzi lowered her gaze and was amazed to see that her husband's penis was standing up in erection. It jerked every so often from the excitement of whatever he was thinking.
* * *
A few minutes earlier, Carter had been in a hypnotic trance. The scene of his nakedly writhing wife being fucked out of her mind between these two other men, was just too much.
His head could still hear her mumbling, muffled mewls of pleasure and the lewd, moist sounds of wetness as they fucked into and out of her from both ends. He could not care about anything but Mitzi, her exquisite body, and how he wanted to run over on the dock and ram his aching tortured cock into her anywhere he could. He was completely berserk with the sheer carnal pleasure of the savage fucking she was getting from two complete strangers, men he had never seen before this evening. He thought that she must be with old sex-buddies who had probably fucked her like this before, maybe even in his own bed.
Carter gritted his teeth and felt tiny streams of sweat rolling down his forehead as he sat there with Helen Watson's hungry little mouth locked tightly around his cock. He wanted to cry, to scream out and yank his wife's insatiable body from between them, but he could not move. His cock ached and throbbed to be inside her mouth or her warm, clasping pussy instead of where it was now. He wanted it jammed up her tight, hot rubbery rectal passage.
Unconsciously, he began to stroke Helen Watson's head over his own bone hard penis, sliding her tightly closed lips up and down the length of it, following the rhythm of the merciless fucking his own wife was receiving right in front of his eyes. Faster and faster he fucked his thick cock up into her slavishly sucking mouth, feeling the semen oozing from the tip and seep down to lubricate further the lip-fucking action. He saw his wife lolling limply between the other two men, allowing herself to be used and fucked as they wanted. Then she lost complete control of herself and ground and writhed wildly back and forth to receive the full benefit of the dually punishing rods. Her firm white breasts jiggled and shook below her heaving chest as though they were being tugged on by strings attached to the pink stiff nipples.
Carter's orgasm thundered in his balls and began to spread out through his groin, ready to explode up into Helen Watson's greedily working mouth.
And then it happened!
His hard cock pulsed and his legs stiffened out straight as the first charge of white thick sperm shot out of the end of the tip at least eight inches into the depths of her throat. The first was followed by a series of faster, shorter spurts that gushed back out of her tightly locked lips from the force of the pressure and ran down over his heavily dancing balls below.
"Aaaaggghhh," he groaned only half-humanly as his cumming seized his nerve-ends and reduced him to a twitching mass of sinew and muscle.
"Here you have three women, hot to go and you sit there and waste it all in my mouth," Helen lifted her cum-smeared lips from his deflating cock and teased up at the hypnotized Carter. He snapped up his head with a sudden start and looked at her, embarrassed as he suddenly realized that he had been fantasizing. He had been reliving in his mind what he had seen beside them. He did not even understand why.
"You're not too much good as a member if you don't give us girls something back for what you get," Helen teased on, an impish little grin on her face.
"Oh shut up, Helen," Carol said with authority, faking a look of stern impatience on her face to lend weight to her statement. "You sound like an ass. Besides you obviously don't understand the real reason why Carter just did what he did."
"Who cares why? I just want my turn, too," Helen responded, "at least he could have done it in a sixty-nine position!"
"He's never seen his wife fucked by another man before and didn't know she was capable of enjoying it as much as she obviously did," Carol said. Helen hung her head as he turned his gaze to Carol as if for approavl, his frown changing to an expression of self-satisfaction when the buxom brunette smiled and winked furtively at him to endorse his treatment of the hot-pussyed woman sitting next to him.
Mitzi had been just as astounded as Helen when she had seen him manipulate Helen Watson's head almost brutally right there in front of everyone. To her, it had seemed like he had been in a trance and that she had been, somehow, an object in his mind rather than the real person she was, sitting there to his side. But Carol's remark about the reason why Carter had suddenly lost his senses so openly triggered Mitzi's mind.
Carter said meekly, a sheepish look weakening the strong, clean lines of his handsome face, "Believe me, I'm sorry. I guess I lost track. I could see Mitzi still doing what she did."
"And it got you so hot and bothered," Carol chimed in. "Listen, don't worry about it. Everybody joins the group for a different reason. Sometimes people come just for kicks, while others come to work out problems they're having at home in bed with husbands or wives. The people with problems usually wind up coming for kicks too, later. It all works out." Her voice was soft and reassuring, but even though Carter was obviously calmed a little by her logical explanation, he still wore the guilty look a little boy has who has just been caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.
"But Helen was right, I was selfish," Carter persisted. Then glancing across the room at Mitzi he added, "Now that I think of it, I've been pretty damned selfish all along, haven't I?"
"Oh, darling," Mitzi cried as she rose suddenly and hurried across to where her distressed husband was seated with the look of dejection on his face that often follows a humiliating revelation about oneself. Carol moved instinctively to give the blonde room to sit down beside Carter and comfort him. She smiled to herself as she watched Mitzi smooth back his hair and lean against his shoulder like an innocent kitten.
"I really am sorry, honey," Carter continued to apologize. "I never stopped to think about how you felt about sex and everything else in our marriage."
"Oh, Carter, I'm sorry. How can you ever forgive me for what I did tonight?" Mitzi sobbed, overcome with shame as well as genuine sympathy for the hurt he must have felt while watching her being fucked like a street-whore by Bill and that other man. She nuzzled closer and kissed his neck between choking sobs of pity and shame.
"Come on, kids, pull yourselves together," Carol interrupted after a moment. "People in love tend to get upset at their first session, that's all. Lee and I will come over tomorrow and have a long talk with you, won't we, love?"
"Of course, but I think we ought to have a little chat ourselves in the meantime," Lee grinned coyly at his naked wife. "It seems that we've been sneaking around needlessly, while we could have been having fun and games together right out in the open."
"Maybe we have been silly, too, then," Carol beamed.
"Hey, what's going on in here, a funeral?" a naked man asked as he entered the room. He was about Carter's age, husky but not as solidly and symmetrically built, and his facial features were rather bland by comparison. "Cindy over there," he pointed, "wore me out for a while. But now I'm rested up and ready for seconds, if anyone's interested."
"I am," Helen announced.
"Hold your horses, you'll get your share," Carol broke in. "Everyone, this is Tom. He is a very active member in the club," Carol laughed.
Carter saw Tom staring rapaciously at Mitzi and noticed that the man's penis was jerking to semi-erection from just seeing her lushly rounded hips and firmly sloping breasts for the first time.
"Honey, let's go into the house for a few minutes. I want to talk private," Carter whispered softly in her ear, anxious to learn the truth before things got out of hand again.
"All right, anything you want, darling," she agreed softly in return, drying her eyes with the back of her hand as she allowed Carter to help her up to a standing position.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked with disappointment evident in his tone.
"Not that it's any of your business, buddy, but we're leaving to have a short private talk," Carter said without bothering to look back as he and Mitzi made their exit and turned towards the house. Carter gripped her arm about a dozen feet further on and they stopped to face each other a few seconds, their eyes only inches apart and filled with questions.
"Mitzi tell me the truth. Have you let other guys here fuck you while I've been away?"
"I've tried to tell you. I just wanted to hurt you after I saw you on the beach with Carol. I wanted to hurt you, just to hurt you, I lied about the men. Honest, darling, it's the truth!"
"And this was your first meeting?" Carter demanded to know.
"Yes, of course, and I've never, never taken my panties off for another man," she cried, "not until tonight." Mitzi felt the hopelessness of trying to convince him and wept freely now. Her limbs were shaking violently with the force of her utter despair. She found it hard to believe that Carter reached out his arms to enfold her in his, drawing her close so that their naked flesh molded warmly together like one body.
"It's okay, everything is okay now," he sighed with relief as the truth flooded his brain and he fully understood why she had led him to believe that she had been playing around. Yes, everything seemed to be okay.
"Carter, I want to go home," she said, still sniffling as she gazed up at him. My clothes are in the closet there," she said with a tip of her head towards the end of the hall. "I'll get them and get dressed while you get yours. All right?"
"Yeah, it's all right with mc" he smiled broadly, kissing her on the forehead before he returned to find his clothes which were everywhere.
Back in the house, he saw that the remaining pair of women were not being bashful about preparing the three willing males for another heated round of orgiastic pleasure. Carter gathered up his strewn clothes as quietly as he could and was just on the verge of leaving them to their vices when Carol raised her head from Bill's flanks and said: "So you're leaving us. Well, if things go the way I think they will, we'll have other chances to get together soon, I hope, and don't forget about our talk tomorrow."
"I won't," Carter promised. "Have fun. But she never heard his last remark as Bill Watson had reached forward and pulled her back down by her long brunette hair to his heavily hardened groin.
Mitzi was still smoothing her hair and dressed only in her bra and panties when Carter returned with his clothes draped over his forearm. He pulled on his clothes. It seemed as though she wanted to erase her unfaithfulness by being neat and sweet again, fully clothed.
"Come on, I thought you wanted to go home," Carter urged.
"I'm ready, darling," she replied as she patted her hair once more and reached out for his arm. "Are you sure you believe me and you're not mad anymore?"
"Yes, yes, you little idiot, I'm sure, but I'm may beat you if you keep me waiting any longer. It's been a strenuous evening and I think we need a little sleep, at home in our own bed," he smiled as he gave her another peck.
As they passed the open entrance to the backyard, they both paused automatically to look inside. Things were in full swing again with all five of the sex-starved club members on the dock, entangled in each other's passion-crazed bodies in wild, crazy positions. It was an unidentifiable mass of breasts, thighs, cunts and cocks, so that it was impossible to tell which genitals were attached to which bodies. They were accepting and feasting on whichever flesh was closest and Carter admitted to himself that he felt a pang of regret that he and Mitzi were not going to stay and join in on what looked as exciting, if not more so, than what had happened while they were still out there, undressed, playing too.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Mitzi cooed as though she had read his thoughts. Carter tightened his arm around her waist as they made their way down the dimly lighted corridor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The house was quiet the next morning as Mitzi reached out for Carter's body. She popped her eyes open and realized that his side of the bed was vacant.
It was then that she heard him whistling merrily in the kitchen, running water and cursing good-naturedly at something, something that seemed to amuse him. Mitzi glimpsed quickly at the clock on the nightstand and fell back with a sigh of relief when she saw that it was twenty minutes yet before the alarm-bell was set to go off. It was like him, she thought happily to jump out of bed early on a sunny morning such as this. Physically, he was a dynamo and nothing seemed to phase his fit, tireless body. Now that she was secure in the knowledge that he was there, bustling cheerily about in the kitchen, she could relax and just lie there in bed without bothering to think.
Not that she could anyway. It was exceptionally hot in the room as she lay there.
"Hey, so you're finally awake," Carter greeted her jubilantly as he suddenly appeared in the doorway, precariously balancing two full cups of coffee in his hands. His white dress shirt was open at the throat and he was in his stocking-feet, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright with the elation he obviously felt. "Aren't you going to get up and fix my breakfast? It's getting late, you know?"
"Oh? Look at the clock and you'll see that it's early," she fired back, the beginning of a long suffering but loving smile on her face. "And what about the airconditioner, you silly frump, did you even notice that it's not working?"
"Damn!" he exclaimed, throwing back his head with his mouth agape, "I forgot to turn it on. I meant to, honey. I'm just too happy this morning to think of everything. I'm only human, you know, and sometimes I make mistakes."
"Well, I'm human too. And I am burning to de'ath," Mitzi said teasingly, and tossing away the sheet. Despite her discomfort, she was happy to see him so full of life and cheer. After they had crawled into bed, she had lain awake for awhile and dreaded the morning, when they would both be cold sober and fully aware of what had actually taken place. But Carter's bright, gay mood seemed to lift up the burden of worry and she was truly grateful.
"Here, drink this while I go turn the cooler on full blast," he said as he handed her a cup of coffee and then turned to leave.
"Carter...." Mitzi said sweetly.
"Yeah, what?" he frowned, halting dead in his tracks. "Wait a second while I turn on some cool air. Be right back and I'll listen all day if you want me to."
"I just wanted to say I love you," she shouted out after him as he tromped down the hall towards the control panel on the wall just outside the kitchen. She heard footsteps stop for a second and then hurry on faster than before.
It was ten minutes later and the kitchen was cozy and cool as they sat across the breakfast table, sipping on their third cup of coffee. After apologizing profusely over and over for neglecting to turn the airconditioner on for her. Carter had just sat there gazing at Mitzi with an intense, mysteriously rekindled devotion burning in his hazelish eyes. Then, hesitantly at first, he had broached the subject of the night before. To her relief, he seemed to be anything but angered by the memory. On the contrary, his concern for how she had felt during the whole episode seemed to be his major interest.
"Be honest, you were half driven out of your mind with two guys fucking you at the same time, weren't you, honey?" he asked again as he leaned forward in undisguised anticipation of her answer.
"Golly, Carter, you're putting me in a heck of a tough spot," she replied softly as she dropped her eyes to avoid his own. "You saw what happened, how I acted.
"Man, did I ever! I thought you were going to go crazy any minute," he enthused, "and I've got to admit I damned near did too from just watching. By God, honey, I always knew, I just knew you had it in you. My only regret is that I was so self-centered and demanding that I stifled your natural talents to the point where we were both screwed up."
"It was both our faults, really, but now I'm not worried at all," she said tenderly. "Last night was just a beginning for us, now that we understand each other's needs. This morning, I'm willing to stake my life on a bet that we'll still be the happiest married couple on earth a hundred years from now!"
"Only a damned fool would take a bet we'll live that long. Especially if he knew what a little tigress you are under the right circumstances," Carter howled gleefully as he slammed his hand down on the table to punctuate the strength of his certainty. Although he had not wholly understood her meaning, she threw back her head and laughed with him. Because she was so elated to see him coming out of himself. For a while, it seemed that he was more of a detriment to their marriage than his absence had been. But now that they were able to talk honestly with each other, the future seemed wonderfully bright and not the ominous blank that had loomed before them only yesterday.
"Yep, I guess you're right again, just as always," Mitzi agreed, giggling gaily as her golden hair shimmered in the morning sunlight and she threw up her arms in a gesture of defeat. "Even I wouldn't take such a dumb bet."
Carter's pulse leaped erratically in his temple as he looked hungrily at the soft deep valley between her lush young breasts. Her robe had come open at the neck when she had thrown up her arms and he could imagine how pert and pink her nipples were under the fabric of the garment. And an odd floating feeling seized him as he remembered how they had quivered and danced at the tips of her fleshy white gloves when those two men had fucked into her from both ends at the same time on the dock just last night. God, he must be some kind of pervert, he thought, for the mental image itself was enough to make his penis harden in his pants. Still smiling at her, he slowly eased his right hand off the table and reached down to touch his thick, rising length. It was as hard as a rock and he thought fleetingly of calling the office to say he would be late that morning. Hell, anything could be an excuse to stay home long enough for a quick piece of luscious ass.
"Carter, I know I shouldn't be, but I'm glad that things turned out as they did at the Watson's last night," she said buoyantly, interrupting his stimulating memory of her naked body being fucked within an inch of its life by rampantly skewering cocks and the warm, obscenely exciting cum that had flowed so hotly from her mouth and her well-fucked rectum.
"Me too," he said suddenly, forcing out the words. His penis was bulging and throbbing with the desire to rip up into her soft belly. He had to have her, to make her scream out with joy and abandon as she had probably yearned to do last night. But there was not time now. Tonight, though, as soon as he got home, he would give her a fucking that would make last evening's orgy look puny by comparison. He would show his sexy little nymph of a wife what a grand thrill a woman could feel with just one cock in her, one big cock with the right man behind it!
"Darling, don't you think you'd better get going? You've only got fifteen minutes to get to work."
"Wow, you're right!" Carter said as he looked at his watch and darted up from the table. Mitzi saw the massive bulge in his trousers and bit her tongue to suppress the girlish giggle that suddenly rose to her throat. Heavens, it was not quite eight-thirty in the morning and he was already hard, she chuckled to herself. Then she began to understand a little more why he had been so cheerful and happy all morning. Yes, he was happy because they were closer, just as she was. She felt a tickling amusement in her mind as she realized the greatest cause of his chipper attitude. Their sesson with the swap group had aroused him more than she had thought. But then, despite everything, she could not honestly blame him. She was still feeling the effects herself, now that she thought about it.
"Listen when Carol and her husband come over for that talk, don't forget to ask them when and where the next meeting's going to be," Carter reminded as he adjusted his tie and slipped on his coat. "We can't afford to miss it."
"But, darling are you sure we should?" she asked in a serious tone as she helped him find the car key.
"Are you kidding? Of course we should! It worked didn't it? But let's discuss it later. I've got to run or they might dock my pay for being a few minutes late." he said back at her as he descended the stairs three at a time. The front door slammed shut and he was gone. The house was silent again, as though his departure had stolen the life and personality out of the rooms.
She heard the car engine sputter, catch, then roar like a beast from sleep. She walked back to the bedroom to watch out the window as he backed out of the driveway into the glaring hot street. Then she heard the gears crunch into place and saw the car lurch forward, its rear tires spinning wildly and fishtailing as it sped out of sight.
The Lynn's arrived shortly after lunchtime. After Carol formally introduced Lee and Mitzi, the man whom the blonde now knew was Carol's husband, they came in the front door.
"Have a seat and I'll get you both a tall glass of beer," Mitzi said graciously as she headed towards the kitchen for three glasses. A few minutes later, she and the Lynn's were settled in the living room drinking beer and talking amiably about the weather and other incidentals. Finally Lee set his glass down on the table next to his chair and changed his expression to one of seriousness.
"Well, let's get down to business. Let's get on with what we came over to talk about," he said with a straight face.
Mitzi listened with every last iota of concentration she had as he expressed what he and Carol agreed were the differences between plain old everyday sex and the kind of sex that one could enjoy as the result of an enlightened attitude. He explained in intelligent terms that a great majority of modern day people were being cheated out of natural pleasure because of fear and certain crippling Victorian morals that they clung to. Even though those morals were no longer applicable to the pace and mood of contemporary living. Continuing, he remarked on the criminal shame it was that certain people whom the cripples themselves called "sick" and
"perverted" were driven underground and forced to live as fugitives from the irrational wrath of the public. When he paused for a moment, his buxom wife broke in and filled the silence with a statement that staggered Mitzi for a moment, until Carol noticed and repeated it to drive in her point.
"Yes, it's true," Carol said in earnest, "all three of us, and even your own husband, are almost as maimed as the average upright citizen by these stupid out dated morals we cling to. Take yourself, Mitzi, weren't you-scared to death of a man's penis until last night? Until you found out what they are really for?"
"Yes, I guess so," Mitzi admitted uncertainly.
"Yeah, and you found out how to use certain other places you have, didn't you?" Lee joked crudely. Then, his face turning back to seriousness again, he spoke in support of what his voluptuous wife had said a moment before.
"As a prime example, look at Carol and me. We've been sneaking around behind each other's backs to jump into bed with other sex-partners. It's hard sometimes to tell each other's thoughts and feelings apart. We've been around the world together, been broke and rich together, and yet we were still limping along like fools, as far as sex is concerned, until last night when we saw each other in action and sat down later, at home to have the talk we should have had long before, we didn't even know each other. We found out that we didn't have to sneak and lie about sleeping with other people. We talked and found all along our one big problem was that we hadn't had the courage to be honest with each other. Now we can have our fun together and feel free."
Mitzi smiled warmly at Lee hoping that he would truly understand how grateful she was for the things he had said. God knows, they must be true. Just last night's session at the Watson's had improved her relations with Carter so much that they seemed to be happier and more secure in each other than ever before. Sex had been both the problem and the means to what seemed to be a signpost leading toward an ultimate, hopefully lasting solution.
"Oh, in case you're interested, we'd both consider ourselves lucky if you and Carter decide to stay on as regular members in the group," Lee said convincingly. "And if your performance last night was any indication of the inate talents you have I'd really feel fortunate."
"Feel as grateful as you like, but remember the rules," Carol smirked. "You can't become a member until you dig up some willing chick to join you. I don't have anything to worry about on that score, if you recall last night. I'm already qualified." Mitzi detected a tone of sarcasm in Carol's voice, almost a shrewish rasping quality. It was one that she had never heard before and sounded like jealousy and the last thing she would expect from Carol.
Mitzi's face flushed with color as she allowed her mind to picture again the events of the previous night. Lee had rammed his pulsing cock in her mouth and she had willingly sucked it, had swallowed his sperm, all of it, and then wanted more!
Against her will she dropped her eyes to his groin finally was both shocked and pleased when she saw that his trousers were standing up like a tent from his pubic region as he stared at her. He was not only looking at her, but looking in her lap. His eyes were roving back and forth along the expanse of bare thigh that was showing below her short skirt. Then their eyes met again and, as if by unspoken mutual consent, they both knew that they would make love together when the first chance came along.
"Carter asked me to be sure to find out when and where the next meeting is going to be," she managed to say at last her face still flushed with excitement and natural embarrassment. "He definitely wants us to attend."
"Great!" Lee grinned, "because last night Carol and I were talking about having it at our house. We were thinking about next Monday night, at say nine o'clock," he continued after a moment, "I have to get back on my sales route by Wednesday morning."
"It should be interesting too," Carol said, "for at least one new couple is slated to attend. You and Carter will feel like old timers."
"Well, I doubt that, but as far as I know, we'll be there," Mitzi nodded. Actually she was positive they would be there, from how Lee had behaved in front of her just now. Her big regret at the moment was that the session was not going to be that evening!
Mitzi stood at the huge living room window a few minutes later, waving goodbye to Carol and Lee as she watched them head towards their own front door. When they were out of sight, she turned and searched around the room for something to do, but everything was neat and in its proper place.
"Well, even if I am a budding nymphomaniac, I'm still a pretty good housewife," she said aloud in a feminine chuckle. She looked in the closet for something sexy to wear when Carter would return home this evening. She thought perhaps seemingly innocent housewives were the best nymphomaniacs anyway. They had now tasted sexual freedom and there was no denying that it seemed to agree with them.
She picked a dress that had a low neckline. It was one that was his favorite during the beginning of their courtship at college.
"This will do it," she thought, ' 'Something to make him fuck me crazy." J ust saying the word sent a spreading urgency in her loins as she pictured him using her nakedly spread body at will.
"Yes, something to make him fuck me good and fast, without a lot of wasted preliminaries." she grinned as she closed the bedroom door happily behind her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"God! No wonder I couldn't wait to get home," Carter flattered, sincerely meaning every word as he greedily ran his eyes over his pretty wife's beautiful curvaceous figure. She had spent almost an hour applying just the right makeup and scenting herself with a musky, sexually stimulating perfume. The dress had been a cinch to pick out since it was his favorite, with the hem cut only a few inches below her panties. It showed an enticing abundance of bare white thigh below. .
"Hey, isn't the dress your wearing the one I liked so much in college?" Carter asked with hoarseness in his voice. He was unable to keep his eyes in one place as they scanned her legs and feasted on the daring amount of flesh swelling up naked at her neckline. It seemed to him that her breasts had grown larger during the last week, were somehow fuller and riper.
"Yes, honey, it's the same dress," she said in a casual voice.
"Damn, had I known you'd look this good all day, I'd have run home for a little fun during my lunch hour," he said, only half-kiddingly.
"By the way what would you like for dinner?" Mitzi purred.
"I want you."
He reached out and grabbed her to him, his lips crushing tightly down against hers as he held her in his powerful arms. His tongue sank its way between his teeth and slipped wetly into her mouth. Mitzi was not quite prepared for anything so sudden that she struggled a second until she remembered that she was no longer afraid. She began to suck on his thick probing tongue and a whirling sensation came over her as she thought of the pleasure in store for her. God, she wanted him, now!
Then, without a word, Carter almost dragged her off towards their bedroom. But she was not complaining, she actually felt thrilled by his urgent need, the same she had had all day.
When they were in the bedroom with the door still standing open from their entry, Carter kissed her roughly again and then pushed her backwards towards the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force of their momentum sent her sprawling flat on her back. His heavier body pinned her across the swaying surface of the bed. She let her thighs relax at once, allowing his squirming body to lodge between them. His cock was trapped in his trousers but tried to force itself out. In desperation, he rolled off her and quickly struggled out of his trousers and shorts, pulling them over his shoes with one motion. He mounted his weight up between her open thighs on top of her again. The whole undressing action had only taken fifteen seconds.
His penis insinuated itself up and down against the thin nylon strip of her panty crotchband. She could feel the wetness of the hard thick rod sliding in its own lubrication fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. His head pressed down forcefully against hers, and dropped lower. She felt a sharp pain of his teeth biting savagely into her earlobe. She jumped reflexively but relaxed again immediately with a passionate sigh when she felt he hungry cock head throbbing down between the full rounded globes of her whitely curving buttocks.
Carter's pelvis began a slow grinding motion up against her own pubic mound, rubbing the sheer nylon band of her panties into the thin pink slit of her cunt. The huge rubbery head traced a wet path up and down the length of the satiny material until he could feel the full outline of the soft fleece lined lips impressed clearly through it. He moved slowly, slowly against the restraining band, watching with delight as the expression on her face changed from plain enjoyment to a slowly building raving lust. He knew that pride no longer, mattered to her. Now she was all woman and capable of being ignited by the lightest male touch.
"Get undressed," Carter ordered abruptly, panting as he rose to strip off the rest of his clothes. This time, Mitzi did not hesitate and got to her feet immediately, reaching up behind her to unzip the dress down the back.
In less than a minute she stood before him stark naked. Her firm delicious curves sloped in and out temptingly, and her breasts flushed with the heat of her desire.
He reached out and ran his fingertips teasingly over the tips of her nipples and she moaned softly.
"Now, get down on the bed on your hands and knees," he commanded, "just the way you were last night when Bill and Lee fucked you at both ends."
Mitzi's sense of self was lost in the fire of the moment and she followed the lewd orders without a word. When she was kneeling before him with her buttocks obscenely thrust out over the edge of the bed, he leaned down to kiss the smooth oval globes and bite them with sharp little nips. She felt him draw them slowly, teasingly apart until the strain on her anus was almost unbearable. Then she winced a little as his finger probed the tiny puckered ring.
"Spread your legs out more," he snapped . When she obeyed him, he pushed a little harder against her nakedly spread asshole. He was straining at it for a moment, and then suddenly the tip popped up inside her, eased a little by her own moisture. It did not hurt as much as she had anticipated, not as much as it had last night. There was even a surprising little sensation of pleasure from the initial penetration. He moved his finger around in the now slowly expanding little passage, pushing it back and forth, widening it more and more, until she could not help but groan aloud and voluntarily grind back on it. She engulfed it teasingly with the tight, clinging little walls of her tender rectal flesh and her mouth fell wide open and she began to groan excitedly as she wriggled back on the hotly intruding middle finger to the palm of his hand, a strong sense of strangely satisfying subjugation to her husband sweeping through her mind.
"How would you like my cock in your ass, baby?" Carter asked with a growl, remembering from the other night how she liked to be treated with a strong hand.
"Yes, darling! Yes, fuck me! Fuck up my asshole like that other man did! Please!" she cried pleadingly back to him. She felt him insert a second finger, which sent exquisite waves of pleasureful pain shooting though her, and then sensed that he was exploring her vagina with the blunt, rubbery tip of his cock. Then, he rammed forward with a great resounding sound of wetness that drove the full length of it deep up into her open cunt in one lunge.
"Ooooooh, aaaahhh," she groaned as he banged to a halt against her cervix. He began to skewer in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm as she felt the monster growing even larger in her widespread cuntal channel. The giant head felt like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly and her ecstasy climbed higher and higher. Then again, once it was well lubricated from the freely flowing juices of her cunt, he pulled out with a wet hissing sound and used his free hand to guide the blood engorged penis up to the tiny puckered entrance of her anal opening. There the two fingers of his other hand were still buried as far up inside as they could go. He slipped them out slowly, causing her to gasp when they finally popped free. Then he placed the wet, pulsing tip of his cock against the tight, hairless little opening and pushed, gently at first, then harder. She gave out a cry as the elastic flesh popped open from the steady pressure and the tip of his penis slipped just up inside. Then, Carter grunted aloud and fucked mercilessly forward until he was sunk in her tightly clinging rectal walls all the way up to his hairy pelvis.
"Goddammit, hump back, fuck back the way you did on Bill Watson's cock last night," he rasped. She obeyed as well as she could at the moment and ground her softly yielding-anal flesh back sensuously on the heavily surging cock.
"Faster! Fuck back faster!" he chanted behind her as he began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion up between her whitely quivering asscheeks.
Mitzi's excited body quivered as she moaned, "Fuck me, Fuck me!" over and over again.
He felt a sadistic pleasure as his balls smacked heavily below into the moistness of her wide-split vaginal crevice. His thick cock sunk all the way up her gyrating ass so that only the swollen cords at the base were still visible. He wanted to fuck it right up out of her throat!
Mitzi moaned in confusion as she felt him draw out back again of her greedily clasping rectal passage, depriving her, then driving his cock deep into her wide open cunt below. After a few more thrilling strokes, he drove it up her asshole again, deeper and deeper. He began to fuck into each passage three or four thrusts at a time as he changed more rapidly, alternating at will, until finally he reached down and held the maddeningly teasing cock and guided it into her cunt, then her asshole, one stroke at a time. It was pistoning into her stomach like two men at once, the pleasure of one hole still beating live as he shoved himself up the other hole. It was too much, too beautiful!
Carter's balls palpitated with erotic energy, almost painfully, and his cock felt as though it were charged with a million prickly volts of electricity each time he plunged into one of the nakedly nibbling little mouths before him. She was moaning like a she-devil, her lovely face flushed bright red. Her eyes were rolling as she panted and fucked back against him even more wantonly than she had against the two men who had sandwich-fucked her last night. He had her now and she loved it! It was easy to see that he was satisfying her more than she had ever been satisfied before, that he was taking the place of two men!
"Is it better than last night, you beautiful hot fucking little bitch!" he asked with a grunting voice.
"Yessss, ooohhh, yessss," she squealed.
His groans approached the point of loud huffing sounds as he thrust his cock's full length into the depth of her widely expanded asshole. His body starting to jerk covulsively and his mouth hung open too, and he clawed at her waist with clutching fingers. He pulled her ass cheeks wider apart so that his long fleshy cock could ram up into her yet another fraction of an inch.
"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he roared. He felt a moment of bafflement as he tried to decide where to shoot off his backed up load. In her asshole or up her wet, wanting pussy? Her pussy! Yes! Yes!
Mitzi felt the brief pause and then the sudden withdrawal from her rectum, only to be replaced by another fresh slippery thrust into the ravaged wet canal of her eagerly sucking cunt. The sensation touched off the wildly raging climax that she had been holding back to prolong the pleasure. She screamed as the great gushes of blissful feeling ripples through her. She could feel his hot, thick sperm filling her stomach and seeping out around the pulsing shaft sunk deep up inside her curl-fringed cunt lips behind.
Sensing her climax he drove his spurting cock even deeper up inside her, forcing her legs to splay out, her heels waving on each side of his body. He fucked up into her one last time and made her gasp as the last ounce of cum in his balls emptied far, far up into her erotically quivering b'elly.
He pulled out of her, staggering, and fell beside her already collapsed body on the bed with his arm draped over her trembling shoulders. They lay there for several minutes, gasping, gradually regaining their senses.
"Carter, darling, that was the most beautiful experience of my whole life," Mitzi said huskily. "And just in case you worried, last night was nothing close to matching the pure sexual pleasure I felt just now with you."
"By the way speaking of last night, when is the next meeting?" Carter grinned.
"I'll let you know in time," she said jokingly as she watched him push her playfully aside and pull back the sheet to get into his favorite sleeping position.
"Goodnight baby," he crooned. "You can tell me about the coming session tomorrow at breakfast."
CHAPTER NINE
"What on earth can be taking him so long?" Mitzi questioned aloud as she paced nervously back and forth across the living room. It was already eight-thirty and the party next door was definitely on at nine-o'clock. Carol had telephoned that afternoon to confirm the time. She had mentioned that, with the couple she and Carter were bringing, there would be four newcomers to the group that evening. They had chatted awhile about the pleasant new prospects in store for everyone.
In fact. Carter was out now leading their new friends back to Lundville from where they lived in the suburbs of a larger city about twelve miles away. Their names were Marsha and Sam Harvey.
Carter had met Sam at work last week and the two men had hit it off immediately. Sam was "a guy who will go places if he's given the chance," Carter had said during the full report he had given her of the new friend. Evidently the two men had become even better friends late that afternoon over beers in a nearby tavern after the office had closed. Sam had confided in Carter enough to say that he and his wife of three years were not getting along well sexually. The man had shown Carter a picture of his wife and Carter had been bowled over by her figure. Then after downing a few more beers, Carter had casually made a reference to a possible solution to the problem the couple had in bed.
Carter mentioned the swapping group. When the man had not balked but seemed interested instead, he had gone on to explain what he knew so far about the club and extend an invitation for the Harvey's to attend the next session. Sam had lept on the suggestion. He said he would do his level best to persuade his wife that it was an excellent opportunity for them. "I'll tell her it's a kind of therapy," he had joked with Carter.
Mitzi heard a car door slam shut and ran down the stairs to look out the window beside the front door. It was Carter and the Harveys all right. She gave her long honey-gold hair a few last minute strokes with the palm of her hand as she watched the trio come up the lighted driveway.
"Wow," Mitzi exclaimed to herself, "he's really big and good looking!" And he was. He was tall, dark, broad-shouldered and had rugged masculine facial features. "It must be her fault if they can't make it in bed," she mused.
Then Mitzi took a long look at Marsha. Even in her caftan, she seemed rather thin and fragile, but her face was stunningly beautiful. The nose was finely shaped and elegant, her brow high, her lips shiny and soft-looking even in the vague light. Mitzi had a moment of doubt, feeling her own face with her fingertips to compare her nose and mouth to Marsha's. They seemed up to par with the other woman's, The the blonde sighed and with reassured relief swung open the front door to greet them.
"Hi," Mitzi greeted, "I was afraid that you'd all run off the road somewhere. It was getting so late."
"No, nothing that serious, Mrs. Bramwel," Marsha said sweetly, her voice as fine and delicate as her face.
"I'm sorry we're late," Sam beamed, "it was just the heavy traffic." His deep voice sent shivers through Mitzi's body.
"Please, why don't you both just call me Mitzi." the blonde urged warmly. "After all, we're going to get to know each other pretty well before the evenings over, aren't we?" She saw Carter grimace behind their backs at her suggestive remark. For once she stood her ground and made no effort to amend her words.
"Honey, why don't you get us something to drink, okay?" Carter suggested in a low voice.
Mitzi returned to the living room almost immediately with a tray with four tall glasses on it full of a pale, green liquid that looked suspiciously familiar to Carter.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked, holding up the glass she handed him, examining its contents with a puzzled look on his face.
"You know, Carter. It's the same thing we drank last week at Bill and Helen's. Something French," Mitzi said with a studied nonchalance as she smiled at Sam and Marsha.
"That's what I thought," Carter said quickly, "but where did this come from?"
"Oh, I forgot Bill dropped by for a while this afternoon and gave me a whole bottle before he left."
Carter laughed and shook his finger at her. wondering to himself if it was possible to have too much of a good thing. After a minute, he shrugged and said, "Come on, drink up everyone. We might not even make it to the party if my little wife here is thinking what I think she is thinking."
"That wouldn't be a big tragedy," Sam said as he drank the last of the greenish elixir-like liquid in his glass. "If worse came to worse, we could probably have our own party right here. What do you think, Marsha?" The handsome man patted his wife's bare knee and squeezed it even though his eyes were trained on Mitzi's every movement.
The beautiful woman who had seemed so quiet and shy when she first entered the house set her own empty glass down on the coffee table. Apparently the exotic liquor was already taking effect on her gently curved body. She was staring at Carter as though he were an oasis in the middle of an endless desert. Glancing slyly at her husband, she smiled happily and answered, "Sweetheart, I don't care where it happens, but in case you haven't noticed, the party's about to begin for me...."
"Wow, let's get going before we start dropping our panties right here." Mitzi laughed indulgently at the excitement of the two "newcomers" to the group. "The others would never forgive us if we kept you two to ourselves on the first night!"
A short time later, from the sound of the wild, teasing laughter coming from the Lynn's house, the party was in full swing ... and it was a very, very, happy laughter indeed ...!
