Suburban wives have an image; they are all supposed to be sweet, concerned mothers who drive their children to school, watch soap operas, go to PTA meetings and cook for their husbands. But is this image real? The answer, like most serious answers, is a complex one. Many wives in fact do lead domestic, tranquil lives. But others don't.
Helen Thomas falls into the latter group. She is bored; in fact, she can't remember not being bored, so long has it been since she's experienced a good time. Her husband, Ray, is a man who obviously doesn't know how to make a beautiful woman happy. Still, for three years Helen puts up with it.
But everything changes when one day Helen sees her neighbor, Sandy Price, engaging in a wild bout of lovemaking with a strange man. It is obvious that Sandy isn't bored. Suddenly Helen realizes what she's missing, and from that moment on she makes certain that she's never bored again. And who can say she is wrong?
WIFE ON FIRE-the shocking story of a bored wife looking for something more out of life.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Pleee-ze! Please kiss me higher! Lick my pussy! Ooooohhh!" The redhead lay naked and trembling in the middle of the bearskin rug. A man dressed only in tight leather pants knelt between her wide-splayed thighs. He held her legs, forcing her to keep them far apart. He was planting kisses up and down her thighs. The closer his lips moved to her dew-sparkling cunt, the louder grew her shrieks of wanton delight.
It was an exquisite effort for her to lift her head from the rug to look down towards the site of her building torture. But she wanted to look at the face of the man. She wanted to revel once again in the sensual good looks of her skilled lover.
He had worked his way close enough to her cunt so that little was visible of his facial features. She could see only his thick curly dark hair and his long eyelashes that fluttered downward as he inspected her shamelessly vulnerable cunt.
"Beautiful! Beautiful pussy!" she heard him groan. Then a bolt of pleasure more intense than anything she had ever experienced shot through her.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" His tongue was on her clit. The slippery scepter was gliding around the contours of the sensitive little nubbin. Its rubbery pressure robbed the redhead of what remained of her common sense. She was pure hunger now. Pure roaring want!
As her cunt-mound wriggled upward in demand of more of the lurid thrills, the man slaved tirelessly to explore the pink wet folds of her responsive pussy. His tongue slipped from the erect pinnacle of her clit to the yielding hole of her cunt. It slipped inside. It swirled around to savor her plentiful juices. The more ardent his efforts, the more fierce the response of the bleating, squirming woman under his control.
"Oh, God! God, I love the way you eat my pussy!" She could feel her cunt seething with molten desire. With each stroke of his tireless tongue, he was making her more desperate for satisfaction. Her cunt ached to be filled with cock. It was like a cavern of primal lust, ruthless in its quest of climax.
His words of praise came to her through the muffling moisture of her fluttering cunt-lips. "Jeez, I've never eaten cunt this good! I could do this to you all day, beautiful! My cock's getting so damned hard just from the taste of you!"
The very mention of his cock drove her to new levels of writhing impatience. She drove her cunt hard onto the little phallus of his tongue. She crooned with passion as he began to tickle her clit with a fingertip while his tongue assaulted her wet hole. "Oh, cripes! Aaaiiieeee, my cunt's so hungry for your cock!"
He got her message even more quickly than she had expected. He took his tongue from her cunt, leaving her to pant with frustrated hunger. She admired his strong muscular chest as he started to work down the clinging material of his leather pants. As soon as she saw his dark curly pubic hair come into view, her gaze was riveted there at his groin, waiting for the first sign of his cock. She already knew it was rock-hard. She could see its promising silhouette straining against his pants.
She reached for her cunt while she watched him and she began to play with her blood-engorged clit. At the first glimpse of his cock, her green eyes grew large and her mouth opened in sensual awe. She licked her lips lewdly.
"God, your cock! It's sooo big!"
She could see he was pleased with her stunned reaction. But she had not spoken just to please him. She was genuinely overwhelmed by the delicious prospect of taking that hot hard cock deep into her pulsing cunt.
When he was naked, he took his cock in his hand and grinned down at her. "Look good enough for you, baby?" he teased her.
Shamelessly, she spread her legs as wide as she could. She wriggled her cunt in an open invitation. The fingers that played with her cunt were wet with her juices. "Ohhh, yesssss ... God, yes, I want that big hard cock up inside my cunt!"
"Well, get ready, beautiful, 'cause I'm coming in!"
He lowered himself over her and guided the blunt tip of his cock toward her cunt-opening. Just the nearness of him, now that she knew she was about to be impaled on his stiff cock, drove her to the brink of frenzy. Her cunt shimmied upward with a primitive will of its own. She felt him try to push his cock into her cunt again and again. The pressure at the mouth of her cunt was intensely erotic. Her fists pounded on his back, urging him to hurry ... to get his big cock inside her cunt where it belonged.
One last mighty shove and her steaming cunt was full of thick throbbing cock!
"Uuuuhhhh ... oooooohhh, God...!" She reached up and tugged on her hair. It was a mindless gesture that bespoke the overwhelming heat that was flooding her quaking body. Her head tossed from side to side as she tried to work out the sensations that were bursting from every nerve ending. "Aiiee ... it's soooo good in meee! Your cock feels so good!"
She saw him grin with smug satisfaction as he pulled his cock from her hot wet cunt and prepared to fuck into her cunt a second time. "Ready, baby?" he teased her. Before she could reply his cock was making her cunt tingle once again.
"Yesssss! Yes, fuck me like that!" With each forceful shove of his cock into her clutching cunt she slammed up to meet him. They were moving together like a great fucking machine. The motion was regular and intense, punctuated, but not broken, by her cries of joy and her shivers of building helplessness.
The redhead could not remember ever having enjoyed sex so much before. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the thought that this man was not her husband. She was not sure, in fact, who he was. But the knowledge seemed unimportant compared to the welcome ecstasy that was seething in her aching cunt.
She wanted to concentrate only on the heat that was overwhelming her. It seemed to her at this moment of ecstasy that she had been waiting for this kind of self-indulgent rapture for a lifetime. Nothing she had ever experienced had fulfilled her in the way that she longed to be fulfilled. Her handsome strong lover was giving her her first hint of what she could feel when all the stops were let loose, when she was lost in her sexual abandon body, soul and mind.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck meee! I love the way your cock keeps fucking me like this! I don't think I've ever fucked for so long before! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"
She was not sure what was happening then. There were hot sensations-all kinds of them-flooding her brain and senses. She saw the sweat standing out on her lover's forehead as he fucked her. She saw his biceps flex as he raised and lowered himself over her passion-weakened body. She felt his cock-that glorious hard cock-spreading her cuntlips wider than she had ever dreamed they could go! The heat was not restricted to her cunt. Her breasts were swollen. Her belly was heaving. Her toes were curling. It was as if he were fucking her everywhere all at once! "Mmmmmm ... I love it ... I love to fuck!"
She looked up at her lover adoringly, her eyes wide with admiration. He was putting everything he had into bringing her pleasure. Without concern for his own climax, he just kept on shoving his cock again and again into her greedy cunt-hole. She knew instinctively she did not have to worry about his coming before she was satisfied. This man, she knew, would think of her first. He would not shoot his wet hot load into her cunt until it was welcome there ... until her cunt was spasming in its own ecstatic come.
"Ooooohhh ... darling ... you're so good to meee!"
"Who wouldn't be good to a beautiful cunt like yours, baby?"
She felt herself coming close to fainting with ecstasy. He was the perfect lover she had always dreamed about. So handsome. So considerate. So skilled. So self-sacrificing. Her cunt got wetter and hotter as she wriggled it up again and again to receive his plunging cock. She could feel herself climbing inevitably to the sought-for moment when her cunt would explode.
"Uuuuhhh ... jeez ... I can feel your cunt getting hotter, beautiful! It's clinging to my cock like it wants to keep it inside forever!" His strokes grew more savage. She groaned loudly as he fucked her, each assault going a little deeper than she had ever thought it would go.
And then suddenly there was only one way to go. She started off on the downhill slide to ecstasy. "Aaaaahhhh ... I'm commming!" She felt his hot wet juices coating the inside of her cunt. It made her joy more complete to feel his hot cum shooting into her cunt. "Mmmmm ... I feel so wonderful"
Her awakening was abrupt and unexpected. Suddenly Helen found herself lying in the dark in her own bed next to her own husband. With no handsome marathon lover stretched out on top of her!
All a dream! she thought wonderingly.
But she still had a throbbing thoroughly sated cunt. Her dream had been vivid enough to do that for her.
CHAPTER TWO
Once the initial disappointment that it had all been a dream was over, Helen fell prey to more disquieting thoughts. She felt guilty that she could lie next to her own husband and dream about another man. A mythical perfect lover.
She felt unhappy that there should be any reason why she should have such dreams. She wondered what she could do to make her sex life more satisfying for her. Short of committing adultery, there didn't seem to be any solution.
It was not that Ray was not an interested lover. He liked to fuck her a couple of times a week, which, Helen had read somewhere, was average for an American couple.
The problem was that Helen did not find her husband a very stimulating lover any more. Even after they had fucked, she usually still felt hot. And while they were fucking, she often caught herself wondering what she should fix for dinner, or what kind of shoes would go best with her new wool dress. Though she suffered intense guilt over what she viewed as a betrayal of her husband's affection, she could not get very excited about Ray's brief idea of what made good fucking.
When they had first married, Helen had been the next best thing to a virgin and Ray had been a smooth thirty-year-old. She had trusted her husband to teach her about sex, and she had been very satisfied for several years.
Then she had started reading romance stories about thrilling adventures and Romeo lovers. She began to suspect there could be more to fucking than she got with Ray. She began to fantasize.
Tonight had been the first time she had come while dreaming about another man. Thinking about her sexual dilemma carried Helen far from the sweet refuge of sleep. She tried to drive her thoughts away, telling herself there was nothing she could do about them anyway. It did not work. She began to fear she might spend the rest of the night wide awake and miserable.
"Ooohh!" The touch of her husband's hand on her bare ass startled her. Though he had been very much in her thoughts, she had been oblivious of his presence next to her. Ray was not the kind of guy who liked to cuddle unless he had something serious on his mind.
"You awake, Helen?"
For some reason, the sound of his voice filled her with dread. Then she realized the dread was because she could tell by his voice that Ray was feeling hot. And it did not seem right to fuck her husband after she had been fucking another man, if only in her dreams. She decided to pretend to be asleep. The next thing she knew his hard cock was poking against the cleft in her ass. She was lying on her side turned away from him. Clearly he intended to fuck her from behind.
"What's the matter, Ray, honey?" she asked in a groggy voice. "I'm so tired, all I want is to sleep."
"I think I've got something for you that you'll want once you find out what it is." He shoved his cock determinedly between her asscheeks. Helen's cunt was wet from her erotic dream. Her husband's cock slid easily deep into her juicy cunt. "Uuuhhh ... that's the hot spot I was after. Oh, baby, your cunt's wet! Feels good, Helen!"
"Uuuuhhh...." He began to fuck her in solid steady strokes and Helen realized she had no choice but to go along with what he was doing. Despite her guilt-complex, she found herself responding as she had not responded for a long time. It was, she knew, thanks to the warm-up from her dream lover.
Just as another pang of guilt threatened to distract her, a heady wave of pleasure bolted through her cunt. His cock had driven into her cunt all the way to the cervix. She was completely stuffed with throbbing cock-shaft. It was the real thing! No dream! Hot flesh and blood!
Her wanton thoughts put her in the spirit of her husband's rutting excitement. "Oooohhh ... oh, Ray ... fuck me, darling! Fuck meeee!" Her lush rounded asscheeks slammed back to meet his every instroke. She shimmied her cunt this way and that to take every inch of his cock she could get.
"Christ, Helen ... I don't think your cunt's ever been this wet! You're really turned on, aren't you, honey? Oh, yeah!" He pinched her hips as he ground his cock voluptuously deep into her clinging hot cunt.
The thickness in his voice told Helen that her husband, too, was more involved in their fucking than he usually was. She could hear his breath erupting in panting gasps. She could feel his cockshaft still swelling as he continued to ply her with his unyielding strokes. In carefree abandon she let herself respond more openly than she ever had to his hard pummeling. She was too hot to suffer any more guilt. The memories of her erotic dream only heightened her abandon. There seemed something intensely satisfying about building herself up to a frenzy in her dreams, then taking the real thing into her well-lubricated cunt.
In her intense arousal, Helen experienced a surge of joy that somehow she and her husband had managed to get past the barriers that had made sex, for her, less a thrill than a duty. It all seemed so simple now! Now that her cunt was tingling to the repeated strokes of her husband's cock, she could not imagine ever feeling anything but intense pleasure with him. She could not imagine being bored!
Her dream-lover had almost slipped from her mind. There was no room left there for anything but the thick cock that was stretching her sensitized cunt-lips. She grabbed hold of the side of the mattress and shoved herself again and again onto Ray's cock. His grunts were getting louder, more urgent with each lunge. She paid little attention to them, other than as an inciting symphony to accompany her own mounting abandon. "Ooooohhh ... Ray-y-y ... Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeee!"
In the midst of such pleasure, Helen easily found a way to rationalize her infidelity in her dreams. It had all been worth it, if the dream excitement had let her open up so totally to her husband's advances. And it had! There was no doubt about it! She realized she was back in the throes of rapture that she had experienced as a young bride. Only now, at the more experienced age of twenty-six, her capacity for abandon was that much greater. So was her greed!
As a younger woman, she had worried she might get hurt if she fucked too much. Now she wanted to keep on doing it. She had no fears about her capacity to take everything her husband could give her!
Ray could not remember the last time he had been so thoroughly immersed in pleasure. His wife's wet hot cunt was coating his cock in a welcoming shower of hot cunt-juice. He was giving her everything he could muster, but he knew his capacities were not limitless. He could feel the urgency mounting in his balls. The thought of filling her cunt with his steaming load of cum egged him on. His breath came in shorter and shorter gasps.
When it came, his climax was an all-encompassing burst of sensation. "Oooooh, God! Jeez, Helen ... I'm coming!"
His redheaded wife felt his steamy cum shooting into her. She felt a moment's disappointment that quickly flared into anger. It had been feeling so good! She was not ready for it to stop!
She did not let him know she was angry. There seemed no point in creating a hassle when at least one of them was in the clutches of ecstasy. She could not help feeling jealous though, as Ray slipped quickly back into slumber. She returned to her earlier sleeplessness, staring up at a ceiling that was gradually becoming visible in the growing light of dawn.
Helen's cunt was still throbbing heatedly, reliving the solid stroking of Ray's swollen cock. Soft and flaccid now, his cock had slipped at last from her cunt, leaving it an aching well of hunger.
Almost without thinking about it, Helen slipped her hand down to her hot cunt. She slid two fingers deep into her wet aching fuck-hole. "Uuuuhh...." she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She was finger-fucking herself because she needed it. But she would die of mortification if her husband should wake up and discover her with two fingers stuffed into her craving cunt.
Letting her thighs fall wide apart-the way they had been in her dream when her dream-lover was eating her cunt-she worked her fingers in and out of her slick cunt-hole. She did not think about her husband's cock that had just spent his cum in her steaming cunt. Instead she went back to her dream-fantasy of her perfect lover.
The images suited her aroused state and she quickly returned to the abandon she had been experiencing before her husband came too soon for her satisfaction. While her fingers pummeled her cunt, her thumb tickled the erect nubbin of her clit.
She was getting a double dose of sensation and it was having the desired effect. Helen was beginning to have confidence that she would get her second orgasm of the night after all.
She wanted to moan aloud at how good she was feeling, but she did not dare risk disturbing Ray. His snoring was deep and regular, but still she did not feel totally secure in her abandon. She was betraying her husband again, resorting to her fingers to finish the fuck that he had not. This time she did not feel guilt. She got an extra thrill of depraved excitement from the thought of the risk she was taking. She was performing a forbidden act right next to her snoring unconscious husband. If he could not give her what she needed, she would get it, one way or the other!
For there was no doubt how much she needed it! Even though her wet dream had given her an intense release, Ray had worked up her appetite again. He had driven her to a state of extreme horniness. She could not just let herself ride there frustrated and angry. She had to have her satisfaction so she too could get a little more sleep before the night was over.
"Uh ... uh...." she whispered as she jerked her ass cheeks up off the mattress, driving her cunt up onto her fingers. It thrilled her to be wide open to her feverish self-abuse. Her whole body seemed to be conspiring to drive her on in her degradation. Every nerve-ending was trembling. She felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The growing light caught her spreading smile as she felt herself yield to the last temptation. Orgasm shook her as she clutched her cunt with convulsive eagerness. She could not stop herself from shrieking out a short, "I'm commming!" before her thighs closed on her hand. She gritted her teeth to absorb the continuing waves of pleasure-shock.
For long moments, Helen was unconscious of everything but the palpitating pleasure that filled her cunt. Slowly ... ever so slowly ... she drifted back to the realities of where she was and why she had been finger-fucking herself. Gradually she became aware of the heavy snores of the man lying beside her. The man who had had no thought for her welfare once he got off his own climax.
The dawn of resolution began to break along with the day. Helen realized she could no longer go on suppressing her body's very real needs. Her erotic dream and her husband's brief nighttime performance had given her a clearer idea of what she wanted out of life.
And it was not a bleak future as a frustrated, horny housewife.
Helen knew she was going to have to help herself if anything was going to change. The only thing she still doubted was that she would have the courage to answer when opportunity knocked.
CHAPTER THREE
When she was most bored, Helen had a friend she could go to who always cheered her up. The friend was Sandy, a cheerful neighborhood housewife who seemed more content with her lot than any woman Helen knew. The redhead had often wondered what made Sandy so happy. Sandy's husband, Joe, did not look like any bundle of energy. He was balding, getting kind of fat. When Helen made passing reference to how well Joe must be treating her, Sandy would only smile or giggle a little and change the subject.
Helen had spent much of the day thinking about her disturbing dream and fantasizing about how she could get herself a more satisfying sex life. All her idea intrigued her until she put them to the hard test of thinking about how she would actually go about finding a lover. Then she would get a bad case of cold feet and think about something else for a while.
She thought a cup of coffee with Sandy might snap her out of her cowardly indecision. She might even be able to figure out a way to get some advice from Sandy without giving away the fact that she was actually thinking of taking a lover.
The shortest way to Sandy's house was through an alley, then through the back gate. The backyard was surrounded by a high wooden fence. Sandy had confessed that she liked to sunbathe in the nude.
The yard was a riot of color. Joe had hired a gardener who came twice a week to keep the plants healthy and blooming. The vegetation hid the back windows from view until Helen was almost at the door.
What she saw made the redhead drop to her knees in the grassy path that led to the door. She had been stunned by the view within and it took her a couple of moments to gain the courage to have another look.
Helen's blonde-headed girl friend was wrapped in the arms of a man who was not her husband. While Joe was fair, balding and conservative, the man who was caressing Sandy's naked tits had a thick shock of black curly hair and was wearing a pair of skin-tight Levi's with a matching jacket.
Helen could scarcely believe her eyes. Suddenly she thought she knew what made Sandy such a contented woman. Her friend had a lover!
As Sandy began to undo the buttons of the man's shirt, Helen realized that the man was little more than a boy. He was well-developed with a strong rippling chest, but his face was still smooth and boyish-looking. His eyes bore no wrinkles, no signs of the care that comes with age. Helen thought he looked familiar. Then she realized he was the gardener, Jorge. Sandy had found her lover right close to home!
For a moment the redhead began to toy with the idea of talking Ray into hiring a gardener. She knew her husband would never go for it. He did not spend a penny he did not have to. Ray was saving for a bigger house in a fancier neighborhood, and he was willing to give up present luxuries for future comfort.
Her own dilemma lost significance in face of the erotic tension building inside the house. Sandy had removed the boy's jacket and shirt and was caressing his chest. She tried to slip a hand inside his jeans, but they were too tight. While she teased his nipple with her tongue, she began to work down his fly. The boy's mouth opened and closed in guppy-like excitement. With the first touch of his employer's hand on his cock, he uttered a long guttural groan. "Uuuuuuhhh ... Mrs. Price, you do that awful nice! Oh ... I like to feel your hand on my cock!"
His words seemed to inflame the older woman. Impatiently she pushed at his pants until they fell to his feet. She held his blood-bloated cock and stared at it with greedy glee. "Oh Jorge! It's so big and hard, sweetie! God...." Her hands ran up along his loins and back to clutch his cock. "You're beautiful! So beautiful!"
Helen had to agree with her girl friend. The boy was beautiful. She had not paid much attention to Jorge the couple of previous times she had seen him. He was quiet. Seemed rather surly. But with his clothes off and his face softened by lust, he was a gorgeous hunk of youthful manhood. Her first wave of guilt at watching her friend seduce the boy faded into wanton eagerness to see more. She kept her head carefully low to avoid discovery. But as time passed, it became clear that the couple within were noticing nothing but each other.
The redhead felt a vicarious lurch within her cunt as Sandy stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of the boy's bloated cock-head. Helen heard her friend's long sultry groan. Sandy was reveling in her servile position, kneeling in front of her young gardener, seducing him slowly with-her hands and mouth. She was abandoning herself totally to the gods of lust and loving it ... loving the erotic feel of the boy's hard muscles and swollen cock.
Ray's beer belly had been the only belly Helen had caressed in seven years of marriage. She felt an overwhelming longing to stroke the boy's lean hard-muscled frame. To feel his hard swaying cock-shaft. Her cunt gushed juice into her panties as she watched Sandy swirl her tongue round and round the head of Jorge's cock ... then grip it with her lips and slide them all the way down to the base of his cock! Sandy had her mouth full of the boy's impressive cock. Low burbles of satisfaction brewed in her throat.
Nervously, Helen ran her tongue over her parched lips. The aching in her cunt had grown intense. It was torture for her to watch Sandy make love to the handsome boy, to hear their moans of pleasure. She felt jealous toward her friend for the handsome young man who was fucking her. She admired Sandy for having the courage that she herself did not have. She needed the excitement Sandy was experiencing just as much as her friend evidently did. Yet she had hesitated for so long. Fear of betrayal of her marriage vows. Fear of being the one responsible for shattering the illusions of a passion that no longer existed. At least not for her.
Watching Sandy suck on the boy's fleshy cock made Helen wonder just what it was that had kept her from finding that kind of pleasure for herself. No excuse seemed significant enough to justify the self-denial she had indulged in for so long. There seemed to be no good reason for living without all the pleasure she could find. At the age of twenty-six, Helen was growing more aware of the fact that she would only be young once. She wanted to make the most of her youth. Sandy was three years older than Helen. The redhead wondered how long her friend had been tending to her needs outside her marriage.
While her lips slid back and forth along the boy's stiff cock, Sandy churned her shapely naked ass behind her. Helen realized the blonde must be tingling all over with excitement, just the way she was from watching Sandy's shameless surrender to adultery. Sandy's short blonde curls bounced as she assaulted Jorge's cock time after time. She took every inch of his cock deep into her throat and made him grunt with an almost incoherent demand for more.
"Jeezz ... you sure do that good, Mrs. Price! Oh yeah! Suck my cock, lady! Suck it!" He reached for her curls as if to steady himself in the weakness of his passion. He guided her head lustily back and forth over his cock. She seemed to enjoy his taking control of the situation. Helen watched Sandy's ass sway more erotically than ever. She heard her cries grow more shrill, more urgent.
"Mmmmmmm ... Jorge darling ... your cock tastes soooo sexy!" Before his hands could force her, her mouth went willingly back to his turgid cock. She teased at the sensitive underside of his cock. She ran a meandering path of saliva to the place where his kinky pubic hair grew around the base like stunted shrubbery around a great oak. Her tongue traced a new path back up to the cocktip, giving special nudges of attention to the joint between cock-head and shaft. She sucked the tip of his cock fiercely, hungrily, urging new groans from the boy's passion-tightened throat. They came out hoarse and thrilling. They made the blonde suck harder.
Just the way Helen knew she would have done if she had been in her girlfriend's place!
The pulsing in her cunt was almost more than Helen could stand. It was a rousing sight she was witnessing. Her friend Sandy was beautiful in her naked abandon. Helen felt strange surges of excitement attack her cunt as she watched Sandy's ass sway in time to her erotic endeavors. The way Sandy's lips pursed around the boy's cock-head spoke straight to the moist fluttering lips of Helen's cunt. She had to stop its throbbing before it drove her wild!
By the time Helen's hand reached under her skirt and up into her panties, she felt she had no choice but to relieve the hot longing in her cunt. It seemed depraved to be feeding off her friend's abandon ... to be finger-fucking herself while Sandy sucked the cock of her young gardener. Yet her very depravity drove her on. Helen felt heedless of thoughts of morality or of loyalty to a friend. What she was doing was right because she needed it. She had to have it right now!
Her fingers stroked the hardened tip of her clit. They slipped down to her cunt-opening and picked up a slick coating of juice with which to soften their assault on her clit. It felt even better to touch herself on her love button when her fingers were hot and slippery with her free-flowing juices. "Uuuuuhhh...." she moaned, then clapped the hand that held up her skirt over her mouth. She need not have bothered. Sandy and the boy Jorge were making too much noise of their own to let through the feeble mewls of Helen's frustrated passion.
Sandy's attack on the boy's hard upthrusting cock had grown frantic. Her blonde curls bobbled crazily around her face as she set up a tireless rhythm over Jorge's cock. The boy was tugging on her hair recklessly, his face a mask of abandoned excitement as he tossed back his head and let the woman have free rein over the fate of his spit-coated cock.
"Cripes ... oh, Mrs. Price ... yeah ... do it like that...."
Helen watched Sandy take the cock into first one cheek and then the other, then at a straight angle.
She varied the motion of her head a little each time, but her pace retained the same exciting rhythm. The one Helen could see was driving the boy to the brink of coming.
Watcling Sandy's ass gyrate and the boy's cock thrust into her friend's mouth, Helen worked her fingers more boldly over the pulsing peak of her clit. With each downward motion of her hand, she exerted more pressure against the yielding opening of her cunt. Her cunt was sopping wet, the way it had been the night before when she woke up from her erotic dream. What she was watching now was more than a dream. It was rousing reality, and the effect on Helen's libido was total and intense. She was immersed in Sandy's abandon, in Sandy's ceaseless rhythm. She expended the same energy on her own hot cunt that Sandy was devoting to the long cock that lunged again and again into the back of her throat.
"Uuuuuuhhh...." Helen let herself moan again to ease the building excitement to revel in it. She knew the others were worried about nothing beyond the point where Sandy's mouth linked up with Jorge's swelling cock.
Peeking over the top of the window sill, her hand buried in her panties, Helen could almost feel what Sandy must be experiencing. She could almost taste the zesty drops of cum juice that must be seeping from Jorge's bloated cock-tip. She could almost feel the rubbery texture of the cock surging in her cunt again and again in search of more liquid stimulation. She could feel the cunt-throbbing that made Sandy wriggle her ass behind her as she sucked. The blonde was filled with longing, passion and eagerness. So was Helen. She no longer felt that she was spying on her friend. Though Sandy knew nothing about it, she was sharing something with the older woman. She was testing the limits of her own sexuality. The sexuality she had vowed just the night before to satisfy.
Helen began to finger-fuck herself in deep steady strokes as Sandy worked her blonde head over the youth's cock. The redhead could feel her heated cunt-walls clinging to her fingers, milking them for the stimulation that they craved. The louder the boy's cries became, the more urgent grew the heat in Helen's cunt. She knew the gardener was about to come. She knew with a lusty certainty that she was going to be coming right along with him.
His big brown eyes grew wide and uncomprehending. That was the first sign Helen had that he was about to come. Then he began to rut his cock harder into Sandy's mouth. "Jeez, I'm coming ... I'm coming, Mrs. Price!"
Watching her girl friend's greedy efforts to swallow every drop of the boy's cum drove Helen over her own peak. She bent forward and clutched her cunt. Her chin rested on the window sill as she watched the boy yield the last of his load to the older woman's throat. Her cunt felt soft and wet in her hand. Her clit was no longer a hard button. It was as flaccid as the cock that Jorge pulled from Sandy's cum-streaked lips. Helen felt a last jolt of passion as Sandy sucked up the thread of cum that joined her mouth to Jorge's cock.
Pulling her hand from her panties, Helen ducked beneath the window when she heard her friend tell the boy that he had better be getting home. Her husband was due soon. In a sudden panic over what she had done, Helen scooted from Sandy's backyard and ran home. She poured herself a stiff drink and collapsed into an arm chair.
Before the drink was finished, she was entertaining fond memories of all she had just done and witnessed. With the element of danger gone, it did not seem so frightening any more. But it still seemed intensely exciting. It was not something she would soon forget.
CHAPTER FOUR
It took a full day before Helen worked up the courage to go see Sandy. Now that the urgency of lust was past, the redhead felt guilty about spying so shamelessly on her neighbor's dalliance with the teen-aged gardener. She knew she would have to be well prepared before she faced Sandy. Otherwise, her guilt might show in her blushing face. At twenty-six, Helen still blushed when she was embarrassed.
After long rationalizations in which Helen told herself she had been so shameless only because her need was so great, she went to see her friend. After what she had seen of Sandy's reckless lust, Helen could imagine her friend would understand if she knew what she had done. She might even be turned on by it....
"Helen! I'm so glad to see you! I was wondering when you were going to come by!" The blonde took Helen's hand and led her eagerly to the kitchen. "I'm just fixing myself a treat. Sit down and share it with me!"
It was just like Sandy, Helen thought. She had only been in the older woman's company a few minutes and already she felt better ... about everything. Again she admired her friend's cheerful nature, although this time with more understanding than she had possessed in the past. Helen knew now what made Sandy so cheerful, or she thought she knew. It might even be because of her good cheer that the young gardener had sought her out as a lover. Maybe it was those who were sure of their deserts in life that good things happened to. Helen tried to put on a happy face to match her friend's.
Sandy set a steaming cup of coffee and a liqueur glass in front of Helen. "B & B goes great with coffee, Helen. Try it. It's my favorite pick-me-up."
Helen sipped the liqueur and discovered it was delicious. It made her feel tingly all over. Another reason why Sandy was always so cheerful? she wondered. "It's good, this stuff. What is it again?"
"B & B. Benedictine and brandy. A scrumptious concoction brewed up by those cute French monks. It's my one extravagance." She raised her eyes apologetically skyward. "Well, one of my few anyway."
Before she knew it Helen had finished her liqueur, though she had scarcely touched her coffee. Sandy poured her another glassful. "I don't think I should, Sandy," she protested. "I already feel tipsy."
"What the hell! It's mid-afternoon. What have you got to do anyway until your lord and master comes home? I, for one, like to enjoy myself in those precious moments before Joe shows up. The rest of the night, I know I'll be getting him this and getting him that. Soothing his troubled brow."
Despite her negative comments about her husband, Sandy still seemed as cheerful as ever. But Helen guessed she had been into the B & B before her arrival.
"You know what would go great with this? Some chocolates! Now where did I put that box?"
Watching the pretty blonde rummaging in the kitchen cupboards brought a hot surge to Helen's cunt. She was vividly reminded of how Sandy's ass had looked without her tan slacks, squirming in the air while she sucked the cock of a young eager boy.
Helen felt her cheeks grow hot. She was blushing. She was excited.
She hoped desperately that Sandy would not notice her discomfort. No such luck! Sandy was an observant woman.
"What's the matter with you, sweetie? Here, have a chocolate!" She pulled her chair close to Helen's. "Now give! Nobody blushes like that for no good reason!"
Helen sensed the other woman's eagerness and it confused her. It was almost as if Sandy were aroused. She could smell the blonde's perfume and it was doing odd things to her. She was trembling.
Helen knew the easiest way for her out of any dilemma was to tell the truth. She had never been very good at lying. It usually fouled her up. Without looking into her friend's excited eyes, she ventured a quick stab at the embarrassing truth. "I was just thinking ... I mean, I ... the other day ... yesterday, I mean ... I watched you ... with Jorge...."
She looked cautiously into her friend's face, anxiously awaiting her reaction. She prayed her confession would not lose her the best friend she had. Sandy seemed stunned at first. Then gradually her surprise turned to obvious excitement.
"You mean yesterday ... you watched me ... sucking Jorge's cock?"
Helen hung her head and nodded. Her face was burning worse than ever. She managed to bleat out a feeble, "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
Sandy's hands gripped the younger woman's shoulders. "You don't have to apoligize, sweetie. I imagine if I happened on a sight like that, I might be tempted to stay and watch. In fact, I know damned well I would!" She paused a moment. Her eyes sparkled. "Did it excite you, Helen?" She began to caress Helen's arm. The redhead was getting goose bumps all over without understanding why.
"Yes, I ... I got awful excited." The alcohol was galloping through Helen's blood. It was beginning to open her up to the thrilling side of the situation. Instead of feeling embarrassed or guilty, she began to get hot. She was seeing again the way Sandy had looked the day before kneeling naked in front of the handsome boy with his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her cunt pulsed in wet remembrance.
Encouraged by the younger woman's excitement, Sandy grew bolder in her prodding. "Did you play with yourself, Helen? I know I would have. Jorge has such a beautiful body, doesn't he?"
Helen grinned shyly at her friend. "So do you!"
Sandy laughed. The hand on Helen's arm seemed to fall by accident to the younger woman's ripe tit. "I was putting on quite a show, wasn't I?"
Wrestling with the hot thoughts and tingling passions vying for possession of her body, Helen was totally unprepared when Sandy gripped her tit wantonly and kissed her. She was startled she did not think to resist the tongue that forced its way between her lips. Then it was too late. By then, the forbidden raunchy feelings were already gripping her senses. She was liking it. She was liking it a lot.
"Mmmmm," Sandy moaned as her tongue probed Helen's. She forced the redhead to respond, to stick out her own tongue to play the sensual game. Both hands now were on Helen's tits, kneading the yielding flesh greedily. Even through Helen's blouse and bra she could feel the rising buds of her nipples. "You're beautiful, Helen! I've been wanting to do this for so long!" Again her mouth closed on the younger woman's. The passion grew more intense. Helen found herself returning the kiss without thinking about why she was doing this and whether or not she should stop.
The redhead was overwhelmed by the novelty of the situation and its sheer surging excitement. It seemed preposterous that she should be accepting kisses and caresses from another woman. Despite all her frustration, she had never suspected she might be a lesbian. Yet there could be no denying the fluttering joy that ricocheted from her mouth, to her tits, to her quaking cunt and back up again.
Timidly, she reached for Sandy's tits. The blonde wore no bra and her breast-flesh felt soft and inviting under her skimpy cotton blouse. Helen could scarcely believe how satisfying it felt to stroke another woman's tits. It was as if without even knowing it, she had been longing forever to do this thing. While she explored Sandy's tits, her own tits throbbed with the attentions of the older woman's hands. Helen's long-repressed horniness began to rush for freedom, for satisfaction. The redhead found herself yielding to the depraved temptation of Sandy's mouth and hands. She realized she did not want to be noble and good when her alternative was to be sexy and satisfied.
It was incredible to think that all the time they had been friends, Sandy had been lusting for her body. Helen had had no idea of the blonde's desires. It made her tremble to think she had befriended a woman with unnatural designs on her vulnerable body. Trembling with fear and excitement, she knew only that Sandy's touch was something she wanted more of.
When she felt Sandy pulling open her blouse and tugging on her bra, new tremors of anticipation shook her. The first contact of Sandy's hand on her hard nipple sent jolts of pleasure to her cunt that were almost like coming. She moaned and returned her kiss with mounting frenzy. It was so good. She didn't care if it was wrong. Sandy was her friend. She trusted her friend to take good care of her.
Noting that the redhead was abandoning her body tensions with amazing speed, Sandy took quick advantage of her surrender to pleasure. By the first tightness she had felt in Helen's mouth, she knew the redhead was a stranger to love between women. The thought only egged Sandy on in her lust. She broke away from their fierce kiss and dropped her head to Helen's tits. She took first one nipple and then the other into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Helen's moans of delight, her hands stroking her hair, told Sandy she was on a clear course for seduction. The blonde's cunt was throbbing hungrily. She knew what she wanted. She decided to take it now.
She pushed back her chair and dropped to her knees between Helen's thighs. Smiling reassuringly up at the stunned redhead, she pushed up her skirt and stroked the moist strip of the crotchband of Helen's panties. She could feel the younger woman's clit. "Oh, sweetie ... you're so excited, aren't you? Your clit feels so hard, it turns me on! I want to make it feel good, Helen! Will you let me?"
Already the blonde was helping Helen to wriggle out of her panties, and the tipsy redhead could think no farther than the excited pulsing in her cunt. She wanted what Sandy wanted to give her. No matter how depraved such exploring between women might be, Sandy had already shown her she knew how to please her. Helen could not bear the thought of tearing herself away before she had investigated the other thrills Sandy had in mind. Her cunt wanted attention, and her cunt was a tyrant.
She saw Sandy smile at her and she tried to smile back. The gesture collapsed into one of excitement as Sandy began to stroke the wet lips of her cunt. "It's going to feel so good, Helen. I promise you! You like to be hot just like me! We can be good for each other."
"Uuuuhhh...." The blonde was prodding the yielding hole of Helen's cunt. Helen's eyes closed in dreamy surrender and she squirmed her asscheeks closer to the edge of the chair. In lewd rhythm, she jerked her cunt upward in search of more of the inciting caresses.
What she got was more than she bargained for!
"Aaaaiiiieeeee!" Her thighs fell open as wide as they would go. Her cunt nudged hard against the face of the woman who was licking the sensitized lips of her cunt. Helen was filled with delight and confusion. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of lust. In her weakened condition she could only think that it was well worth it. Her body had never felt so intensely, so wantonly alive!
Never in her wildest dreams had Helen thought she would one day he reveling in the forbidden abandon of lesbian love. It had never occurred to her that she could find the passion she had been missing in the arms of another woman. But Sandy's lewd tonguing was stripping her of the last of her reason. It was smothering her in unspeakable delights. Though her husband ate her cunt from time to time, Helen could not remember that it had ever felt so good as it did at this very moment. Sandy was uncovering responses that Helen had never felt before!
"Oh, God! God, lick my cunt like that!" She felt very depraved, sitting with her thighs spread wide, her hair tossed back, her hands gripping the head of the woman who was eating the wet hot juices of her cunt. She felt Sandy's tongue slide round and round the peak of her blood-engorged clit. It slid down at last to probe the heated territory of her cunt-opening. The blonde tonguefucked her to mewling distraction before moving down to prod her vulnerable asshole. The combination of sensations had Helen's brain reeling. She scarcely knew which way was up and she certainly did not care. Not as long as the mouth kept attending to her craving cunt.
For just an instant, Sandy paused over her obscene labors. She gazed up at the flushed, slack-jawed face of her stunned lover. "You're beautiful, Helen! Your cunt tastes so good!" To prove the truth of her words, she immediately returned her lips to Helen's cunt. She nibbled the soft flesh wantonly. She ran her tongue up and down the quivering contours. With every move she made, she drove Helen closer to her climax.
The blonde's energy seemed boundless. She seemed not in the slightest hurry to be done with her lurid task. With moans and quivers of delight, she let Helen know how much she was enjoying eating her cunt. Each time that Helen thought she could not go any higher without completely falling apart, Sandy pulled something new from her bag of tricks. She brought out the greed in Helen that kept her hanging on-for the promise of more erotic joys to come.
Helen caressed Sandy's soft curls as the older woman's head bobbed between her wide-open thighs. She was experiencing what seemed an unnatural attachment to the woman who was freeing her so nicely of the frustrations that had been plaguing her. She wanted to tell Sandy that she loved her for what she was doing, but she did not dare. Even though they were engaged in a wanton act, Helen still feared making some statement that might label her queer. To enjoy might be all right. To go all the way to romantic attachment was too frightening a prospect to play with ... even now, with her cunt pulsing for more and more satisfaction.
"Oh, yeah ... you're making me feel so good, Sandy! God, I needed it so bad! I didn't know how bad I needed it till now!" It was true. Though she gave herself lots of attention, her hands could never replace the input from a sensual stimulating lover. She had forgotten how wonderful it could be to be thoroughly excited. She had started to get that way with Ray when he had stuck his cock in her cunt after her dream. But he had cut her off in the midst of her passion. Left her feeling dry and resentful. Sandy would not do that. She could tell. Sandy would keep on licking and sucking her cunt just as long as Helen needed her to. It was good to know that. It made the excitement all the sweeter to know it would not be choked just at the moment of blooming.
Helen had no idea how long the other woman had been licking and sucking her cunt when finally the flood of release started to move in on her. A lazy smile curled her features as she surrendered to the climax that had been creeping up on her for so long. "Oooooohhhh ... oh, I'm commming!" She held Sandy's face against her cunt until the last of her passion was spent. The throbbing of delight in her cunt went on long after the wrenching orgasm had passed. Her nerve-endings were still painfully sensitized. "God, that was good! I don't believe how good it was!"
She saw her new lover smiling up at her. Sandy was clearly proud of herself for the sensual havoc she had wreaked. "That was really something, Sandy. I never imagined I'd ever experience something like that ... with another woman." She started to feel shy again, now that the urgent passion was over. She looked away from Sandy's eager gaze.
Sandy touched her chin gently and forced her to look at her. "Don't be embarrassed, Helen. Pleasure is good. We deserve it, you and I. Maybe our husbands aren't as hot in the sack as they used to be. That doesn't mean we have to dry up inside."
Hearing words like that about Ray from someone else made Helen defensive. She knew there was truth in what Sandy was saying, but still she felt a fierce loyalty to the man who had been her husband for seven years. "Ray tries. He tries hard. He's a good lover to me. Really!"
Sandy grinned and poured them another drink. Helen awkwardly smoothed down her skirt and retrieved her panties. She stuffed them quickly into her pocket. Sandy handed her a drink. "I think maybe the lady's protesting too much. Okay, so you're loyal to your man. So am I. Hell, I wouldn't be with him if I weren't. But we're just going through different stages right now, Joe and me. He's got his things going, I'm sure of that. Why shouldn't I have mine?"
Helen sipped her B & B thoughtfully. She had never once thought that Ray might have lovers. Her husband seemed so loyal, so practical ... She blushed guiltily. If Ray did have a lover, then she would not have to feel like a traitor for what she was doing. In her dreams. With another woman.
She decided to let herself go on the assumption that Ray might have his flings on the side. After seven years of marriage ... now that she thought about it, it seemed logical.
"I guess you're right, Sandy."
"Sure I'm right." The blonde's eyes twinkled as she drained the last of her drink. "Feel better now?"
"Yes ... Except about one thing...."
"What's that?"
"You made me feel so good. I want to do something for you."
Sandy took her hand and helped her to her feet. "I was hoping you might say that, sweetie. Why don't we go to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?"
The afternoon's lesson went on and on. Helen was barely home in time to fix Ray a dinner of hamburger and salad. Her whole body tingled with her wonderful secret as she watched her husband eat.
CHAPTER FIVE
After she had finished the dinner dishes, Helen still glowed with the erotic excitement of the day's events. She watched her husband settle down in his favorite chair in front of the TV set. It seemed such a waste, she thought. She was still full of sensual energy. Maybe she could get Ray interested. Maybe if she invested some of her extra energy in seducing her husband, he might respond to her. She realized she still wanted there to be something between them. He was such a lovable guy.
Ray did not notice his wife's retreat to the bedroom. He was pleasantly surprised by her appearance when she came out. She was wearing the sheer green nightgown he had bought her for their first wedding anniversary. He had always loved the way she looked in it. He had not seen her wearing it for a long time. Her large firm tits pushed appealingly against the sheer fabric. The fiery red patch of her pussy-hair seemed to glow underneath the transparent covering.
"Hey ... what's my honey thinking about, eh? You look mighty good, Helen. Come over here and let me have a feel!"
She strolled provocatively across the carpet, wiggling her hips in smooth undulating motions that made her pussylips rub against one another. Her pussy was still hot from an afternoon's licking and sucking. Her cunt was so sensitive to any kind of friction that the excitement her walking generated made her bite her lip. Ray saw her sultry expression and thought it was all because of him. He felt his cock lurch inside his trousers.
"Hey, baby!" Television was forgotten. He reached up under his wife's nightgown and grabbed the furry patch of her cunt. Its dampness surprised him. It was as wet as it had been the other night, when he had screwed her ruthlessly. He grinned up at her.
"What have you been thinking about, you little bitch you?" His fingertip taunted her hard clit and slipped down to stroke the fleshy opening to her cunt.
The touch of his hand made Helen's knees tremble. It was taking so little in her present aroused state to drive her to the point of distraction. She humped her pussy forward to catch more of the stimulation from her husband's hand. "Oh, Ray ... that feels so good ... I don't know what it is, darling ... just looking at you tonight is turning me on ... and thinking about that big hard cock of yours!"
As she spoke she saw the bulge in his pants grow to more generous proportions. She grinned to herself. It was working. She was glad. Sandy had been a wonderful lover, but there had been something missing. She needed something to fill her up. Namely, a stiff throbbing cock! "Mmmm ... play with my pussy, lover!"
Ray had never seen his beautiful wife play the vamp to such telling effect. She was almost like a different woman tonight ... vivid, self-assured, reeking sexuality. He couldn't keep his hands off her.
While one hand reached up to grab at her meaty tits, the other stroked more juices from her soft receptive pussy. She bent forward and rubbed her tits against his face. He rammed two fingers up into her steaming cunt. She groaned and threw her head back in ecstasy. She squatted over his lap and worked her cunt up and down over his fingers.
At last they had enough of games. Ray pulled his turgid cock from his fly and waved it at the open gash of his wife's slippery cunt. "Sit on this, baby. It's better than fingers!"
That was invitation enough for Helen. Her teeth gripping her lower lip, she lowered her cunt onto the engorged shaft of Ray's cock. "Uuuuuuuuhhh ... ooooohhhhh!" Her seething cunt was full of throbbing cock! "Oh, God, Ray! It's good!"
At last she was beginning to understand how Sandy could have her fingers in so many pies. The blonde was able to go from the fucking of her husband to a boy-lover, to a woman-lover ... and who knew where else? It had seemed outrageous to Helen that the other woman should be able to switch her appetites so easily. But now she understood.
The more a woman got ... the more she was ready for.
She would never have believed it if anyone had told her. But making love with her girl friend had made her more receptive to her husband's stiff cock! Her body was highly sensitized. She felt like she could keep on fucking forever! And Ray's throbbing cock had never felt so good in her hungry pussy!
Without giving Ray a moment's respite, she raised and lowered her ass energetically over his cock. Her ass writhed from side to side, taking his cock from a new angle each time. Giving herself a new thrill each time. "Mmmmm ... what a nice cock you have, darling!"
Ray was awestruck! His quiet dutiful wife had suddenly erupted into the hottest sexpot that the man had ever seen. His balls were jangling just from watching the trembling sexuality on her lips as she revealed in her up-and-down screwing motion. Her cunt had never been so tight. Had never clung to him so eagerly. His eyes grew very large as he felt the temperature in her wet cunt go up a noticeable ten or twenty degrees.
"Oooooohhh ... oh Ray ... I'm commmming!" Helen smiled dreamily. She kept on raising and lowering her ass, though she was stunned that orgasm had come to her so quickly and easily. Usually she did not even get this far with Ray. This time the ecstasy had just burst out of her unexpectedly, exquisitely. She had been so ready. Sandy had readied her. Sandy, with her tireless tongue and her sweet-tasting cunt!
Trembling with the intensity of her climax and the lurid secret stowed in her sizzling cunt, Helen did her best to maintain the rhythm she had established over her husband's hard cock. It was hard work. Her nerve-endings were vibrating. Her pussy was convulsing with the orgasm that had shattered her from toes to nose. It was difficult for her to detach herself from her pleasure and get down to the business of fucking her husband.
Ray recognized her loss of strength. It pleased him. It made his cock swell to think that his woman had tired herself out on the pulsing pleasures of his filling cock.
Lifting her from his lap, he made her kneel on the rug facing the chair. He pushed her nightgown far up over the undulating half-moons of her ass. Her wanton look as she gazed back at him and begged for his cock thrilled him. He guided his still-growing cock between her buttocks and found his slippery way to her hole. His cock ploughed into wet welcoming cunt. "Uuuuuhhh ... Christ, it blows my mind how wet you've been getting lately, honey!" He thrust into her cunt so far that that his balls slapped against her asscheeks. He liked the sound.
Helen was so immersed in her wanton abandon that she could barely focus her eyes. Her head lolled from side to side as she crooned to the repeated onslaught of her husband's inflated cock. It was so perfect! After an afternoon of Sandy's mouth caressing her vulnerable pussy, it was like icing on the cake to take her husband's relentless cock deep into her cunt. She was awed by the way Ray kept fucking her and fucking her. Her thirty-seven-year-old husband had never seemed such a titan of sexual prowess!
She realized her own abandon had inspired her husband to greater feats of eroticism. It seemed that letting her girl friend seduce her had been the best thing that had ever happened to Helen's marriage! She and Ray were hornier for each other as a result. Of course Ray did not know why. He was simply enjoying the wanton results!
It had been a long time since Helen had felt so happy and carefree with her husband. She thought she had never enjoyed the stretching girth of his cock as much as she was right now. While she wiggled her ass in wild inviting circles, Ray struggled to hold onto her hips just enough to get his cock safely buried inside her cunt. Again, again, and again!
The cool evening air washed over her asscheeks and made goose bumps on her smooth flesh. It was an added thrill that made Helen squirm harder. She thrust her pussy back onto her husband's cock with feverish purpose. She felt the tip of his cock collide with her vulnerable cervix. In her aroused state, the contact was an extremely stimulating one. He was fucking her all the way to her core! Opening her up as she had never been opened before!
While she moaned in time to Ray's cock-stroking, her confused brain entertained inciting visions of the wide-open gash of Sandy's wet pink cunt. It had been a little frightening for Helen at first to stick her tongue between those hair-lined pussylips. But the first taste of Sandy's piquant sexual juices drew her in like a magnet. Just the thought of the perversion she was engaging in had driven her on in her lust. She had made Sandy come again and again. It had been a heady experience.
The novelty of her sexual episode with Sandy was what had driven Helen to her evening's arousal. She had felt her loins surging with a new power. She had met a forbidden test of her sexuality and passed it with flying colors. She had new confidence. It had seemed absurd to her after her lovemaking with Sandy that she could not win the laurels of passion from fucking her husband. She had set herself a goal in seducing Ray. To make it better. To rekindle the fire that had once blazed high for them.
She was doing it! She was succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Helen did not know when she had ever felt so fulfilled. In one day, she was discovering a whole new world of sexual maturity. She was becoming a new woman ... a mature, sensual, desirable woman.
The jerky rhythm of Ray's cock gliding into her cunt told Helen that he was about to come. She did not mind. In fact, she welcomed the prospect of taking his hot juices into her spasming cunt. "Oh, Ray, darling ... your cock's getting even bigger in my cunt! God, you're going to come, aren't you? Come in my cunt! I want to feel your cum in my cunt!"
Her obscene invitation put more fuel on the bonfire in Ray's balls. He watched the smooth ivory contours of her ass shimmy to one side and the other as he plied the wet hole of her cunt with his iron-hard cock. His fingers caressed her shapely hips, relishing the beauty of the woman who was his and his alone! His own gorgeous wife! Ray realized he was one hell of a lucky guy! He had heard that women reached their sexual peak as they approached thirty. Clearly Helen was shedding some inhibitions, getting to know the fertile depths of her sexuality. She had never been so raunchy as she was this evening. The big man looked forward to a stimulating future with a woman who was learning to let out all the stops on her craving eroticism. "Beautiful, honey! You've got the most beautiful big ass in the whole fucking world ... oh, yeah, move that thing! Jee-zus, you're inspired, Helen! You're doing it to me! Shit ... I'm coming!"
The redhead thrust her ass back hard against his belly and sucked up his juices with her greedy cuntlips. She could feel the heated moisture coating her cunt. It was such a sensual feeling, it made her pussy begin to pulse in ecstatic celebration. She had a cuntful of erupting cock and it was making her come again! "Aaaaiiieeee ... oh, Ray, it's sooo good to come!"
A crazy grimace distorting her features, she fell forward against the chair and took Ray with her. Both were exhausted. Both were very moved by the new closeness they had achieved at the height of their sensual self-discovery.
When at last he managed to stagger to his feet, Ray went over to the television set and turned it off. His flaccid cock still hung from his fly. He grinned at the sultry interest with which his wife watched it. "Who needs TV when I've got me a honey like you? What say we open ourselves a bottle of good wine and make a real night of it! When it's all over, I've got a surprise for you, too!"
Helen perked up. Ray was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Obviously he was bursting to tell her something, but using his secret knowledge like ammunition to keep her in suspense. "What is it, Ray? Tell me!" She crawled over to him and looked up at him appealingly. Her curly red hair was a wild disheveled mane around her face. Her lips were full and red with passion.
Ray was struck with a lewd idea. He grabbed hold of his limp cock and waved it at her. "Do a nice job of licking my cock clean ... and maybe I'll tell you!"
"Oh, Ray, don't tease me!" She was impatient to know the news, but she was intrigued, too, with the idea of licking their combined juices from her husband's cock. His shaft was already growing with excitement.
Raising up on her knees she opened her mouth wide and took Ray's cock to the hilt. The flavor of her pussy was there on the head. It reminded her of the way Sandy's pussy had tasted that afternoon.
Helen found herself getting lost in the alluring web of arousal....
When she had finally swallowed a throatful of hot cum, Ray relented and told her his secret. "Your old man is salesman of the year, sweetheart! And guess what the prize is? A week in Las Vegas, all expenses paid!"
Helen glowed with excitement. A whole week away from the same old grind, in an environment created solely for pleasure! That was what she needed! What both of them needed! It would be like a second honeymoon!
"When do we leave?"
"Monday morning." She had not expected it to be so soon, but she was ready. Already she sensed it would be a week to remember.
"Oh, Ray, I love you!" Once again her husband was her lover. With his hard cock and his exciting surprise, he had won back all his wife's devotion. Even the memories of Sandy's squirming cunt faded in the face of Ray's tireless cock. When Helen fell asleep at dawn, she was totally exhausted. She did not think she could fuck one more time. It was a damned good feeling. A completely satisfied cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
Las Vegas did not turn out to be everything Helen had expected. The redheaded housewife had been anticipating a dizzying round of champagne breakfasts, Jacuzzis and fucking. She had expected that she and Ray would be totally absorbed in each other, rediscovering each other's spirits and bodies.
But Ray found something else to get absorbed in. Gambling. Helen would never have expected it. Her husband had always been very cautious about the way he spent his money. He had plans for their future.
The company had given Ray five hundred dollars in gambling money. He decided to invest it in baccarat. He told Helen the odds against the house were highest there, which meant his chances of winning should be best. Helen was nervous, but she figured it was found money anyway. Ray could get the curiosity out of his system. Then they could go upstairs and fuck. Maybe later they could catch one of the big shows. It sounded heavenly.
As it turned out, they stayed in the casino until almost four in the morning. Ray was on a winning streak for a while, and the excitement seemed to do something to him. Even when he wasn't winning any more, he just kept on playing. By four o'clock he was two hundred dollars behind. His wife was bored and hurt and angry, but he did not even seem to notice.
"I figure I can grab me four or five hours sleep. I'll be fresh then. Tomorrow I know I can get back on that winner."
Panic began to choke Helen. A whole week of being a gambler's widow? She couldn't stand it. It was not what she had come to Vegas for! "What's gotten into you, Ray? I've never seen you gamble before!"
He smiled sheepishly at his wife before he turned out the light. "I got hooked on it when I was a young guy before I met you. I never told you about it because I figured it was part of my past. I'm having fun now though, Helen. Just one week isn't going to hurt me any. You understand, don't you, honey?"
She softened to the sound of appeal in his voice. Her cunt was hot and ready. Maybe now they would get down to fucking.
But Ray turned away from her and fell asleep. Helen was left with a frustrated cunt and a drooping ego. She had thought a new era had dawned in her marriage. Now it seemed it had only been a momentary flash in the same old rut. They were away from home on a vacation. But nothing was really different from what it had been before she discovered her latent sexuality and its powers. Once again she was facing the seemingly insurmountable differences between herself and her husband.
Making one more stab at being a good sport, Helen went to the casino with her husband in the morning. He was so absorbed in his game, there seemed no real need for her presence. She realized she had still been hoping something might change. She knew now it was not going to. Ray had found his passion for the week!
The redhead spent a couple of hours wandering around, looking at souvenirs, admiring the beautiful people. Time weighed heavy on her. Bored and disgruntled, she decided to go back up to the room for a nap. She called room service for a bottle of wine and a seafood salad. When a knock came at the door, she had already changed back into her terry robe. She thought nothing of answering the door in her nightclothes. She knew hired help in Las Vegas was used to all kinds of sights.
The boy who was waiting with her tray did not seem the least bit surprised by the alluring sight Helen made in her carelessly draped robe that showed a wide swath of lush cleavage. He stood staring blatantly at her tits until Helen finally spoke.
"I'm glad you're here. I'm starving," she said. There was a time when Helen would have resented such unseemly attention from a strange man-or boy-which was closer to what the bellhop was. She was surprised and a little amused by her reaction this time. Her pussy throbbed with excitement. Without thinking twice, she wiggled her hips provocatively as she led the boy into the room and showed him where to set the tray.
The bellhop still had not said a word. While Helen fumbled in her purse for some change, he held his hand out mechanically and continued to stare. He started to speak. "I, uh ... I...."
The redhead had dropped her keys from her purse. She bent down to pick them up, then continued to rummage for change. It was a while before she realized one tit had fallen out of her robe. The sight of her smooth pink-tipped globe was what had taken the boy's tongue.
She started to cover herself up, but her hand froze in mid-air. Her common sense began to argue with her conscience. She had nothing to look forward to but a boring afternoon and maybe an evening of watching TV or sleeping. The boy was sending her body language that made her pussy grow wet and her nipples get hot and hard. He was offering her a diversion from her frustrating boredom. Why shouldn't she let him have what he so obviously craved? She could at least let him touch her tits. His fingers were opening and closing in eager self-restraint. Did she dare give him the go-ahead?
For a few short days, Helen had let herself believe that she would never again need any lover but Ray. Their lovemaking had improved so drastically in such a short period of time, it had not seemed an unreasonable expectation. But now Helen felt as if she had been cheated. This trip had been important to her, too, even if it had been Ray's capacity as a salesman that had got it for them. Helen deserved the high time she had been anticipating. Of course it would be better if she could enjoy it with Ray, but ... the boy was awfully cute.
Her rationalizations started to come thick and. fast. She remembered how her passion after being with Sandy had acted like a fuse to rekindle Ray's interest in her and hers in him. Maybe, she thought, if she let the boy get her good and hot, she would be so sexy and appealing to her husband he would forget all about the dumb gambling.
After all, how could she seduce her husband effectively when she was fuming with anger and frustration?
She just knew the handsome bellboy could help to mellow her out!
Her mind was made up even before she realized it. She sat on the bed and kicked off her highheeled slippers. The boy watched her and smiled just a little. Helen could see he knew what she was getting at. She wondered if he thought she was a loose woman. She found she did not care what he thought. She was more interested in the thick bulge that was stretching the front of his uniform.
"I was wondering if you might like to sit down and talk to me for a few minutes. I'm awfully lonely, and that's no way to be in Las Vegas, is it? Not when I'm surrounded by all these people having a good time!"
At last he found his voice and the courage to sit down next to her and place a hand on her knee. "No, Ma'am." He was smiling deep into her green eyes. Helen realized that his suspicion that she was going to be receptive to his advances had cured his shyness. He was confident of his prey. He squeezed her knee. "You sure are pretty, Ma'am. No one so pretty should feel bad about being lonely. 'Cause no one so pretty has to be lonely if she doesn't want to."
The hot throbbing in her pussy was making Helen reckless. It seemed so safe to seduce a boy who was an employee in a huge hotel. She would never have to see him again if she didn't want to. And if she did ... well, it would be just like having her own gardener for the week. She would not have to feel jealous of Sandy getting more than she was. She would not even have to be angry with her husband. "Would you suck my titties, please? It would make me feel so much better."
Quivering at her boldness, she pulled her robe open to reveal the rounded orbs of her high-set, pink-domed tits. She lay back on the satin bedspread, her red hair fanned out around her face, her tits thrusting upward in search of attention.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am! I sure would!" The bellhop took a fleshy tit-mound in each hand and stared greedily, his fingers kneading the ripe flesh as he sucked.
Helen closed her eyes and reveled in the lewd pleasure jolting through her every nerve-ending. Not only did the mouth on her breast feel intensely good, there was the added thrill of doing something dangerous and depraved. Though it was un-likely, there was always the chance that her husband would leave his gambling and come up to the room. And even if he didn't, it was intensely exciting to feel her sensitive nipples being sucked on by a man who was not her husband. The boy was no older than the boy friends Helen had known in high school before she met Ray. It was as if she were tearing eight or nine years off the calendar, taking with her the erotic knowledge she possessed as a twenty-six-year-old.
"Oohh ... oohh my tit feels so nice! Yes, like that! Do the other one now! Aaaahhhhh!" His tongue was setting up a straight line of stimulation to her throbbing cunt. She began to squirm her pussy-mound feverishly as she wriggled under the boy's mouth. His lips and tongue were so tender and moist, yet they bore the mark of experience. He knew exactly how to get the gut-wrenching responses from her squirming body. Helen wondered for an instant how many other frustrated wives the boy had fucked. The thought of the depravity, the anonymity of what they were doing thrilled her. She did not know his name. He did not know hers. She liked it that way. It was raw and gutsy and unspeakably thrilling.
"Ooohh ... oooooohhh ... what you're doing to me, darling! God, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!"
The boy knew exactly what he had on his hands. He had seen it before. A beautiful woman with an unappreciative husband and lot of time on her hands. He had made a lot of conquests of women who were just plain bored with life. He liked to think that he had rescued them from their boredom for just a little while, the way he was doing with this sexy-looking redhead.
He was still fondling her tits. His tongue swirled round and round the hardened nipples, provoking them to aching peaks of delight. He knew her pussy must be a sopping swamp of excitement by now. His cock throbbed at the prospect of fucking her sweet eager cunt-hole. But first he had another pleasure in mind. Now that she was warbling in mindless abandon, he wanted his cock in her mouth. Nothing excited him more than to watch a beautiful strange woman suck his hard cock.
He moved up on his knees to her head and squatted over her face. He opened his fly and let his turgid cock bob above her nose. There was awe and eagerness in her wide green eyes, and her pussy was churning into the air even more impatiently than it had before. He knew she wanted his cock in her mouth. With that knowledge, he could afford to tease her a little.
"How do you feel, Ma'am? That fire-red pussy of yours is sure beating the air! You got any requests? Anything special you'd like?"
His voice still had not taken on the full authority of manhood, but his words had all the rousing stimulation of a grown man. Helen imagined herself sucking the cock of a boy she had first laid eyes on only a few minutes before. The idea seemed incredibly perverted, and for that reason it made the juices gush from her pussy. The gaming tables seemed so far away now that she had something really gripping to captivate her attention.
Her tongue darted out and licked the underside of his cock. She heard him grunt, but he raised his hips a little so she could no longer quite reach his bloated cock-shaft. She groaned with frustration.
The boy was enjoying her eager hunger. It made his balls tingle to tease her, to watch her growing tense with her need. "What's the matter, beautiful? What do you want? Tell me!"
She knew he wanted her to submit to the ultimate degradation of begging to be allowed to suck his swollen cock. Though her rational mind-what remained of it at the moment-rebelled at sinking so low before a perfect stranger, her pussy-juices surged at the thought of squirming, debased and desperate, begging for the cock she craved so wantonly. She heard herself beg. She trembled with a new masochistic excitement. "Let me suck your cock, lover. Oh, please ... please I want to suck that big hard cock of yours!"
With her mewling pleas ringing in his ears, the bellboy leaned forward and fed her the bulging head of his cock. The way his cock was aching for satisfaction, he could not have held out another minute. He had heard her obscene plea. It had been a moment he would relish later in his dreams. It made his balls swell with pride to be so much in charge of the woman.
"Aiiee! Cripes, what a mouth!" The boy had had a lot of experience with women older and more skilled than himself. They had taught him everything they knew. He had thought there was not much more for him to learn.
But the way the voracious redhead was sucking on his blood-inflamed cock was adding a whole new chapter to his book of experience. Her lips and tongue were amazingly supple. They seemed to be able to do four or five different things at once-all aimed at exciting the bloody hell out of him. He felt like a raw kid again. He knew he had better sit back and take notice. The redhead was going to teach him some new tricks.
But he did not exactly sit back. Instead, he shoved his cock as far as he could get it into her open craving throat. He listened to her gags and gurgles of abandon as he pulled out and shoved it to her again. Her tongue managed to wind its way around his cock-shaft. It nudged him in the most sensitive place beneath his cock-head. Her lips hovered like butterflies over his flesh, then closed tight and coated him with honey-love in a rhythmic rising and falling grip that never stopped.
He knew the guys would not believe him when he told them about the greed of the lady in 602. They would want to believe though. They would probably even want to have a go at her themselves. The boy swelled with pride at the thought that he had fucked her first. He knew that, because otherwise the word would have been all over the hotel by now. The guys had a silent code of "share the wealth." After all, there was a lot of it around, and variety was the spice of life. It was one of the side benefits that brought young men to such a place to work.
His breath was coming in halting gasps as he struggled to fuck her mouth with his cock. He could not believe her tireless energy. Even though she was lying helplessly beneath him, she managed to work her head in amazing ways to increase the pleasure. Her cunt never stopped jerking into the air, looking for the cock that was still pummeling her willing lips. While he fed his hard cock to her mouth, he thought about conquering the heated charms of her cunt.
He reached for the slit between her thighs and caressed the wet furrow. Just as he had expected, it was sopping wet. The feel of her kinky pussy-hair and her hot wet cunt made his cock lurch to fuller dimensions. "Christ, you're wet, Ma'am! This cunt feels like it's hungry for a good fucking!"
Her mouth wide open to take the repeated intrusions of the boy's stiff cock, Helen heard his lewd words and shivered with impatient hunger. His hand felt so good on her cunt. Much as she was enjoying the servile thrill of sucking his cock, she wanted some thick satisfaction for her heated cunt. The very thought of what his cock would feel like stretching her pussy-walls made her feverish with need.
She was sucking his cock so hard, it was almost hurting. The near-pain only made him more eager to batter her willing mouth with his cock. He shoved his cock between her lips over and over again, while his juice-slickened fingers caressed her cunt. He promised himself just one more suck, just one more lick ... then at last he made the difficult decision to desert her mouth for the warmth of her cunt.
He did not regret the move for a minute. "Uuuuuhhh...."
The redhead felt the pulsing staff of his cock probe deep into her hot cunt. She opened her thighs wide to take his cock-into her cunt as far as she could get it. Her legs wrapped around his back and she held him tightly. Her position demanded that he fuck her, and that was exactly what he did. His pace grew more furious than it had been into her mouth. Her cunt was so hot, so tight, so greedy. He immersed his senses in slaving for the spasming pleasure of that hot welcoming hole.
The cock in her pussy felt so good that Helen could not even think of pacing herself, of holding anything back. She pulled his cock into her cunt. She hurtled her pussy up to meet him with her clenching ass-muscles. She held him tight against her chest, covering his face with kisses, moaning into his mouth. "Oooooohhh ... you're so good for meeee! You're making me feel so ni-i-i-ce!"
Astounded at the heaving need of the woman whose cunt was clasping his cock with such heated ferocity, the boy drove his cock into her pussy over and over again. He was no more in control of himself now than the woman was. He only wanted to follow the lure of pleasure where it so obviously wanted to lead him. He wanted to lay claim to the teasing orgasm that threatened to explode in his brain and body at any moment.
"Jeez, I've never screwed anything like this! Never!"
It was a crude compliment, but Helen ate it up. The bellboy was giving her the attention she had expected from her husband on their vacation. She had felt even more miserable than she had wanted to admit about Ray's seeming indifference to her expectations for the week. The boy was making the hurt go away. He was giving her his hard filling cock to bridge the gap in her boring day. She was so grateful to him. Grateful for the unyielding pleasure of his steamrolling cock!
"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhh, I'm commmming!" She had not felt it coming, but all of a sudden it was on her with tidal wave force. She clung to him. Her cunt spasmed helplessly around his cock.
The hot clasp of her climaxing cunt on his cock frazzled the boy's senses. He had no choice but to come. To shoot his spurting load deep into the molten depths of her cunt. "Uh ... God, that's good!"
He lay on her for a few minutes, soaking in the pleasure that flooded over him. Her legs were still wrapped around his ass. Her arms still held him tight. She seemed to be dozing. Her eyes were closed. Only when he tried to stand up did they open. "Mmmm ... you sure do that nice," she murmured. Her sultry stare told him she was interested in keeping him around for a while.
"So do you, Ma'am. But I've got to get back to work ... dang it!" He grinned apologetically as he straightened his uniform.
Helen was feeling reckless and a little cruel. She knew she had just stooped pretty low-seducing a strange boy to satisfy her selfish needs. But she was damned if she was going to feel guilty. She was damned if she was going to let the boy know she was sorry he was leaving. "That's okay, lover. I'm sure this hotel has plenty of cooperative boys like you!"
He was less vulnerable than she had thought. "It sure does, Ma'am. And lots of easy ladies like you."
Helen was feeling older than she ever had before. She realized there was such a gap of experience and wanted emotion between her and the boy. He was playing for fun. She had been playing for higher stakes-to make up for something she was not getting from her marriage. It was a turn-on to fuck a stranger. But it was lonely, too. Because there was no caring afterward. Obviously, the boy was not at the stage where he needed that yet.
"Touche, handsome. Say, would you do me one last favor before you go?"
The boy reached down and stroked her wet cunt. She had not bothered to pull her robe around her. She lay wanton and sultry on the satin spread. "Anything for you, beautiful."
"Open that wine for me, will you? You're going to be a tough act to follow, and I don't think my husband will be up for hours yet."
"This is good wine. It should make you feel better."
"I'm sure it will. I'm just going to lie here and think of your stiff cock. Whatever your name is, I'm glad we met."
"Me, too, Ma'am. Me, too."
CHAPTER SEVEN
In a strange way, Helen felt as if she were losing touch with herself ... at least with the self she had always recognized.
Little by little, the redhead was allowing herself to slip into the forbidden world of sexuality that lies below the surface of society. The things people don't talk about, at least not when they were talking about themselves.
First it had been a woman. After exploring the depraved excitement of letting another woman eat her cunt, she had dared to do the same to the woman. The fuck with her husband afterward had been more adventurous, more intense than they had ever had. She had seen a part of that new self then.
But now, after seducing the bellhop, she was even less recognizable to herself. She lay naked on the bed after the boy had gone, drinking wine and fantasizing about getting more and more sex. All that she might ever want or need. It was no longer as difficult for her to imagine putting her fantasies into action. She felt rather scornful of the cowardice she had suffered when she first contemplated taking a lover. It had been so easy, when she got right down to it. All she had had to do was lie on her back and ask an interested boy to suck her tits. He had taken it from there.
Much to her tingling satisfaction. Her pussy was still throbbed when she recalled the raw thrill of fucking with a stranger ... even hours later when she awoke from a wine-induced doze to discover her husband was sleeping next to her.
"So ... you're back," she mumbled sarcastically.
Ray was not sleeping so soundly as she had thought. "Huh? Wha-?"
Quickly Helen reached for his beefy body and began to stroke his muscular ass, then grope around for his cock. She felt his hand reach for hers and pull it gently but firmly away from his balls.
"Too tired now, honey ... tomorrow...."
She rolled onto her back and smiled secretly to herself. That was exactly what she had expected. He was too tired from his day's gaming. It was a vindication of her shameless behavior with the boy. If it had not been for his eager efforts, she would have had to go to sleep frustrated again tonight. As it was, she could have handled another good solid cock-stroking. But she had her dreams to keep her warm. And the tingling memories of reality to keep her craving down to a slow burn.
When she awoke again. Ray was dressed. A tray of champagne and French rolls sat by the bed. Ray pointed at it and smiled. "I remember you said you'd like champagne in bed. So here it is."
"Thank you, Ray." She watched him head for the door. "Aren't you going to join me?"
"No ... that stuff would only cloud my head. I've got the pot up to almost two thousand dollars, Helen. If I get myself really going, we may go home with the down payment on a new house."
Helen watched in disgust as the door closed behind him. "Who the hell wants a champagne breakfast for one?" she grumbled. For a moment, she felt like smashing the bottle on the floor. But she thought better of it. She poured herself a bubbling glass and began to nibble on a roll. The bottle was half empty when she called down to room service. She wanted coffee, she told the voice at the other end of the line. But her tingling cunt was saying something else. Her need was far greater than a cup of coffee. She hoped the bellhop who brought her coffee would be as cooperative as yesterday's boy had been.
She grinned mischievously, tipsily, as she contemplated the calculated wantonness she was exercising. What she had just done, in effect, was to call room service for her morning ration of fucking. Nothing so bold would ever have occurred to the Helen she had been a few days before. She grinned to herself and snuggled down under the blankets. She was naked, and her pussy was throbbing hotly. A lecherous grin curled the corners of her mouth as she wondered what the boy bringing her coffee would think if he knew what was waiting for him.
The prospect of adventure made her heart beat fast when she heard the knock at the door. "Come in." She let the blankets slip down so about two-thirds of her lush cleavage was exposed to view. She wanted her caller to be very much aware that she was naked under the covers.
The boy who entered the room was taller and a little older than yesterday's bellhop. He grinned eagerly. There was no touch of shyness in the bold gaze that settled with lusty interest on her tits. "Shall I close the door, Ma'am?"
"Yes, please. Maybe you can help me pour the coffee. I've been tippling champagne, and I'm afraid I might spill." The bubbly alcohol was racing through her system, fogging her head and wetting her pussy. She was very pleased with her room service. He was handsome. She thought she saw a stirring of life in the crotch of his trousers before he turned and latched the door. "My, you're not taking any chances, are you?" Her cunt pulsed as she realized the youth obviously intended to stay awhile.
He sat on the edge of the bed and poured her coffee. At the same moment that he turned to look at her, his hand reached for the big tits peeking over the top of the blankets. "You're beautiful ... you know that, don't you?"
His hand was like a branding iron on the tits of the horny woman. She wriggled under the covers and closed her eyes for an instant. She could feel the rush of pleasure "that started at her tits and charged down to taunt her hardening clit. She opened her eyes and grinned mischievously. "Now aren't you being a little naughty? What makes you think I'm going to let you play with my titties?" She made no move to stop the hand from groping under the covers and squeezing her taut nipples. "Uuhh!"
"A friend of mine mentioned you might be the kind of lady who could use some special attention." Emboldened by her sighs of surrender, he pulled the blankets down to her waist and stared openly at her tits. "Was my friend wrong?" Before she had a chance to reply, he leaned down and began to suck eagerly. His hand squirmed under the blankets and stroked the wet hairy slit of her cunt.
Helen realized the boy who had fucked her the day before must have been talking about her to his co-workers. The idea of a group of horny boys discussing her sexual charms excited her champagne-weakened nerves to a state of feverish excitement. If such a thing had happened back home, she would have worried about her reputation and social standing. Ray might find out, and then who knows what would happen. Here, she felt safe. Even if Ray barged in on them, she felt it would not be as terrible. His honor would not be scarred either, because no one he knew would know. She wondered if it might not even turn him on....
There was no more time left to worry about what might turn Ray on. The boy was doing things to her that had her holding her breath with hot anticipation.
Not content to confine himself to sucking the sensual older woman's tits, he had begun to work his mouth down over her smooth firm belly. The covers were all the way down to her knees by now, and her red-capped cunt was open and vulnerable to his urgent mouth-assault.
Helen scarcely dared breathe as she watched his lips get closer and closer to her sensitized pussy mound. No one had tongued her pussy since Sandy had done such a greedy job on it. She was dying to feel a hot supple tongue sucking the folds of her craving cunt. "Ooooohhh, yessss ... it's wonderful! Don't stop! Don't stop now!"
Her plaintive cry brought the boy's cock to full erection. He had been teasing her, putting off the ultimate moment when he would savor her moist cunt-furrow with his prodding tongue. Her obvious eagerness made him as impatient for the first moment of ecstasy as she was. Pushing her thighs wide apart, he crouched between them and drank in the appealing sight she made. Her belly and tits were heaving. Her pussy gaped a gleaming pink between the red-furred borders of her cunt. "Ooo-ee ... do I want to get me a taste of this sweet pussy!"
Reveling in the depraved position into which the boy had pushed her, Helen pulled her thighs just a little farther apart, until she could feel the air attacking her pussy-hole. She was intensely excited. She did not want another minute to pass before she felt his tongue on her cunt. "Do it to meee! Eat my pussy! Pleee-ze!"
The boy was impressed. His friend's report of the woman's lechery was gospel truth. The bellhop grinned when he remembered the scepticism with which the other boys had greeted his friend's story at dinner the night before. Yet they had all tried to get the assignment to room 602 when the call for coffee came. He had been the lucky man! He was going to make the most of the golden opportunity that lay before him!
He licked his lips and shoved his face into the hairy thatch of her cunt. His tongue poked through the kinky red hair and struck the fleshy pinnacle of her aroused clit.
"Aaaaiiieeeee! Oh, God!" She jerked her cunt up into the boy's face as the first shock-waves of passion shook her to the roots of her being. He responded by swirling his tongue tauntingly around the hard tip of her clit. The more wantonly she wriggled and moaned, the more energetically his tongue attacked her sensitized pleasure button.
The boy was discovering that it was work to keep up with the urgent demands of the redhead in 602. He did his best to keep up with her flailing and wailing. It was not easy. But the effort was well worth the stimulating results. It made his cock throb to new rock-hardness to hear her crying for more of his lewd tongue-strokes.
"Mmmmm ... your pussy tastes good," he moaned into her furry snatch. The taste of her cunt was making him hotter than hell. He buried his face in it, letting it fill his senses. With feverish abandon, his tongue began to lick urgent trails up from her asshole to the tip of her clit. He poked his way up into the yielding entrance to her pussy. His cock lurched when he felt her cunt-muscles clasp right around the hot intrusion of his tongue. He could not help imagining what that fleshy clutch would feel like on the sensitive girth of his cock.
Helen bent her legs and pulled her feet back all the way to her asscheeks. Her snatch was wide open to the boy's hungry attentions. Holding herself so wantonly vulnerable before him added to the stimulation of his probing tongue and nibbling lips. The pleasure never stopped sizzling through her loins. Her clit was wound up so tight, it felt like it would take only one little stab more before she was sent into a spinning swan-dive of release. The idea of coming to the tireless goading of his tongue made her tremble all over. She could feel herself starting to come. He had pushed her that one little stab more!
"Aaaaaggghhhhh! I'm-m-m commmmming-gg!"
Dizzy with pleasure that he had made the woman come with his tongue, the boy continued to lap the juices from her aroused cunt until she had passed the writhing peak of her passion. Even as she was still squirming her pussy into his face, he was unfastening his pants, pulling out the firm rod of his engorged cock.
Vaguely aware of the boy's movement over her, Helen was too absorbed in her orgasm to realize what was in store for her until it happened. His cock stormed its way into the heated depths of her cunt. It was an incredible assault of excitement, coming at a moment when every nerve-ending was wide open and vulnerable. The pleasure possessed her before she had had a chance to close any of the channels for sensory stimulation. Before his thick cock had started its second trip into her cunt, she felt herself coming again! "Oooohh, my-y God! It's unbelievable! Aaaahhhhh! Your cock ... your cock feels sooooo good!"
It was a heady experience for a young man, even one who had had his share of experience. To feel the woman's cunt-walls clenching around his cock in her second attack of the orgiastic delight shattered a good deal of the youth's self-control. He had had his ideas about how he was going to fuck the sexy redhead: now take it slow, now give it to her rough, now hold out and wait for her to beg for it. But his well-laid plans were thrown by the wayside as he fell prey to an overwhelming urge to fuck the daylights out of her. He wanted to ram his cock again and again deep into the hot hole that had yielded twice to the skilled assaults of his ardent fucking. He wanted to feel his own pleasure flowing unchecked through his loins. He wanted to milk his ecstasy out of her, the way she had from him!
"God, I've never had a cunt like yours, lady! Never!"
Again, Helen had a boy who was a stranger fucking her hot cunt and heaping obscene compliments upon her. What she had first rationalized as a way to ease her frustration so she could come on more effectively to her husband had become an obvious self-indulgence for the vacationing housewife. She was no longer thinking about how she could abuse her husband's gambling-obsessed libido. She was thinking only about the depraved thrill of making a simple call to room service and ending up with a willing young male heaping untold measures of wanton pleasure upon her receptive body. She no longer cared what Ray did with himself for the rest of the week. As long as she had her pleasure ... lots and lots of it ... making her clit hard, her nipples swollen, her pussy wet and glowing with fiery hunger.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me, lover!" Her big green eyes stared crazily at the ceiling as she lunged her cunt up to climb the tireless pole of the boy's cock. She grabbed at the soft material of his uniform jacket and clawed at it wildly. She was wild with lust, with ricocheting pleasure, with the feverish joy of total abandon. It seemed the deeper she got into her self-indulgence, the greater grew her capacity for enjoyment. It was as if she were challenging herself to aim for higher and higher peaks.
The woman's frenzy was driving the boy to panting extremes of effort. He was giving her wet pussy everything he had. His cock was ploughing deep into her clinging cunt time after time with reckless abandon. The bellhop was past the point where he had any inkling of how to pace himself.
He had set himself free to the powers of passion. When he felt like he had to come, he would just let it happen!
The writhing bleating creature that the redhead had become was doing everything in her power to drive the boy past the limits. It was when her cunt began to convulse in its third orgasm of the morning that the boy felt ready to come. It started as a trickle and ended with a thick hot cuntful of cum for the lady in 602.
"Uuuuuuuhhh ... I don't ... I can't believe it ... I'm coming! I'm coming again!"
"Uh, lady! You're too much! It feels great to dump my wad in your pussy!" With that burst of tribute, the boy collapsed on top of the sweating, mewling woman. His wet cock slipped slowly from the interior of her cunt. "Wow!"
When at last she struggled out from under her latest lover, Helen realized she was still tipsy from the champagne. And hot from the exciting burst of passion that still had her cunt tingling. She looked wistfully at the boy who had rolled onto his side next to her. "What a pity you have to go back to work now," she said, remembering the regret she had experienced the day before when the other boy had left her still wanting more.
He reached down and stroked the sopping slit of her pussy. "I think I can squeeze out another half-hour."
Helen's cunt responded at once to the boy's hand. She wriggled down against it and felt the demanding tremors start up once again. "Can you really?" Her green eyes glowed. Her wanton need was totally out of proportion. She simply wanted to soak up all the pleasure her cunt could hold.
"Yeah. Hell, what's a job compared to another half-hour with a lady like you!" He started to pull off his clothes, urgently, haphazardly.
His enthusiasm fired Helen's. It made her feel very sensual to know how impressed the boy was with her. She felt as if she wanted to gobble him up with her hunger. She lay back and spread her thighs again. "You're sexy, lover. Let's fuck some more."
He pushed her over onto her belly. "I want to fuck you from behind this time."
She let him have his way. Not for a moment did she regret it. The animal thrill of kneeling in front of the boy while he fucked her to a shrieking orgasm was a fitting conclusion to a wanton episode. Her pussy still pulsed hotly even after he was gone.
The champagne lasted Helen for the rest of the afternoon. She used it to feed her imagination, to figure out new depraved excitement. She realized she was getting pretty much out-of-control. She had almost forgotten the frustration that had first driven her to the arms of another lover-a woman. Now she was interested purely in pleasure for its own sake. She had almost forgotten she needed a reason. She champagne seemed reason enough. Or the fact that she was in a fun city like Las Vegas, where you didn't really need a reason anyway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next time Helen saw her husband it was early the following morning. She groaned grumpily when she felt him pushing her over to make room in the bed. When she opened her eyes and realized how discouraged and exhausted Ray looked, she pushed herself up in bed and pulled him into her arms. She felt a trifle guilty. Things had suddenly been reversed between them. Now it was she who was enjoying Las Vegas so much, and Ray who was feeling blue.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"Ah ... nothing...." He closed his eyes and pretended to be falling asleep. At last his conscience seemed to get to him and he looked up into the concerned face of his wife. "I lost it, Helen ... almost everything I'd won. Now I'm back to only two hundred dollars again."
The redhead felt a tremor of hope. Maybe now her husband would give up his gaming and spend the rest of the vacation enjoying his wife. The delusion did not stay with her for long. "Don't worry though, honey. I've got something else up my sleeve."
"What, Ray?" Her voice was flat, uninterested.
"I met a guy at the tables last night. Says he can get me into an exclusive poker game down the street. Poker always was my best game. I'm sure I can get myself back up there if I just get myself good and ready. So...." He looked apologetically at his wife. " ... I hope you understand, honey. I'm not feeling very sexy. I know you must be getting awful horny, but sometimes it's like this when I get myself all worked up in my game."
Helen felt a little contemptuous of the man who had promised her a new dawning in their sex life and had given her only a lot of time on her hands. It had been time, she had to admit, that she had put to good use. But she felt a touch of sadness that she had to get what she needed from boys she did not even know. She was angry with her husband for making her the way she was. "That's okay, Ray. You earned your vacation. You're doing what you want to do with it."
"Why don't you come down and watch me play tonight, honey? I don't think the boys would mind ... on second thought, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea after all." His face brightened. "Why don't you catch one of the big shows tonight? After all, the company's paying. We may as well get the most out of it."
She stared at the big man as if he had lost his marbles. "I'm sure I'm going to go to something like that all by myself! You don't have to think up things for me to do, Ray. I'm good at entertaining myself."
"I know you are, honey. You do whatever you want to do. I want you to have a good time!"
He was starting to fall asleep. Helen wanted to kick him and scream at him for being a selfish bastard. He wanted her to have a good time! It didn't seem to have occurred to him that part of her having a good time might involve having him there! "I'll have a good time, Ray. Don't you worry."
As he started to snore, Helen reminisced about her past couple of days' adventures with the bellhops. Her anger quickly abated. She began to wonder if it really was important for her to have her husband with her. The experiences with the boys had taught her a lot about herself and about the kind of pleasure there was to be found for those who searched. She began to get excited about the thought that her husband would be gone most of the night. There would be nothing to prevent her setting up another adventure for herself.
She took a long hot shower and got dressed. It had been a couple of days since she had been out of the hotel room. Some fresh air was in order.
She was admiring jewelry in a shop window when someone came up behind her and laid a hand on her hip. She turned quickly, startled and annoyed that some stranger had decided to take liberties with her. Her assailant turned out to be the boy who had fucked her the day before.
"Hi ... how you doing? Remember me?" He seemed more shy than he had been the day before. Helen realized she presented a more formidable appearance in her stylish suit than she did squirming naked in bed. The boy could not be so sure of her when he could not see what she wanted.
"Of course, I remember you." She smiled, but not too broadly. She was enjoying the effect she was having on the young bellhop. "How are you?"
The boy grew chatty. "I'm fine, thanks to you. Wow, you really knocked my socks off last night, Mrs. Thomas."
"How did you learn my name?" She was not sure she liked that. It made her feel less secure.
"Looked it up in the register. Hope you don't mind. I was thinking about you so much, I just had to know. My name's Tony."
She was about to scold him about what bad manners it would be to spread her name around. It was one thing to be just "the sexy lady in 602." It would be something else to become known as Mrs. Thomas, the woman who screws around behind her husband's back. But the boy looked so innocent of any intention to harass her, she weakened. "Well, it's nice to know you're Tony. I've been thinking about you, too."
"I was telling a friend of mine about you. How wonderful you are. He's a young guy, just new here...." He paused anxiously, sizing her up. Trying to decide what he could get away with. "I was wondering if I could bring him up sometime to meet you."
Helen's heart started to beat fast. It was clear what the boy was suggesting. He was asking her if she would fuck two bellhops at once. The idea seemed incredibly lewd, incredibly perverted. Yet, even as she stood there in her stylish suit, looking like a cool mature woman so much older and more established in life than the boy, her cunt began to throb. She was turned on by the thought of taking this boy and his friend, and using them both to satisfy her wanton, shameless libido.
Still, she was afraid to say, "Yes." She knew instinctively that if she agreed to such a depraved act, she would sink one rung lower into a raunchy, hedonistic world. If she continued on her path of self-indulgence, sooner or later there would have to come a showdown. It was that she feared. Having to make a choice between one lifestyle and another. The hot throbbing in her cunt told her she was going to take the risk.
"I'm going to be alone all evening. Why don't you and your friend come by about seven, if that would be convenient?" The contrast between her formal invitation and the object of the invitation made her quiver with excitement. She knew the glow in the boy's eyes reflected her own wide-eyed eagerness.
"See you later then, Mrs. Thomas."
"See you later, Tony." It pleased her that the boy had not gone so far as to try to call her by her first name. There was still a distance between them-a distance that became totally artificial in the light of their relationship as lovers. But still she liked the respect in the formal form of address. She was still the lady. Tony and his friend were the boys who would drop by to serve her needs.
The jewelry she had been admiring suddenly lost its interest for Helen. She grew impatient for the evening to begin.
Before he left his poker game, Ray got his wife to suck his cock. For good luck, he said. Helen was angry at first that he would try to use her for a quickie before deserting her for the evening. But as she knelt bobbing her head up and down over his rigid cock, she began to respond to the thrilling depravity of her situation. Sucking her husband's cock before he left would get her pussy nice and wet for the arrival of the boys later on. Her servile position was turning her on!
She was kneeling between Ray's thighs. He was all dressed and ready to go to his game. He had pulled his cock from his pants as a last inspiration .before leaving. Helen gazed up at him as her lips nibbled the bloated tip of his cock. She could see his arousal had already made him red in the face. He was in a hurry for his pleasure. He was rutting his cock into her throat urgently. From experience, Helen knew that when Ray went at it that hard, he did not last long.
"Jeez, honey ... you give great head! I'm going to hate to leave you, you sexy bitch ... uuuuuuuhh, yeah, suck it, baby!"
Again Helen's hackles started to rise. He was going to hate to leave her, in a pig's eye! As soon as he had the cards in his hand, it would be as if he didn't even have a wife. But what the hell, she thought recklessly. She was going to get her own thrills out of her debased position. She would suck her husband's cock. She would give him something to think about, if only for a few minutes! And she would get her cunt nice and wet from the sheer depravity of her feverish abandon.
Faster and faster her head rose and fell over her husband's iron-hard cock. Her tongue stabbed the sensitive underside on the down-glide. Her lips nibbled the tip when they rose to the top of his cock. Her fingertips stroked his full balls.
"Uuuuhhh ... Christ, do it, woman! Suck my cock, bitch!" The fever was high in Ray's blood. He had the excitement of the game to look forward to. And he had his wife's hot talented mouth to give him a rousing send-off. Already he knew it was going to be a great night. Already he knew luck would be with him!
Calling her "bitch" to egg her on in her efforts was an indicator of how far gone Ray was in his excitement. It was a term he did not often apply to his wife. But she looked so wanton, so sexy kneeling before him, her ripe tits bobbing as she sucked. Her full pink lips were wrapped so lovingly around his throbbing cock. Her tongue thrilled him at just the right places at the right moments to push him ever closer to his climax.
He called her "bitch" because he admired her sexual energy, her beauty. He regretted that he had had so little time to spend with his wife during their vacation. But he knew she understood his gambling was for both of them. He was trying to make money to get them a bigger, better house. Besides, he was enjoying himself, and it had been so long since he had allowed himself the luxury of gambling.
"Uuuuhhh...." When she reached under and took each of his balls in turn into her mouth, Ray knew he was a goner. He felt the heat of passion capture him, and an instant later his roiling love-juices were pumping into her mouth. His redheaded wife swallowed his cum down greedily, groaning in satisfaction when she had the last of the load safely stowed in her belly. "Oooohh, baby," he murmured, as he gently pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked it into his pants.
"What a sweet soft cock!"
"Wasn't so soft, was it, beautiful, before you got your sweet lips on it? You're a good woman, Helen. See you later, baby." He kissed his wife good-bye, convinced that his sexy faithful wife would be waiting for him when he got back from his thrilling game of chance.
Helen had a half-hour before the boys would show up. She admired herself in the mirror-her lush firm tits, her shapely hips and ass, her curly mane of red hair-as she carefully applied makeup to her face. She even painted a little rouge on her nipples, to highlight their rosy allure. When she was done with her preparations, she slipped on a sheer black nightie. Admiring the effect in the mirror, she decided nothing else would be necessary to get the boys in the mood. She looked good. Mighty good. And she felt even better.
Her cunt was wet and ready.
CHAPTER NINE
From the eager looks on their faces when they arrived, Helen could see she need not have worried about getting the boys in the mood. Tony and his friend, whom he introduced as Bill, could not keep their eyes off her tits and the furry thatch of her cunt that showed through her nightie.
"Gee, Mrs. Thomas, you look great!" Tony told her. He had his confidence back. Clearly he was not intimidated by the Mrs. Thomas he knew in the bedroom the way he was by the same lady on the street. He began to stroke her ripe tit-globes. The boys were not wearing their uniforms. They wore shirts and jeans. Helen could see an insistent bulge in the front of their pants. While Tony caressed her tits, she caressed his hard cock through his trousers.
As the pleasure-signals began to shoot through her excited body, she grew dissatisfied with the barrier that kept her from Tony's fleshy cock. She could see the younger boy watching with eager interest as she fumbled with Tony's fly and pulled out the engorged shaft of his cock.
"Uuuuhhh...." Tony grunted with pleasure as he started to cover the redhead's neck with kisses. His balls pounded with pride and excitement at the thought that the impressionable younger boy was watching her stroke his stiff throbbing cock. "Cripes, Mrs. Thomas! That feels awful good!"
"Mmmmmmm ... your cock's so hard, Tony!" She could not stop looking at the blond boy called Bill. He was younger than either of the bellhops she had already fucked. His naive interest in the way she stroked Tony's cock made Helen's cunt pulse. She sensed the new boy had not had much experience. The thought of helping him with his sexual education thrilled her already wet cunt to new heights of arousal.
She edged far enough away from Tony to put her arm around the younger boy. While she continued to stroke Tony's cock, she caressed Bill's neck and stroked his back. When she felt him relax, she reached for his fly and pulled out his cock. His swollen cock was throbbing with lust at the depraved situation his friend had gotten him into. Automatically, his loins thrust forward and he pushed his cock into the welcoming hand of the redheaded older woman.
"Wow!" he murmured. His eyes were very large as they stared at the woman who was covering his face with kisses. He seemed afraid to say anything else or even to move, lest he break the spell of sensuality that now pervaded the hotel room.
Helen had never dreamed of anything as exciting as what was happening to her ... what she was making happen. She had two hands full of cock-one thick and hard, the other more slender but longer-and the lurid sensation was making hot juices flow from her cunt.
"Mmmmm ... darlings!" Both boys were kissing her, each taking one ear and stabbing his tongue inside until she was covered with goose bumps. She felt Tony's mouth take possession of hers. Their tongues dueled boldly. She could feel his cock expanding in her hand.
When she was able to break free of Tony's kiss, she turned her mouth to Bill. His kiss was more hesitant, more child-like. It made her cunt gush with desire for him. She stabbed her tongue boldly as deep into his throat as she could get it. She felt his surprise gradually give way to lust as he started to kiss her back. When his tongue poked inquisitively into her mouth, she felt her pussy lips tremble. He was such a sweet creature! She could feel his cock growing sticky with the seepage of his juices. The urge to taste those young fresh drops of cum grew unbearable.
With a moan of submission, she fell to her knees between the two boys. Her tongue darted out for the drop of cum-juice that was hovering on the tip of young Bill's cock. She licked it up greedily. "Mmmmmm ... tastes good!" At once, her lips closed over his blood-engorged cock-tip. She sucked on the bloated head like a new calf on its mother's teat.
"Gaw-w ... wow! I ... jeez!" She heard Bill's confused cries above her and her cunt throbbed greedily. Her lips nibbled tauntingly on the tip of his cock. She could feel it pulsing under the pressure of her mouth. While she continued to stroke Tony's cock, she slipped the pursed oval of her lips all the way to the base of Bill's cock.
"Holy cripes! Look at her suck your cock, Bill! Didn't I tell you she was something? Shit!" The envy in Tony's voice was apparent. It made Helen grin as she worked on Bill's cock. She would get around to Tony soon enough. And those thinly concealed gripes would turn to grunts of ecstasy!
The pre-cum juice seeping from Bill's cock was tangy on Helen's tongue. She probed the slit in the boy's glans for more of the delicious juices. His moans of anguished delight told her he was struggling hard against the urge to come in her mouth. The thought of swallowing his young cum pleased her. But she knew he would want to prove his manhood by holding out awhile. She decided to give him a hand.
Her red head switched its site of operation from Bill's cock to that of the older boy, Tony. Her open mouth easily took the whole shaft of the cock that Tony shoved far into the back of her throat. She gurgled with passion and started to slide her lips back and forth along the thick sleek surface of Tony's engorged cock. She stroked Bill's cock lightly, just enough to let him know she was thinking about him, but not enough to force him to blow his wad prematurely.
"Yikes! What a dynamite mouth!" Tony's voice was shrill, exultant. It betrayed his pride at the devoted way the woman was lip-hugging his turgid cock. Helen could feel his hand on her hair, guiding her rhythm back and forth along his cock. Just to show her spirit, she interrupted the rhythm from time to time with her tongue. When she applied pressure to the base of his cock-head, he groaned feebly and let her take the lead again for a while. It made her cunt tremble to have the two boys so completely at her mercy. One hard cock in her mouth. One stroking eagerly into the cupped oval of her hand.
"Uh! Wow! It's even better than you said it would be, Tony!"
His warbling crescendo of excitement made Helen hunger again for the stiff slender shaft of Bill's cock. Again she made a switch-over from one cock to the other. Her hand returned to Tony's spit-slickened cock. She again sampled the piquant juice that oozed from the tip of Bill's cock-head into her greedy mouth. At once her sucking rhythm grew more gentle than it had been for Tony. She sucked and nibbled the younger boy's cock with slow voluptuous ease. She felt him thrust his cock deep into her throat and her cunt flared with the obscene exhilaration of her situation. Two handsome boys! Two hard cocks! She had not been kidding, she thought arrogantly, when she had told her husband she would find a way to entertain herself.
"Oh! Suck my cock, Mrs. Thomas! Suck my cock!" Young Bill's enthusiastic plea drove her on in her efforts. She scarcely noticed at first when Tony pulled his cock from the oval of her hand. She was very much aware of the moment when he pushed her sheer nightie high up over her hips and brushed the crack of her ass with his cock-shaft. Tony was going to fuck her from behind and she was ready for him! The thought of taking a filling cock up inside her cunt while she sucked another cock was almost more excitement than she knew what to do with. To work out some of he lust, she thrust her shapely asscheeks back at the older boy's cock. It did not take long before she found a lucky angle. His stiff hot cock drove deep into her wet cunt. Her pussy-walls welcomed his cock in a close clasping embrace.
"Mmmmmm...." she warbled around the cock in her mouth. As thrilled as she was by the filling girth of Tony's cock in her pussy, she never for a moment abandonded her duty to Bill's cock in her mouth. While her cunt wiggled to receive the deep even strokes of the dark boy's cock, her mouth nibbled eagerly on the blond boy's cock. Helen had never been so thoroughly, wantonly stimulated. Her entire being quivered with excitement. Both her cunt and her mouth gave wet warm reception to the cocks that were fucking her.
With the kneeling near-naked woman between them, Bill and Tony stared exultantly at one another over her back. There was more lust than humor in the smiles that curled the corners of their mouths as they fell helpless victims to the writhing charms of the older woman who had passion enough for two energetic teen-agers.
"Oh, boy, Bill! It's hard to tell which feels better, her cunt or her mouth. Her cunt's got these hot tight muscles, Bill. It's like she's nibbling me with her cunt. Ahhh, wow!"
The slack-jawed abandon he could see on his friend's face reflected exactly what Bill was feeling. The good-looking redhead had a mouth that was giving the boy the most rousing, thrilling reception his hard cock had ever had. It was hard for Bill to imagine anything better. Even her cunt could not tempt him at the moment. He was obsessed by the way her lips nibbled along the sensitized surface of his cock. He grunted with agonized pleasure each time her tongue made a surprise attack on his cocktip. "I sure like what she's doing! God, she sure knows how to suck cock!"
The compliments and grunts of pleasure that flowed back and forth over her head thrilled Helen all the way down to her toes. She strove feverishly to satisfy the moaning boys ... to outdo herself in the eagerness and mobility of her hot cunt and mouth. While her asscheeks swiveled back to suck in Tony's stiff cock, her mouth fluttered over Bill's cock, sucking him, licking him, pulling the pleasure groans right out of him. While their moans grew in volume, Helen's own excitement increased. She could hear Tony's cock sluicing in and out of her pussy, it was so wet with her free-flowing juices.
The boys had been friends for a long time. It was Tony who had helped the younger boy get the job in the hotel. They had shared many adventures, including double dates. But nothing that had ever happened to them could hold a candle to the voluptuous reality of the experience they were sharing now. The redhead with the endless hunger was emblazoning thrills on their memories that would last as long as they lived. They would recall how they had knelt over the writhing woman and fed her cock from both ends. They would recall how she had moaned and quaked and put an extra burst of energy into her mouth and cunt performance until it had reached the point when none of them knew much about what was going on. All three were bleating and writhing and working with the feelings, without consideration for what came next, motivated only by the hot rewards of ecstasy.
"Uh, cripes, Tony ... I don't know how much more of this I can take! It's so good, man!"
"I know what you mean, Bill. Don't worry, friend, I'm not doing any better myself. My cock feels like this wild pussy of hers is going to suck it dry any second!"
Listening to the boys' feverish talk made Helen more furious in her lust. Her mouth puckered and nibbled nimbly. It rode tirelessly up and down the hard cock in her mouth. Her cunt performed the same feats of temptation on the cock in her pussy. Helen imagined how she must look, pinioned between two handsome boys with their cocks working fervently in and out of her willing body. The picture conjured up by her depraved imagination made her quiver with passion. She was being so amazingly wicked. So wanton! She could not imagine a life without this kind of overwhelming pleasure, now that she had gotten herself a cuntful and a mouthful of it, all on the same evening!
"Look at her go! Wow!" The hesitation in Bill's voice was full of foreboding. In another instant, he grunted loudly and wailed out his surrender to orgasm. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Watching the ecstatic look on his friend's face was all it took to make Tony come. "Yi-i-i! I'm with you, Bill! I'm giving her a hot cuntful of cum!"
Her cunt-muscles sucked up the older boy's cum. Her mouth took all the blond boy had to give. The lurid mental image of herself being filled to capacity with cum wrenched loose the stoppers on Helen's own release mechanism. She moaned around the cock in her throat as climax shook her.
Wrapped up as he was in his own orgasm, Tony did not miss the signs of the woman's release. "Hey, she's doing it, too, man! Look at that! We did it to her!"
Bill exchanged a proud grin with his friend. They had just worked together to bring the mewling older woman to orgasm. It was almost as good as blood, to have a friendship sealed in cum-juice!
"That was too much, man!"
"Hell ... just wait, Bill! In a few minutes you'll be up for it again!"
Helen lolled between sleeping and waking. She heard their comments and knew it was true for her, too. She was not finished yet with the two handsome boys!
CHAPTER TEN
Though Ray had been very much absorbed in his week's gambling spree, he was not oblivious to the quiet, generally uncomplaining way his wife was taking his frequent absence. He knew that many wives would have chosen to nag the hell out of him for spending so much time with something that did not interest them. Once again Helen was proving what a gem she was as a wife. To prove his gratitude, he bought her a pair of gold earrings with some of his night's winnings. He was looking forward to springing the surprise on her as he approached his room. He hoped Helen would still be awake.
He was ready to let himself into the room when he heard an unfamiliar sound from the other side of the door. After a moment's cautious listening, he realized the sound was moaning. He was quickly robbed of the illusion that Helen might be in trouble as he carefully and quietly unlocked the door and opened it just a crack.
"Mmmmm ... Mrs. Thomas, your pussy tastes as good as it feels!"
"You must be making her feel awful good, Bill! She's sucking my cock like she just heard there's no tomorrow!"
Trembling with shock and anger, Ray crouched outside the door and peeked into the hotel room. What he saw inside stunned the man. Not his wife! It couldn't be! He had always trusted Helen! He had thought their marriage was so good, so honest!
There was no doubting the ownership of the red hair that was fanned around the woman's head as she lay on her back on the bed between two boy lovers. One boy was sawing his cock in and out of her open mouth. The other boy was crouched between her wide-open thighs. His face was buried against her shamelessly presented cunt. It was clear what he was doing was pleasing to her. She was moaning and squirming as if she were riding the rocky road of orgasm after orgasm. She had her thighs held as far apart as she could get them to allow the boy his freedom in the red-hair-trimmed furrow of her cunt. Her soft pussy glistened as she rotated it before the boy's face until he grabbed hold of her ass and held her down so he could shove his tongue deep into her cunt.
Ray felt as if he were frozen to the spot on which he was crouching, watching his wife's shameless performance. Ray had had no warning of what his wife had been up to behind his back. Now that he thought about it, he realized he might have been more suspicious of the calm way Helen had been accepting his absorption with his gambling. But Helen had never given him any cause to be suspicious. She had always been so consistent. Such a diligent, faithful, loving wife.
Or that was the way it had always appeared from Ray's point of view. He wondered now what else had been going on behind his back. How long his wife had been amusing herself in her private hours with eager boys with hard cocks.
The man's emotions ranged from one extreme to the other. From anger to sorrow. From guilt to vindictiveness. He wondered where he had gone wrong. Why Helen had gone wrong. How he could have missed the signs that must have been there that would have told him what his wife was up to ... before he found himself stumbling upon such a lewd scene.
He though of the earrings he carried in his pocket and wanted to throw them in his wife's face. Yet he remained motionless, prevented by fear and shock from acting. He feared what he might do if he walked into that room now. He feared what his wife might do. He was not ready yet to make a move that might spell the end of his marriage.
While his brain buzzed in search of explanations, a prurient fascination kept his eyes glued to the raunchy scene taking place in his hotel room. Even though she was his own unfaithful wife, Ray still got a thrill out of watching the way her lips nibbled the hard cock that kept stroking into her mouth. It made his cock hard to see her big tits and shapely body bouncing and squirming as she responded to the mouth that was eating her cunt to tingling distraction.
While her husband watched from outside the door, Helen turned her face away from the cock working into her mouth long enough to egg the boys on. "Oooohh, yeah, lover ... eat my cunt! Eat it while I suck this big beautiful cock!" She reached down and stroked the blond head of the boy kneeling between her legs. "You're good, Billy! You suck my cunt so beautifully! No one's ever done it better! Honest!"
Ray could see the boy's face glowing with pride. Even before the redhead had taken the other boy's cock back into her mouth, the boy she had called "Billy" had shoved his tongue back into her pussy hole. Ray watched her body bucking upward as she forced her pussy against the inciting tongue-probe.
The two boys were naked, like his wife. Ray surveyed their lean hard young bodies and wondered if it was that that had lured his wife away from her marriage vows. Ray knew he had been gaining weight. That his body was not as fit as it had been when he had married Helen. Her body, on the other hand, had improved. She had such firm round tits, such a tiny waist, such shapely woman hips. He began to wonder crazily if it had been wise of him to marry a woman eleven years younger than he was. Maybe she thought she had been missing something. Maybe she felt she had to seduce young men to make up for the youth that was slowly slipping away from her.
He tried to make sense of what was happening there on the bed in his hotel room. It all seemed to boil down to the greedy open cunt that squirmed before the avid face of the young blond. Ray realized he had simply miscalculated his wife's capacity for lechery. He knew women were supposed to reach their sexual peak as they approached thirty. It seemed his wife was losing control of herself already, with four years to go on the countdown. Her growing hunger for depraved thrills had driven her into the arms of two boys!
Remembering the way his wife had sucked his cock before he went off to the poker game, Ray realized how right he had been in his excitement to call her a "bitch". There was no other word to describe a woman who would sneak two boys into her husband's bed during his absence and make love to both of them at once.
As his disgust for his wife grew, so did Ray's frustrated arousal. Despite all his confusion, his cock continued to react with one steady reaction. It kept getting bigger and harder, pulsing with life in the face of the shameless performance taking place. Ray thought it seemed wrong somehow to get turned on by his wife's infidelity, but there was no doubt that it was happening. While he continued to waver in indecision about what he should do about his obscene discovery, his cock kept on throbbing inside his pants. His heart beat fast in response to the incredible energy of the woman writhing between the boys.
The boy who was stroking his cock into his wife's mouth seemed to be getting impatient. He was watching urgently the way his friend was sticking his tongue into the redhead's cunt. Each time she mewled with excitement at something the blond boy did, the dark boy thrust his cock hard deep into the back of her throat. At last he grabbed his friend by the shoulder to get his attention
"Hey, Bill ... let's trade places, just for a minute! I'm dying to get my cock back up inside that hot pussy!"
The younger boy seemed reluctant, but it was clear he was used to taking his friend's lead.
"Okay, Tony ... whatever you say...." Ray noticed, though, there was nothing reluctant about the way the boy shoved his cock into the woman's mouth. He had her sucking on his swollen cock even before the other boy had positioned himself to fuck her.
She was sucking hard on the cock in her mouth, and her moan when the cock entered her cunt came out muffled. Still it shook Ray to the bones. She sounded so totally abandoned. He had to accept the fact that his own wife had turned into a whore behind his back. He used her new debased position as an excuse for his cock throbbing hard and eager in his pants.
"Yeah, Bill ... it's the sweetest cunt I ever fucked." Again and again Tony lunged his cock deep into the writhing woman's cunt. Suddenly his friend seemed to get an attack of self-confidence. He grabbed Tony's shoulder the way he himself had been grabbed minutes before.
"My turn. I want to fuck her some to."
Ray was horrified and fascinated. The boys were playing a game of musical chairs with his wife's beautiful naked body. Despite the rugged way the blond youth now shoved his cock into her pussy, and the other boy sank his cock back into her throat, Ray felt no resentment against the two males. He had no doubt that it had been totally his wife's responsibility that she had ended up in such a wanton orgy. After all, they were only boys! It was beneath Ray's sense of dignity to think that such kids could lure his wife away, unless she had made up her mind to set the stage for them.
The groans and grunts from the room were getting urgent. There was no rhythm, no timing involved in the feverish way the boys fucked the woman ... one in her mouth, one in her cunt. By the time they had worked themselves up to the final crescendo, everyone was ready to explode, including Ray's wife. He could tell by the way she churned her hips against the spurting cock that she was getting off too. Her mouth was still too full of exploding cock for her to say anything more than "Mmmmpphh."
"Jeez, I'm coming!"
"Me, too! I'm coming in her cunt! Cripes, it feels good!"
It was a strange feeling for Ray to watch two youths half his age getting memories from the willing body of his redheaded wife. If he were their age, he would be entranced by such a wanton older woman. It was clear from the almost reverent way they treated her that they felt the same way. It was a sobering experience, watching his wife living her private life, secure in the knowledge that her husband knew nothing about it.
After all he had witnessed, Ray found that he had grown strangely devoid of emotion. He realized he had no desire to barge in on his wife and her youthful lovers. It was not his style. Instead, he would go down to the bar for a drink ... and think.
He had to figure out what to do with that two-timing wife of his!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In just a couple more days they would be leaving Las Vegas. Already Helen hated the idea of leaving. The twenty-six-year-old redhead had created a fantasy-world for herself around her husband's gambling schedule. She had discovered things about herself she would never have guessed. She was worried how she would satisfy her lusty cravings once she got back home. It would not be so easy then, as it was just calling room service.
She was all set to call room service after her husband had left for his nightly poker game. He had apparently abandoned the casinos for the ongoing poker game he had discovered. Helen had not even bothered to ask recently whether Ray was winning or losing. He had not volunteered the information. Helen assumed that he must be losing. But she was not interested in the details. As long as her husband had his little diversion, she would continue with hers.
The beautiful housewife was lying naked on the bed when her husband emerged from the shower. She smiled sultrily at him, but he did not seem to pay much attention. Something was apparently on his mind. Helen was disappointed. She had been hoping her husband might feel like warming her up for the night.
"What's the matter, Ray?" she cooed. While scarcely noticing the changes in herself, Helen had grown more sensual, more wanton in her manner. As her body reveled more in the satisfaction of its basest cravings, her body language had grown more confident, more alluring. She had the ways of a woman who knows she can get what she wants.
Ray had not noticed the changes either, until he had watched his wife squirming in wanton abandon with two boys. Now he was alert to all her new whorish wiles. They disgusted him at the same time as they thrilled him. He was full of the excitement of the plan he had contrived for his cheating wife. It pleased him to think that she had no inkling of his discovery of her debauched conduct ... or of the plan he had thought up to punish her.
When her husband ignored her question, Helen asked him again what the matter was. She was getting a little worried about Ray. He was acting so distant, so moody. It was not like him. Normally, she felt she could read her easy-going husband like a book.
Instead of answering her question, Ray barked out an order. "Get dressed, Helen! You're coming with me tonight!"
Helen was horrified. The last thing she wanted to do with her evening was sit in on some boring old poker game. She had been looking forward to seducing a new lover in a bellhop's uniform. The thought that anything might interfere with her plan made her desperate. "Oh, Ray ... you know how I feel about your gambling, darling. I don't mind if you want to do it ... but please don't make me suffer through it with you."
"Get dressed, Helen," he repeated in a voice that made his wife rise to her feet and start putting on her underwear. "Don't bother with panties, Helen. It'll turn me on to know your hot cunt is bare under your dress. It'll give me good luck, you know? And wear that sexy black dress you brought along. The boys should have no objections to letting you sit in, the way you look in that thing."
She was beginning to get aroused by her husband's lurid suggestion that she not wear panties.
Yet, there was something disturbing about the way he had spoken to her. He was not being lighthearted. He looked grim and determined. Helen could feel goose bumps on her arms. Something was wrong and she did not know what. She was nervous.
"I thought you said once before the boys wouldn't appreciate having a woman around during their game."
"This has been all arranged, Helen. Don't worry about a thing."
She went along with it. She didn't feel that she had much choice. Gloomy thoughts that she was missing one of her last chances to enjoy the boys at the hotel ran through her head as she made her preparations in front of the mirror.
Despite her uncertainty at what was going on, Helen could not pass up an opportunity to admire herself. This was her first chance since she had arrived to wear her black gown. It looked good. The decolletage ran all the way down to her waist, so her tits were bare from her breastbone all the way in to the edges of her nipples. The smooth material hugged her tightly enough to accent the pert tips of her nipples and the prominent bulge of her pubic mound. She looked all woman and very sexy. She wondered why Ray wanted her to go to the poker game looking so sultry. She was sure the men would be able to detect she was wearing no panties. The material would have highlighted her panty lines, if she had had any. The outfit seemed designed to inflame desires ... and it had been Ray's choice.
In spite of her foreboding of danger, Helen trembled with excitement at the appearance she made in the mirror. She followed her husband dutifully out the door, full of apprehension as to what the evening held in store.
Ray had told his three poker partners that he was bringing along a woman who liked to have a good time. He had not mentioned that she was his wife. When they arrived, he introduced her only as Helen. He grinned wryly as he noted the enthusiasm on the men's faces. Ray had asked them to agree to a game where he would put Helen up as his stake. The men had been mildly intrigued by the idea. Now it was clear they were wildly enthusiastic. Helen had got them all in the sensitive spot where their baser instincts lay.
Helen was discovering that she did not mind being pulled away from a night's dalliance with the boys at the hotel. She found herself responding hungrily to the attention and admiring glances of the three men Ray had been playing poker with. She accepted the dry martini one of them offered her and the refill proffered by a second as soon as her glass was empty. The gin quickly made her feel tipsy. Her good humor returned. She poised seductively on a stool one of the men brought her to watch the progress of the game.
One thing that puzzled Helen was that her husband did not lay down any chips as he met the calls of the other players. She wondered if there was some special rule she did not know that allowed for playing without chips. She doubted it. Otherwise they would all be playing that way. She was dying to ask Ray what his strategy was, but she knew one of the cardinal rules of sitting in on a poker game was to keep your mouth shut.
Only once during the game did her husband pay her any attention, and that was to refill her martini glass. Helen felt reassured by the gesture. Even though he seemed different, she realized that if he was aware enough of her needs to know when she needed another drink, things must still be all right betweeen them. He was just uptight about the poker games, that was all. Maybe he had lost more money than he had planned on.
Though he had planned to lose sooner or later so he could watch his wife take her humiliation, Ray found himself sweating as the reality of losing loomed before him. He had a weak hand. That meant that soon he would watch the game's winner fucking his wife in front of two other men. It was the humiliation she deserved for her wanton behavior with the boys, but still he wondered if he would have the nerve to let it happen. He let himself recall how she had looked squirming between two hard cocks. His doubt was gone. He was going to lose all right. And she could cry for mercy all she wanted. He would just sit back and laugh!
The redhead realized she was getting pretty drunk. She had lost interest completely in the progress of the game. Instead she was fantasizing about what each of the men would be like as a lover. Ray, she already knew. He was a nice guy, but dull, and quick to shoot his load. In her tipsy state, she realized she would like to experiment with some real men for a change, instead of women or boys. Her reckless libido began to plot how she might make her latest desires come true.
She was startled by the shout of elation that came from the man called Jim. Jim had apparently won the game. He was standing up, shaking his fist playfully over his head and grinning at Helen. She grinned back. Jim was a good-looking guy-heavy but muscular, graying at the temples-and there was no doubt in her mind he was interested in her. The way he was looking at her right now told her that. She squirmed uneasily on her stool and cast a sidelong glance at Ray. She hoped her husband was not getting jealous of the attention she was getting.
Ray looked totally unmoved by his latest loss. He was not grumbling the way the other two were doing. He looked at Helen and cracked a smile. It was a strange smile, one that Helen thought looked almost as if he despised her. "Ray...." she said. It must be the drink, she told herself. Ray would never really look at her the way she thought he was looking at her.
"It's your big chance, Helen, honey," he told her in a voice louder than he normally used. "I know how you like to fuck little boys on the sly. But this time you get to fuck a full-grown man, and with an audience too!"
She felt hands easing her down off the stool. She did not know whose hands they were. She tried to push them away. But her attention was still focused on her husband. What had Ray said? He knew about her boys? How was that possible? She must not be understanding him right.
And what else had he said? She was going to get to fuck a full-grown man ... with an audience.
The men forced her to bend over the poker table ... pushing her dress up over her naked ass.
"Look at that, Merv. No panties!"
"Yeah, Karl, I don't believe it! You sure are a lucky son-of-a-bitch, Jim!"
"Don't I know it!"
Helen felt the warm rush of air assault her naked cunt and her knees began to quake. It was like a crazy dream. Her husband was sitting there with that contemptuous grin on his face. Three other men were fondling her bare ass and thighs, while apparently one of them planned to fuck her. In front of her own husband! This was why he had brought her here tonight! To punish her!
Her green eyes brimmed with tears as she stared unbelieving at the man she had thought she knew so well. Ray had always been such a solid, predic table kind of guy! Who would ever have thought he would go so far to wreak his fierce revenge? "Ray ... you can't let them do this to me!"
He raised his hands and shrugged. "It's out of my hands now, baby. Jim won the game fair and square. He gets to fuck you. That's all there is to it."
Helen felt a thick dull pressure against the crack in her ass. She realized the big man called Jim had his cock out. He was getting ready to fuck her! "Don't either of you guys get too anxious!" she heard him say. "Remember, I'm the guy who won this sweet ass! I'm going to enjoy it, nice and slow and proper. Eat your hearts out, fellas!"
Helen had to brace herself against the poker table to keep from being knocked flat on her face. The next thing she knew, a turgid cock had soared deep into her tight pussy. It was the first she realized how wet she had been. Though his cock felt big, it had not hurt her at all! Her pussy had gotten wet from the thrill of sitting around looking sexy at a poker game with three good-looking strangers. "Hhnnhh!" she groaned as he started to fuck her in a deep steady rhythm.
"Hey, guys, look at that sweet ass wiggle! Fuck her good, Jim! Shit, she must be wet! Look at the juices on your cock!"
"She's wet all right! Uh! Man, this is the hottest, tightest little cunt I've had for a long time! I've got to thank you, Ray, for putting up these sweet stakes!"
"My pleasure, Jim ... or maybe I should say it's the lady's pleasure. She looks like she's enjoying herself good. How about it, Helen? Is it turning you on, cunt, to get fucked with an audience of admirers around you? I thought you'd like it. I wanted to do something special for my wife to celebrate our week's vacation!"
Despite the rising hurt and anger that were at last finding an outlet, Ray could not repress a definite welling excitement. A throbbing started up in his cock at the sight of his good-looking wife getting fucked hard over the green table while two other men fondled her ass and reached under to grope her tits. Though tears were still running from Helen's eyes, none of the others seemed to have noticed her grief. Ray could see why. Her ass was starting to wiggle back to meet Jim's inthrusts. She was enjoying herself! Even if she was still suffering mentally at her humiliation, her body was striving for more of the swollen pleasure of Jim's big cock.
"Look at her go, boys! You're giving her what she wanted, all right!" With mixed anger and excitement, he watched his wife fall reluctant prey to the thrilling orgy he had subjected her to. He knew a part of her must be guilt-wracked for yielding so easily to three other men in front of her husband. But that part of her did not seem to carry so much weight any more, not with her newly aroused libido in charge!
Listening to her husband's scathing words only made Helen more desperate. She knew there was truth in what he was saying. She was getting some pleasure from the cock that worked in and out of her cunt. She hated to yield to such depravity when she knew it was being used to humiliate her. In her confused and drunken state, it seemed there was no way back to the safe life she had known as Ray's wife before she discovered the extent of her sensual hungers. She could not imagine her husband taking her back. She felt as if she were being set adrift, with no safe harbor in sight ... with only the pleasure-dealing cock that reamed her cunt to comfort her.
It was not as if Helen had known that she wanted to be safe. She had come almost to despise the safety that Ray seemed to represent. She realized now that it had been easy for her to experiment-with Sandy, with the boys-knowing that she had a safe refuge as Ray's wife. She didn't know that any more. She looked again at her husband as she bent over the table and took the cock deep into her cunt. His eyes glinted with a cold gleam that made her tremble inside. He hated her! He hated her for what she was doing! What he had made her do!
Helen felt miserable when she thought about the way her life had fallen apart. She tried to stop herself from thinking. She took desperate refuge in the hard cock that rammed again and again into her wet clinging cunt. As the pleasure in her pussy grew, it was as if salve were being spread on the wounds in her heart. No matter what happened later, she had pleasure now. And how she needed it! Oh, how she needed it!
"Aaaahhhhh ... God ... fuck meeeeee!" Her wails filled the room as her asscheeks churned back to meet the urgent strokes of the man behind her. The eyes of the other two men bulged with envy as they watched the winner claim his hot and hungry reward. All three men were stunned to realize it was his wife that Ray had put up as stakes in a poker game. But the idea thrilled them. They realized they were somehow being used to even a score between Ray and his sexy redheaded wife. They were glad to oblige. Jim would not have missed her hot clinging pussy for the world. And Karl and Merv were happy just to be along for the ride. They had not given up hope that there might be leftovers for them when the time came.
Helen was living up to every lewd expectation Ray had had of her. She was acting like a drunken, lecherous whore. A part of Ray wanted to turn his back on his wife and walk out of her life forever. But the rest of him was linked by a swelling excitement to the wanton fever that pervaded the room. He could not leave. Not now! He sensed that he and his cheating wife were sharing some kind of primitive rite. It was their first orgy. And, though their feelings for each other were mixed, it was the most intense experience they had ever shared.
"That-a-boy, Jim! Give it to her! Feel that, Helen? That's just to remind you that I'm still the boss! If I want to give you away, I'll give you away. But you don't go making decisions like that for yourself! Hear?" Ray could not remember ever having been so forceful with his wife. It felt good!
"I hear, Ray! I won't forget! Honest! Uuuuuuhhhh!" Although she was hotly absorbed in the pleasure ricocheting through her half-naked body, Helen had not missed the underlying meaning in Ray's words. He was letting her know she was still a part of his life! He was punishing her so she would not make the same mistake again. He was not going to kick her out after all! The relief flowed through her along with a new assault of pleasure. Helen writhed abandonedly before the repeated pummeling of the hard cock that rammed her cunt over and over again. She cast a sidelong glance at her husband who was still sitting next to the table. The arousal glittering in his eyes thrilled her. She felt reckless now, reckless to learn that her life was not completely blown. She still had a home to go to when this was all over!
"You're excited too, Ray! Admit it! Uh, Ray, it feels so good!"
"Sure it feel good, baby! That's what fucking is all about! I bet that tight pussy of yours is really wet now!" Helen's big husband had almost forgotten what the original object of the exercise had been. Thoughts of vengeance were far from his mind as he watched his wife squirm her slippery cunt along Jim's bloated cock over and over. He realized the excitement that had taken hold of him was every bit as intense as what the other men were going through. He doubted that he was quite as high as his wanton wife. Her jaw hung slackly open as she grunted at each inthrust of Jim's cock. The other two men had pulled their cocks out and were standing near her. She looked from one cock to the other. The expression on her face was like that of a starving child set loose in a candy store. She looked greedy, drunk, a little demented. But her ass never quit squirming. And her moans grew even louder.
"Uh, jeez, Jim! What's it like now?" Merv demanded.
"Aaii ... her pussy's really sucking on my cock! She's trying to pull the jism right out of me, for Chrissakes!"
While Ray and the other men watched spellbound, Jim stepped up his already breakneck pace into Helen's cunt. The big man had a fixed stare of urgent desperation.
"Christ ... look out, honey, I'm shooting my wad into that hot cunt of yours!" His fingers dug into her ass-flesh as he braced himself for the flood of orgasm that drained the color from his face and changed his look of desperation to one of frenzied elation.
"Uuuuhhh ... me too ... I'm ... God ... commmming!" Like kids watching a circus act, the other three men watched the redhead slam her shapely asscheeks back at Jim's loins. Her eyes bore a look of untamed ferocity as her climax made her shudder like a newly captured mare. Then suddenly the look of ferocity was gone. She was tame as a pussycat.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Before Ray realized what he was doing, he had his own cock out and was moving in on the site that big Jim had just deserted. He ignored the disappointed looks on the faces of the other men who had hoped to take a turn, even though they had not had the winning hand to earn it.
Before his wife had a chance to straighten up, Ray shoved his swollen cock deep inside her sopping pussy. "Oooooohhh...." He did not think at first that she even realized whose cock it was fucking her this time. But he was wrong. "Your hard cock feels so good in me, Ray!"
The excited husband could not remember when his wife's cunt had clung so hotly to his engorged cock. He could not remember ever feeling this desire to fuck her senseless, so intense that it made him feel faint. Gripping her asscheeks cruelly, he shoved his cock again and again as deep into her cunt as he could get it. He saw the gleaming sheen on his pleasure-aching cock each time it emerged from her wet clutching hole. The sight of her juices on his cock only made him want to fuck her harder. He lunged his cock into her cunt until it collided with the slick tip of her cervix.
The other men, with their cocks pulled from their pants, watched the intense mating between husband and wife. They could not imagine what had happened to the couple that caused them to make their sex relationship public in this way. But they found it thrilling to be able to sit in on the raunchy sight of the woman's creamy-smooth ass churning before her husband's ramrod-stiff cock.
Merv and Karl were more eager than Jim. Their cocks were hungry for attention. They were not so sure now they would ever get their chance with the woman, now that her husband had taken over. But they could not think of leaving. The thrills were too good. The excitement too high. The woman's groans and gurgles filled the room.
Ray was spellbound by the way his beautiful wife's asscheeks writhed before his thrusting cock. It was a new raw excitement he was feeling, like he had never felt before. He was not sure exactly what he wanted from the mewling woman, but he knew it was more than he was getting now ... even more than her tight wet cunt could offer.
His hands kneaded the smooth flesh of her asscheeks, stretching it so the brown sphincter of her asshole peeked out at him. The idea hit him all at once, with a forcefulness that let him know there was no turning back. It was her asshole he wanted. He wanted to fuck his moaning wife in her asshole!
No sooner had he made his decision than he put the lewd scheme into action! He pulled his juice-slickened cock from her cunt and prodded the tip against her puckered asshole. Her arousal had relaxed her. His cock pushed its way into her tight hole and then the brute shock of what was happening hit Helen. She clenched up. Her asshole closed hot and tight on his cock. Ray grunted with pleasure.
"Will you look at that! He's fucking her in the ass now!"
"Uh, man! Bet she'll go for this! She's such a wild bitch!"
But the men's predictions were not borne out by the contorted grimace on the redhead's face. "Ray ... what are you doing? Stop, Ray! You're hurting me! You can't fuck me there!"
"Sure I can, baby! Come on now! You're looking for new kicks, aren't you? Why not let your old man have some of the fun for a change?"
"But I can't!" She was getting panicky now. She was beginning to realize she was trapped on the swollen shaft of his hard cock. "Stop it, Ray! Oh, God! Please stop it!"
A sly grin played over Ray's features. The pleasure was so high, so intense. He found it impossible to be moved by his wife's anxiety. It was the heated clutch of her asshole that was moving him to steadily mounting passion. With a mighty effort, he drove his cock into her all the way to the hilt. "Uh ... that's good, Helen! It's awful good! You can't ask me to stop it now! Hold on, baby! It'll get good for you too!"
His cock began to move in and out of her asshole in deep steady strokes. The other men watched awestruck, waiting for the first indication that she had fallen prey to this new obscene degradation.
The first terror was gone. Helen knew now that Ray's hard cock in her asshole was not going to break her. But still his thick impaling shaft stretched her asshole wide. It was almost pain ... it was a sensation she could not quite identify. She was so tense. So hurt that her husband would do such a cruel thing to her, particularly in front of three other men. "Nooooo!" She knew she was helpless, bent over the poker table with the stiff cock working in and out of her asshole. But she kept on mewling her protest.
The men noticed it before she did, the way her ass began to shimmy back to meet the thrusts of her husband's throbbing cock. "Look at that! She's going for it!"
"Sure thing! I knew a hot cunt like her would like it up the ass!" Merv was frightened as soon as the words had escaped his lips. Had he offended the lady's husband? He looked at the face of the bigger man. No problem there. Ray Thomas was totally absorbed in the sensations stemming from his embedded cock. He didn't give a damn about anything except the pleasure that had seized his engorged cock-shaft. "Shit! She's really moving now!" To be on the safe side, Merv spoke a little more softly this time.
Helen had to hear the obscene praise of the other men before it registered on her confused senses that she actually was beginning to enjoy the perverted sensations soaring from her asshole throughout her trembling body. It suddenly occurred to the debauched redhead that she had nothing more to lose. She had been forced to fuck another man in front of her own husband! Now her husband was fucking her in the asshole in front of other men. There was no way he could humiliate her any more.
The overwhelming sense of her humiliation sent lewd tremors of masochistic excitement throughout her every nerve-ending. She quit resisting completely. As soon as she relaxed the pleasure increased a hundredfold. For the first time in her life, she was succumbing to the lurid stimulation of assfucking. Recklessly, she ground her ass back to receive the swollen pleasures of her husband's hot and hungry cock.
"Oooohhh ... yessss ... fuck my ass, lover! I like it! I love it!"
Ray's senses were buzzing with all that was happening to him. He had started out the evening wanting to make his wife feel as lousy as he had felt when he discovered her fucking two young bellhops. His thirst for revenge had long ago been slaked. What he was working on now was straight-out lust. He was getting off on the titillation of shoving his cock into his wife's asshole over and over again. "Oooohhh, honey ... I love fucking your sweet ass!" Ray could not understand why he had not tried his depraved pleasure sooner. From now on, he knew, his wife could expect plenty of stretching in her asshole. It was good to know there was another hole to resort to when her cunt got a little too wet and sloppy.
Watching the woman go wild for ass-fucking was more than Karl could take. He forgot all about the husband's priorities and stuffed his hard cock into the redhead's mouth. She seemed to have no reservations about sucking another man's cock while her husband fucked her asshole. Her lips moved nimbly, greedily, up and down his swollen shaft. "Mmmmmph!" she sputtered, as Karl pulled her head back and forth along his cock.
Ray was not sure if he liked the way the other man was taking liberties with his wife. But in his excited state he quickly succumbed to the added stimulus of watching Helen suck cock while she rode his ass-stretching cock-shaft. He slapped her flaring asscheeks with lusty gusto. "Do it, honey! Get your cocks off any way you can! 'Cause after tonight, you're gonna be under curfew!"
When the other two men saw Karl was getting away with it, they moved in closer to the writhing woman. Merv wrapped her fingers around his stiffened cock-shaft. Jim was satisfied just to watch the goings-on. He knew she needed the other hand for support. It was thrill enough, knowing he had just spilled his cum in the woman, to watch her taking one cock up the ass, one in the mouth and in the hand.
The center now of a three-ring circus, Ray lunged his hard cock into his wife's ass with all his might. He watched her red head bob over the cock that slid again and again between her lips. He could tell by the way Karl was shoving it into her the smaller man did not have far to go. It was only a moment longer before Karl proved him right. "Uh, shit ... swallow it, baby! Swallow it all! Yii-i!"
Helen had never felt so thoroughly wanton as she did swallowing down one man's cum while her husband stretched her asshole with his cock. No sooner had the cock in her mouth begun to shrink than the man was pushed aside and another engorged cock was shoved between her lips. Her pussy flared with servile joy as she started to suck once again.
It was Merv now who was taking his turn in the woman's hot and willing mouth. "Suck my cock baby! Oooohh, yeah ... you've got one sweet mouth!"
Helen put just as much depraved energy into the second cock in her mouth as she had into the first. Her lips and tongue sucked with light and tempting agile bursts of passion. Then she formed a tight oval of her lips and sucked his cock to the same rhythm as her husband pumped his cock into her responsive asshole.
Ray had enjoyed his gambling vacation in Las Vegas, but he was beginning to realize he had missed a good bet by not exploring more the voracious charms of his moaning, wiggling wife. Ray had never felt so excited in his entire life. His cock seemed to be endowed with new staying powers. In the past, he would have come long before now. But tonight he was able to keep fucking and fucking the clutching hole of his redheaded wife's ass.
Much to his wife's tireless delight!
It amazed the housewife now that she had ever thought her husband dull, unexciting. She had never been so excited as she was by the way Ray's cock found new and more delicious pathways into her heated asshole. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known. She felt utterly used and abused. But it was a good feeling. It was a feeling that made her appreciate what total fulfillment could be. She was as much a slave to Ray's cock as if she had been bound to it. Which at the moment she was, each time he drove it up into her asshole.
Merv's cock in her mouth had her jaw stretched almost to the point of pain. She kept on sucking and licking, delirious with pleasure, until the bubble burst all at once.
"Yi-i-i! I'm coming in your sweet mouth, beautiful!"
Ray was watching Merv shoot his wad into his wife's mouth when suddenly he discovered that he was coming. He was sending hot bursts of jism far into his wife's asshole, where no man's cum had ever gone before!
"Ah, it's good to come in you, Helen baby! It's good!" Wide-eyed with sated release, he watched her ass slam back against his loins. He realized that Helen too was coming. Coming while four men who had had their pleasure with her looked on!
The hot cum-juices that filled her throat and ass satisfied the redhead as nothing had ever done. She collapsed onto the green table, replete with the lewd knowledge of what it really was to be filled to overflowing. Part of the thrill was knowing that Ray was right there behind her, and would be whenever she needed him. She was certain now that the second honeymoon between her and Ray was coming....
* * *
The night at the poker party had changed things irrevocably between Helen and Ray. Ray was no longer quite the nice easygoing guy he had been. Nor did Helen find him dull, as she once had. Ray was in charge now, and he never let his wife forget it. She did not want to forget it. She loved the new forceful Ray. She loved the way her husband kept putting her back in her place-on the end of his hard rutting cock.
The rest of their vacation in Las Vegas was spent doing the things Helen had been expecting to do from the start. Fucking, having breakfast in bed, going to the big shows, fucking, eating, fucking ... Helen was in seventh heaven. When she spied a handsome young bellhop in the hallway, she did not even give him a second look.
"Oh, Ray, you're so exciting!" she told her husband. He had fucked her when they were in the third-floor lounge of their hotel because it was dangerous, a turn-on ... because he wanted to, right then. Ray was seeing himself differently. As a man who knew how to control his life and his wife. As a man on top of things. It made him feel sexier and more daring than he had ever had in his life. A few days ago, Ray would never have had the nerve to fuck with his wife in the third-floor lounge, or anywhere else that might mean discovery.
Helen felt like a tittering newlywed when she settled down next to her husband on the plane that would take them home. Her cunt was throbbing and swollen from all the use it had seen in the past couple of days. It was not tired out though. Looking at her husband's profile-which she saw again as handsome and sexy-made her want to fuck him again. But she knew that was impossible. They were on a plane. They would have to wait till they got home.
The redhead drank several glasses of the champagne the stewardess brought around. The booze made her hot. She reached cautiously between her husband's legs and began to stroke his soft cock. Soon it was no longer soft. It was a pulsing, hard, urgent cock.
"You better be careful, honey," her husband growled into her ear. "Or you're going to make me have to fuck you right here on the plane!"
Helen giggled and stroked his swollen shaft more eagerly. She was challenging her husband's bravado. She was daring him to do something about it. His ass began to jerk upward slightly to feed his cock into her hand. She saw his eyes close in a slow sultry gesture of building abandon. "Okay. You asked for it!" he said suddenly. He took her hand and half dragged her out of her seat. She stumbled down the corridor after him to the restroom.
The little notch in the door said "occupied," but it was only a moment before a little old lady came out and smiled at them graciously. "But I don't have to go!" Helen protested in a tipsy giggle as her husband pushed her inside and squeezed in after her. "But Ray! There isn't enough room!"
"Like hell there isn't! Where there's a will, there's a way! And I've got the stiff cock to prove it!"
He forced her against the locked door and pushed her skirt up over her hips. "You sexy bitch! You forgot your panties!"
Her green eyes glinted naughtily. "Just in case we had a chance for a quickie!"
"That's what I like! A woman who comes prepared!" Sooner than she expected it his cock was squeezing its way into her cunt. She lurched her cunt upward and sighed gratefully. She was staring at herself in the mirror. The wanton look on her face excited her.
"Oh, Ray! That's what I needed! Your big cock inside my cunt!"
He pretended to look skeptical. He shoved his cock into her cunt again and again. "Huh! That's what you always say!"
"And I always mean it ... oh, Ray ... shove it in my cunt deeper, baby!"
He shoved his cock into her wet willing cunt again and again. Time lost meaning for the married lovers as they ground their loins together aboard the big plane as it winged its way homeward. At last a quiet tap came at the door.
"Do you think we're making someone pee in their pants?" Helen's wanton look contradicted her light joke.
"Not much longer, baby! I'm going to squirt a big load of cum in you-u-u!"
"Oh, God, Ray! Me too! I'm coming too!"
The middle-aged man was frowning when Helen emerged from the little room. But when Ray came out behind her, he started to grin.
"It's okay. We're married," Ray told the stranger before following his wife back to their seats. When they were settled in, Helen snuggled her head into the crook of her big husband's arm. "Oh, Ray ... I love you!"
It was true. She did. More than ever. As long as he was giving her this kind of attention, Helen knew she would never have to look at anyone else. Unless Ray told her to, that is.
