Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably, there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun ... But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what?
This is the story of one couple in one neighborhood in one city, Anywhere, USA. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them their unusual forms of sexual gratification is the norm. And for how many other couples like them?
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
I thought I'd been around enough to be shock-proof. But I found out differently when I stopped by the house one afternoon and caught my lovely young wife making it with Prince. I'd often dropped by for a cup of coffee when I was in the neighborhood.
Carol usually met me at the door. This time she hadn't heard the panel truck I used to make my calls. I'm a television technician. A much-maligned TV repairman, in other words. Not that a few of the practitioners of the trade don't deserve the disparaging words often cast their way, of course. Most of us are honest, though, and just trying to make a living like everybody else.
If I'd been a stranger I'm sure Prince would've spotted me right away. He might've even known that I was in the house and was too horny to pay any attention. Besides, the delectable fragrance of my hot-ass wife's pussy probably had his nose turned out on everything else.
Prince had always been a good watch dog. Not an animal to bark at anything and everything, but always alert and eager to give a warning when he thought things weren't right around the house. He'd belonged to Carol for a couple of years before our marriage, but he'd been friendly with me right from the beginning. Maybe because I like dogs and the big German shepherd could sense that fact.
I don't know why I didn't call out to Carol when she didn't meet me at the door. I suppose I thought she'd gone down the street to the corner drugstore-or maybe was visiting a neighbor.
Anyway, I hadn't even put the water on for coffee before I decided I needed to take a leak. The hallway was carpeted, which is another reason Carol and Prince didn't hear me. I never did get to the bathroom. I used the one in a bar not long afterward, though.
The door to the bedroom I shared with my very pretty and beautifully stacked wife was slightly ajar. I don't know why the hell I hadn't noticed that Prince wasn't in the back yard. I suppose I figured that he was in his dog house. Anyway, when I took a look through the narrow crack left because the door hadnt been closed tightly I got a glimpse of the black German shepherd. Moving closer, I pushed the door just enough to have a perfect view. That's when I found out that I wasn't shock-proof.
Maybe I'd suspected something or I wouldn't have been so cautious when I pushed the door open a little further. Maybe I heard a slurping sound. Not that it makes any difference. I stood there staring, almost refusing to believe my eyes.
My darling young wife was naked, her beautiful breasts poking, her very pretty face contorted with passion, the same passion-twisted expression I'd seen and enjoyed so many times while putting the blocks to her. Carol's hands were stroking the big dog's head, as she'd so often stroked my hair and head while I was performing cunnilingus, and the animal's long glistening tongue was lapping the sweet snatch I'd passionately delved my tongue into so many thrilling times.
Then, as I stared, unseen and not heard, strangely fascinated despite my state of mental shock, Carol pushed Prince's head from between her firmly rounded thighs and ordered him to sit. The big dog obeyed, panting, his long red tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, his red and glistening prick sticking way the hell out of its protective sheath.
The size of the horny dog's cock surprised me. The length of the erect organ, I mean. I'd seen the tip and an inch or so exposed before, but I'd never seen Prince with a total hard-on. Actually, I'd never paid much attention to the size of any dog's cock, soft or hard. I'd heard about them being knotted, as Prince's dong was at the moment, and I'd seen strays fucking and still coupled after the male's ejaculation, but aside from that I hadn't given much thought to the subject.
Oh, I'd read about the various forms of bestiality a few times. And had heard a few tales concerning dogs and women making it together, but it'd never entered my mind that Carol liked to make that scene.
There were only a few seconds for me to observe the dog's poking prick, of course. Because my lovely young wife was eager to be pronged. It was easy for me to tell that Prince was well-trained and had had a lot of experience when it came to fucking Carol.
My sexy wife quickly moved until she was kneeling on the carpet and leaning over the bed, her lovely buttocks hiked up for easy penetration. I knew the later because of the blissful fact that I'd often pronged her hot and tight pussy with her in that position.
She didn't give any orders that I could hear. She just put one hand back and patted a firm and smooth ass-cheek. The dog immediately got on all fours, moved forward the short distance, sniffed, then mounted her. Or tried to mount her right away. He jabbed his stiff prick blindly, already hunching as if he'd found his target, and I kept waiting for Carol to do the guiding.
But she didn't, and not much time really passed before the jabbing prick plunged into her gaping gash. Prince started right out fucking fast and furiously, his hindquarters humping like crazy, and Carol hunched right along with the swiftly pistoning cock. She also moaned and made little whimpering sounds, soft sounds that I'd so often caused her to make while fucking her-and while lapping and sucking her cunt and clit-and it was then that I realized that I was standing there on trembling legs with a straining hard-on.
Prince didn't last very long. I could tell when he shot his load. I was sure that Carol had also climaxed. The dog only faltered for a moment or so, then started humping again. But my wife reached back and gave him a shove while telling him to get off.
Again the dog quickly obeyed. As soon as he dismounted he went right to my wife's flooded pussy with his long tongue. He lapped the gash and right on up through the crack of Carol's ass. That's when I turned tail and hauled my butt out of there, my stiff cock straining against my shorts and pants and throbbing like crazy. The dog hadn't lost his hard-on and I didn't want to stand there and watch him fuck Carol again.
Why didn't I let my wife know I was there? During, if not after, the heated action? Because I didn't want to embarrass her. Even in shock, and later when I admitted to myself that the unusual and unexpected sex scene had excited the hell out of me, there were thoughts about not wanting to embarrass Carol.
It was a natural reaction, I think. For me, anyway. I knew that it would've embarrassed me to be caught in such a situation. Not that I mean I could've been observed making it with any kind of an animal. But, like all males and most females with any sex drive at all, I've always masturbated when I felt the urge or need, and I would've been embarrassed as hell if somebody walked in on me while I was beating off a batch.
The comparison was logical, as I wouldn't have interrupted Carol if I'd caught her finger-fucking herself. Or if she'd been masturbating with some inanimate object, for that matter. I would've figured that what she was doing in private was her own business and I could've easily put myself in her place.
These thoughts, along with many others, flashed and flickered through my somewhat feverish mind after I'd gotten behind the wheel of the panel truck. I started the motor and took off quickly, but after a couple of blocks I pulled over to the curb and parked. My leg was trembling and my foot was doing a little dance on the gas pedal.
I remember trying to tell myself that my erection was due to the need to take a leak, a piss hard-on, but I knew differently. I'd been sexually aroused by the sight of my wife being fucked by the dog. I tried to deny it, I know, because I felt that I should've been too disgusted to become sexually excited. I'd been conditioned by society to condemn such activities and the fact that I didn't feel like leaving Carol for what I'd seen her doing made me think I was some kind of a nut.
After a few minutes my legs stopped trembling and my cock lost its hardness. I told myself that I should be angry because my wife had cheated on me with a dog. I decided that I'd been a damn fool for being true to her since our marriage. She didn't know it, but she'd just lost the right to expect me not to cheat on her.
Deciding to have a beer while I thought things over, as well as needing to take a piss, I drove to the nearest bar. I ordered a beer while I was on the way to the can. I was the only customer and I was glad the elderly bartender wasn't in a talkative mood.
Sipping the brew, picturing in my mind what I'd seen in my house, in my bedroom, I decided that no man had ever had a better right to forget his marriage vows. I'd turned down a lot of pussy during the past year. Fourteen months, actually, and I'd always been quick to accept every opportunity for sex when I'd been single.
Thinking of the service call I had to make, and having made it a practice not to drink while working, I finished the beer and went back to the truck. It wasn't much of a job. The customer was an old lady and all I had to do was replace a tube in a set that was very old, but still in surprisingly good shape.
I happened to have the right size tube in the truck. As I said, I'm honest, and my boss would've fired my ass if I'd cheated the old lady. I could've taken the set to the shop and even if the price hadn't been jacked up there would've been an extra charge for pickup and delivery service. The customer was very pleased with the fee and said that she'd tell everybody she knew how fair and reasonable the people were at Acme TV Repairs and Service. I thanked her and told her she could mail the payment to the shop.
Many of the younger female customers had flirted with me, some in a teasing manner, but quite a few had flashed enough flesh and talked in a manner to let me know they were serious. A few who'd plainly let me know that they were available had been very attractive. I guess the latter thought I was either stupid, impotent, or queer.
I'd always pretended that I didn't notice the deliberately exposed flesh, a thigh, a peek at a breast, and a few times a skirt hiked up high enough for a quick glance at pussy hairs. The fact that I was married wasn't the only reason I didn't accept the offer. A fellow can get into trouble fucking around like that. So I've heard and read, anyway, and I'd also always liked to do my own bird hunting.
On the day I caught my darling wife being lapped and fucked by her big dog, and after replacing the tube in the kindly old lady's TV set, I thought of a customer not more than ten blocks away. Her name was Mrs. Bowlin and she'd let me know that she was hot stuff. Her first name was Rita and she'd said just about everything except come right out and tell me she wanted to be fucked.
I decided that it was a good time to give her what she wanted. And what I suddenly wanted, of course, as I've already said that I got so sexually excited watching my wife with the dog that I got a throbbing hard-on. My balls were in danger of reaching the aching stage, too, and I wanted to pay my wife back for cheating on me even if she might not ever know it.
By the time I parked the truck in front of Mrs. Bowlin's apartment building I was even pleased because I had a damned good excuse for sexing it up with a female other than my wife. I took my tool kit with me, of course, so that I could pretend that there'd been a call for service in case the attractive woman had company or her husband was home.
The apartment was on the ground" floor. The door to the building wasn't locked and there wasn't a bell to ring to be admitted. I was suddenly nervous when I knocked on the apartment door and I even had the urge to turn and flee. But I stood there and waited, determined to go through with what I'd started if the attractive woman was alone and willing.
I didn't have to wait long. The door swung inward and Mrs. Bowlin stared at me for a moment, then smiled brightly. She also glanced at my first name, stitched in white on my blue uniform shirt, as if to make sure she had it right, and that wasn't very flattering. I'd been there three or four times and she'd even told me to call her Rita.
"This is a very pleasant surprise, Jim. Did my husband call for service?"
"Not that I know about," I said, meeting her bright-blue eyes. "You told me to drop in for a beer or coffee sometime when I was in the neighborhood and here I am."
Still smiling, Mrs. Bowlin stepped back and motioned for me to enter. "I'm very happy that you decided to accept my invitation, Jim. You'll have to excuse my appearance. I had just finished taking a shower when I heard you knocking, so I grabbed this robe. What will it be? Beer or coffee?"
I'd stepped inside and she'd closed the door. The terrycloth robe had gaped open at the top and I could see into the deep valley between her thrusting titties. She made no attempt to block my view and I had the feeling that I was free to grab her right then without another word being said. But I'd always been quite cautious even in my single days, so I told her that I'd take a beer.
She turned and hurried across the room. I liked the way her ass jiggled under the robe and I hoped I wouldn't get a hard-on too quickly. Not that I'd ever had to worry too much about getting an erection when I didn't want one. Most of my life I'd had enough sex-and I'd never been ashamed to jack-off before starting to have sex with girls at the age of fifteen. Nor was I ashamed to masturbate after I started screwing, for that matter. It was just that I was still sexy-hot because of what I'd witnessed, and thoughts of making it with Mrs. Bowlin certainly didn't cool me off.
I placed the kit containing my tools and testing equipment on the thick carpet by the door. Then I picked an easy chair, also near the door, to park my butt. I decided to let Mrs. Bowlin do all the leading, just in case I'd been mistaken about her intentions, and also because I was out of practice when it came to working up to the point where the talking stopped and the fucking started.
Mrs. Bowlin soon returned with two cans of beer. She'd already popped the tops. She brought one to me, leaning forward so that I got a quick glimpse at her titties. They were firm-looking and I felt my cock responding as she turned and sat down on a couch opposite me.
"I think you told me that you're married, Jim."
We'd been sipping beer in silence for a minute or two. She'd crossed her long legs and the robe had parted, exposing a shapely thigh almost to a rounded hip. Her flesh was a creamy white. She was a redhead and she had her hair in an upsweep, piled on top of her head, and I figured that she was about thirty. Her features were very pretty, really, and I'd already seen enough to know that she had a lovely body.
I'd crossed my legs to hide my lifting cock. I told her that I was married and she wanted to know for how long. I told her and she wanted to know my age. I gave my age, twenty-five, then added the fact that my wife was twenty.
"I've been married for ten years, Jim. I'm thirty-two and my husband's thirty-five. I haven't been married too long not to remember how the sparkle started to dim after the first year or so. Marriage settles into a routine, I mean, and it's easy to understand why the husband, wife, or both...."
Mrs. Bowlin let her words trail off, obviously wanting me to make a comment, and I had the sudden impulse to tell her what had happened to cause me to be there. But I just smiled and said that I thought I knew what she meant.
"My husband and I came to an understanding quite early in our marriage, Jim. We don't feel that we own each other just because we are married and we both have the freedom to enjoy ourselves whenever we have an opportunity."
I knew what she meant, of course-just as I knew that all I had to do was say that I was ready, able, and willing to help her enjoy herself. But I suddenly found myself not so sure that I should take such an important step. After all, Carol hadn't cheated on me with another man. Not to my knowledge, anyway, and in a way the action with Prince had just been a form of masturbation on my wife's part.
Maybe I was even the one to blame, I thought. I couldn't see how it could be my fault, though. I'd always done my homework. Our sexual activities had kind of tapered off during the past few weeks, but it wasn't as if I'd gotten tired of making it with Carol. She'd never turned me down and I seldom let more than two or three days or nights go by without having some kind of sex with her. In fact, we'd had a prolonged session just the night before.
"What are you thinking about, Jim?"
Realizing that I'd been lost in my thoughts, and seeing the slight frown on the woman's pretty face, I grinned and said, "I guess I was mostly thinking about what you said, Mrs. Bowlin. As well as wondering what time your husband might be home."
"I wish you'd call me Rita, Jim. I'm not so much older than you are, you know, and I'd feel more comfortable if you'd address me by my first name. As for your question, my husband won't be home for at least three hours. Why? Do you want to wait and get permission from him to accept what I've offered?"
"I'm sorry if I appear to be a stupid jerk, Rita. I guess that's what I am at the moment. It's just that I've never cheated on my wife and I'm beginning to think that I made a big mistake when I came here. Maybe I'd better go."
Rita finished her beer and put the can on an end table. I'd already finished my beer and I continued to sit there with the empty can in my hand, squeezing the damn thing until it was bent out of shape, telling myself to haul ass, at the same time thinking that I'd prove that I was a stupid jerk by doing so.
"It isn't very flattering to be turned down," Rita said, her eyes and expression serious. "Especially when I know that's what you came for. In fact, I could take your rejection as an insult, Jim. I could even get so angry because of my frustration that I'd start screaming and yelling rape. Not that I'd do a terrific thing like that, of course."
"I hope not," I said, forcing a smile and uncrossing my legs. "I think I'm just as tired of stalling around as you are, Rita. I'm not turning you down, that's for sure, and you can see the reason why."
Rita's eyes dropped to my crotch. I might not be a giant among men in the cock department, but I understand that I'm above average. There's a fraction or so over nine inches of hard meat and muscle when I have an erection and right then I had a throbbing hard-on that was equal to the one I'd gotten while watching the big dog fucking my wife.
Her face flushed, her eyes gleaming, Rita licked her lips and got to her feet. The robe parted all the way down the front. I stared at the poking breasts, the rounded hips, the dark-red bush growing between her full thighs, the long legs, then at the curly red hairs surrounding her cunt again. I felt my stiff prick make a series of little jerking motions against my shorts and blue uniform pants.
Before I could ask if she wanted to go to a bedroom, or even had a chance to get to my feet, Rita rushed forward and dropped to her knees before me. I parted my knees and scooted my butt out closer to the edge of the seat cushion. She snuggled in close, her fingers going to the zipper tab.
I decided that if she wanted to I'd let her suck me all the way off. I was confident that I could get a second hard-on and give her a second load. Because I did want to fuck her before I left the apartment. Since I was going to cheat on Carol, I wanted to get more than a blow-job out of it. I'd always enjoyed having my cock sucked, of course, but I'd always enjoyed having my prick in a hot pussy even more.
Rita did a little fumbling, but she got the zipper pulled down without much delay. She didn't waste any time reaching in and fishing my stiff pecker out into the open. She caressed the throbbing shaft lovingly, using both hands, and said something about it being longer than her husband's penis. Not caring to hear about the size or anything else having to do with her husband's cock, I didn't say anything.
Her fingers started gripping my thrusting tool, squeezing as she made milking motions, and a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. She darted her tongue, scooped up the bead, then spread the clear fluid over the blood-engorged glans with the flat of her tongue.
I thrilled to the delightful sensation, of course, but I didn't make a sound until she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cockhead. Then I couldn't keep from letting out a little gasp. She was an expert, knowing just how to tongue the most sensitive places, starting a gentle suction that soon had the jism churning in my balls.
Rita began taking more of my poking prick into her greedy mouth. She also used one hand to clasp and steady my throbbing shaft while reaching in and fondling my sperm-laden nuts with her other hand. I didn't put my hands on her head and I didn't do any hunching.
I'd never been fast on the trigger. Even when I was just a kid I could usually last as long as I wanted to. Early in life the explosive moments are a lot more important, though, so, like most youngsters, I'd usually shoot off fast and often.
It hadn't taken me all that long to learn that leading up to the ejaculation could be just as enjoyable, however, and I'd found that many females liked to coast for as long as possible before having an orgasm. A great deal of my pleasure had also had to do with pleasing my partner and I'd never been bashful about talking to a female about her likes and dislikes.
As I said, Rita was an expert at the art of fellatio. I could easily tell that she performed the intimate erotic act just as much for her own pleasure as she did to please her partner of the moment. It was also obvious that she wanted me to shoot off in her mouth and wasn't just getting me primed for a fucking session.
The sexy redhead had been sucking for maybe three minutes when she pulled her clinging lips from my throbbing cock and told me to give her what she wanted. She thought I'd been holding back. I met her passion-glazed eyes, grinned, and told her that it'd be a few more minutes even if I started concentrating on making it.
She hadn't stopped milking my cock with her clenched fingers and she was still squeezing my balls. I didn't think she'd been sucking along enough to make her jaws tired. I also figured that she was steaming and getting close to an orgasm. I started to suggest that I fuck her to and through a release and then let her suck me on off, but she began sucking again before I had a chance to say anything.
Knowing that she was getting desperate for my stuff, by the way she started sucking and trying to swallow my entire cock, I started concentrating upon shooting a wad. I dropped the empty and bent beer can to the carpet and began stroking her soft red hair. I also made little hunching movements to give her the encouragement she really didn't need.
She took my swollen cockhead deep into her throat each time she dipped down, then sucked the crown furiously when she lifted, repeating the swift process over and over, and within thirty seconds I was well on the way to a roaring crest. I dug my fingers into her bobbing scalp, knowing that most females liked such treatment-just as I did while tonguing a twat.
I remember thinking that Rita's technique compared favorably with Carol's lavish oral attentions. It was only a fleeting thought, however, because at the same moment I reached the point of no return. I groaned, clutched at Rita's head, tensed all over, closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and a torrent of hot cream gushed out of my jerking and jolting cock into the redhead's hungry mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
Rita managed to gulp down all of my spurting sperm and she kept on sucking and swallowing until she'd drained out the last few sluggish drops. My cock softened rapidly and I removed my hands from her head a full minute before she let the limber organ slip from between her lips.
"You must be steaming," I said, meeting her jpassion-filmed eyes.
"How long will it take for you to get another erection, honey?"
The term of endearment told me that she'd really appreciated the opportunity to give me a blow-job. That didn't have anything to do with what I told her, though. I'd already made up my mind to go down on her. As I've said, she was lovely and clean and had that certain something that made me want to taste her twat. Meaning, of course, that I'd always been a little selective when it came to performing cunnilingus, even though I'd seldom fucked a female I wasn't also willing to lap and suck.
"It isn't necessary to wait until I get another hard-on," I said.
Understanding my meaning, even though she'd admitted later that she thought I might've meant that I'd use my fingers, Rita quickly got down on the soft and thick carpet on her back. I followed, not taking time to kiss and lick her inner thighs, or go through any of the other preliminaries usually associated with cuntlapping, dimly thinking that I'd shuck out of my own clothes before the fucking started.
Rita lifted and parted her knees while I was slipping from the chair. I knew that I was going to enjoy msyelf very much as soon as I got a whiff of the pleasing odor emanating from between the already moist and slightly parted pussy lips. Seeing that the curly red hairs were already parted to each side of the slit, I didn't have to use my thumbs or fingers to prepare the way for my tongue and lips.
Lowering my face and blowing my breath on the glistening cuntal lips, I was rewarded with a little gasp from the lips above. Figuring that Rita was already balanced right on the brink, I only licked the warm gash a couple of times and then slithered my tongue into her hot, clinging cunt. The sweet and salty taste of the aroused woman's cuntal fluids turned me on and my cock began lifting into another erection.
I couldn't resist the impulse to prolong Rita's pleasure until I knew that it turned into near torture for her. I also got a big bang out of swabbing the walls of her tight pussy with the flat of my tongue, then tongue-fucking the clinging folds of cuntflesh until I had her begging me to go to her clit and finish her off.
She'd been hunching as well as rotating her buttocks on the carpet while I held onto her hips. I slipped my hands on around and under and grabbed her firm and sleek ass when she suddenly lurched upward, causing my face to be buried deeper in her crotch. I lapped up higher and made contact with her clitoris.
That slippery bump of stiffened flesh and muscle seemed to vibrate against my tongue. I got my lips around a goodly portion of the bid-shaped organ and added sucking to my lapping. Rita grabbed my hair and her ass wriggled wildly in my clutching fingers. Suddenly she tensed, her fingernails digging into my scalp, and I gulped down the released juices greedily, sucking and swallowing for a few seconds after she sagged limply and removed her fingers from my hair.
"You're very good, Jim. You've had a lot of practice, haven't you?"
I pulled my hands from her buttocks and lifted my head. "Hasn't everybody?" I asked, licking my wet lips and smiling. "Are you ready to be fucked?"
"Jesus, yes!"
"Only after I get as naked as you are," I said.
Saying that she wanted me to get naked and that she wanted me to fuck her on a bed, Rita watched as I got to my feet. I'd recovered the strength in my legs and my cock was thrusting stiffly. Her hot eyes on my erect prick, she lifted her hands for me to help her up.
I pulled her to her feet and she put her arms around my waist and pressed herself close. The underside of my hard cock rested against her warm belly. I put my arms around her and slipped my hands down to her shapely ass. Gazing into my eyes, her lips close to mine, she asked if there was any reason why I wouldn't want to kiss her.
Saying that I couldn't think of any reason, I placed my lips on hers. She opened her mouth and turned what I'd started as a tender kiss into one of passion. I returned her tongue-probing kiss and we lashed our tongues together until she pulled away and said that she wanted to hurry to a bed.
I was more than ready. I followed her jiggling ass across the room, my poking cock swaying from side to side. We went down a hallway and through the first door on the right, my eyes still on her bouncy bottom, and she practically threw herself on a king-sized bed. On her back, her hot eyes didn't miss a move as I quickly stripped myself naked.
Climbing onto the big bed and between Rita's eagerly parted legs, I let her do the guiding. I eased my hard cock into her hot and moist pussy, remaining braced on my hands and arms after I had my ramrod-stiff prick buried balls deep.
She clamped down on my cock and worked her inner cunt muscles just long enough to let me know that she had a snapper. I told her that it took lot of practice to have such an educated pussy.
"Does your wife have an educated pussy, Jim? What's her name?"
"Yes, and her name's Carol."
"I don't even know your last name, Jim."
"It's McClure," I said, pulling my cock almost out of her quivering cunt, then shoving it in again. "Do you want to talk or fuck?"
"Both," she said. She laughed low in her throat, then added, "But the talking can wait! Slam it to me, honey!"
I didn't comply with her wishes right away. I started out pronging her with slow and steady thrusts, gradually increasing the tempo until she began hunching faster and taking the lead. Then I lowered my chest down against her hard-nippled breasts and really began to slam the meat to her.
Rita moaned and cried out when she slammed and I kept pounding away until she stopped all movement, both outwardly and inwardly, and then lifted my chest, leaving my hard cock still buried to the hilt. She wanted to know how long I thought I could last. I jokingly said a couple of hours, then told her that I'd be good for twenty to thirty minutes even if I started trying to ejaculate.
"I'm so happy you decided to visit me, Jim McClure. I think I'll rest for a few minutes while we talk. I'd like to know why you did decide to give me a break, though."
"Because I found you so attractive," I said, withdrawing and getting on my back, wondering if I should tell her the truth.
Rita didn't speak again until she'd lifted, gone down and licked her juices from my poking cock, kissed the blunt end, then stretched out beside me. Then she wanted to know if I'd had a fight with my wife.
"No," I said. "What caused you to ask that?"
"There must be a special reason why you decided to cheat on her, Jim. There are many women like me, and I'm sure you just picked me because you knew I was available, but I really would like to know why you decided to have sex outside your marriage."
I could think of no reason why I shouldn't tell Rita about seeing Prince humping Carol. Sometimes it's better to talk about things instead of keeping them bottled up inside and I didn't know anybody else I could tell-or would want to tell. It wasn't something many men would want to go around broadcasting, I figured, and I thought it'd be interesting to get the hot-ass redhead's reaction.
As I talked, going into details, including the fact that I'd gotten a throbbing erection while witnessing the bestial act, I realized that the mental images were very exciting to me. I also knew that if I hadn't already had a hard-on I would've gotten one while relating the incident.
After I'd finished, and after a short silence, Rita said, "You didn't sound jealous while telling about the dog fucking your wife, Jim. And from the way your cock's still poking, it's obvious that thinking about it didn't turn you off. What's the problem?"
"I just wanted to get your reaction," I said. "Besides, I'm with a lovely naked woman now, so why should I lose my hard-on?"
Rita turned over on her side, facing me, threw a warm leg over mine, and wrapped the fingers of one hand around my thrusting tool. "Thanks for the compliment, honey, and you're a lovely hunk of man, but I don't think you're really all that upset by what you saw. As for my reaction, I feel like rushing right out and buying a horny dog!"
I'd been watching her fist moving up and down on my stiff cock. "What do you think your husband would say about that?" I asked.
"You mean, if he were to come home and catch me making it with a dog? He wouldn't turn tail and run, you can bet your big cock on that. He'd probably get just as excited as you did. If so, he'd undoubtedly join me and the dog and let me suck his cock while I was getting fucked by the animal. I'll ask what his reaction would be at the first opportunity, honey, as you now have me curious."
"I keep telling myself that it'd be silly to be jealous of an animal," I said. "Still, Carol and I made a deal before we got married. We said we wouldn't have sex with anybody else and...."
I let my words trail off, realizing that if Carol hadn't been with another man I'd been the first one to cheat. I wondered what I would've done if Prince had been a man.
Rita put the question that was in my mind into words. I told her that I didn't know, which was the truth, then added that I did know that I wouldn't raise hell with the man. She wanted to know why, and I told her that I'd been with too many married women myself, either knowingly or without knowing it, to get too rough with a man I caught fucking my wife.
"How about your husband?" I asked. "What would he do if he walked in on us now?"
"He'd want to turn it into a threesome, honey. So would I. If you were willing, anyway. Have you ever made that scene?"
"Yes," I said. "When I was sixteen I started making it with a neighborhood hot-ass housewife. It turned out that she and her husband liked that kind of fun. It went on for about a year. Until the couple moved away. I enjoyed myself, of course, but I never really liked being that close to another man. Are you saying that you'd like for me to make the scene with you and your husband?"
"Not if you aren't really willing," Rita said, letting go of my hard cock. "Are your nipples very sensitive? My husband's are. Do you like that?"
The redhead had lifted and jabbed her hot tongue against one of my nipples. The nub jumped to attention, and I didn't bother to tell her the obvious. She licked across my chest to my other nipple and it was just as quickly stiffly erect.
There wasn't any talk for the next few minutes. Rita gave the front of my body a tongue bath. I'm not very hairy. Rita told me later that she liked that fact. She also told me that she liked other things about me. Besides my big cock and my lasting ability, I mean.
I've been told that I'm a good-looking fellow. I've even been called handsome by some people, female and male, but I know that when it comes to looks it's mostly a matter of personal opinion.
I'm five-ten and my body is muscular enough. I have dark hair and eyes. I'm satisfied with the way I look, which I suppose is the most important thing, and I've always been an easy-going fellow. Maybe that's the reason I never did consider divorcing my wife after I saw her being fucked by the dog-and after many other things happened to drastically change our married life.
Rita didn't miss much of my skin between my chest and my knees with her moistly parted lips and her darting, licking tongue. She did skirt around my dark bush and my jutting prick, and I moved my legs helpfully as she lavished her oral attentions upon my inner thighs, but she soon concentrated upon my balls.
She licked the heavy sac until it was covered with saliva, at the same time returning one of her hands to my stiff pecker. While stroking my cock, she sucked one nut into her mouth, then the other, being gentle each time, twirling her tongue, then pushing each ball out of her hot, wet mouth with her slippery oral instrument.
Then, licking up along the underside of my pulsing cock, she planted a wet kiss on the blood-engorged glans, and asked if my wife could give a good blow-job.
"Yes," I said. "Not that I would know how to describe a bad blow-job. Is your husband good at muff-diving?"
"He's very good," Rita said, her eyes on my dick. "He's like you in that way. He understands exactly what to do to give the most pleasure and it's almost like having another female do it. As it is with you, of course. I think I'll take a ride."
I didn't say anything and again a few delightfully pleasurable minutes passed before any more was said. Her words had let me know that she went for the gay stuff. I'd had quite a few experiences with bisexual women, and I guess I suspected what would eventually happen, but I know that I hoped the husband wasn't bisexual.
Rita straddled me, getting on her knees, then lowering her ass in a sitting position, spearing my cock into her cunt and grinding her crotch against mine before starting bouncing movements. Springing up and down on her bended legs, her weight on her knees and thighs, it didn't take long for her to have an orgasm. While she was spasming, her passion registering on her face and in her eyes, I reached up and fondled her poking and swaying, taut-tipped breasts.
I still wasn't anywhere near even starting the dash toward a climax when she settled down, her succulent pussy quivering around my hard tool. As soon as she recovered, she lifted and again went down and cleaned my cock with her lips and tongue before stretching out beside me.
Before she could start another conversation, I lifted and straddled her lovely body. I started out by feasting upon her boobies, one firm spiked mound, then the other, knowing that I was causing little electric-like Shockwaves to dart back and forth between her breasts and her loins. I knew this was true because a few females, including my very lovely and very sexy wife, had described the sensations to me. I also experience the same thrilling sensations when my own nipples are tongued and sucked.
Lavishing my oral attentions upon Rita's titties until I had her squirming heatedly, I left the saliva-coated mounds and began working my way lower. I traced intricate little designs with my darting and licking tongue, leaving a wet, twisting trail on her trembling belly, at the same time molding her exciting nakedness with my hands.
Rita's navel was almost as shallow as Carol's dainty belly button. I experienced a pang of guilt as I jabbed my tongue around and in Rita's belly button, but the feeling quickly passed. After all, I told myself, it was more natural for me to be sexing it up with another woman than it was for my wife to make it with a dog.
I took my time as I kissed and licked lower, automatically comparing Rita's charms with Carol's. Rita's curly pubic hairs were dark red, as-I've said, and Carol's are blonde. Carol's skin is a kind of golden color, something like a light tan, and Rita's flesh was a creamy white. I'd always gone for blondes, even before meeting my wife, but that didn't mean that I didn't also go for the different types of attractive female flesh.
Skirting around Rita's bush and cunt, I stroked her smooth and rounded outer thighs while my excitement soared as it always did when my face was near a pussy. She moved her legs helpfully as I kissed and licked one warm inner thigh down to the knee, then moved over and worked my way up along the other sleek inner thigh.
Wanting to see as well as touch and taste, I moved until I was propped on my elbows between her lifted and widely parted knees. I lowered my hands and used my thumbs to part the puffy cuntal lips. The glistening inner folds of cuntflesh were a dark red, in contrast to my wife's cunt's pinkish hue, but the delectable fragrance was similar.
It didn't bother me that I'd so recently had my cock in Rita's snatch. I'd lost what few inhibitions I'd ever had while getting a practical education in the pleasures of sexual expression with the neighbor woman when I was sixteen-and then when her husband had joined, of course. Before that happy event, the first time I made it with the sexy neighbor woman, I'd fumbled around with a few younger females, but they'd all been backward, bashful, or both-and possibly just as ignorant as I'd been.
As the sharp edge had been taken from Rita's passion, she didn't become impatient while I took my time gazing upon what always remains something of a mystery to many men throughout their lifetime. It isn't always the man's fault, of course. Many females won't allow themselves to be so completely exposed to the eyes of their partner. Sad, I believe, but true all the same, and not really any more sad than many other sexual hangups suffered by so many men and women in this so-called age of enlightenment.
Not all that much time passed between the time I started looking and started lapping. I really worked Rita over, sensing that she enjoyed a little roughness, and after nibbling at the tender tissues with my lips I chewed gently with my teeth. She lurched upward at that point, proving what I'd thought, and clutched at my hair and head with her strong fingers.
Slipping my hands around and under and clasping her wriggling ass, I then went to what I've heard called the little man in the boat. That elongated passion-button seemed to be longer and more swollen than the first time I'd lapped and I sucked the slippery bump of sensitive flesh. Which it was, I suppose. Anyway, I lapped and sucked in what I considered to be my usual expert manner and Riat was soon once again caught up in the throes of a convulsive release.
The redhead went a little wild, really, and if I hadn't been so experienced in the art of cunnilingus I might've thought I was going to smother or drown in the hot and wet folds of clinging cuntflesh. As it was, I easily managed to survive her blistering finish without any trouble, drinking down the released juices without ceasing my greedy sucking, and keeping on even after she'd relaxed and removed her digging fingers from my bobbing scalp.
"Your wife's a very lucky girl, honey." I'd pulled my hands from Rita's ass and lifted my head from between her thighs. Deciding that she might be fishing for a compliment, I told her that I thought her husband was a very lucky man. Then, thinking about what had caused me to sample her charms, I said that my wife probably didn't feel all that lucky to be married to me. Rita wanted to know what I meant, and I said that Carol couldn't be satisfied with my capabilities if she needed a dog to put the blocks to her.
"I think you have the wrong slant on things, Jim. What your wife does with the dog is probably just looked upon by her as an extra pleasure to enjoy. She isn't doing you any harm. Not if she doesn't hold out on you. Besides, you were really quick to grab an excuse for some outside sex. How long ago was it that you saw your wife being fucked by the German shepherd? An hour? Two hours?"
"You made your point," I said. "And the mention of time reminds me that I'm supposed to be working. I'd better start my final dash, finish, then get out of here."
While speaking I'd been moving into position between Rita's legs. She let me do my own guiding, then wrapped her arms around my neck as my stiff cock penetrated deep into her hot twat and I lowered my chest down onto her spiked titties. She licked my wet lips before jabbing her tongue into my mouth. Her hot and slippery tongue darted in and out of my mouth in harmony with my prick pronging her pulsing pussy.
Soon we both had to break for air. I buried my face beside hers and kept increasing the speed of my thrusts. I'd started out fucking her fairly fast, concentrating on shooting my load, and she moved Tight with me. She even had her inner motor turned on part of the time, but after she'd climaxed twice I was still primed and pumping.
"I thought you were going to let the jism spurt," Rita said. "What's wrong, Jim? Has my blabbing turned you off?"
Rita had stopped moving. I left my cock buried, lifted, and looked into her eyes. "I guess I stalled just a little too long, Rita. It happens like that at times, you know."
"I do know," Rita said. "The same thing happens to my dear husband quite often. He's a little older, though, and I'm sure he's also more jaded. Do you corn-hole your wife?"
"I have," I said. "Not often, though, and only when she requests that kind of sex. She's a little tender back there and I've never been all that interested in ass-fucking. I don't like to inflict pain and an asshole's just a little too tight, anyway. Too tight for my comfort, I mean, but-"
"I didn't ask for a speech," Rita cut in with a smile. "My husband sometimes corn-holes me when he has trouble getting his gun and I'd like to take on your big cock in that manner."
"You should've let me finish my speech," I said, grinning. "I was going to make the offer. Do you want us to stay in this position?"
"I'd rather get on my hands and knees," Rita said. Then she laughed and added, "Under the circumstances don't you think it'd be more appropriate to do it dog-fashion?"
I laughed along with the redhead even though I didn't appreciate the attempt at humor all that much.
CHAPTER THREE
After I'd withdrawn and Rita was on her hands and knees, I asked if she'd like for me to use a lubricant other than pussy juice, adding that when breaking my wife into that type of sex I'd used K-Y jelly. She said that we'd try it first without getting another lubricant, then told me that there was a jar of petroleum jelly in the drawer of the bedside table in case we found that it was needed.
Getting behind Rita's uplifted buttocks, I looked at the tiny puckered anal opening. I'd told Rita the truth about my reasons for not caring much for corn-holing, but another reason was because the terrific heat always made it difficult for me to keep myself under control. In this case I was in a hurry to dump my load and get back to work, though, so it didn't make any difference. Besides, I'd always tried to please a sex partner and Rita had made the request.
To make sure my hard cock was as slippery as possible under the circumstances, as it had been exposed to the drying air for some time, I shoved into the redhead's succulent snatch and let my entire stiff shaft soak for a few seconds.
Then, pulling my wetly glistening and stiffly thrusting cock from Rita's clinging cunt, I placed the blunt end against her anus. I could feel her relax, a sign that she was no novice when it came to ass-fucking, and heard her tell me that she was ready. Her words were slightly muffled, as she'd leaned forward and rested a cheek on the mattress. I pushed and she groaned as my cockhead popped past the tight elastic ring.
I gritted my teeth while adjusting to the heat. Leaving only my cockhead embedded in the hot and tight ass-flesh, I waited until she told me that she was all right, then slowly began to ease my throbbing tool into the tight tunnel. Rita clutched at the sheet and mattress with her fingers and made little whimpering sounds, but I knew that she didn't want me to stop.
My cock was slipping in easily enough, due to the pussy secretions coating it, and I fleetingly wondered-as I had before-why anybody would want to suffer in such a manner. I'd been told by females, of course-including my wife-that the pelasure that soon resulted was well worth the short period of pain that had to be endured, but it still didn't make much sense to me. It seemed to me that there were too many other sexual pleasures to be enjoyed to even consider trying something that was painful in the beginning.
Still, as I've said before, I like to please my partner, and Rita had requested the corn-holing session. By the time I'd plowed my pulsating prick to the hilt in the redhead's clinging, clutching rectum I was having to fight for control. Seeming to sense that fact, Rita remained perfectly still, except for a slight twitching around the base of my totally embedded cock, and I had time to mentally overcome my physical desire to let my throbbing cock explode.
When Rita did let me know by a little hunching movement that she was ready and eager for the pronging to begin, I'd adjusted to the steaming heat and was sure that I could last at least long enough to make her climax. With the help of a finger or two in her cunt, of course, as it's usually necessary to stimulate a female in that manner when fucking her in the ass.
Putting a hand on each one of Rita's firmly rounded hips, I slowly eased my hard cock out until only the crown remained encompassed by her clutching ass-flesh, then just as slowly pushed back in until my body-hugging balls slapped against her gaping gash. She moaned and said something about how great it felt and I repeated the slow process again and again, trying to think about anything and everything except the sensation the clinging heat was producing in my slowly pronging prick. Soon my feverish mind would be on nothing except the wonderful sensations, of course, but I didn't want to take a chance on leaving the sexy, hot-ass redhead hanging suspended somewhere out in space.
I could tell that Rita was really enjoying the ass-fucking, but it must've been a couple of minutes before she began hunching along with me. Knowing that she was well on her way toward an orgasm, I started going all out, both mentally and physically, in my own dash toward a blissful climax.
Soon I was really pounding the hard meat to-her ass, and I blurted out that I was ready any time she was. She moaned and said something unintelligible in a muffled voice, but I knew what she meant by the even wilder movements of her buttocks and the rest of her body. Figuring that I was good for another thirty seconds and about that many strokes, I leaned over and slipped one hand under to her fur-lined cunt without slowing my fast pace.
Still without faltering in my powerful pronging, I inserted two fingers into Rita's quivering cunt, one on each side of her unhooded clitoris, and stimulated her by finger-fucking her in harmony with my prick pistoning in her asshole. Just as she shuddered through a spasmodic orgasm the jism churning in my balls shot through my throbbing cock and sprayed her churning bowels. She cried out with pleasure and I didn't try to keep back the moans that spilled from between my parted lips.
We kept moving together slower and slower as our passions simmered down and my cock began to soften. I remained flaked out over her butt, back and shoulders for the short period of time it took for me to recover, and Rita said that she wanted to be with me and my big cock again. I didn't answer as I lifted and got a handy towel from the headboard, then used it as I withdrew my limber cock from Rita's flooded bunghole. She reached back and took the towel and told me that the bathroom was down the hallway, the second door on the right. I swung from the bed and she followed, clutching the towel in place, saying that she was going to soak in a tub of hot water.
There was a shower stall. I stepped inside and closed the curtain, hearing Rita drawing the water in the tub as I adjusted the shower spray. I did a good job, working up a soapy lather on my limp cock and drained balls, wondering if I should agree to return. I wanted another session with the sexy redhead, of course, but I was afraid she'd want to bring her husband in on the deal (and I wasn't interested in making that scene.
By the time I'd rinsed and stepped from the stall Rita was sitting in the tub. I took a towel from among several on a rack and gave myself a brisk rubdown. Rita was soaping her poking breasts. She looked at me and smiled.
"I'd like to see you tomorrow at the same time, Jim. Early in the afternoon, I mean. Don't worry, honey. My husband won't be home. I know somebody else I want you to meet. I'm sure you've made it with two uninhibited females at the same time and if you visit me tomorrow I'll have one of my best friends here. Is it a date?"
"I'll try to make it," I said, mentally excited. "I'll call you around noon if something comes up to prevent me from behing here."
"If something comes up you'd better bring it here," Rita said, laughing and looking at my limply hanging cock.
Thinking that if I didn't get the hell out of there I'd soon be making it with the redhead again, I just grinned and winked and hauled ass. I went to the bedroom, quickly dressed, and almost forgot my tool kit on the way out of the apartment.
In the truck, I drove to the nearest phone booth to call the shop. I'd been after my boss to get a two-way radio, but he'd kept stalling, saying that business wasn't so good and that it was a lot cheaper for me to call in. He was right about it being cheaper to phone, but he was wrong about business not being good. Most of the time we were snowed under and I often wished that I hadn't answered the help-wanted ad.
I'd been working for a larger outfit when Carol and I got married. After three months I'd changed jobs. I'd been doing mostly bench work at the big TV repair shop and it'd been almost like working on a production line in a factory. The pay had been good, and I'd worked regular hours, but I hadn't really been satisifed. Like many men, I'd wanted a business of my own and the deal with Acme had seemed like a faster way to reach that goal.
Acme was a one-man operation when I was hired. Except for Claude Mayfield's wife, of course. Marie had always worked the counter and taken care of the bookkeeping for Claude. In fact, it'd been Marie's idea to expand the business by hiring me and buying the truck. Claude would've been content to just let things drift along. He had a drinking problem.
Claude had put twenty years in the Army and he would've been satisfied to live on his pension. He was only forty-five, but he looked much older. Marie was thirty-five and looked younger. She'd pushed him, thinking that a bigger business would help keep him off the bottle, and she was also ambitious.
She'd interviewed me and checked my qualifications. She'd offered me a little more money than I'd been making, but I'd accepted mostly because there'd been a hint that I might be able to work my way into a partnership. There'd also been other reasons for changing jobs. I wouldn't have to stay cooped up in the shop all the time, I could get the necessary experience to operate a business, and Marie was a very attractive woman.
The latter was only a minor detail at the time, as I had no intention or reason to cheat on my wife, but it was a factor in letting myself be convinced that I had an opportunity to better my position in life. I'd taken just about all my savings for a down payment on the house and I didn't have the dough to open a shop of my own.
Anyway, I'd talked it over with Carol, she'd liked the idea, and it'd been less than a week when I'd found out about Claude's drinking problem. He'd gone on a bender that had lasted two days, throwing all the work on me, but Marie had given me a bonus-and had continued to do so each time Claude had been gone or was too drunk to work.
I'd had many chances to talk to Marie, of course. Ahd hadn't said it in so many words, but I'd had the impression right from the beginning that Claude wasn't giving her all the action she wanted and needed. I'm not conceited enough to think that when a female's being very friendly with me it necessarily means that she has the hots and wants me to do something about it, but I did have the definite feeling that Marie wouldn't have resisted any advances I might've made. In any case, my thoughts on the subject turned out to be correct, but I doubt that I'd ever gotten around to making it with Marie if I hadn't caught my wife making it with the German shepherd.
When I made the phone call after leaving Rita's apartment, Marie answered, as usual, and she gave me three names and addresses. I jotted them down on a pad I carried for the purpose and she told me to return to the shop without calling again. I didn't think anything about that, as it was getting late enough for her to stall the calls for service until the next day, and I figured that I'd get off at the regular time. Claude had been on the wagon for almost two weeks and he usually managed to handle the rush jobs when he was sober.
I replaced a couple of tubes for the first customer, but at the next two places I had to take the sets in for repairs. In fact, I tried to talk one of the customers out of having the set repaired. It was a wise-ass man, though, and I had to lug the heavy, out-of-date set down three flights of stairs, knowing damn well that the guy wouldn't pay the price Marie would have to quote when she called to give an estimate. It also meant that I'd have to return the set and argue with the fellow about the standard pickup and delivery fee. Life can't be all sunshine, though, so I didn't give the wise-ass another thought after getting the heavy TV set in the truck.
I remember that I did have to lug the big set back up the three flights of stairs a couple of weeks later. The man wouldn't pay the quoted price and Marie had to threaten to sue before she finally received a check in the mail a couple of months later.
I also remember seeing a woman walking a dog while I was driving back to the shop. I'd seen many females walking many dogs, of course, but this time I just naturally took a special interest. I even slowed the truck and took a good look at the young and attractive female with the Great Dane, wondering if the big dog got the chance to lap and bang his pretty and shapely owner, at the same time telling myself that it was stupid to judge all dog owners by what I'd found out about Carol. Still, such thoughts always pop into my mind when I see a woman with a dog and I can't help that.
It didn't surprise me when I got back to the shop to find that Claude had left at noon and hadn't come back. I didn't say anything when Marie looked in from the office just long enough to give me that information. After unloading the truck, using the rear entrance and leaving the truck parked in back of the building, I sat down at my work bench and started checking out a portable set I'd already spent a couple of hours on that morning.
My hours were seven until five, six days a week, and I'd often work a few hours on Sunday. Often I was carrying part of Claude's work-load, but just as often he put in more hours than I did. Carol was understanding about my long hours. I was making good money, as Marie always paid me overtime and often a bonus, and I'd gotten Carol interested in the possibility of a partnership.
Marie and Claude had living quarters over the shop and office. I'd been up there quite a few times for a sandwich, or even a meal when I worked overtime, but Marine always seemed uncomfortable when I was in their living quarters and Claude wasn't around. That, in turn, caused me to be uneasy, and I usually walked a couple of blocks to a small restaurant for a bite to eat. When I heard Marie locking the front door at five o'clock, I started getting ready to go home. I'd finished the portable and it was going to take another hour or so to finish the set I was on at the moment. I was straightening my bench and putting my tools in place when Marie entered.
"Would you mind too much working a few hours longer, Jim? I promised two sets for early in the morning before I realized that Claude had gone on a toot. The one on your bench and the big job over there in the corner. I'll fix you a hot meal."
"You don't have to bother cooking," I said. "I'll call my wife, then eat something down the street."
"I don't like to eat alone," Marie said.
There was a smile on her full lips, but her dark eyes were serious. I told her that I'd be glad to eat with her, then went in the front to call my wife. Carol took the news okay, as she was used to me not being home for dinner and seldom started cooking until I arrived. I liked to relax with a drink or a beer after showering and before eating, anyway, so it was usually close to seven when we had dinner even if I didn't work overtime.
It was shortly after six when Marie called down that it was time to eat. She'd prepared an excellent meal. There wasn't much talk while we were eating and after apple pie and coffee I said that I'd better get back to work.
"How long do you think it'll take to finish the two sets, Jim?"
"Two hours. Maybe three. Why?"
"I thought I'd go out a little later. It gets lonely as hell around here, I guess you know, and I don't expect Claude back tonight. I suppose I'm doing wrong by keeping you from your wife."
"She's used to it," I said. "Carol doesn't seem to mind, I mean, and the extra money comes in handy."
"She'll at least have you to sleep with tonight," Marie said. "You do go right home from work, don't you?"
"Sure," I said, getting to my feet. "Do you want me to help you with the dishes?"
Marie told me that she didn't need or want any help and I went back down to the shop. Afterward, while working, I decided that I'd probably passed up a damn good chance to sample Marie's charms. But I didn't like the idea of taking advantage of her due to loneliness because her husband was out on a drunken spree. Besides, I'd had plenty of action that afternoon, it was possible that I'd be expected to do my homework when I got home, and I was already looking forward to the threesome with Rita and her friend the next day.
Marie came down shortly after eight o'clock.
She was all dressed up, as if she were going to a party, and she was very cool toward me. I realized that she felt rejected, and I did have the desire to enjoy all the sexual activities with her, but I still didn't think it wise to become intimately involved with my boss. Also, I'd made up my mind that the only way I'd make it with the lovely woman was if she came right out and told me what she wanted.
Telling me that she'd see me the next morning, and not to forget to lock the door, Marie left. Her car was parked in back and I didn't start working until I heard her drive away, thinking that if I really needed some action there probably wouldn't be a pussy available.
It was almost eleven o'clock before I had the big color set in perfect shape. The one Marie had indicated in the corner. I made out the statements on the sets I'd serviced, then made sure the door was locked when I left. I had the use of the panel truck full-time. That enabled me to leave our three-year-old car home for Carol.
There was a feeling of relief when I discovered that my wife had already gone to bed and was asleep. I didn't feel like talking. Vivid mental pictures flashed through my mind as soon as I entered the house and I still didn't know if I wanted to tell Carol that I'd discovered her secret. The secret as far as I was concerned, anyway, as it didn't enter my mind that anybody else knew about my wife having sexual relations with the dog.
I got a hard-on while taking a shower. That wasn't unusual, and if I had sex each and every time I got an erection I'd probably fuck until I was slap-happy. My cock had drooped by the time I joined my wife on the bed without using a light.
We both slept in the nude-and still do-and I turned my back to Carol when I got under the sheet.
Even in her sleep, or maybe in a drowsy state, she turned over and pressed her warm and perfectly shaped body against me. Feeling her wonderful warmth, her luscious full titties pushing against my back, her curly blonde bush crushed tightly against my ass, my cock automatically lifted into a thrusting, throbbing erection.
But her hand didn't circle over my body and go exploring for my genitals, so I knew that she wasn't awake enough to consciously want sex. I briefly debated with myself, really wanting to lap and fuck my lovely young wife's sweet snatch, but I decided against it. Not because of the action I'd observed with Prince, as I knew that Carol had bathed and was fresh and clean, but because I didn't want the talk that might result if we had sex. And it wasn't only that I wasn't ready to discuss the action with the dog-I was afraid I'd spill my guts about the thrilling pleasure I'd enjoyed with Rita.
I soon went to sleep, despite my hard-on and my somewhat confused thoughts, but I woke up during the night cuddling Carol and sucking on one of her beautiful breasts. Driven by a desire that had consumed me many times before, and knowing that my very sexy wife wouldn't object even when she became fully awake, I moved down under the sheet, kissing and licking the truly wonderful body of the girl I knew I'd always love no matter what.
Nuzzling my face into Carol's warm and delightfully scented crotch, I used my tongue to part the short and curly pubic hairs. I licked the perfectly formed cuntal lips a few times, then snaked my tongue deep into the hot and tasty folds of cuntflesh. I felt my wife's lovely ass begin to squirm and then felt the sheet being pushed from over my bobbing head. I heard the soft little moans drifting down from the lips above and knew that Carol was fully awake.
Grabbing a firm and sleek ass-cheek with each hand, I tongue-fucked Carol with all the skill at my command, losing myself in the glory of giving my dear wife the ultimate in erotic, intimate oral attentions, soon sending her soaring to the highest of all peaks by greedily lapping and sucking her elongated clitoris, the bump of sensitive and slippery flesh that I dimly realized was like no other I'd ever tasted.
She'd grabbed my hair and head. I continued to gulp down the tasty secretions for a few seconds after she'd removed her clutching fingers and told me what she wanted. She used basic English, as we'd never been ashamed to speak bluntly, and I kicked free of the sheet as I moved into position for the penetration.
I'd had a throbbing hard-on from the moment I'd discovered myself suckling her hard-nippled breast, of course-and undoubtedly before that-and I glued my wet mouth to her parted lips as she guided my ramrod-stiff cock into her sweet pussy.
Carol wrapped her smooth arms around my neck and her long, sleek legs around my waist as we kissed passionately, using our tongues, and my hard cock plunged deep into her hot, clutching cunt. She used her snapper during the short time my pulsing prick remained buried balls deep, then turned her inner motor off as we broke the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss and I started fucking her with slow and steady strokes.
We moved together as one there in the darkness and I wished there was a light on, even if I could easily picture her pretty passion-contorted features that become beautiful to me when she was so passionate.
My wife had always been like a hot firecracker. She spasmed at least three times, bucking and lurching and crying out, before I was nearing the point of no return. Sensing that I was about to start my final drive, she made a suggestion that I knew was made for reasons other than saving a trip to the bathroom. I willingly went along with her wishes and we were soon on our sides and locked in the sixty-nine position.
Due to many such thrilling experiences with each other, we were able to time it so that we climaxed at the same time. I sucked up and gulped down her released juices while she was just as greedily gulping down the hot cream spurting from my spasmodically jerking and jolting cock.
We soon drifted back into a deep and peaceful sleep without exchanging another word. I do remember thinking that before too much time passed we'd just about have to talk and bring everything out into the open, though-and I'm sure I also hoped that she would be as understanding with me as I was prepared to be with her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Since our blissful sexual activities during the night weren't at all unusual in our marriage, they weren't mentioned by Carol or by me the next morning. We got up at the usual time, Carol fixed my breakfast as usual, and our chit-chat was similar to that of many other mornings. She did say that she might do some shopping, in case I dropped by the house and wondered where she was, and I didn't have any trouble keeping my mouth shut. I was beginning to dread more and more what would undoubtedly be a kind of showdown where our relationship was concerned.
Prince hadn't barked when I'd entered the house the night before, as he'd recognized the truck and me, but he gave me his usual "good-morning" bark when I went out the back door. We kept the big animal chained to his roomy dog house, as we didn't have a fence, but we usually let him run free at least for a few minutes each day. He was very obedient and I'd never had any trouble getting him to let me chain him again, so I took the time to let him get some exercise.
Driving to the shop, which took about twenty minutes, I suddenly wondered what Carol had thought when she'd seen me patting and playing with Prince. She could be laughing at me, I thought, deciding that possibility was enough of an excuse for me to visit Rita that afternoon.
Marie had already opened the office and shop. She gave me her usual bright smile and cheery greeting and I asked if she'd had a good time the night before. She told me that she had, averting her eyes while doing so, and I asked if Claude had returned. She said he hadn't and I told her not to worry, that he'd probably show up soon.
"I stopped worrying about Claude long ago," Marie said. "I stopped worrying about his drinking, that is, as I'll probably always worry about him getting into trouble while he's on a spree."
The phone rang and ended the conversation. I went to work and remained at the bench for a couple of hours, as I never started making calls before nine. The morning passed in a routine manner and I didn't think of my date with Rita all that often. Luckily, I was able to arrange things after I'd stopped at a sandwich shop for a light lunch so that I had a couple of free hours during the right period of time in the afternoon.
I took my tool kit, just in case Rita might be concerned about gossiping neighbors, and knocked on the apartment door at practically the same time I had the day before. The redhead was right there, smiling brightly, obviously very happy to see me. In fact, as soon as I was inside, the door was closed, and I'd put the tool kit down, Rita threw her arms around my neck and pressed herself close.
Returning her kiss, accepting her hot and slippery tongue, I slipped my hands down to her buttocks and knew that she wasn't wearing panties under the thin dress. I sucked on her tongue until she pulled her head back, my cock responding to the oral pleasure and to her closeness.
"My friend just arrived a few minutes ago, honey. She's in the bathroom. Her name's Sue and she's really more than a friend, of course. We've been making it together for almost a year. She's younger, only twenty-four, and her husband works with my husband. Let's sit down. Sue will be right out. I told her all about you on the phone this morning and she's very excited about meeting you."
I'd let go of Rita's thinly covered ass and followed her over to a couch. I parked my butt beside her when she sat down, glad that I'd had sex with my wife during the night. My action with Carol had been a great joy, of course, but it would also help me last longer and make a good showing with Rita and the girl named Sue.
"Did you tell your wife about seeing her with the dog, Jim?"
"No," I said. "Did you tell your husband about the session you had with me?"
"I don't keep anything from him," Rita said. "He got a big bang out of hearing about the dog fucking your wife. Did you have sex with your wife last night?"
Sue entered before I could answer. She reminded me of Marie in a way. She had dark hair and eyes and an olive complexion. Her face wasn't quite as pretty-to me, anyway-but it turned out that she was just as shapely as Marie. I got to my feet while Rita was going through the introduction bit, glad my cock hadn't lifted enough to make too big of a bulge. I didn't want to appear to be a sex-nut right off the bat, even if I do sometimes think the description fits me to a T.
"Rita has told me many interesting and exciting things about you, Jim. I hope you aren't too upset because of your wife's relations with the dog.
Bestiality is really quite common, I believe, and the subject has always fascinated me. Anything having to do with sex fascinates me, of course-as Rita would be the first to tell you."
I'd dropped my butt back down beside Rita and Sue had picked the chair I'd used the day before. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse. Her legs were bare and I could see enough of her thighs to make me want to see more.
"I think I'm getting used to the fact that my wife likes to make it with a dog," I said. "She didn't cut me off, anyway, and I suppose I should be thankful for that."
"Jim didn't tell his wife about seeing her being lapped and fucked by the dog," Rita said, getting to her feet. "Since Jim's time is limited, I think we should skip the talk for now and get on with what we all want. Any objections?"
"Not from me," Sue said, smiling and also standing. "Why don't we stay right here where we'll have plenty of room?"
Saying that she thought Sue had a good idea, Rita quickly whipped her dress off over her head. While the redhead was freeing her breasts, I leaned over and started taking off my shoes and socks. But I still managed to keep my eyes on Sue. She removed her blouse, wriggled out of her tight-ass skirt, then straightened and quickly unhooked her bra and revealed her high-riding, perky titties. I could see the dark bush through her thin panties and she peeled the brief garment down and off while I was getting to my feet.
Rita had stepped aside, her hands lifted and cupping her poking breasts. She said that she'd just watch until I got acquainted with Sue in the best of all possible ways, and I could tell that Sue appreciated the words just as much as I did. I'd been lucky enough to make it with two hot-ass females at the same time before, and they'd usually wanted to start out making it together while I watched. I wanted it to be that way later with Rita and Sue, of course, but first I wanted to sample the many goodies Sue had to offer.
I was glad that I'd put on clean shorts as well as a fresh uniform that morning. I never wear an undershirt during the summer, so that enabled me to get completely naked a little faster. By the time I stepped out of the circle my shorts and pants had made around my ankles my cock was totally hard and poking proudly.
"Rita was absolutely right, Jim! You do have a big beautiful cock!"
Rita said, "Suck the big beauty, Sue. As I also said, Jim can last and last."
Her dark eyes gleaming, Sue moved forward and dropped to her knees before me. She caressed my stiff shaft lovingly with her smooth fingers for a few seconds, planted a moist kiss on the blunt end, then opened her mouth wide and engulfed the swollen glans. She twirled her tongue, seeking out the most sensitive places, then began a gentle suckling, making no effort to take any more of my thrusting shaft into her hot mouth.
I liked the way Sue performed fellatio. She didn't get greedy, maybe because Rita had already told her that it'd take a great deal of time and effort to bring on a spurting reward, but I enjoy having my cock sucked by a female in a rather leisurely manner. I let Sue suck for a minute or so, then asked Rita if she hadn't told Sue that I was also a very oral person.
"I told her that you have a very talented tongue," Rita said, her gaze remaining fixed upon Sue's bulging cheeks, her thumbs flicking back and forth across her own stiffened nipples.
Sue ceased her gentle sucking, pulled her clinging lips from my blood-engorged cockhead, and quite gracefully got on her back on the carpet. I dropped to my knees between her eagerly parted legs, my eyes on her dark crotch, her slightly parted pussy lips, and she wriggled her ass against the carpet.
"Just take a taste, Jim. You'll have plenty of time to eat pussy later. Right now I'm hot to have your big cock buried in my snatch."
I met Sue's blazing eyes. "In other words, you want to be fucked immediately. I have the will power to keep my tongue out of your twat from now on, hot stuff."
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"
"You didn't," I said, grinning. "I was just kidding and I will only take a taste for now."
And I proceeded to do just that. Her cunt was hot and tasty, as I'd figured it would be, and after probing deep into the palpitating cuntflesh, I went to her stiffened clit with my tongue. I flicked the bud-shaped organ just enough to bring a gasp from above, then lifted my head and moved into position to plug her pussy with my prick.
Sue was really hot to be pronged. She grabbed my stiff dick with both hands, then lurched upward as soon as the knob was in and her hands were out of the way. I started right out fucking her at a fast clip, riding high to make contact with her clit, remaining braced on my hands and arms so I could observe her passion-twisted face.
She closed her eyes tightly and chewed on her own lips. She lifted her knees, dug her heels into the carpet, and bucked and wriggled like crazy. We fucked up a storm for maybe sixty seconds before she cried out, rolled her head back and forth on the carpet, her black hair swirling, and had an orgasm that lasted at least another fifteen seconds. I kept right on pounding away, aware that Rita had gotten down on the carpet beside us, fleetingly giving thanks that I had enough stamina to take care of both hot-ass females without even having to worry about holding back.
As soon as Sue stopped moving, Rita told me to shift over. The redhead's words were really unnecessary, as I'd just kept on pronging Sue to make sure she was temporarily satisifed, and it didn't take me very long to withdraw my stiff cock from Sue's juicy twat and move over between Rita's long legs.
Rita let me do my own guiding and she pulled my mouth to hers just as soon as my cock was embedded in her trembling pussy. I returned the redhead's passionate kiss and started pumping. She answered with counter-thrusts just a little faster and soon we were really fucking up a storm. She lasted longer than Sue had, maybe because my cock and style of fucking were no longer new to her, and I kept pounding away after she'd sagged limply and pulled her mouth and tongue from mine.
"Shift over and fuck Sue again," Rita said, pushing against my chest. "Do you think you can last as long as you did yesterday?"
"I'll give it a damned good try," I said, lifting, pulling my hard cock from Rita's juicy cunt, then again moving over between Sue's legs.
Sue put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers as soon as I'd slipped the meat to her again. We fucked more slowly the second time and I soon broke the tongue-lashing kiss and buried my head beside hers. Her hair smelled good and except for being black it reminded me of Carol's silky-soft hair.
Soon I felt Rita caressing and kissing my slowly humping ass. Then I felt her rubbing her hard-nippled breasts around over my butt. I reached back with one hand and found her crotch. I slipped a finger into her snatch and finger-fucked her while holding onto Sue's wriggling ass with my other hand.
"I'm just about to melt again," Sue said, her breath warm in my ear.
I heard Rita say that she was getting close to another orgasm but that she'd prefer a tongue to a finger. I pulled my finger from Rita's cunt, not breaking the rhythm of my strokes into Sue's clutching snatch, and told Rita to come up where I could get at her.
The redhead was moving before I finished speaking. With Rita's ass beside Sue's head and mine, it was easy for me to lap one cunt while I was fucking the other. Both females spasmed very quickly and Sue was surprised to find my cock still hard and my balls still loaded.
I withdrew and went down and started lapping Sue's cunt. Rita moved down, got on her back between my legs, then started sucking my cock. I lapped and sucked Sue's passion-button until she had another spasmodic release. While I was still gulping down the secretions, and hunching along with Rita's greedy sucking, Sue said that she wanted to suck me all the way off.
Rita pulled her mouth from my throbbing tool, got out of the way, and I rolled over on my back, my stiff prick jutting toward the ceiling. Sue didn't waste any time getting my cock into her mouth and this time she started taking the knob deep, working on the head with her throat muscles each time she dipped down. Rita started tonguing and sucking my stiffened nipples, each in turn, and I realized just how much I'd missed the thrill of having sex with two females at the same time.
Marriage to Carol was great, including the many things other than the sexual pleasures we shared, but I couldn't keep from being glad I'd had a damned good excuse to make it with Rita and Sue. I should thank my wife for indirectly making it possible for me to enjoy myself in such an exciting and pleasurable manner, I thought, deciding that Carol would have no right to be angry or jealous even if she could see the heated action right then. After a few minutes Sue stopped her greedy sucking and said that she had to rest her jaws. Rita left the tingling nipple she was tonguing and sucking at the moment and went down and started sucking on a goodly portion of my hard, saliva-coated prick.
"I'm really having a wonderful time," Sue said, her eyes on Rita's bobbing head. "We'll have to get together like this again. If our husbands don't raise hell, that is. They might not be willing for us to have another session with you unless you furnish a partner for them. It wouldn't necessarily have to be your wife, of course. Maybe you know a girl you could bring along to a party."
I'd almost reached the point where I'd have, to at least start the dash toward an ejaculation or else be in danger of developing a stone-ache. I told Sue that I didn't know a single girl I could bring and that I wouldn't want to bring my wife in on a sex-party even if she happened to be willing.
"I don't understand your reluctance to bring your wife," Sue said, her eyes still on Rita's bobbing head. "It doesn't make any sense to me. You've apparently accepted the fact that your wife likes to be fucked by a dog, you haven't even let her know that you know about it, and yet you don't want her to have the more normal sexual activities with another man. Does that make sense to you?"
"Just as much sense as many other screwy things in this crazy world," I said, admitting to myself that Sue had made a good point. Still, I was sure that I'd be jealous even if I just found out that Carol was sexing it up with another man-and actually watching her being banged by another man's cock was completely out of the question. Rita stopped sucking and Sue took over again. The redhead met my eyes and told me that she agreed with everything Sue had said. I said that I'd think it over, figuring it'd be foolish to take a chance on making them angry enough to call a halt to the session before I wanted it to end, and Rita went down and started licking my balls.
Within thirty seconds after Rita began lavishing her oral attentions upon my sperm-laden balls, Sue obviously sensed that I was just about to shoot off. She began concentrating on the swollen glans with her furiously sucking mouth, at the same time rapidly working her fist up and down on the throbbing shaft. I tensed all over, especially in my legs and stomach, and I groaned as the jism spurted.
I had such a big load the hot, thick cream oozed out around Sue's clinging lips. Rita was right there, her tongue lapping up the overflow and making contact with Sue's lips and clenched fingers. Sue kept sucking and milking my cock until it started to go soft and the last drop of jism had been drained. As soon as Sue let my limp pecker slip from her mouth she and Rita mashed their mouths together in a passionate kiss.
Rita soon pulled her mouth from Sue's and asked if I'd like to see an exhibition of lesbianism. I said that was one reason I was there and Sue wanted to know how I knew that my wife didn't also go for gay sex. Before I could say that I really didn't have any way of knowing everything about my wife, Rita told Sue not to bait me, then told me that she'd found out why Sue was so eager to defend my wife for letting a dog fuck her.
"I'll tell him myself," Sue said. "I didn't really mean to bait you, Jim, but I do feel that any female willing to take on a dog would do just about anything. I'm judging them by myself, you see, as I've been a dog-lover for years."
"You're telling me that you've had sex with a dog?" I asked.
"Many times, and with quite a few dogs," Sue said. "When Rita told me about your wife I told her about my experiences along those lines. I'm not ashamed, but it isn't something a person goes around telling just anybody."
"Does your husband know?" I asked.
"Sure," Sue said. "He approves and also enjoys watching while Sampson humps me. That's my present dog's name. He's a Doberman and I trained him myself. Rita has decided that she wants to take him on."
"Right now I want to take you on," Rita told Sue. "We were going to put on a little show for Jim, remember?"
Rita and Sue did put on a show for me-and for their own enjoyment, of course. They started out by getting in the missionary man-woman fucking position, Sue on top, and they kissed passionately while grinding their cunts together. I'd been told by other women that two females could easily make contact with each other's clits in that manner and I could tell when Rita and Sue had a simultaneous climax.
Immediately afterward Sue moved down and began feasting upon Rita's thrusting titties, one big mound and then the other, but the redhead soon said that she wanted to do some tit-sucking. After Rita had feasted upon Sue's smaller spiked mounds for a couple of minutes they shifted around until they were in the sixty-nine position.
There really isn't all that much to see when two females are going at each other like that. The actual lapping is hidden from view, I mean, but I do find the sight very exciting and stimulating. The bobbing heads, the fingers clutching at wriggling female asses, the slurping sounds, all combine to arouse me mentally even when I'm physically pooped.
In this case I was far from being physically finished, and by the time Rita and Sue had lapped and sucked each other to and through an orgasm my cock was thrusting stiffly again.
I wasn't in any hurry to do anything with my hard-on, however, and the same was true of Rita and Sue. After they'd pulled their heads from between each other's thighs and had rested for a short period of time, Rita said she thought a beer would hit the spot. Sue agreed and I said that one wouldn't interfere with the work I had to do later.
After Rita got up and went for the beer Sue and I remained down on the carpet. We didn't touch, though, and Sue looked at my poking prick and said that she just had to repeat the fact that she thought I had a beautiful cock. I grinned and told her that flattery would get her just about anything she wanted.
"But not your wife, Jim?"
"I might consider that," I said. "I wouldn't mind so much if a female lapped her cunt. In fact, I don't suppose I'd even be upset if she gave cunnilingus a try. As long as she didn't get completely hooked on the gay stuff, of course."
"There's always that danger, I guess," Sue said seriously. "However, I don't think it'd be much of a gamble on your wife's part. Not if she really enjoys being fucked by you and she likes to suck your big joystick."
"We're perfectly mated in the sex department," I said. "How did you and Rita happen to get started going down on each other?"
"We'd both experienced all the various gay pleasures before, Jim. My husband and I visited Rita and her husband one evening and one thing just led to another. We were having a few drinks and the four of us got horny. Rita suggested that we all have some fun-meaning that we should do something about the two hard cocks, of course-and I encouraged my husband to go along with the idea. I didn't have to do much talking and Rita's husband didn't need any encouragement."
Rita had returned with three cans of beer and had been listening to Sue. The redhead laughed and said that her husband had never needed any encouragement to try out a different piece of ass. She then sat down on the carpet and the three of us sipped beer for a short time in silence, then Rita told Sue to finish telling about their first party.
"Rita and I didn't make it together right away," Sue said. "In fact, we didn't swap husbands right at first. After the four of us were naked, and I guess you know there was a great deal of staring, Rita sucked her husband's cock and I went down on my husband."
"Just for a short time," Rita said. "To show that we weren't inhibited where oral sex was concerned."
"The men proved the same thing," Sue said. "They went down on us before the fucking started, I mean. Then Rita's husband fucked her and my husband pronged me. They were both fast, mostly because of the circumstances, and after they dumped their loads Rita asked if I'd like to have my cunt lapped."
"Sue didn't answer with words," Rita said, laughing. "She had her greedy tongue in my flooded twat almost before I finished asking the question!"
"Rita didn't waste any time getting her equally greedy tongue in my equally flooded snatch," Sue said. "We went at each other like there was no tomorrow and both men had erections again by the time Rita and I pulled away from each other."
"I was also the one to suggest that we swap," Rita said. "There were no protests and no jealousy afterward. We all had a great time during the rest of the party and have continued to do so at many parties since then. Shall we tell Jim now, Sue?"
"Tell me what?" I asked.
"I brought Sampson with me," Sue said.
"The dog's in one of the bedrooms," Rita said. "Would you like to see the big animal fuck me, Jim?"
CHAPTER FIVE
The information didn't surprise me, and I did want to see Rita being fucked by the dog, but I wasn't interested in having an animal's cock taking the place of my erect prick right away. I wanted to enjoy the various pleasures with the two lovely females some more before having a dog and his knotted cock there to give me competition.
After I'd expressed my feelings on the subject, Rita said that she could understand and that she wasn't in any great hurry to experience her first session with a dog. Sue said that she'd always prefer a human cock to that of a dog's and moved close to me. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff pecker, squeezed, and asked what I'd like to do.
I'd finished my beer and so had Sue. Rita finished her beer, then took the empty cans from Sue and me. I lowered my back and shoulders to the carpet while Rita was getting rid of the cans and asked Sue if she wanted to take a ride.
Saying that she wouldn't think of refusing such an exciting offer, Sue kept one hand on my stiff prick while straddling me. She placed my cockhead on target, then slowly lowered until her hot cunt was encompassing my entire cock. She began springing up and down on her folded legs, clamping down on my tool with her inner muscles when she lowered, and I told Rita what she could do if she wanted to.
The redhead answered with actions. She straddled my head, facing Sue, and lowered her crotch down over my face. I grabbed her hips so that I could be in control and thrilled to the way I was able to take care of two females at the same time. I couldn't see, of course, but I was sure that Rita and Sue were kissing and probably fondling each other's tits.
Lapping one hot cunt while another equally hot cunt was moving up and down on my ramrod-stiff cock, I decided that I didn't really need an excuse to enjoy myself in such a pleasurable manner. Life was far too short to pass up any of the pleasures that were so few and far between in the first place.
Rita and Sue spasmed at the same time. As soon as they'd recovered, which didn't take very long, they shifted around. While Rita was taking a ride on my hard cock, bouncing as rhythmically and using her educated cunt muscles as Sue had so recently done, I held onto Sue's hips to keep her from smothering me with her hot, wet snatch.
It took longer for both females to spasm, and I enjoyed the heated action just as much, but I did feel that I could use a rest. I announced that fact just as Sue lifted her cunt from my mouth. Rita lifted from my hard cock and Sue went down and helped the redhead lick the cum-juices from the stiff shaft before they both stretched out on the carpet beside me.
Sue wanted to know if I'd been holding back. I told her that I hadn't, but that I probably would before I shot off as I didn't want to ejaculate more than one more time. Rita said that she didn't blame me, then added that she thought it was nice of me to save some of my strength for my wife. Sue then asked if my wife had been a virgin when I married her.
"No," I said. "In fact, I tasted and pronged her sweet snatch before we got married. I also made sure that she liked to perform fellatio. I wouldn't want an inhibited wife."
"Then she'd had sex with other boys or men when you met her?" Sue asked.
"I thought I'd made that clear," I said.
"And you aren't jealous when you think about your wife making it with other men before you met her?" Rita asked.
"Why should I be? What she did before I met her isn't any of my business. We did have an understanding that we would be true to each other, though. That's the reason I don't feel guilty about being here. I think I said it before, but it's a fact that if I hadn't seen my wife making it with the dog I wouldn't be having such a wonderful time with you two lovely girls."
"Why don't you have a talk with your wife?" Sue asked. "She might be willing to swap. Would you leave her if you found that to be true?"
"I don't think so," I said. "No, I wouldn't leave Carol. If anybody called it quits it'd have to be her."
"I don't think it'd be much of a gamble for you to have a talk with her," Sue said. "After all, she couldn't very well raise hell with you for being here with us like this, could she? Not after you told her about seeing her with the dog."
"Jim will just have to work things out by himself," Rita said. "With his wife's help, that is, and I don't think we should put any pressure on him, Sue. I wouldn't want to feel responsible for breaking up a marriage and I don't think you would, either."
"That's right," Sue said. "I do hope things work out so that I can be with you again, Jim. It just about breaks my heart to think that I might not get another chance to enjoy you and your big cock."
"The same goes for me," Rita said. "It wouldn't be fair to our husbands for us to make it with you again without you furnishing a partner."
"I thought you weren't going to put any pressure on me," I said. Then I quickly added, "I understand the way you girls feel about it, of course, so let's just wait and see how things turn out. In the meantime, I think I'd better get rid of this hard-on so I can get back to work."
"Do you want to watch me make it with Sampson before or after you get your gun?" Rita asked.
"I don't suppose it makes any difference," I said. "I sure as hell won't delve my tongue or my cock into dog jism, though."
"I'll take you on," Sue said, sitting up, then getting to her feet. "That's only fair, isn't it, Rita? You did have him yesterday all by yourself, you know."
"Yes, and that included corn-holing," Rita said. "Do you think you want to take him on in that manner, honey?"
"Not unless he insists," Sue said, meeting my eyes. "I'm a little tender back there, Jim, and I think you're a little too big, but-"
"I've never insisted upon that kind of sex with anybody," I cut in. "Run along and get the dog. Watching while he fucks Rita might make me shoot off after just a few flips of your fingers."
"I hope not," Sue said, smiling, then hurrying from the room.
Deciding that I wanted to be out of the way when Sue returned with the dog, I got up and sat on a couch. Rita remained on the floor, her eyes on my poking prick. She said that she hoped things worked out so that we could be together many more times. I didn't say anything. I liked the idea, but I didn't think I wanted to pay the price.
Sue was soon back with the Doberman named Sampson. She had the big dog on a leash. When the animal spotted Rita he started toward her. Sue tugged him back, at the same time telling him to sit. He obeyed and I saw the tip of his red cock sticking out of its sheath.
"Get on your back and let Sampson lick your cunt, Rita. That's usually the way I start out with him."
"Is there any danger that he might bite?" Rita asked, getting on her back, her feet toward Sue and the panting dog. "I don't mind admitting that I'm a little nervous!"
"You don't have to worry," Sue said. "Sampson's very gentle, really, and I'm almost sure that he'd obey any commands you might give, Rita. It's just that I want him to get used to you before I let go of his leash. He can sense that you're nervous, you know, so that also makes him a little skittish."
The dog looked quite calm to me. He was breathing heavily and his long tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, but his prick hadn't extended out any further and he hadn't moved after Sue had ordered him to sit. I was glad that he didn't seem to be paying any attention to me. I was probably more skittish than he was. I wasn't very comfortable being naked around the big animal, figuring that I'd be too damned vulnerable if he decided he didn't want me around. In fact, my cock began to droop.
Saying that she was as ready as she'd ever be, Rita lifted and parted her knees. Sue patted Sampson's head, then removed the leash and took a grip on his collar. Telling him to look at the pretty pussy, which it seemed to me he was already doing, Sue tugged on the dog's collar and led him toward Rita's gaping gash.
She started leading him, anyway. Because shortly after he was on all fours he headed right for Rita's exposed snatch with Sue bringing up the rear. The cuntal lips were glistening and the big animal started sniffing even before he got to his goal. Rita gasped and Sue laughed and said that a cold nose was a sign of good health.
Even before Sue finished giving out the information I already knew, Sampson's cold nose was replaced by his long, wet tongue. Rita gasped in a different tone and began squirming her ass against the carpet when the dog's tongue started lapping.
Sue still had a grip on Sampson's collar. She glanced at me and said, "I understand that some females break their dogs in by using honey or some other tasty goody, but I've never had to do that with any of the dogs I've trained. They like pussy juice and you can see that Sampson's getting turned on."
I could see that the dog's prick was slowly creeping out of its protective sheath. Sue asked Rita how she liked it so far. The redhead had an expression of bliss on her face and she was fondling her own titties. She said that the sensation was super great, then laughed and said that she hoped the experience wouldn't spoil her where human tongues were concerned.
"Not a chance," Sue said. "Sampson doesn't know what to do, really, and if he makes contact with your clit it'll just be by accident. He's just lapping because he likes the taste and the smell, and you know there's more to it than that where humans are concerned."
"I was just kidding," Rita said. "It is a delightful sensation, though. His tongue is so big and hot and slippery. Still, I'm ready to be fucked if he's ready."
Sampson's cock had apparently extended all the way out. The wetly glistening organ looked to be about the same size as Prince's pecker. Sue tugged on the horny dog's collar, told Rita that Sampson was ready, then told him that it was fucking time.
I doubt that the animal understood the words, but he understood her meaning. Sue didn't have to do much tugging to get him to stop lapping and pull his head from between Rita's thighs.
Sue told Rita to get on her hands and knees and the redhead quickly complied. Sue also said that she would do the guiding. I had a perfect view from where I was sitting, my cock once again hard and thrusting stiffly because of the sight I found exciting-and because I'd lost my nervousness due to being so close to the big dog.
Sampson sniffed Rita's hiked-up ass just as if it were a first time for him. Which it was with her in that position, of course, and when he licked up through the split his long tongue continued right on up through the crack of her shapely ass. As he lapped up and down, his tongue seemed to linger on the puckered anal opening. Sue said she was sure the licking meant that Sampson wa instinctively making sure the hairs were parted so he wouldn't scratch his cock.
Sampson seemed to quickly satisfy himself that the way was clear for him to prong Rita's pussy, because after only a short period of lapping he mounted her without a word from Sue. I should've said, the dog tried to mount Rita, as he just climbed on and started humping, jabbing his stiff prick as if already fucking, and Sue got down and did the guiding.
The Doberman started right out pumping fast and furiously and Sue glanced at me and said that he could've eventually gotten his cock in Rita's cunt without any help, but that he might've shot off before finding the hole.
"I've let him do it all by himself with me," Sue added, her eyes going to Sampson's humping hindquarters, "but just as often as not his stuff spurted before he had a chance to fuck me. How do you like it, Rita?"
It seemed to me that Rita was showing by her actions and by sounds that she was enjoying being fucked by the dog. She was hunching along with him while moaning now and then. But she answered Sue without ceasing her swift movements, saying that the knot in Sampson's pistoning cock really added to the pleasure.
"The knot's what I find so great about being humped by a dog," Sue said. "I think he's about to blast off, Rita."
"So am I!" Rita exclaimed.
Sampson humped even faster, then suddenly slammed in deep and held there while his hindquarters made quick little jerking movements. Rita stopped moving at the same time the dog stopped. Sue told the redhead to get out from under Sampson and get on her back. Rita did so, walking on her hands and knees and flipping over quickly. The dog went right to her pussy with his long tongue, lapping up the results of his own passion, and I said that Sampson, was obviously bisexual.
Sue met my eyes, then looked at my stiff cock. "I understand that whatever an animal does can't possibly be against nature, Jim."
"I didn't mean to insult your dog or you," I said, grinning. "I suppose it could be natural for him to do whatever he does even though you trained him to fuck human females. As for your bisexuality, I guess it seems natural to you and now I'm ready to do what is natural for me."
"Sampson's just naturally giving my cunt and crotch a damned good tongue bath," Rita called out. "I know there isn't any dog jism in my bunghole, though, so if you need a tighter hole to enable you to get your nuts off I'm ready, able, and willing."
"I thought I was supposed to get Jim's next load," Sue said. "If you want to be corn-holed, Rita, I'll help Sampson fuck you that way. He still has a hard-on and it might not be natural for him to plug an asshole, but what the hell difference does it make?"
Sue was looking at me. I laughed and said that it probably wouldn't make any difference to Sampson and it sure as hell wouldn't make any difference as far as I was concerned. Sue smiled and said that she hoped I would be just as understanding when I had the talk with my wife.
"I might even end up helping get her dog's dick in her back door," I said, mostly to prove that I really hadn't meant to insult or downgrade Sue and Rita because of the sexual activities they enjoyed.
Sampson obeyed when Rita pushed on his head and told him to back off. She got on her hands and knees and Sue said that the dog's cock was slippery enough without any more lubrication. Again Sampson climbed aboard and jabbed his stiff prick blindly and Sue didn't seem to have any trouble guiding the glistening organ into Rita's obviously relaxed asshole.
Sue remained on her knees when Sampson began pounding away in Rita's bunghole, but she moved sideways until she was a few feet from the humping dog and the hunching redhead. She asked if I wanted to fuck her dog fashion. I liked the idea and told her so while slipping from the couch, my hard cock throbbingly ready to be buried in her hot twat.
She fell forward and braced on her hands and arms. I got behind her shapely buttocks, but I didn't take the time to make sure the dark hairs were parted away from the slit as the dog had done with Rita's red pussy hairs. I didn't use my tongue, I mean, even though if I hadn't been so horny I would've probably done so. I simply checked with my fingers, placed my cockhead on target, and speared my stiff shaft deep into Sue's quivering snatch.
Putting my hands on Sue's hips, I started right out fucking her at a fast pace. She moved right along with my swift thrusts and it didn't take long for her to spasm. While Sue was having an orgasm due to my pistoning prick I heard Rita say that the swiftly humping dog was shooting off. I looked and knew that I could never hump my ass that fast. Not that I tried, of course, but I figured that was another reason women liked to make it with a dog. The speed of the thrusts, along with the knotted cock, undoubtedly gave a woman a sensation that a man could never duplicate. I just hoped that my wife would never learn to prefer a dog's cock to mine-or to any other man's cock, for that matter.
Rita crawled out from under Sampson and he immediately started to lap the crack of her dribbling ass. I'd stopped moving when Sue stopped, leaving my throbbing tool buried balls deep in her juicy cunt, and she wanted to know if I was anywhere near a climax.
I knew that I could concentrate and hold back a few minutes longer, but I also knew that I should get back to work, so I told her that I was ready to start my final drive. She told me that she'd rather be on her back when I ejaculated. I withdrew, saying that I liked some kissing with my fucking.
Rita reached back, pushed against Sampson's head, and told him to go lie down. I suppose the big dog was glad to obey. His cock had retreated back into its furry sheath and I figured his balls were just as empty as mine would soon be.
While Sue was getting on her back and parting her legs, I said that I wasn't all that interested in having a dog watching while I fucked. Sue told Sampson to go back to the bedroom where he'd been before. The big animal immediately got to his feet and padded across the room and into the hallway.
"I'm going to get a dog and you're going to help me train him," Rita told Sue. Then she looked at me and winked. "Maybe I could borrow your wife's trained dog in the near future, Jim. Even if you fail to have a talk with her, I mean. We'll give you one more session with us if you will bring the dog, won't we, Sue?"
"Maybe even two sessions," Sue said, smiling and holding out her arms to me. "Climb on and in, honey. I'd prefer your big beauty to any dog's cock any time."
"Fuck the hell out of her!" Rita said. "I'll be right there to see that nothing's wasted!"
Sue let me do my own guiding and I did fuck the hell out of the hot-ass wife of another man. Or maybe I let her fuck the hell out of me. Because when she really got going, with me clasping her wildly wriggling ass, my chest pressed against her spiked titties, and our mouths glued together in a feverish, tongue-lashing kiss, just about all I could do was hold on and in.
Sue soared into an entire series of spasmodic orgasms when I shot my wad. She pulled her mouth and tongue from mine and pushed against my chest just as soon as my cock stopped spurting, though. And seconds later Rita was slapping my ass and telling me to move.
Rita took time to clean my rapidly softening cock with her mouth and tongue, then got between Sue's legs and mashed her mouth to Sue's flooded cunt. I watched for a few seconds, then got to my feet, figuring it was a good time to leave.
I started putting my clothes on and Sue wanted to know if I really had to rush away. She had her fingers entangled in Rita's hair and was hunching along with the redhead's oral greediness. I smiled and told Sue that I had to get back to work, then told her that I'd enjoyed myself very much.
"So did I," Sue said. "I hope to see you again, Jim."
Rita lifted her head from between Sue's thighs just long enough to smile, lick her wet lips, and say that she also hoped to see me again.
I said that I wouldn't make any promises, but that if they ever needed a television set repaired I was their man.
Dressed by-then, I met Sue's gleaming eyes, glanced at Rita's bobbing head, got my tool kit, and hauled ass-hoping things would work out so that I could be with the two lovely females again.
CHAPTER SIX
Back in the truck, I sat behind the wheel for a few minutes, wondering if I should go home and have a showdown with Carol right then. Deciding to wait, as I'd probably taken enough time off from work, I drove to the nearest phone booth.
There were two service calls for me to make. After Marie had given the names and addresses she told me that Claude had returned. I said that was great and she told me that he was upstairs sleeping. I told her that was good news, as I didn't want to work overtime, and she told me she wanted to have a talk with me when I returned to the shop.
Marie cut the connection before I could ask any questions. I made the two calls, both routine, but it took the rest of the afternoon. The two jobs didn't take all that long, but they were miles away from each other and I spent most of the time driving or tied up in heavy traffic. It was almost five o'clock when I got to the shop.
As soon as I'd cleaned out the truck I went in the front to see what Marie wanted to talk to me about. She was just locking the door and putting the closed sign in place. She said that since it was so late she'd postpone the talk she'd meant to have with me.
"There isn't even time to give me a hint?" I asked, grinning, hoping that she'd finally decided to cut me in for a share of the business.
"I think I'd better wait," Marie said, her dark eyes serious. "In fact, it might be better to have Claude with us when we talk. It has to do with an offer we both want to make, Jim. Two offers, really, and you might not like one of them."
I was curious, especially about there being two offers and the fact I might not like one of them, but I didn't quiz Marie. I figured that if I got pushy it might foul things up. I'd been patient up until then and I didn't mind waiting a little longer. Besides, I had other important things on my mind and I wasn't really in the mood to discuss what I was sure would have to do with my future in the business.
I did ask Marie if she thought I should stay and catch up on some of the bench work. The question was mostly to let her know I was interested in the business-and the answer she gave was one I'd expected.
She said that Claude would probably be up by seven at the latest and would undoubtedly work part of the night as he usually did after going on a bender.
On the way home I gave some thought to what Marie had said, but most of my thoughts were on the pleasurable happenings during the afternoon and just how I was going to break the news to Carol. Because I knew that I'd tell my wife what I'd done after I told about seeing her with the dog.
It did enter my mind not to tell about my actions with Rita and Sue, of course. But I wanted to be fair with Carol-and I also wanted to find out her thoughts where swapping was concerned. I wasn't all that proud of my thoughts on the subject, but I did feel that it wouldn't be any worse for me to condone sexual activities with other men than it Was for me to accept the fact that my wife liked to be lapped and banged by a dog.
The car wasn't in the driveway. When I saw that it wasn't in the garage I was glad. It'd give me a chance to shower and brush my teeth before I saw Carol. I felt that after swapping spit with Rita and Sue and probing their hot cunts with my tongue I wanted to freshen my mouth before I kissed my wife.
Prince strained at the end of the chain when he saw me. I took the time to walk over and pat him, maybe to prove to myself that I wasn't jealous, and I wondered if the happy-acting dog had gotten his nuts off with my wife that day.
Stripping my clothes off in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth first, just in case Carol arrived, then shaved before showering. Even though my cock had taken quite a workout, I got my usual hard-on while working up a soapy lather. After I'd rinsed and given myself a brisk rub-down with a towel, though, my prick was again hanging limply.
It was a little swollen from the treatment it'd gotten from the two greedy mouths and the two equally greedy cunts and I knew that if Carol got a look at it in the soft state she'd know that I'd had some type of sex. Thinking that I could always say that I'd gotten horny and had to beat off a batch, I went to the bedroom to get dressed.
Putting on clean shorts, slacks and a sport shirt, I went to the kitchen and got a beer. I sat at the table until I'd drained the can, then wandered into the living room. I stretched out on the couch, thinking that it'd be a joke on me if Carol had been out with some lucky guy most of the day. I didn't find it all that disturbing when I deliberately tried to picture her being fucked by a faceless man. I didn't think I'd be as shocked to see that scene as I'd been when I'd spied on her and the dog.
Deciding to try and take a nap, I'd little more than closed my eyes when I heard Carol say hello. She had both arms full of packages and a smile on her pretty face. She dumped the packages in an easy chair and walked over to me. I was really crazy about my sweet young wife, I thought, grinning and lifting my arms. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and I turned on my side so we could embrace and kiss.
Carol broke the tender kiss before I could turn it into one of passion. "I'm sorry about being late, honey. I got a late start shopping and you know how the traffic is. I bought you a sport shirt and a pair of slacks. Do you want to try them on now?"
She had pulled away and gotten to her feet. Suddenly worried, I rolled over on my back and said that I could wait until after we'd eaten. The last thing I wanted to do was try on new clothes, I thought.
"What's wrong, Jim? You aren't hungry because I'm a little late, are you?"
"I'm just tired and hungry," I said, closing my eyes, afraid that if we talked I'd blurt out everything that was on my mind. I had the feeling that it wasn't the right time. If there'd ever be a right time, I thought, opening my eyes in time to see Carol leaving the room.
Realizing that I'd spoken sharply to Carol, and sorry because of it, I sat up and swung my feet to the carpet, thinking that I'd go say that I hadn't meant to hurt her feelings. But when I got to the kitchen she was busy starting dinner and didn't look at me, so I silently got a beer and went back to the living room. I snapped on the TV and watched a newscast until Carol called that it was time to eat.
We ate the excellent meal in silence. I knew that Carol was pouting, waiting for me to explain my unusual behavior, but I was still stalling-feeling like a wishy-washy jerk while doing so, really-and yet unable to bring up the subject foremost in my mind.
"There's something on your mind," Carol finally said after we'd finished eating. "Are you going to tell me what it is, Jim? Or are you going to keep on giving me the silent treatment?"
"I think we're giving each other the silent treatment," I said, standing and forcing a smile. "There is something we have to talk about, Carol, but it can wait until later. Maybe we can talk for a change instead of watching television."
There was a puzzled expression on Carol's lovely face, but she didn't try and stop me when I left the kitchen. In the living room, partly to have something to do, I opened the packages. Besides the shirt and slacks for me, Carol had purchased shoes and a handbag for herself. She'd always been very thrifty, even though I gave her a great deal of money and told her to spend it. Each time she bought herself something she always bought something for me that was near the same price. As I've said, she was a damned good wife in many ways other than in the sack and I didn't want to lose her-which was the main reason for stalling and being so wishy-washy, of course.
Slipping out of my clothes right there in the living room, as the drapes were already pulled, I put on the new shirt and slacks and found them to be a perfect fit. I hadn't put on socks and I put my house slippers back on and went to the kitchen. I thanked Carol, said that her new heels and handbag also looked nice, then jokingly said that I guessed I'd have to give her some of the stuff cats and dogs and some humans fought over as a reward for her thoughtfulness.
She'd finished her kitchen chores and was running clean water in the sink and down the drain. The bit about the cats and dogs had just popped out. She turned the water off, dried her hands, then faced me, her blue eyes serious.
"What is it that we have to talk about, Jim?"
She told me much later that she'd had the sudden feeling that she knew what the subject was going to be. Part of it, anyway, as she hadn't suspected that I'd actually had sex with somebody 'else. I told her that we might as well get comfortable, and she silently took off her apron and followed me to the living room.
When we were seated, she on the couch and me perched on the arm of a second easy chair, she met my eyes and told me that she was listening. I looked at her lovely bare legs, her beautifully rounded lower thighs, and slipped my ass down on the seat cushion.
"I have a confession to make," I said, not really understanding myself why I suddenly intended to tell her that I'd cheated before telling what had caused me to do so.
"I'm still listening," Carol said after a short silence, and while I was trying to figure out just how I wanted to go on. She smiled. "Don't tell me that you finally let one of your hot-ass customers seduce you!"
I'd told Carol about some of the female customers making a play for me by flashing flesh and broadly hinting, of course. Partly for my own protection, as often a rejected female can get quite vicious. I felt that a few were capable of getting my home phone number and calling my wife to give out with some hes just to try and cause me trouble.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you," I said, almost holding my breath, thinking that a hell of a lot depended upon Carol's reaction to the news.
A frown flicked across her face, then she let out a little laugh and it didn't sound forced to me. "Was she a good piece, Jim? Was she better than me?"
"Nobody could be better than you," I said. "In my opinion, anyway, and I hope you aren't too angry and disgusted with me."
"What did you do with her?" Carol asked. "'Everything?"
"You seem to be taking the news very calmly," I said. "It seems to me that you should be raising hell or some damn thing."
"The world didn't come to an end, did it? Maybe I do feel a little jealous, but I can't seem to be able to work myself up into a rage. Is that what you really expected me to do?"
"I don't know what I expected," I said. "We did agree not to cheat on each other, you know. Since you are taking it so calmly maybe that means you've been cheating on me."
"I swear I haven't been out with any man," Carol said. "Did the woman suck your cock? Did you go down on her? How many times did you ejaculate?"
"The answer's yes to your first two questions and I shot off twice. Once while she was giving me a blow-job and after a prolonged fucking session I corn-holed her so I could hurry and get my gun aain."
"Why the rush? Was she expecting a husband to come home at any moment?"
"She has a husband, but she wasn't expecting him. In fact, she said she'd tell him about her session with me. I had to get back to work, you know, and I also wanted to save some of my strength for you. At her suggestion, by the way."
"That was very considerate of her," Carol said. "And also nice of you, of course. Are you going to be with her again?"
"I already have," I said. "That was yesterday, and she wanted me to visit her again this afternoon. I did, and as she'd promised, she had company. There was another hot-ass female there. We made the threesome scene."
"You must've had a hell of a good time," Carol said, her full lips trembling.
"I had a wonderful time," I said, hoping my wife wouldn't start crying-then, 'or when I got around to telling about my knowledge of her actions with Prince. "There was one thing that surprised me, though. Shocked is a better word."
"What do you mean?" Carol asked.
"After the three of us had enjoyed ourselves in various ways I discovered that they had a dog in one of the bedrooms. He was like Prince. He was a German shepherd, I mean, and the visiting woman had brought him along. Her name's Sue and she's also married. She and her husband swap with Rita and her husband. Rita's the customer and-"
"That's obvious," Carol cut in. "What about the dog? Did he try to bite you or something?"
"No," I said, telling myself that I was a bastard for baiting Carol in such a manner, but at the same time thinking that any time she could put a stop to it by making a confession as I'd done-and was doing. "Sampson's like Prince in that way, too. He's gentle, I mean."
"I don't understand," Carol said. "Why were you shocked because a dog was there?"
"I was shocked because of what the dog did," I said. "Or, rather, what Rita did with the big animal. Sue has been having sex with Sampson and other dogs for a long time, I guess, but it was a first for Rita."
Carol's pretty face was slightly flushed. "You actually watched while the woman made it with a dog?"
"Sure," I said. "Rita got on her back first and let the dog sniff and then lap her pussy. Sue told her what to do, of course. After the lapping Rita got on her hands and knees and let the dog fuck her."
"What were you doing all that time?"
"Not much time passed," I said, almost adding that Carol had to know that fact. "The sight was very stimulating, though, and I fucked Sue dog fashion in her hot twat first and then in the missionary position. That was after Sue had guided Sampson's prick into Rita's asshole and he'd popped his nuts again. I asked them to send the dog out of the room, they did, and after I shot my wad Rita saw to it that not a drop was wasted. Now, after telling most of the details, I'm going to let you guess why I kind of went off the deep end and cheated on you for the first time since we mt."
"You found out something about me and used it for an excuse?"
"How many things were there for me to find out about?" I asked.
Carol didn't answer. She closed her eyes and slumped down on the couch. I felt sorry for her. I told her what I'd seen, how I'd peeked, and even told her that I'd gotten a hard-on while watching her and Prince.
Carol remained silent, her eyes closed. Shortly after I'd finished, and it didn't take long, as I'd already told her practically everything, she opened her eyes and sat up straight. Her face had returned to its natural color and she seemed quite calm. Outwardly, anyway.
"I have a couple of questions, Jim. Do you intend to leave me? And why didn't you enter the bedroom yesterday when you saw me in there with Prince?"
"I don't think you could do anything to make me want to leave you, Carol, and I didn't interrupt your pleasure because I didn't want to embarrass you. Would you mind telling me how you got started having sex with a dog?"
"It started before I got Prince," Carol said. "I first made it with another dog, I mean. Would you like to hear the entire story?"
I told my wife that I wanted to hear anything she had to say. She talked for quite some time and I listened without interrupting.
Carol hadn't relieved her sexual tensions except by masturbation until she was almost fifteen. She'd had the idea that she wanted to save herself for a future husband. She'd also been bashful around boys. She'd been the quiet type and hadn't even made friends very easily with girls. She did have one friend, a slightly older girl living in the same block. They'd gotten acquainted walking to and from school together soon after the girl named Helen had moved into the neighborhood.
There'd been visiting back and forth between the two houses, doing homework together and just being social because they liked each other, and Helen had first brought up the subject of sex. Carol had given the information that she was a virgin when questioned, then had admitted to fingering her cunt and clit when Helen had asked what she did for relief.
This was after Helen had stated that she also masturbated whenever she was in the mood, but that she'd also had sex with a boy. It'd taken a couple of weeks for Helen to get around to telling that the boy was her brother, Paul.
The news about the incest had been strangely exciting to Carol. One reason was that Paul was a year older than Helen, very good-looking, and Carol had already had fantasies involving him even though he hadn't paid much attention to her.
Helen had soon changed that by getting Carol a date with Paul. He'd taken Carol to a movie and on the way home he'd parked to do some necking. She'd allowed him to get his hands on her breasts and snatch and had touched a cock for the first time. She'd already made up her mind to give him what she felt that she wanted as much as he did.
Finding out that she was willing, Paul had told Carol that he knew about her being a virgin from talking with Helen and suggested that they go to his house. It turned out that the parents were swingers and didn't pay any attention to Helan and Paul-and Carol even suspected that the parents knew about the incest.
It was a big house and it was possible to get upstairs without anybody being the wiser, anyway, and Carol had spent many happy hours there with Paul and Helen. In fact, the second time Carol and Paul dated, after the practically painless and very pleasurable first for Carol, Helen had turned it into a threesome.
The totally uninhibited brother and sister had taught Carol just about everything there was to know about sex. Carol had been a very willing pupil. During a period of a few weeks she'd learned to enjoy cunnilingus, being performed by Paul, and had willingly performed fellatio, enjoying the act right from the beginning-and Carol hadn't protested when Helen had finally gone down on her. It hadn't taken her long to experiment and she'd soon learned to enjoy lapping Helen's cunt.
There's been a family dog. A collie named Tippy. It'd taken almost three months for Helen and Paul to get around to telling Carol that they'd trained the dog to lap and fuck Helen.
They'd been afraid that bestiality would turn Carol off. Just the idea had disturbed her at first, but after watching Helen enjoying the dog's lapping tongue and then being humped by the animal she'd been eager to give it a try. She'd enjoyed the dog's lapping tongue and pronging prick very much and the second time had reached back and done her own guiding.
Almost a year had passed before Carol started dating other boys. She'd tried to be selective, especially with those with whom she had sex, but her main interest had to do with Paul, Helen and the horny dog. She was an only child, and her parents were quite strict, but she managed to arrange her sexual activities in such a way that they never suspected anything.
After a couple of years Helen and Paul had moved with their folks, and Tippy, to the far side of the city, and that had put a damper on some of Carol's pleasure. Her parents had also tightened down on her freedom to come and go, obviously figuring that because she'd developed into a shapely young girl they had to be more strict so as to keep some fellow from getting into her pants.
Carol had talked her folks into buying a dog to keep her company. They'd decided upon a German shepherd, Prince, so he could double as a watch dog. He'd been about half-grown and Carol hadn't wasted much time in starting his training. She'd started out by teaching Prince to lap her cunt. It hadn't been long before she'd had him fucking her and she'd never been caught by her parents.
"That's about it," Carol said. "I've always been lucky about not being caught. Up until yesterday, that is, and as far as I know it has never occurred to anybody that I might be having sexual relations with my dog."
"Up until yesterday I never gave such a thing a thought," I said. "Now, though, I catch myself being curious when I see a female with a dog. Maybe there are many people like me, just as there seem to be many females like you."
"We are going to stay together, aren't we, Jim? I'm willing to give up Prince."
"I see no reason for that," I said. "It'd be like locking the barn door after the horse got out, wouldn't it?"
"Does that mean that you intend to keep on having sex with other women?" Carol asked.
"Not necessarily," I said. "You've always kept me satisfied and I don't claim to be a super-stud. I'll take your word for the fact that you haven't made it with a man or men, but how about females? Have you had sex with anybody since Helen?"
Carol hesitated, then said, "Helen's the only girl I've ever known in that way, Jim. However, since this seems to be confession time for both of us, I'd better bring everything out into the open. I did go shopping this afternoon, as the packages proved, but I also visited Helen. She has been in town about a week and this is the third time I've seen her."
"You've had sex with her three times in the last week?"
Carol averted her eyes. "Yes. I wanted to tell you, Jim. I tried a few times, but I just couldn't get the words out. The same is true where Prince is concerned. I've wanted to tell you, I mean, but I was afraid you'd raise hell and maybe even leave me.
"I can understand why you'd feel that way," I said, meaning it. "Still, we've talked about some of the sexual adventures we had before we met, you know I'm glad that you're completely uninhibited, and I wish you'd trusted me enough to've felt free to tell me about Helen and the dogs long before this."
"I'm sorry," Carol said. "All I could do is repeat what I've already said, honey. I do think you're a wonderful person to be so understanding and if it's really possible I love you more now than I did before."
"That's nice to hear," I said, grinning. "The same goes for me. The action with Rita and Sue didn't change my feelings for you, I mean, and if you want to be with Helen again it's all right with me. What about her brother?"
"Paul joined the Navy right after high school," Carol said. "I haven't seen him since then. Helen got married and moved to another city before I met you. She's divorced and has been for some time. She travels a lot and just stopped by on the way to the West Coast."
"Is she staying with her folks?" I asked, exciting ideas and pictures flashing through my mind.
"She's at their house, but they're in England. Would you like to meet her, Jim? She's probably home and I know that she'd like to meet you."
"You'd call and have her come here now?"
"Yes," Carol said.
"You know what would probably happen, don't yu?"
Carol smiled. "I think we understand each other, honey."
"Call her," I said. .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol got up and went to the phone without another word being exchanged. I knew that we were taking an important step, but I figured it was no more important than the steps we'd already taken. I felt that no matter what happened we'd remain together and I was even more interested in that fact than I was in the sexual pleasures we'd jaractically agreed to enjoy.
From where I was sitting I couldn't hear what Carol was saying, but she didn't talk very long. After replacing the receiver she returned to the couch, sat down, then told me that Helen would be there in and about thirty minutes.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"Just that I'd told you about her and that you wanted to meet her. She didn't ask any questions, but I'm sure she knows what to expect. I told her this afternoon that one day I was going to get up enough nerve to tell you about having sex with her-and with her brother, of course. I guess she thinks I'm not for the kind of threesome sessions we used to have."
"And are you?" I asked.
Carol met my eyes and smiled, seemingly completely adjusted to the turn of events. "I'm just going along with what I'm sure you also want, Jim. I've done a little bragging about you and your abilities so I hope Rita and Sue didn't take too much out of you."
"You know better than that," I said, feeling my cock lifting into an erection in response to my thoughts. "I don't think we're taking much of a gamble, do you?"
"If I thought we were I'd try and call a halt to everything right now," Carol said, getting to her feet. "I think I'll go take a bath. I should be finished before Helen gets here."
If I hadn't had two climaxes that afternoon I would've joined Carol for a fast fuck or a blow-job. But I wanted to save my strength for the sex party that was sure to start soon after Helen's arrival. I had no idea as to how Carol's friend would look, of course, but it seemed logical to assume that she'd be an attractive female. I didn't think my wife would go for any girl I didn't also find desirable.
Time passed slowly in one way and in another way it passed swiftly. Carol remained in the bathroom at least fifteen minutes and I glanced through a newspaper, unable to keep my mind on anything long enough for it to register. By the time Carol returned, wearing a bathrobe and with her feet bare, my cock was no longer straining against my clothes.
Thinking about doing something and actually doing it are poles apart, really, and there was the possibility that I'd be turned off when I saw Carol performing cunnilingus. I didn't think I'd ever really understand bisexuality, as I couldn't picture myself being intimate in any manner with a member of my own sex, and I made a comment to that effect when Carol was again sitting on the couch.
"Is that your way of telling me that you've changed your mind, Jim? If so, all we have to do is tell Helen and I'm sure she will understand."
"I didn't mean it that way," I said. "I want you to be happy, that's for sure, and I was mostly thinking out loud."
Before Carol could say anything, and she told me much later that the idea of men making it together in any manner turned her off, we saw the headlights as a car turned into the driveway. Sure that it was Helen, I told Carol that I'd follow her lead. She just smiled and got up to answer the door.
Helen was a tall and slender girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She had a beautiful face and her skin was a creamy white. I stood up when Carol let her in, then parked my butt again after we'd been introduced. She had a pleasant voice, almost as nice as Carol's, and I felt an instant sexual attraction and sensed that she also liked my looks.
"I guess you were surprised to hear from me," Carol said after she and Helen were sitting on the couch.
"A little surprised and very pleased," Helen said, looking at me and smiling. "Just how much has your lovely wife told you about me, Jim?"
Before I could answer Carol said, "I told him just about everything, Helen."
"And you approve, Jim?"
Meeting Helen's glowing eyes, I smiled and said, "Let's just say that I don't diapprove, Helen. I want my wife to be happy, and if it takes gay sex and action with a dog to make her that way, then I'm not going to stand in her way."
"Jim has his own reasons for being so generous," Carol said.
My wife then went on and told how I'd seen her with Prince, what I'd done with Rita and Sue as a result, and I could tell that it was the first time Helen had been told that Carol still had the German shepherd.
It took quite a while for Carol to give out with the information and Helen and I listened without interrupting. I got a little impatient, as I was eager for the talk to stop and for the action to start. I was more than ready to sample Helen's charms and my cock had again responded to my erotic thoughts, but I hadn't forgotten that I'd told Carol to do the leading.
"You're very lucky," Helen told Carol, shortly after Carol finished by saying that I'd been very understanding about the entire situation. "I left Tippy with my folks when I got married, but I soon talked my husband into buying a dog. A German shepherd, by the way, and it turned out that my husband wasn't understanding at all. Not where dogs were concerned, anyway, and I never let him know about my bisexuality."
"You told him about the dog?" Carol asked.
"No, it was a situation similar to the one you just related, Carol. Except that Harvey reacted like the typical jealous and outraged husband. When he caught me with the dog he rushed in and kicked the poor creature's humping ass. It was quite a scene, really, and he threatened to kill me and the dog. I told him it was stupid to blame the dumb animal, and he didn't really want to do me harm, but that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. I gave the dog away, but Harvey couldn't or wouldn't forgive me for being what he called a wanton bitch, so after a few weeks we split for good."
"That's tough," I said. "Still, I can understand your husband's attitude, Helen. I guess it takes a special breed to accept things the way I have. I used what I saw Carol doing as an excuse, of course, but deep down I suppose I've always kind of resented the fact that marriage kept me from enjoying sex with females other than my wife."
Carol had let her robe gap open, exposing a goodly portion of her beautiful breasts, and she'd crossed her legs, revealing a shapely thigh almost to a rounded hip. I hadn't tried to hide my straining hard-on and Helen's eyes kept flicking to my crotch.
After a short silence Carol looked at me, smiled, and said, "I know we're all sexy-hot, from the talk and because of anticipation, so we might as well quit stalling. I want to watch you with Helen first, Jim. I'm curious to know if I'm going to be jealous when I actually see you making it with another woman."
Telling Helen that she'd heard my lovely wife express her wishes, I kicked my house slippers off and got to my feet. Her eyes on the big bulge in the front of my slacks, her face flushed with excitement, Helen kicked out of her high heels and stood up. Carol said that maybe we'd like to go to bed and Helen said that the carpet looked and felt soft enough. I didn't say anything. I just started shucking out of my clothes while watching as Helen just as quickly stripped herself naked.
Helen let out a little whistling sound when she saw my thrusting cock, then moved forward and dropped to her knees before me when we were both completely naked. She had a lovely body and I soon discovered that she was an expert at the art of fellatio. Carol stared, her face flushed, and after Helen had greedily sucked on a goodly portion of my stiff prick for maybe a minute, as well as using her fingers to caress what she couldn't get in her mouth and down her throat, I asked my wife if she felt any jealousy.
"Surprisingly enough, I don't," Carol said, briefly meeting my eyes, then again staring at my poking cock and Helen's sucking mouth. She laughed low in her throat. "Just don't tell me that Helen can give a better blow-job than I can even if it is the truth!"
"I'd never do that," I said, chuckling. "Maybe we'd better tell her that it'll take a great deal of time and effort for her to get a spurting reward, though."
Helen had started concentrating on the blood-engorged glans, twirling her tongue while she sucked, and one of her hands had gone to my balls while she milked the shaft with the clenched fingers of her other hand. She pulled her clinging lips from my cockhead, kept her two hands busy, and looked up at my face, her brown eyes blazing.
"I envy Carol, that's for damn sure! An understanding husband with a big lovely cock! Who could ask for anything more!"
"She obviously can," I said, grinning. "Namely, you and Prince."
"We go right along with the fact that you're an understanding husband," Helen said, smiling and letting go of my hard, saliva-coated cock and my sperm-laden balls. "Do you think you can fuck me and still have something left for Carol?"
"I try not to brag with words," I said, watching as Helen got on her back and parted her long legs. Her fur-lined cunt looked very inviting. I glanced at Carol. "Is it okay if I taste what you've already tasted?"
"If you don't I'll think you're just being inhibited because I'm here," Carol said, her eyes going to Helen's crotch.
Dropping to my knees, I snuggled in between Helen's long legs. I ran my hands up and down her outer thighs, finding her creamy white flesh firm and smooth, enjoying the pleasant fragrance drifting up from her twat. I used my thumbs to part the soft and curly brown hairs and the moist cuntal lips.
The reddish inner folds of flesh glistened in the light and I saw that the unhooded clitoris was unusually long. I lowered my face and jabbed my tongue deep into the hot and wet clinging cuntlfesh.
Helen lurched upward and I slipped my hands around and grabbed her sleek ass. She put her hands on my head and began squirming and hunching along with my tongue-fucking. I've never felt slave-like while performing cunnilingus. In fact, the intimate erotic act always gives me a sense of power that is perhaps the main reason I like to bestow the lavish oral attentions. I also like the taste and just the idea that I'm giving a female so much pleasure, of course.
Soon, feeling Helen's fingers digging into my bobbing scalp, I knew that she was well on her way toward a release. I tilted her crotch at a better angle and went to her elongated clit with my tongue and lips. I lapped and sucked her passion-button until she bucked and lurched through a spasmodic orgasm and I gulped down the released juices with gusto.
Eager to slip my stiff cock into Helen's hot snatch, as I've always preferred fucking to cuntlapping, I lifted my head from between her warm thighs as soon as she removed her clutching fingers. I glanced at Carol while I was moving into position to put the blocks to Helen.
My lovely wife had scooted her ass out to the very edge of the seat cushion. Her robe had parted all the way down the front, revealing her golden nakedness, and her eyes were on my thrusting tool. I let Helen do the guiding, then remained with my chest lifted as my hard cock slowly sank into Helen's hot, clinging cunt, knowing that Carol was getting a big bang out of watching the slow process.
I still had a couple of inches to go when Helen lurched upward, taking my cock to the hilt, and began grinding her pelvis agianst mine. I didn't move until she lowered her wriggling ass down upon the carpet. Then, staying braced on my hands and arms, I began fucking her with slow and deep and steady thrusts.
Helen was a damned good piece of ass. Not that I've ever really had what I'd call a bad piece of ass, of course-as I've always been just a little particular about where I shoved my cock-but Helen did rate right up there in the class with my darling young wife. Rita and Sue had also rated right up near the top and I guess I've always been lucky in that way. I know I have.
It wasn't long before Helen started spasming under my steady pronging. Her inner cunt muscles were just about as educated as Carol's and she put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. As I returned the passionate kiss, and met her darting tongue with my own, I was well aware of her spiked titties digging into my chest. Her breasts were quite small and perky, like Sue's, and I'm sure it was then that I decided to see if Carol wanted to make it with Rita and Sue and their husbands.
I didn't even have to hold back while Helen was thrilling to an orgasm, due partly to the action I'd had that afternoon, and when she stopped moving, both outwardly and inwardly, I stopped pronging her juicy and still-tight pussy.
Leaving my hard cock buried balls deep, I pulled my mouth and tongue from hers, lifted my chest, and met her passion-filmed eyes. She asked if I wanted to shift over to Carol. I looked and saw that my wife was standing and had removed the robe. I told Helen that I could prong her to and through another climax and still have plenty left for Carol.
Smiling and clamping down on my hard cock, Helen suggested that we let Carol in on the pleasure right then. Saying that it would be fine with me, I lifted my upper body higher, looked up at Carol, and told her to do anything she wanted to do.
As Carol silently dropped to her knees, then moved until she was straddling Helen's head, her lovely buttocks toward me, I knew that she'd assumed the same position with Helen and Helen's brother. The thought didn't bother me, of course, as the action had taken place, undoubtedly many times, before I'd known Carol. I did have a little sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach when I thought about the fact that if things continued as they were going I'd not only see my wife lapping a cunt, I'd eventually see her being fucked and also sucking another man's cock.
But the pleasures of the moment prevented me from dwelling on such thoughts and I began caressing Carol's ass with my hands as she hunched along with Helen's probing tongue. I'd never gone in much for tonguing an asshole. In fact, aside from doing it to Carol now and then, and being introduced to the intimate act by the neighbor woman when I was a kid, I could just about count the times I'd bestowed that lavish oral attention.
Anyway, looking at Carol's shapely ass there so close to my face, and seeing the tiny puckered anus seeming to wink at me as she moved along with Helen's lapping tongue, I knew that my wife would appreciate it if I used my tongue to increase and maybe double her pleasure. It isn't that I had to force myself to lean forward and lap the flat of my tongue up through the crack of Carol's ass. I did it because I wanted to-just as I willingly jabbed the tip of my stiffened and slippery tongue against the anal opening.
Since she was experienced when it came to that sex act, Carol managed to relax enough for me to penetrate into the hot, tight tunnel at least an inch or so. I tongue-fucked my wife in that manner, at the same time resuming my steady thrusts into Helen's clutching cunt, and it wasn't long before Carol spasmed with the two tongues in the two channels. I did have a little trouble holding onto her hips and keeping my tongue on target, but I managed and didn't stop until she stopped moving.
Helen spasmed around my pronging prick seconds later and again I wasn't close to having to hold back. Which I would've done, of course, as I wanted to last as long as possible with my hot-ass wife and her equally hot-ass friend.
As soon as I let go of Carol's delightfully rounded hips, leaving my hard cock buried balls deep in Helen's clinging pussy again, Carol lifted and swung from Helen's mouth and head. I leaned over, licked Helen's wet lips, then licked my own lips in an exaggerated manner and said that my wife had just about the sweetest pussy in the world.
"I'm inclined to agree," Helen said, her brown eyes still glazed with passion. "Do you think it will upset you to see your sweet wife go down on me?"
"We'll soon find out," I said, telling myself that if the sight did upset me I wouldn't let it be known.
As soon as I withdrew from Helen, and got out of the way and settled back on my haunches, Carol was right there, licking Helen's secretions from my stiffly thrusting cock. That didn't bother me at all, so I knew that seeing her blonde head buried between Helen's thighs wouldn't upset me. I just hoped that my wife wouldn't be embarrassed after performing cunnilingus while I watched. Carol took the time to suck my cock for maybe a mi ute before going down on Helen. I didn't think she was stalling. It was just that she kind of got carried away due to the fact that she likes to perform fellatio just about as much as she likes to be fucked. I finally tapped her bobbing head and jokingly told her that she seemed to've forgotten the act I wanted to witness.
Immediately stopping her greedy sucking and pulling her mouth and tongue from my hard cock, Carol moved until she was between Helen's parted legs. She didn't hesitate. She grabbed Helen's hips and buried her face in Helen's crotch. Helen grabbed Carol's bobbing head, entangled her fingers in the blonde swirling hair, and hunched along with Carol's tongue-fucking.
Helen wanted to know what I thought about seeing my darling wife lapping a cunt. I didn't have to force my smile and I wasn't lying when I said that whatever made Carol happy made me happy. I watched for a few more seconds, sensed that Carol meant to keep doing until Helen had an orgasm, and then got on my knees behind Carol's hiked up ass.
Slipping the head of my cock between my wife's hot and moist pussy lips, I slowly eased my stiff prick all the way in, then just as slowly pulled out until only the swollen glans remained embedded. I put my hands on Carol's hips and began fucking her in the tempo I knew she enjoyed the most.
Carol moved along with my pistoning prick, seemingly in harmony with her lapping tongue, as her head bobbed in the same rhythm, and I gazed into Helen's gleaming eyes. Helen's passion was also registering on her beautiful features. When she closed her eyes and clamped her perfect upper teeth down over her full lower Up I knew that she was having an orgasm.
At the same time Carol began hunching faster and I poured the meat to her at a faster clip, still a long way from starting my final drive. Carol tensed, then shuddered through an orgasm just as Helen went limp.
I'd been enjoying the exciting sounds. The little moans and whimpering sounds coming from Helen, the slurping sounds Carol was making while lapping and sucking Helen's cunt and clit. I left my hard cock buried deep in Carol's quivering cunt when Helen allowed her to lift her head.
Carol told Helen that I hadn't ejaculated, then added that Helen could have my load in any manner she wished. Helen, meeting my eyes, said she'd like to change places with Carol. Saying it was all right with me, but not bothering to tell that I was still a long way from blasting off, I withdrew my stiff pecker from my wife's sweet pussy and got back out of the way.
After Carol and Helen quickly made the shift, I waited until Helen started going down on Carol, then got behind Helen's uplifted buttocks and slipped my wet cock into her gaping gash. I started fucking her at a fairly fast pace, fleetingly wondering if she liked to be corn-holed. I found out later that she did, even though she was a little apprehensive about taking a cock the size of mine in her bunghole.
It was strangely exciting to be gazing into my wife's passion-filmed eyes while she was enjoying a female's lapping tongue and I was fucking the female. I could sense that Carol was getting a big bang out of the unusual situation-unusual for us, anyway-and she volunteered the information that she didn't feel any jealousy.
I told her that was very good news and she wanted to know if I could last much longer. After I'd told her that I was good for another five to ten minutes she told me that she was coasting, then tapped Helen's bobbing head and asked her if she wanted to suck my cock.
I hadn't stopped fucking Helen while Carol and I were having the brief talk. Helen had also been moving along with my deep thrusts. She lifted her head from between Carol's thighs, stopped hunching, then said she'd like to suck my cock all the way off.
Liking the idea, I pulled my prick from Helen's pussy and got on my back. Helen quickly moved from between Carol's legs and got on her knees between my legs. She licked the cunt juices from my poking cock, took the time to lick my balls, then started giving me a blow-job that compared favorably with Carol's talents and expertly applied greediness.
Carol began tonguing and sucking my nipples, each in turn, and those sensitive nubs instantly jumped to attention. I was reminded of the action with Rita and Sue that afternoon and was sure that before the party was over there's be another similar happening. I wasn't worried, though. After all, I'd already seen my wife making it with Prince, even if it had been without her knowledge, and I knew we could both handle the situation okay when the German shepherd was brought into the house.
Helen stopped sucking after a couple of minutes, but she kept her fist moving up and down on my stiff shaft. She asked Carol if she wanted to take a turn. Carol pulled her lips and tongue from one of my stiffened nipples and went down and sucked the crown while Helen continued to jack her fist up and down on the shaft.
"Carol and I used to like to see the cream spurt," Helen said. "That was with my brother, of course, as we never got around to sharing another fellow. Paul's cock never did get longer than seven inches, but it was just about that big when he was just a kid. Is it okay if we let the first few spurts go into the air, Jim?"
"It's okay with me," I said. "I only intend to shoot one more load tonight after this one, though. As you know, I ejaculated twice this afternoon and I always try and pace myself. I've had a few strains in my time and I've also been unlucky enough to fire a blank a couple of times. I guess you know how that hurts a man."
"I've been told," Helen said. "By my brother and by a few other fellows. Don't worry. I won't keep pestering you until it turns into torture, and I'm sure Carol has never been that greedy."
"We've always been fairly well matched," I said, my eyes going to my wife's blonde head, thrilling to the way her tongue was twirling around my cockhead while she sucked. "I thought we were, anyway. Until I found out about the extra fucking she has been getting from the dog."
Helen didn't say anything, her eyes also on Carol's head and clinging lips and her own milking fist. Carol sucked for a few seconds more, then lifted and wanted to know if I'd started holding back. I told her that I'd just about reached the point where I'd have to start doing so if that'd been my intention and she told Helen to take over.
"Gladly," Helen said, keeping her fist busy on my cock.
Soon I felt the muscles in my legs tense and I couldn't keep from lurching upward for an instant. I knew that Helen had already sensed the imminent explosion, as being so experienced she couldn't have missed the telltale expansion of my swollen cockhead, so I didn't bother to give her any warning.
At the exact right time for her purpose Helen pulled her greedy mouth away and up, held it open five or six inches directly above my throbbing cockhead, and I didn't try to suppress a little groan as my cock jerked erratically in her swiftly moving clenched fingers and shot out jet-like gobs of hot jism.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carol had put her head close to Helen's and I knew that she could also see the globs of thick cream spurting into Helen's mouth and splattering on Helen's chin. After maybe three or four spurts Helen lowered her flooded mouth and sucked my gushing cock and I could feel and hear as she gulped down the results of my passion without ceasing her greedy sucking.
I had a surprisingly big load under the circumstances, considering that I hadn't had all that much time to replenish my supply of semen, and Helen commented on that fact just as soon as she'd drained my balls and my cock and let the rapidly softening organ slip from between her lips.
"Maybe it was because of the extra excitement created by the fact that my wife is a member of the threesome," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Isn't it the usual practice for the two females to kiss at this point?"
Carol and Helen glued their mouths together in a passionate kiss and I could tell that they were lashing their tongues. I was sure that Helen had saved some of my cream for Carol, as that was the usual custom, and I was still glad that I wanted my life to enjoy the sex acts she found pleasurable.
Carol and Helen didn't kiss all that long and they stretched out on the carpet, one on each side of me, and we rested in silence for all of five minutes. I remembered that I hadn't sucked on Helen's perky titties, but I didn't make a move to do so, figuring there'd be plenty of time for that and the other exciting activities possible between an uninhibited man and two equally uninhibited females.
"I'm glad things turned out like this," Helen finally said. "I'm sorry I have to leave so soon."
"How soon?" I asked.
"Tomorrow," Helen said. "I made a phone call after Carol left this afternoon and promised to meet somebody in Los Angeles. A man, really, and I might try marriage again. The fact that he's rich won't have everything to do with my decision, but it will be given careful consideration along with his other qualifications."
"Does he know that you like to have sex with a dog?" I asked.
"I'll tell him before we tie the knot," Helen said. "I already know that he likes to swing. Maybe if things work out with him we can visit you and Carol and have a party."
I turned my head toward Carol. "I'll leave it up to my wife," I said.
Carol turned her head and met my eyes. "No, you won't, honey. I'll leave it up to you."-
"That sounds as if you both have it settled," Helen said, turning over on her side and pressing her firm, warm body against me. She rubbed her fingers back and forth across my nearest nipple. "It's only fair for Carol to enjoy herself with other men, Jim. Don't you agree?"
"I think everything will work out okay," I said. "I've always been fair with Carol and I expect to continue to be fair. Maybe a good way to prove it is to say that it's all right with me if you girls want to bring Prince into the house."
"Now that's really what I call being fair," Helen said, running a hand down over my belly and plucking at my pubic hairs. "I hope you're willing to accept your husband's kind offer, Carol."
My wife silently sat upright, then got to her feet. She put her robe on and just as silently left the room. Helen slipped her hand lower and began fondling my limp cock. I turned over and scooted down where I could get my mouth on one of her hard-nippled breasts. While I tongued and sucked, getting a great deal of the firm mound in my mouth, I rolled Helen over on her back and straddled her. She kept her hand busy on my cock and it had lifted into an erection by the time I shifted over to her other spiked breast. After feasting upon Helen's titties until her ass was squirming against the carpet and she was trying to tug my stiff prick to her pussy, I stopped, planted a kiss on her parted lips, and told her that I wanted to be up off the floor and out of the way when Carol returned with the dog.
Smiling and letting go of my hard pecker, Helen told me that I didn't have to worry about Prince biting my cock. I told her that I didn't want to be in a position where the big animal could even sniff my ass.
"Sit on the couch and let me do some bouncing on your big beauty," Helen said. "You will be able to last for one hell of a long and wonderful time, won't you?"
"I just might get a long-lasting hard-on that will take some concentrating on my part to make go down," I said. "Not bragging, of course, but through practice I've learned to exercise a great deal of control even when I'm in the mood both mentally and physically to blast off."
"Then let's have some fun while we watch Carol making it with Prince," Helen said.
I liked the idea, said so, and when I was sitting on the couch, my cock thrusting stiffly, I put my hands on Helen's hips when she backed up to me. She eased herself down, placing my cockhead on target, removed her hand, then lowered until my prick was speared all the way into her hot pussy.
She remained sitting, letting my cock soak in her tight twat, and that's when I found out that she liked to be corn-holed, but that she wasn't sure she wanted to take my cock in that manner. This was after I'd asked the question-and she also told me she'd always been just a little too tender back there. Seconds after I'd told Helen that I never fucked a girl in the ass unless there was a request to do so, Carol entered with Prince.
My wife had the big German shepherd on a leash. He started for Helen-and for me-and I spoke a little sharply when I told Carol to keep the animal away from me. Carol laughed and told Prince to sit. He did so, close enough for Helen to pat his head, but he didn't make a move to get any closer.
I should've known that Carol could keep the dog under control. After all, he'd always obeyed my commands. I suppose I just figured that with the scent of pussy in the air the animal would be difficult to handle.
Carol detached the leash from Prince's collar, dropped it to the floor, then slipped out of her robe and tossed it aside. "You two look as if you're enjoying yourselves," she said, meeting my eyes. "I guess that means that I'm to take on Prince first."
"It does seem to've worked out that way," I said, grinning and reaching up under Helen's arms and grabbing her taut-tipped titties. "I'm just a spectator where the dog lapping and fucking is concerned. You girls just go ahead and give the dog his jollies in any way you wish."
"He'll also give us our jollies," Helen said, laughing and jiggling up and down on my hard cock a few times. "Let him lap your cunt first, Carol. With you on your back, I mean. That's always an exciting sight. I do think I have the best of the bargain at the moment, though, as we've often agreed that a dog's jabbing prick could never really take the place of a man's hard cock."
Carol did hesitate, as if waiting for more encouragement from me, but when I didn't say anything she got down on her back. Parting her legs, and in a position where Helen and I would have a perfect view, she used both hands to part her blonde hairs and pink pussy lips.
Prince's long tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, and he was looking at my wife's crotch, but he didn't make a move toward her until she called his name. That was all she said, just his name, and he got to his feet and padded over to her. Stopping between her widely spread legs, the dog sniffed, then lapped his long tongue up between the cunt lips she was still holding apart with her fingers.
Helen started bouncing up and down on my ramrod-stiff cock, blocking my view for a few seconds at a time, but I managed to see well enough. I still couldn't understand why I was so fascinated by the sight of a dog lapping and pronging a woman, but I accepted the fact and let it go at that.
Carol didn't let Prince lap her cunt for very long. She pushed on his head, at the same time telling him to back off, and he immediately obeyed. I could easily understand the reason. He had a hard-on and he knew from experience what to expect. He seemed patient enough, however, as Carol got on her hands and knees and he didn't move until Carol put a hand back and patted a cheek of her ass.
Prince moved forward, swiped his tongue up through Carol's gash and the crack of her ass, then lifted up to mount her. He began humping, jabbing his stiff prick as I expected him to do, and Carol reached back between her legs and did the guiding. Also as I expected, the big dog started right out fucking fast and furiously as soon as his knotted cock was in Carol's cunt.
My wife hunched along with the humping dog and Helen stopped bouncing and ground herself down on my stiff cock. I squeezed her spiked titties and she melted at the same time Prince's hindquarters tensed for an instant and then humped erratically as he shot his load into Carol's snatch. From the little moans I could hear coming from Carol's parted lips, seeming to blend with the sounds of passion coming from Helen's mouth, I knew that Carol was also enjoying an orgasm.
Carol walked on her hands and knees out from under the big German shepherd and flipped over on her back. She lifted her knees, spread them apart, and the dog moved in and began greedily lapping her cunt. When Helen started lifting from my poking prick I let go of her titties. She slipped to the carpet, turned, and began licking her own glistening secretions from my thrusting tool.
"Prince still has a hard-on," Carol said. "Do you want him to fuck you now, Helen?"
Helen had taken my blood-engorged cockhead into her hot mouth and started sucking. When she heard Carol's words she pulled her mouth and tongue away and said that she'd like to suck my cock while Prince fucked her. I couldn't think of any reason not to go along with what she wanted, so when she got out of the way I got down and stretched out on the carpet.
After Helen started going down on me again, her ass hiked high, Carol said that she'd handle Prince. She moved until she was on her knees beside Helen's shapely butt, let Prince lap Helen's cunt and crack for a short time, then told the dog to mount Helen. Carol guided the animal's jabbing prick into Helen's pussy and he humped her at a much slower pace then when he'd fucked Carol. Which was easy to understand, of course, as the edge had been taken off his sexual excitement by his first ejaculation.
Thinking that I could lap Carol's sweet snatch if she hadn't been lapped and fucked by the dog, I told her that I could see only one problem. She understood and said that she and Helen would take a bath or shower after Prince had shot his second load.
The dog had started humping Helen at a faster clip, she'd started sucking my cock more greedily, and I told Carol that sometime I'd let her suck roe all the way off while Prince was fucking her. I knew that many females liked to have two cocks going off at the same time in two different places and I figured the same would be true of my wife. It did enter my mind that she could've already experienced that pleasure-and undoubtedly had with Helen's brother and the other dog-but I was thinking of another man's cock instead of a dog's knotted prick.
Carol gave me a quick smile, said that she had enjoyed that type of threesome very much, then MtasMd her attention to Prince's humping hindquarters. I could tell when the dog's jism spurted into Helen's cunt, from the way he hunched and from the way she sucked my cock as well as by the way he behaved.
As soon as Prince dismounted, Helen pulled her clinging lips from my jutting prick and got on her back. The dog did his thing again, obviously doing a damn good job of cleaning Helen's cunt and crotch, and Helen asked the question that was on my mind.
"Did you ever get around to making it with two men at the same time, Carol? When I wasn't around and before you got married, I mean."
"No," Carol said, getting to her feet. She got her robe, put it on, then got the leash and attached it to the lapping dog's collar. "Come on, Prince. I think you've had enough for now."
The big animal meekly let Carol lead him from the room. I saw that his cock had disappeared into its furry sheath and told Helen I didn't think Prince was disappointed about leaving. Her eyes on my thrusting cock, Helen wanted to know if I'd be upset if I found that Carol wanted to make it with two men at the same time.
"No," I said. "I like to have sex with two women at the same time, as I've just proved to my wife, so why should I be upset because she might want to try two human cocks at the same time? Besides, how could anything upset me after what I've already seen Carol do?"
"Maybe I'm mostly talking to keep from taking your lovely cock in my mouth," Helen said, smiling and meeting my eyes for a moment. "I don't want you to get turned off by my greediness, Jim. I've had that happen with quite a few men, including my husband and my brother, and sometimes I think nature goofed by not making it so a man could climax like a woman."
"I know what you mean and I agree," I said. "However, maybe I'm not like most men. Or some men, I guess I should've said. Anyway, I can enjoy sex without having to ejaculate. Up to a certain point, of course. I'd like to fuck and be sucked even if there wasn't any thrilling moments at the end, I mean, and I guess that sounds nutty."
"Not to me," Helen said, moving closer and planting a wet kiss on the blunt end of my thrusting cock. "I like to coast along when I'm being lapped or fucked, but I'm glad I'm capable of having orgasms and entire series of orgasms time after time. I often have a release when I'm sucking a cock or lapping a cunt. Without being touched myself, I mean."
Before Helen had a chance to start sucking my cock, which I knew she was just about to do, Carol entered. My wife removed her robe, but she remained standing and said that she and Helen needed a bath. I silently agreed and suggested that we all take a shower together.
Carol and Helen both said they liked the idea and we had a lot of fun while squeezed together in the stall. After we'd gotten our bodies wet we turned the spray off and soaped each other. I paid just as much attention to one lovely female as I did the other, lathering their titties and probing their cunts and assholes with my soap-slippery fingers, and they kept their soapy fingers busy on my body.
They concentrated on my stiffly thrusting cock most of the time-and my heavy balls-but they also stimulated my sensitive nipples. After a few minutes of playing around like that, and while I had a finger in each slippery snatch, Helen said she'd like to be fucked. I pulled my fingers from both cunts and kiddingly asked Helen which hole she wanted pronged.
Helen turned around and wiggled her butt against my stiff and soapy cock. She didn't answer, so when she leaned forward and put her hands on her knees I shoved my slippery pecker into her twat. Carol was standing beside me and she began rubbing a soapy hand around over my ass.
I'd only been fucking Helen for a short time when she asked if Carol wanted to take a turn. Carol stopped caressing my humping ass and I stopped pumping and left my cock buried in Helen's cunt until Carol moved into position beside Helen. As Carol leaned forward and put her hands on her knees I withdrew from Helen's pussy.
Moving over behind Carol, I shoved my slippery cock into her hot cunt and fucked her with slow and steady thrusts. Helen straightened and began caressing my humping ass. I had both hands on Carol's soapy hips and soon Helen got behind me and ground her cunt and soapy pubic hairs against my ass.
After a minute or two Carol asked if I wanted to corn-hole her. I knew the question was actually a request so I pulled my cock out of my wife's hot twat. Helen got around beside me again and watched as I placed my cockhead against Carol's anal opening. Carol leaned over further and grabbed her ankles. I gave her time to relax, then pushed and the soapy lather caused the swollen glans to pop past the tight elastic ring very easily.
Due to all the action I'd had that day the terrific heat in the tight tunnel didn't make me have to fight for control, as is so often the case when penetrating an asshole, and I slowly eased my stiff and slippery prick all the way to the hilt. It held there, giving Carol time to adjust, then started slow in and out thrusts into her hot, clutching rectum.
Soon, sure that Carol would want to climax and not in any danger of doing so myself, I leaned over her back and slipped a hand around and under and inserted two fingers into her cunt. I stimulated her elongated clit by frigging her with a finger on each side of the sensitive bump of flesh.
Helen again started caressing my ass. She also fold me that if I thought I could last long enough she'd like to be corn-holed. I said that I could last without even having to hold back, the truth, and it wasn't long before Carol had a spasmodic release.
As soon as Carol stopped spasming I pulled my hard cock from her clinging asshole. Helen got into position beside Carol again, leaning over and grabbing her ankles, and Carol straightened as I moved over behind Helen. Her rear entrance was already soapy. I put the blunt end of my stiff cock against the puckered hole and pushed. The crown slipped past the elastic ring easily enough, but Helen groaned loudly when I started to push on deeper into the very hot and very tight asshole. I waited a few seconds, still in perfect control despite the clutching heat, and slowly plowed on in until my balls slapped against her pussy lips.
I waited until Helen said that she was ready, the' words muffled but easily understood, and I started pronging her in the same manner I'd so recently corn-holed Carol. When Helen began hunching along with my thrusts I knew that the pain she'd experienced had passed. I also knew by then that she was like a firecracker, from her words and her actions, so I leaned over and inserted two fingers in her cunt and stimulated her erect clitoris.
Helen spasmed within thirty seconds, moaning and crying out and hunching like crazy before going tense and shuddering violently, and I kept my fingers busy and my cock plowing in and out of her clutching rectum until she stopped all movement.
My cock was still hard and I hadn't had to hold back. Carol was just as surprised as Helen because of that fact. I was a little surprised myself. After all, it wasn't as if I went around pronging two hot and tight assholes all the time and nine out of ten times corn-holing will bring on an ejaculation whether one is wanted or not.
After I'd pulled my stiff prick from Helen's clinging asshole, and she and Carol had exchanged a few words having to do with my cock still being hard, I turned the spray of water on and we rinsed. Helen said she wanted to soak in a tub of hot water. Carol said they'd do so together and they left the stall before I did.
Alone, I made sure I was clean by using more soap and while I was rinsing again I decided that I'd take a rest and I didn't care if my cock did droop without me getting my gun. Enough was enough, I thought, and if Carol and Helen wanted more action they could take care of each other or go get Prince again.
While I was giving myself a brisk rub-down with a clean towel, my cock still jutting proudly, I watched as Carol and Helen got into the tub of hot water they'd drawn. Then, saying that I was going to the bedroom, I tossed the towel aside and left the bathroom. Carol called out that they'd join me soon, I called back that they didn't have to be in any hurry, and I heard Helen laugh and say that the ass-fucking had probably put an end to her sexual activities for the evening. I doubted that, hut it was all right with me if the hot-ass female had spoken the truth. I was tired and I wasn't too proud to admit that fact to Helen and Carol.
CHAPTER NINE
Going to the bedroom, I left the light on and stretched out on the bed. I stared at my cock, still hard and jutting toward the ceiling, and again thought that enough was enough. I closed my eyes, thought about the drastic changes in my life and marriage for a few minutes-without any regrets-and went to sleep.
Later I found out that Carol and Helen had checked the bedroom, saw that I was asleep and that my cock had gone soft, turned the light out, and then gone to the kitchen for coffee. They'd talked for a couple of hours, about their younger days and about what they'd been doing since last seeing each other, and there hadn't been any sex. Not until during the night and while in bed with me, anyway.
Helen had decided to spend the night, after Carol's invitation, and they'd gotten in bed with me without turning the light on. I think I vaguely remember them climbing onto the bed, one on each side of me, but I do know that I didn't come fully awake.
I also know that during the night I woke up with my cock hard again and the knob in a greedily sucking mouth. There was enough light filtering through the drapes for me to see that it was Helen performing fellatio. I moved enough to let her know that I was awake, then whispered that if she'd swing around I'd return the favor. My whispered words, or Helen's movements to comply with those softly spoken words, caused Carol to wake up.
The result was a threesome in most of the various positions and the somewhat frantic session must've lasted at least an hour. I finally climaxed while fucking Helen, after losing count of the times I'd shifted back and forth, and I wasn't surprised when Carol and Helen embraced in the sixty-nine position immediately afterward. When I went back to sleep they were still going at it, proving what I already knew-few men can match the pace set by a hot-ass female, and no man can outlast two hot-ass females.
The next morning I woke up a few minutes earlier than usual. Carol and Helen were still sleeping, one on each side of me, but it was a king-sized bed and we weren't touching. I managed to scoot down to the foot and got off the bed without disturbing them. I shut off the alarm and went to the bathroom. I had my usual morning hard-on, but lost it after taking a leak.
Brushing my teeth, then taking a quick shower, I decided not to even take time for a cup of coffee. I figured that if Carol and Helen woke up there'd be sex-which I would've enjoyed, of course-but it would've meant being late for work. Besides, I felt that I'd had enough sex to last me for a while. Until after work, anyway.
I managed to get dressed and out of the house without disturbing Carol and Helen's sleep and stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. Driving to the shop I felt a little stupid for passing up the chance for another session with Helen, but I was sure I'd see her again in the not too distant future. By then Carol and I would probably be swinging, I thought, and the thought of another man banging my wife didn't bother me.
It didn't surprise me to find that Claude had worked most of the night. He'd often done so after coming back off a drunken escapade and I was pleased to see that he'd completed all of the rush jobs. Marie told me that she'd insisted upon her husband going back to bed, then said that he wanted to talk to me later that morning. I didn't ask any questions, partly because a customer came in, and partly because she'd refused to talk the day before. I can be very independent at times and I still didn't want to appear pushy.
I won't say that I was shocked a couple of hours after going to work, but I was sure as hell surprised. I'd been doing bench work, repairing sets that didn't have to be delivered right away, and Claude called down to me from the top of the stairs and told me to come up for a cup of coffee.
Marie heard her husband, looked in from the front, waved to him, smiled at me, then pulled back out of sight. I turned the bench light out and went up to the living quarters. Claude had the coffee poured and was sitting at the kitchen table when I got there.
He started talking while I was sitting down. He said that he and Marie had talked it over and decided to let me have twenty-five percent of the business. I grinned and asked what it was going to cost me.
"Nothing in cash, Jim. I will expect you to work overtime without extra pay, though. Your percentage should more than cover the difference. If it's okay with you I'll have the papers drawn up right away."
I told Claude that I'd gladly accept his offer, as I was willing to gamble that the business would keep getting better. I'd seen the books and knew that twenty-five percent would more than take care of the overtime pay even if I worked three or four hours extra every day.
There was some more talk about the business and the offer I'd accepted, then I told Claude that I'd better go see Marie, get the pickup calls and make the deliveries.
"I've already checked," Claude said, not quite meeting my eyes. He chuckled and it sounded a little forced. "Actually, I told Marie to stall all pickups and deliveries until this afternoon, Jim. There's something else you might like to do this morning."
I waited for Claude to go on and when he didn't I asked what he meant. He poured both of us more coffee and I had the feeling he'd like to be pouring himself something much stronger.
"You must know that Marie goes out when I go on a drunk, Jim. How do you get along with your wife?"
"Just fine," I said. "Why?"
"I just wondered," Claude said, his eyes on his coffee cup. "I'm finding it just as difficult to talk to you as I thought I would, Jim. I never was one to get too personal with anybody, but I'm going to do it now. Do you have sex with women other than your wife?"
My first impulse was to tell the man that he was getting a little too personal. But he had just given me a share of the business-and I suppose I also sensed what he was trying to get around to saying.
"It's a little strange that you ask the question at this particular time," I said. "Up until a couple of days ago I hadn't cheated on my wife, but now I have to admit that I've made it with three different women. In all directions, I will add."
"Does it bother you?" Claude asked, meeting my eyes for a moment. "Meaning, of course, do you think it'll ruin your marriage in some way?"
"I doubt it," I said, not ready to admit that Carol knew about the three women and had been right there as an eager and willing participant with the third.
"I know about Marie going with other men when I'm off on a drunk, Jim. It doesn't bother me that she finds sexual relief outside of our marriage, but I do worry about her. It can be dangerous picking up men, I mean, and she doesn't like the idea of having just one man on the side. Are you willing to talk to her now? Any arrangements the two of you would like to make would be all right with me."
Claude's offer excited me, of course-as I'd had quite a few fantasies having to do with his wife and her lush body-but I was afraid the offer might somehow ruin the business offer I'd just accepted.
"I guess I'd be off my rocker to turn Marie down, Claude, but what if for some reason we aren't compatible? It's always possible, you know, and I'd hate to fuck up the twenty-five percent deal."
"You don't have to worry about the business deal not going through," Claude said, pushing back his chair and standing without finishing his coffee. "Marie and I have talked this over and you have my word that you don't have a thing to lose. Now, if you don't mind, I'd rather have Marie explain everything in more detail."
Claude turned and left without another word and before I had a chance to say anything. Not that I would've known what to say, I thought, finishing my coffee and telling myself to relax and to just accept things as they happened. Things were really happening fast, though. A little too fast, actually, and I wondered what my wife would think about the new developments. I knew she'd be happy because of the twenty-five percent deal, of course, but I didn't know if she'd be willing to take on an older man even if that was what he wanted-or if he was capable.
I'd been giving some thought to swapping with Helen and her new husband, if she got married and they returned, and I'd also thought about Rita and Sue and their husbands. After seeing Carol with Helen and with the dog-with me right there with her willing permission-I knew that it was just a matter of time before we branched out and I was sure we could both handle any problems that might be connected with swinging.
Marie soon entered, all smiles, and suggested that we go to the living room where we'd be more comfortable. I got up and followed, my eyes on her jiggling ass and swaying hips, thinking that she probably wanted to do some talking before making a final decision about taking me to a bedroom.
After Marie had picked a couch to sit on I hesitated, then perched my butt on the arm of an easy chair, wanting to see her face and eyes while we talked. Still smiling, she wanted to know if I thought the business opportunity I'd been offered and had accepted seemed fair to me. I assured her that I was very well satisfied and thanked her for any influence she'd had in offering me such a good deal.
"You're welcome, Jim. Now to get on to Claude's second offer, which is just as important to me and I hope doesn't make you think any less of him. He has a problem other than his drinking, as you may have guessed, and if I ever hear you belittling my husband in any manner it will end our intimate relationship. Providing we decide to start one, of course."
"You don't have to worry about me looking down on Claude for any reason," I said. "Naturally I'm interested in knowing something about his problem, though."
"It's related directly to his drinking problem, I believe, but there's probably more to it than that. He could be tired of me and our marriage or a little of both. In a physical sense, I mean. To put it bluntly, he can't keep his cock up when he manages to get an erection."
"That's tough," I said, meaning it. "Tough on both of you. Are you inhibited when it comes to sex? Is he?"
"We've tried just about everything," Marie said. "And still do now and then, for that matter. I must say, Jim, I was a little surprised to hear about you stepping out on your wife. Carol's a lovely girl and that's the main reason this subject hasn't been brought up before. Claude and I didn't want to take a chance on breaking up your marriage. If you hadn't told him about the three women I doubt if he would've carried things this far. Just how did you happen to cheat on your wife, Jim?"
Deciding to tell everything, as Marie was obviously being perfectly honest with me, I started talking, giving a detailed outline of the happenings since peeking at Carol and Prince. It seemed as if a lot more time had passed than a couple of days and I remember making that observation a few times while telling Marie about my recent sexual adventures.
Marie listened without interrupting, but she did kind of arch her eyebrows each time I mentioned a dog, and I hoped that part of my story wouldn't turn her off. It took quite a while for me to finish and at some point I slipped my ass off the chair arm and down onto the seat cushion.
After a short silence, Marie said, "I've heard about girls and women having sex with dogs, but to my knowledge I've never encountered any of them. I've also seen a few stag movies showing such activities. I remember being curious, as I am now, but I'm not sure I'd care to experiment in such a manner. Not that I have any objections to voice on the subject. To each his own, has always been my motto."
"Have you ever had sex with another female?" I asked, sure that my wife would enjoy sampling Marie's charms, thinking that if things worked out okay I'd have many opportunities to make the threesome scene with Carol and Marie.
"I've had cunnilingus performed on me by quite a few females, and I've also gone down on a few, but I've always preferred a man even with that type of sex. Actually, Claude can give me all of that I want. I want and need what only a man can give me from time to time and this is one of those times."
"I'm ready," I said, grinning.
I had spoken the truth. I was ready physically as well as mentally. Marie had crossed her bare legs, exposing a great deal of firm-looking flesh, and the exciting sight-along with the talk about sex-had my cock straining for freedom. I was glad that I hadn't stayed around home and had a session with Carol and Helen that morning.
Marie got to her feet, her pretty face flushed, and I stood up. She looked down at the big bulge in the front of my pants and for a moment I thought she was going to want to make it right there on the couch or on the carpet. But she turned and hurried across the room and I followed, my eyes again on her jiggling ass and swaying hips.
In the bedroom, where I'd never been before, Marie stopped beside the bed, her back to me, and slipped her dress off over her head. I parked my butt on a straight-back chair and quickly removed my shoes and socks. She tossed her dress aside, patted her hair back in place, and kicked out of her high heels.
My feet bare, I stood up and quickly removed my shirt, my eyes on the back of Marie's shapely body. She turned around just as she freed her big breasts and I dropped my pants and shorts. She stared at my hard, thrusting cock and I stared at her boobies. The big mounds weren't sagging very much and the nipples were small and pointed, just the way I like them. I could tell by her expression that she also liked what she saw.
As Marie peeled her brief panties down, revealing the dark bush growing between her thighs, I reminded myself that she'd said something about getting enough tongue-fucking. I thought the same was probably true where cocksucking was concerned, as she undoubtedly used that method to try and get her husband's cock erect, so as I stepped out of the circle my pants and shorts had formed I decided not to delay the fucking.
Marie climbed on the bed, got on her back, and parted her legs. I quickly followed and snuggled my poking prick in for the penetration, thinking that I was going to delve my tongue into Marie's cunt before the session ended.
I started to do my own guiding, but she beat me to it, her hands coming down between us and her fingers circling around my throbbing cock. She placed the blunt end of my prick between the lips of her hot desire-moistened pussy and as soon as she removed her hands I pushed on in.
Marie moaned and lurched upward, driving my stiff cock all the way to the hilt, and her arms encircled my neck and pulled my parted lips to hers. Her hot and slippery tongue flicked and I met it with my own, enjoying the passionate kiss, the feel of her hot cunt clamping around the entire length of my pulsing cock, the way her stiff nipples were poking into my chest.
I started fucking her, broke the tongue-lashing kiss, and placed my head beside hers. Her hair smelled fresh and clean. She wrapped her smooth legs around my waist and began hunching along with my powerful thrusts. We moved together rhythmically, as if we'd fucked many times before. It was easy for me to tell that she really liked to fuck and I felt sorry for her and for her husband, already knowing it'd take a lot of heated action to keep her even halfway satisfied.
I'd only been pronging Marie for about thirty seconds when she quickened the tempo of her counter-thrusts. I matched the faster pace, thought about slipping my hands down to her wriggling ass, then decided to look at her face while she spasmed.
Lifting my chest from her spiked titties, I braced on my hands and arms without slowing my deep thrusts into her clasping cunt. Her eyes were open and glazed with passion. She smiled and said that she was about to melt. I returned her smile and told her to go right ahead, then added that I was a long way from reaching a climax.
When Marie started having an orgasm, her ass wriggling wildly and her legs clamping more tightly around my waist, I slammed the meat to her fast and furiously. She milked at my pistoning prick with her inner cunt muscles, while I rode high so as to make contact with her clitoris.
She closed her eyes right at the last, tensing, her features twisted with passion, her legs falling from around my waist. I gave a few more thrusts, then left my rigid rod buried deep in her quivering cunt while I leaned over and gave her full lips a quick kiss.
"You're all I thought you'd be," Marie said, opening her eyes. "Carol's a very lucky girl."
"I think she'd agree to that," I said, grinning. "She thinks I'm a very understanding husband, that's for sure, and you're obviously lucky in that way."
Marie contracted her inner muscles around my throbbing cock. "Claude used to be able to give me a good fuck, Jim. He still can when he can get it up and keep it that way. Fuck me to another climax and then we'll talk."
I started pronging her before she'd gotten the last few words out. This time she lifted her knees and dug her heels into the mattress. She also rotated her ass in little half-circles while hunching along with my steady and slower thrusts. I remained braced on my hands and arms, confident that I could ride out the storm when she had another spasmodic release.
It only took about sixty seconds to make Marie have another orgasm. She moved just as wildly and I cut her moans off by mashing my mouth to hers. It felt as if she might suck my tongue out by the roots at first, but she eased up before I had to make her do so, and she jerked her mouth away and cried out loudly while caught up in the throes of a shuddering release that went on and on.
Again I kept pumping my prick in her pulsating pussy until she let out one last gasp and sagged limply. I'd lowered my chest to her big, hard-nippled breasts and slipped my hands down to her wildly moving ass. She had very smooth skin, for which I was thankful, as I hate to get hold of an ass that's rough and bumpy. Luckily, that has only happened to me a few times, though, and those were casual pickups when I was single.
I could tell that Marie was delighted because I hadn't ejaculated and my cock was still rock-hard. "This was after I'd lifted my chest and met her passion-filmed eyes and before she expressed her feelings in words. She then asked what is almost a stock question in that situation. She wanted to know how long I thought I could last.
"I think I can last long enough to give you a measure of relief," I said. "I haven't started holding back yet and I can go for a few minutes after I do start concentrating on not blasting off. Do you want me to fuck you to another climax now?"
"I'll take a short rest," Marie said. "I enjoy it very much just having a hard cock buried in my snatch."
"We could try other positions," I said.
"Maybe later," Marie said, lifting her hands and caressing my chest, then gently pinching my nipples until each nub stiffened. "Right now I want you to come up here and let me suck your cock."
I withdrew my stiff pecker from her juicy twat and moved until I was straddling her head, the end of my wet tool almost touching her lips. She twirled her tongue around the crown and I lowered so she could get the glans and about two inches of the shaft into her mouth without too much strain on her part. She sucked greedily and expertly, using her hands to caress my ass and balls.
I let Marie suck my cock for a couple of minutes, then pulled it from her hot mouth. She didn't seem disappointed and I'd already sensed that she wasn't trying for a spurting reward. She wanted to be fucked again, I knew, and I was also sure that she wanted my cock to explode in her cunt.
Figuring that we had plenty of time, and wanting to enjoy myself as well as make her happy, I lowered my ass and balls down on her upper belly. Squatting by bending my knees and holding most of my weight on my folded legs, I placed my hard and wet cock in the deep, warm valley between her big titties.
I immediately discovered that being fucked in that manner wasn't a new experience for her. She used her hands to push her smooth titties against and around my cock, forming a tight sheath, and I began making a little hunching movements.
At first I just went far enough for her tongue to lick the end of my prick. Which she did, seeming to like doing so, but soon I was hunching far enough for the head of my cock to slip into her hot mouth. Which she accepted and sucked and lapped greedily each time the penetration was made.
I enjoyed the act very much and it reminded me of a girl I'd been with a few times before meeting Carol. In that case of mutual enjoyment the girl had wanted me to ejaculate and I had, shooting my stuff all over her breasts and face as well as into her mouth.
Soon, on the backstroke while she could speak, Marie said that she wanted to be fucked again. I immediately moved lower, down along her lush body, but on the way down I decided to shove my tongue into her twat before fucking her again. After all, I thought, I was there to receive pleasure as well as to give it.
CHAPTER TEN
Marie didn't object when I kept right on moving lower on the bed after I'd gotten between her eagerly parted legs. When she didn't say anything I didn't get in any hurry to lap her cunt and clit. I stared at the pussy lips, slightly puffy from the fucking, and the sight as well as the feminine scent was pleasing to me.
The short and curly black hairs were already parted and back out of the way. I started to go on down and lick her inner thighs, but I figured I'd have plenty of opportunities to do that-just as I was looking forward to the times I could suckle her big breasts. Knowing that she wanted my cock more than she did my mouth and tongue, I didn't spend much time performing cunnilingus.
Shortly after I'd slithered my tongue between her moist cuntal lips, and probed deep into the clinging folds of hot cuntflesh, I went to her clit. That unhooded organ was just about as small as any I'd ever encountered.
Even while enjoying myself tremendously while going down on Marie I remained aware enough to do some thinking. I decided that the size of her passion-button had a lot to do with her desire to be fucked by a cock instead of by a tongue. I found out later that my thoughts on the subject had been correct. Marie told me that unlike most females her clitoris wasn't all that sensitive and that she'd seldom even stimulated it while masturbating. She'd always preferred deep penetration, either by a finger or by a cock, and she'd also experimented with all kinds of inanimate objects.
I did manage to tilt her ass and crotch enough to get my lips around the tip of her little clit, but even sucking added to the lapping didn't cause her to start racing toward an orgasm. I soon accepted the fact that she'd much rather have my cock in her cunt-I found it to be a fact later, at least-and it only took about thirty seconds and maybe that many thrusts for me to prong her to and through another orgasm. She pulled my wet mouth to hers while spasming, seeming to prove that she hadn't lied when she'd told about engaging in gay sex, but I was sure that Carol wouldn't find her as exciting as I'd hoped.
Very pleased because I had" 't gotten my gun, and saying so in glowing terms, Marie then told me that she'd like to rest. I withdrew my hard cock and stretched out beside her. I soon found that she'd only wanted to rest where fucking was concerned. Because she lifted, licked her secretions from my jutting tool, then went down and began licking my balls.
I enjoyed that, of course, as I did when she licked up along the underside of my rigid cock and began sucking the swollen glans. She didn't suck for very long, however, and I was sure it was because she was afraid I'd shoot off.
"You are capable of lasting a long time," Marie said, keeping a firm grip on my stiff prick with her fist, but not stroking the shaft. "I suppose that's because you've had so much sex with so many females lately."
"Partly," I said. "I've never been all that fast on the trigger, though. Get on and take a ride if you want to. I'll give you plenty of warning if you want me to blast off while I'm on top."
"We have plenty of time," Marie said, letting go of my cock and stretching out beside me. "I don't want to be too greedy and I hope to have many more sessions with you and your big cock."
"I hope the same thing," I said. "Is there any chance that Claude might change his mind?"
"No," Marie said. "He might be weak in some ways, as with his inability to control his drinking at times, but when he makes up his mind about something he sticks to it. Are you going to tell Carol about this?"
"Yes," I said, turning over on my side and fondling Marie's titties. The nipples were still hard and I lifted and tongued the nearest one for a few seconds before adding, "I've even given some thought to seeing if Carol and Claude would like to get together. I don't mean it as a put-down, Marie, but maybe a young girl like my wife would turn him on."
"Do you think Carol would go for that, Jim? It isn't as if Claude's totally helpless or hopeless, you know, and it'd be great if the four of us could get together. I'd feel better about having sex with you if I knew your wife didn't mind and she was willing to make it with my husband."
"I'll have a talk with Carol," I said. "What about the dog? I wouldn't want you to hurt my wife's feelings."
"Don't worry about that," Marie said. "I wouldn't hurt the lovely darling's feelings for anything in the world. I might even give it a try with the German shepherd. What's his name?"
"Prince," I said. "How about Claude? Do you think he'd raise hell if you made it with a dog? He might even be turned off by the sight of Prince lapping and fucking Carol."
"My husband's very broadminded," Marie said. "The fact that you're here with me now should prove that."
"It might be a little different where a dog is concerned," I said. "I know I was really shocked the first time I saw Carol making it with Prince and it took a great deal of adjusting for me to get used to the idea."
I'd slipped one hand down and cupped Marie's crotch. The underside of my hard cock was pressed tightly against her warm body. She made a little lurching movement up against my cupped fingers and said she was ready to stop talking and start fucking.
I removed my fingers from her warm and hairy crotch and rolled over on my back. She lifted and straddled me, crouching with her cunt directly over my thrusting cock, using one hand to do the guiding. She rubbed my cockhead forward and backward along her moist slit, centered it, and slowly lowered until my rigid prick was speared all the way into her hot cunt.
She began bouncing and I reached up and fondled her swaying titties. I enjoyed myself very much, at the same time conserving my strength, as all I had to do was be there. The rest made it almost as if I hadn't had the action before. It was almost like starting out fresh, I mean, and I figured that Marie was in for a pleasant surprise if she still wanted a prolonged session before I ejaculated.
It took Marie at least three minutes to bounce to and through an orgasm. I was beginning to think she was getting tired, and I'd just about decided to start concentrating on shooting off, but she told me to roll her over on her back and fuck her.
I complied with her wishes and I started getting a little tired before she finally spasmed about five minutes after I started pronging her. After we both stopped moving, and stopped kissing, Marie told me that it was all right with her if I wanted to climax.
She thought I'd been holding back. She expressed surprise when I said I hadn't been, then asked if I wanted to stop without climaxing. I told her that I'd better not, as I might get a stone-ache, and she said she'd suck my cock until I thought I was ready to shoot off.
It felt so good when she did start giving me a blow-job I kind of hated to start concentrating on ejaculating. But a great deal of time had passed, I didn't want to stall long enough to take a chance on both of us getting pooped, and we did need to get back to work, so I started trying to start my final drive.
While I was enjoying Marie's greedy sucking I did think it'd save a great deal of time if she would just go ahead and take my stuff in her mouth. I found out later that she liked to suck all the way to the finish, and would willingly swallow the results of a man's passion, but her preference was sharing a mutual climax with a man while fucking. Most females prefer the same thing, of course-and most of the time I'd rather blast off in a pussy.
By the time I felt that I could climax at just about any time, Marie was taking my cockhead deep into her throat each time she dipped her head. I hadn't been clutching at her bobbing head. In fact, I'd clasped my hands behind my head while thrilling to the wonderful sensation.
When I told Marie that we'd better start fucking she kept on sucking and I thought she might've gotten carried away and changed her mind. But she soon pulled her clinging lips from my throbbing cock and quickly got on her back.
I didn't waste any time mounting her, as I was suddenly afraid I'd waited a little too long. I did my own guiding, shoving my saliva-coated cock into her hot and juicy cunt with one quick movement, and we were both balanced very close to the brink.
We must've lasted about sixty seconds, though, and I'm sure I made at least that many strokes. We made it together, my hard cock jerking erratically and flooding her clinging, snapping cunt just as she spasmed. We kept moving together until our passions simmered down and my cock had started to soften.
"That was really a super fuck, Jim. God, but I like to feel the hot cream spurting into my cunt!"
I'd buried my face beside hers. I let go of her ass and lifted my chest from her big boobies. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face was that only seen on a well-fucked and happy female. I balanced on one hand and arm and found that I could reach a towel draped over the headboard.
Marie opened her eyes and I grinned. "It wasn't such a bad piece of ass for me," I said. "In fact, I'd like to do it again this evening."
"You mean you want to come back here?"
"I mean that I want you and Claude to visit Carol and me. I'll give her a buzz on the phone and tell her that you're coming to dinner. After that we'll just see what happens. How does that sound?"
"It sounds great," Marie said. "I know Cluade will like the idea, but do you think Carol will go for it?"
"I know she'll be glad to have you and Claude for dinner, Marie, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see how she feels about taking on Claude."
"Couldn't you ask her before we go there?"
"I'd rather not," I said. "I think it'd be better if we waited until all four of us are there. I do want you to sample my wife's cooking, you know, and if there was talk before we might not get around to eating the excellent meal I know she'll prepare."
"Is it all right if I tell Claude what you have in mind?" Marie asked.
"Sure. Maybe it'll be a little easier for me to face him when I go downstairs."
"Don't worry for one moment about facing my husband, Jim. As I said, when he makes up his mind he doesn't change it. Even if Carol doesn't go for the idea, or if you get tired of making it with me, you'll still own part of the business."
"You don't have to worry about me getting tired of you," I said. "I just hope you don't get tired of me."
"I just hope you don't get emotionally involved," Marie said.
"This is just sex," I said. "Great fun and pleasure, but it has nothing to do with my feelings for my wife."
"I'm glad we have that settled," Marie said. "I've sexed it up with quite a few men since I started finding sexual relief outside my marriage, but I never had anything to do with the same one twice. My heart belongs to my husband, might be a good way to put it, and I think it's safe to say the same is true with him where I'm concerned."
"I guess that's the way to describe the relationship Carol and I have," I said. "Unless, of course, it turns out that I'm jealous when I see her making it with another man."
I used the towel when-I withdrew my limber cock from Marie's flooded cunt, then pushed the towel between Marie's thighs and flopped over on my back. Clutching the towel in place, she scooted from the bed and told me to rest as long as I wanted to.
Watching Marie hurrying to the bathroom, I wondered if I'd made a mistake by inviting her and Claude for dinner. It wasn't the meal I was a little concerned about, of course. It was what would follow. Maybe I should've waited and fixed it so that Carol could be with a younger man, I thought. The first time, anyway. I could've just as easily contacted Rita and she and her husband could've helped introduce me and my wife to the swapping way of life.
Deciding that I'd already gone too far to back out, as well as feeling that I owed Claude for the favor he'd bestowed upon me, I turned my thoughts to the fact that I was going to have a share of the business. I knew Carol would like that news and I knew I'd enjoy telling her.
Marie soon returned and if I hadn't already been looking forward to fucking her again that evening I would've asked her to return to the bed. She started getting dressed and told me that I might as well fix myself a lunch before going back to work. I liked the idea, mostly because I could stall a little longer before facing Claude, and she seemed to read my mind.
Anyway, she told me that she'd have a talk with Claude while I was eating and tell him about the dinner invitation. Suddenly quite nervous, and probably as an attempt to cover up that fact, I chuckled and said that maybe we should've arranged things so Claude could Ve been with us.
"That thought did enter my mind," Marie said, smiling. "I considered waiting until after working hours, or even closing the shop for a couple of hours, but I decided it'd be better for you and I to get acquainted in an intimate way first. Have you ever been a member of that kind of a threesome, Jim?"
"Once," I said. "With the same couple quite a few times, that is. Claude doesn't go for the gay stuff, does he? The other man didn't and I was always careful not to come in close contact with him."
"My husband will be glad to hear that," Marie said. "He told me that he has enjoyed making that kind of threesome scene a few times in his younger days, but he doesn't have any homo tendencies. The three of us will have to make it together soon. I haven't had the pleasure of enjoying two hard cocks at the same time since long before I got married."
Marie had finished putting her clothes on. She glanced at my limp cock, told me to take my time, and hurried from the room. I sat up, swung my feet to the soft and thick carpet, and sat there for a few moments, wondering if I should take a shower.
Deciding I didn't really need one, I went to the bathroom and washed my cock at the sink. Then, washing my hands, I rinsed my mouth out with water and then used some mouthwash I found in the cabinet over the sink.
Suddenly hungry, I returned to the bedroom, quickly dressed, and went to the kitchen. There was a ham in the refrigerator. I fixed a thick sandwich, had a glass of milk with it, then took my time drinking a cup of coffee before going downstairs.
Claude was working at his bench. He didn't look up as I walked down the stairs, but he looked up and smiled and winked as I passed by. I smiled, paused, then walked on when he returned his attention to the TV set he was working on.
There was a customer in the front talking to Marie. I waited a couple of minutes, then got the pad from beside the phone. There was a list of the calls for the day. When Marie didn't look at me, I went into the back and located the sets I was to deliver. There were only three and Claude didn't say anything or look as I made the three trips to the truck.
I made one delivery, picked up one set, then stopped at a phone booth and called Carol. She said, in answer to my question, that Helen had left two hours before. I told her about the twenty-five percent deal and she was very excited. We talked for at least ten minutes about what it could mean to our future, then I told her about inviting Marie and Claude to dinner.
Carol said that was the least I could've done and promised to prepare a good meal. I told her that anything she fixed would be good, then had to resist the impulse to tell her what I had planned for after dinner. I did feel that I should at least give her a hint as to what to expect, but for some reason I wanted Marie and Claude there when I told her. Maybe because I was afraid I'd be jealous if she got excited just thinking about making it with another man. Crazy, I guess, but that's the way it was.
In any case, I replaced the receiver without mentioning anything about sex, but the subject was on my mind most of the afternoon. Other than that everything was routine and I was back at the shop by four o'clock.
After unloading the truck I sat down at my bench. Claude hadn't looked up, or I hadn't seen him doing so, but before I could start to work he turned and faced me.
"We're going to have to stop behaving like a couple of embarrassed kids, Jim. Why don't we bring everything out into the open with words and go on from there?"
"That sounds like a good idea," I said, deciding that Carol shouldn't mind having sex with Claude. He was still a good-looking fellow. He had all of his hair, even though the brown was streaked with gray, and despite the wrinkles in his face he looked to be in good physical shape. "Did Marie tell you about dinner, Claude?"
"Yes, and I'll be happy to go. Did you tell Carol what you have in mind?"
"No, and I'm waiting for you to bring everything out into the open with words."
Claude chuckled and said, "You've fucked my wife, with my permission, and now you're a little worried because you're afraid you'll be jealous if your wife agrees to let me fuck her. Does that just about sum things up to this point, Jim?"
"That's about it," I said, grinning, feeling better about the whole deal because Claude had put it into words. "You're obviously not jealous now, but do you think it would be the same if you were to actually see me pronging Marie?"
"I'll just have to wait and find out about that, Jim. I'm not worried, though. I've found that mental images can sometimes be just about as real as the actual thing and I've known for a long time about Marie being fucked by other men."
"Did Marie tell you about the dog?"
"Yes, and I might be nuts, but the idea of seeing such an exhibition excites me. I told Marie that I'd like to see her being banged by a dog. Does the sight turn you on?"
"I find it strangely fascinating," I said. "Just as I did when I saw Carol making the gay scene with a girl last night."
"Marie told me about that," Claude said, getting to his feet. "We've discussed just about everything this afternoon, I guess, and she's excited just thinking about the possibility of going down on your lovely young wife. So am I, of course, and I haven't felt the need to have a drink all day. What time do you want us to be at your house?"
"You might as well follow me home," I said. "Carol should have dinner ready when we get there. Or shortly thereafter, as I usually take a shower when I get home."
"Marie and I have already taken turns going upstairs for a shower," Claude said. "I'll just have to change clothes. Right now I'm going up front and take over, though. I'm sure Marie wants to talk to you."
It was getting along toward closing time so I started putting my tools and testing equipment away as soon as Claude left. I had my bench cleared by the time Marie got there.
"Claude told me the two of you had a little chat, Jim."
Marie had put on a different dress. She looked very nice. I told her that Claude and I had things settled between us, that he'd helped me get over my embarrassment, and she moved close and put her lips close to mine. We couldn't be seen from the front, unless Claude took a few steps to look through the doorway, and I didn't think he'd care if he did see me kissing his wife. After all, I'd fucked her, I'd be fucking her from time to time from then on, and if everything worked out right it wouldn't be very long before he'd be kissing and fucking my wife.
So, putting my arms around Marie and pulling her close, I glued my parted lips to hers. We kissed passionately, using our tongues, and I slipped my hands down and clasped her thinly covered ass. Her arms around my neck, she strained against me, making little grinding movements with her pelvis.
My cock lifted into an erection and Marie broke the feverish, tongue-lashing kiss, and pulled her head back, keeping up her grinding movements against my hard-on. Her eyes were blazing.
"I don't think I can wait, honey! I don't want to wait! It'll be at least a couple of hours even if everything works out okay at your house! Will you fuck me? Right here and now?"
I don't think I could've turned down such urgent pleading if Claude had been right there with us. With or without his permission, I mean. I removed my clutching fingers from her firm ass and told her that I'd gladly give her a quick pronging, but that I didn't want to blast off.
"That's all right," Marie said, dropping her arms from around my neck. "I don't want to take the time for you to climax. I just want a quick fuck to relieve some of the tension."
"I guess you could lean over the bench," I said.
"That's what I had in mind," Marie said. "Just make sure you plug my pussy. This isn't the time or the place for corn-holing."
I silently agreed. Marie had faced the bench, which was just about on the right level for what we'd both had in mind,-and she'd pulled her dress up around her waist. She was wearing brief white panties. Obviously wanting me to remove the thin obstacle, she leaned her upper body on the bench and hiked her ass up high.
Quickly pushing my zipper down, automatically glancing toward the doorway leading to the office, I tugged my stiff cock out into the open. Moving closer to Marie's shapely buttocks, I peeled the panties down almost to her knees. Her gash was gaping and glistening with moisture.
Not wanting to get too arouded, and it's possible for me not to do so even with a throbbing hard-on when I've been having plenty of sex, I didn't waste any time shoving my rigid rod into Marie's hot, succulent snatch.
Placing my hands on her rounded hips, I began fucking her with deep and fairly fast thrusts. She wriggled her ass and hunched along with me, her fingers gripping the back edge of the bench, and I was glad she only let out soft little moans. I didn't have any trouble keeping from starting toward the point of no return, even though I failed to keep as mentally detached as I would've liked.
But considering the fact that I hadn't been with Marie very much I did very well. Partly because it only took a couple of minutes for my pistoning prick to make her spasm, of course, but it wasn't all that frustrating for me when I pulled my hard cock from her juicy cunt. I knew there'd be plenty of action soon, even if my wife happened to refuse to participate.
Marie was turning, leaning over, and licking my wet and thrusting cock before I had a chance to reach for a handkerchief. Then, after she'd done a fast but good job of cleaning the stiff shaft, she straightened and tugged her panties back into place. While she was pulling her dress down from around her waist, and saying she'd better go upstairs and freshen herself, I managed to get my hard cock back inside and my zipper closed.
"I'm liking you and your cock and your abilities more ah the time," Marie said, her eyes on the big bulge. "I don't want you to suffer, though. If you want to we can go upstairs and fuck some more. Or I'll suck you off if that will help you get your gun faster."
I told her that her offer was very tempting, but that I'd rather wait. She said she understood, then went upstairs, and by the time I'd walked to the front my cock had softened. I told Claude I'd watch the front the few minutes until closing time so that he could go change clothes. He said that was a good idea, winked, and left. I wondered if he'd peeked while I was fucking his hot-ass wife. I knew that I would've done so if our roles had been reversed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Claude and Marie followed me home in their car. They knew where I lived, of course, but they'd never visited us. Carol had been to the shop quite a few times, to see me for one reason or another, and she'd often said she liked the couple. I just hoped it'd turn out that she liked them in a sexual way.
Carol had roast beef with all the trimmings. Dinner was ready and on the table, so I just excused myself long enough to wash my hands. They waited until I returned to sit down and there was the usual chit-chat over a meal when there are guests.
My lovely wife did thank Claude and Marie for the twenty-five percent they were to give me in the business and they said they'd been thinking about doing so for a long time. I didn't eat all that much, not wanting to have sex on a full stomach-and our guests didn't stuff themselves. Carol had always been a light eater so I knew that within an hour or so we'd all be in perfect shape for the sexual activities we were all looking forward to. With the exception of Carol, that is, and I figured she could be looking forward to having sex with me after Claude and Marie went home.
After the three of us had complimented Carol on her cooking, and Carol had accepted the kind words gracefully, I said that I'd better go take a shower. Marie said she'd help Carol with the dishes and I suggested that Claude go watch the newscast or some other TV program. He said that first he'd like another cup of coffee.
I reminded myself not to offer him anything stronger to drink later-and Carol knew about Claude's drinking problem so I didn't have to get her aside and give her a warning.
Taking my time in the bathroom, as I was still trying to think of the best way to break the news to Carol, I shaved and brushed my teeth before taking a shower. As usual, I got a hard-on while soaping my cock and balls, and in my younger days-under similar circumstances-I might've jerked off a batch to make sure I wouldn't be too fast on the trigger.
After rinsing and drying myself, my cock still thrusting proudly, I still hadn't made up my mind as to how I was going to tell Carol I was willing to share her many charms with Claude-and with Marie. My pecker started drooping when I had a mental picture of Carol taking Claude's cock in her sweet pussy. Then, when I pictured my wife with another man's cock in her sweet mouth, my prick got completely soft.
Still, I was determined to go through with the deal I'd made with Claude and Marie even if it took some convincing talk on my part to get Carol to agree. It made more sense for my wife to take on a man than it did for her to take on a dog, I told myself-and I'd sure as hell enjoyed being with her and Helen. I felt, as I had before, that if I could adjust to my wife being fucked by a dog and lapping a cunt I could adjust to just about anything.
There was a robe in the bathroom. I put it on, thinking I'd go to the bedroom and get dressed, but on the way I changed my mind. I saw no reason to put on clothes just to take them off in a short time. Or what I hoped would be a short time.
Claude was in the living room, alone, and he hadn't turned the television set on. He was sitting on the couch and I picked an easy chair. We sat there smiling at each other for a minute or two, then he laughed and said he had a confession to make.
"I'm listening," I said.
"I couldn't resist taking a peek, Jim. Back at the shop, I mean."
"I knew what you meant," I said. "I remember thinking that if I were in your place I'd take a look. What did you think? I mean-"
"I know what you mean," Claude cut in. "I found that it didn't make me jealous, I'm happy to say. Do you still want to go through with this? If not, just say so and I'll take Marie home. It wouldn't change your new relationship with my wife if we did leave before any thing's said or done, Jim."
Before I could answer, and I would've told Claude that I didn't want him to take Marie home right away, Carol and Marie entered the living room. Marie walked over and sat down beside Claude and after looking at me with a puzzled expression in her eyes Carol picked an easy chair near the one I was using.
"My wife's wondering why I didn't get dressed," I said. "Right, Carol?"
"It does seem a little strange," Carol said. "We do have guests, you know, and it's a long time until bedtime. Marie and Claude will think you're hinting for them to go home early."
"It could be that I'm hinting something else," I said. "In fact, instead of beating around the bush I think I'll speak right out. I told Marie about the drastic change in our marriage, Carol. Marie told Claude and maybe I should've told you when I called, but-"
"You told them everything?" Carol cut in, her face slightly flushed.
"I don't think I left anything out," I said. "The fact that Marie and Claude are here shows they're just as understanding as I am, though, so now I guess it's up to you, honey."
"You've already had sex with Marie?" Carol asked.
"Yes, and any time you feel like taking Claude to bed I know it'll be fine with him and all right with Marie."
"And with you?" Carol asked.
I didn't have to force my smile. "Yes," I said.
Carol got to her feet, smiled at Claude, beckoned with her hand, turned, and hurried from the room. Claude quickly got to his feet and followed my wife. Looking at Marie, meeting her eyes, I realized that she and Claude hadn't said one word since she and Carol had entered the room.
"That was fast," I said.
"Claude told me that he took a peek while you were fucking me, Jim. While I was leaning over the bench and enjoying your big cock, I mean. It didn't bother him, so maybe if you watched him with Carol you'd get over the hangup you seem to have. To tell the truth, it might not go so well with me when I actually see my husband with another female."
"We have plenty of time to find out about ourselves," I said. "Take off your clothes and we'll stay right here for a while. Hell, I might not even be able to get a hard-on."
Marie kicked her heels off, got to her feet, and began stripping herself naked. My cock was still soft when she finished undressing. I remained seated, my robe covering me, and I was worried, thinking it'd really be embarrassing if I failed to get an erection.
But I soon found that I'd worried needlessly where getting a hard-on was concerned. Because when Marie walked up close to me, and I got a whiff of her pussy, my pecker started lifting. I scooted my ass out close to the edge of the seat cushion, parted the black hairs with my fingers, and swiped my tongue up through the moist split.
Marie put her hands on the back of my head and pulled, at the same time pushing forward. I burrowed my nose in against her erect clit and held there for a few seconds while I probed deep into her hot twat with my tongue. She didn't try to hold me in place when I pulled back so that I could breathe. I tongue-fucked her with all the skill at my command while caressing her ass and hips with my hands.
Knowing that she preferred my cock to my tongue, and wanting to fuck her to and through an orgasm before going to the bedroom to see how Carol was making out with Claude, I only lapped Marie's tasty snatch for a couple of minutes. But when I pulled away, my stiff cock having escaped the confining robe, Marie dropped to her knees between my legs.
I pushed the robe further aside and let her have a go at my cock. She licked up one side of the stiff shaft and down the other, then ran the flat of her hot and slippery tongue up along the more sensitive underside. She laved her tongue over and around the swollen glans, then nipped at the hard meat with her soft lips before taking the cockhead into her hot, greedy mouth.
She was soon bobbing her head and taking just about all of my pulsing rod on the downward movement, working on the glans with her throat muscles, then twirling her tongue around the crown when she lifted. I didn't put my hands on her head or swirling hair, sure that she'd soon want to be fucked, also knowing that her jaws would get tired long before I was ready to ejaculate.
When she did stop sucking she told me that soon she'd like to suck me all the way off. I told her that I was looking forward to the same thing, then added that maybe after I'd fucked her I'd be ready to shoot my stuff. I didn't really think so, as I figured that it was going to be a very active evening and I was already thinking about preserving my strength, but I did want to reward her for her oral efforts sooner or later.
We got down on the carpet, with me on top, and I fucked Marie for all of five minutes before she spasmed. I knew that she was enjoying herself, as I was, but I was also sure that part of her mind was on our mates in the bedroom-also as part of my mind was.
I didn't have to hold back and when I withdrew and got on my back she followed and began sucking my jutting cock. I thrilled to the delightful sensation, and even tried to climax, but by the time her jaws got tired enough for her to have to rest I wasn't even close to an ejaculation.
"I think we'd better go get things settled one .. way or the other, Jim. I'm anxious to see if the four of us are going to get along in this new set-up.
I'm also interested in seeing Carol with the dog as well as finding out if I want to give it a try with the animal."
I told Marie that I was ready to go get things settled and she let go of my cock and we both got to our feet. I let Marie lead the way, glad my saliva-coated cock wasn't going soft, hoping it would remain hard after we got to the bedroom.
The slurping sounds were easy to hear while we were still in the hallway. We both stopped just inside the bedroom doorway. Carol and Claude had left the door open. Claude was going down on Carol, as I'd guessed from the sounds, and she had her eyes closed, the pleasure she was experiencing registering on her face. Both were naked, of course.
Claude had my wife's long and lovely legs folded back, her beautifully rounded thighs pressed tightly against her luscious full titties. He was obviously lapping and sucking her clit, but I was sure that he'd already performed analingus. His ass was hiked high in the air and he had a hard-on. I wasn't surprised because of that fact, even if Marie had told me about Claude's impotence and near-impotence at times.
Marie hadn't told me the size of her husband's cock and I hadn't asked. The stiffly thrusting organ looked to be almost as long as mine and it seemed to be a little thicker. His body looked firm and in good shape. He wasn't hairy. I knew Carol liked that-and it was very apparent that she liked the way he performed cunnilingus.
I don't know how long Marie and I stood there, side by side, watching the heated action. It could've been three minutes, maybe five. At some point she took my hand, our eyes met, and we didn't have to speak to let each other know that everything was going to be all right.
I wasn't jealous and I knew that Marie wasn't, either. She had more reason to be jealous at that moment, of course-as her husband was more active-but I somehow knew that it wouldn't bother me to see Carol being fucked by Claude. I also felt the same way about my wife sucking the man's cock. I wanted her to be sexually happy with Claude and with other men, as I was with Marie and with other women, and I was sure such activities wouldn't change my wife's feelings toward me-just as the action with Prince and Helen hadn't [the text in the original pocketbook cut off at this point without ending the sentence/paragraph.]
Anyway, after a few minutes Carol and Claude sensed that they had company at about the same time. Carol opened her eyes and an instant later Claude lifted his head. My wife and I met each other's eyes, we both smiled, and we didn't need to exchange words to express our mutual understanding. I didn't have to be told that the same was true when Marie and Claude met each other's eyes.
All this happened very quickly, of course, and during the short period of time Carol's legs were lowered and Claude settled back on his haunches, his big cock not losing any of its stiffness. My cock also remained thrusting stiffly and we both grinned when we met each other's eyes.
"Don't let me and your hot-ass wife interrupt you and my hot-ass wife," I said, running a hand over Marie's firm buttocks. "Isn't it about time you started fucking? And, if there aren't any objections, Marie and I will share the bed and fuck right alongside you."
"I don't have any objections," Claude said, chuckling.
"Nor do I," Carol said, smiling brightly.
Marie silently moved forward and climbed onto the bed. I just as silently followed, my hard cock swaying from side to side, and I shoved my rigid rod into Marie's clinging cunt just as Claude shoved his poking prick into Carol's sweet snatch.
Claude and I both started out fucking each other's wives with slow and deep steady strokes, the bed seeming to groan under the weight of our four bodies, but our sexy wives soon set a faster pace. We soon had the bed bouncing and swaying and seemingly squeaking in protest, but there weren't any protests from Claude or from me-nor from our sex-happy wives, for that matter.
We'd both remained braced on our hands and arms while pumping away. Marie began spasming first, which didn't surprise me, and she pulled my mouth to hers. I returned her tongue-lashing kiss and kept pounding until she went limp. I had also felt the bed moving along with Carol and Claude's wilder movements, and when I lifted my head and chest I saw that Carol and Claude were kissing passionately while he pumped her through a release.
As soon as Carol went limp Claude lifted his head and chest. Marie announced that I hadn't climaxed and Carol met my eyes and said that Claude hadn't ejaculated. Marie said that she'd like for us to shift around, as she was curious to see if Claude's cock would go soft or bend in the middle while he was fucking her.
Marie had spoken in a kidding manner and I could tell that Claude's feelings hadn't been hurt even before he said, also in a kidding manner, that maybe all he'd needed was to soak his cock in young pussy juice. Marie laughed low in her throat and said she hoped it didn't hurt my feelings because she wanted to feel her husband's hard cock in her cunt.
"You're a damned good fuck, but I think my wife's just a little better," I said teasingly.
"That's the way you should feel," Marie said. "Right, Carol?"
"Right," Carol said, reaching up and over and patting my cheek. "Isn't it great that we don't feel any jealousy, honey?"
"You'd better believe it," I said, grinning and pulling my stiff prick from Marie's clinging pussy as Claude withdrew from Carol.
Claude and I quickly made the shift and I found it exciting to be fucking my wife while another couple fucked right beside us. I was glad that I still preferred to have my cock in my own wife's snapping pussy and the expression in her eyes told me that she felt the same way about me and my pistoning prick.
It wasn't mentioned then, but at a later time Marie and Claude both expressed similar sentiments about each other. Which is further proof that some people are capable of having sex outside marriage and able to keep the action separated from the different emotion called love.
Marie soon spasmed under Claude's pounding prick and not long afterward Carol's sweet snatch spasmed around my thrusting tool. I wasn't ready to climax, as I wanted to save my load for Marie, so I had to do some concentrating to keep from shooting off while Carol was making it.
After Carol and Marie stopped moving, and they'd discovered they both still had a hard cock buried deep, Marie said that maybe a shift should be made again.
"I'm all for that," Claude said. "It is just a little ridiculous to be fucking my own wife at a time like this."
"I think I have a better idea," I said. "I'm just about ready to shoot my wad. How about you, Claude?"
"Maybe a couple of more minutes," Claude said. "I haven't been this hot in one hell of a long time."
Both our cocks had been left buried to the hilt and we'd both braced on our hands and arms. I said that Marie had expressed the desire to finish me off with her mouth, then added that Carol was a very oral person.
"I guess cocksucking could be called the final test," Carol said. "I haven't sucked a cock other than Jim's since we met."
"I can't say the same thing about Claude and his cock and he knows it," Marie said. "In case you're interested, Carol, I also get a big bang out of lapping a cunt."
"I'm very interested," Carol said. "Jim must've already told that, though. Later I'd like to take on both cocks at the same time. I've never experienced that pleasure with two men. I've sucked a fellow's cock while being banged by a dog, as I'm sure Jim has already told. He told about the dog, at least, and-" Carol let out a little laugh. "-I am rambling on and on, aren't I!"
"I just hope you aren't stalling," Claude said. "If you don't want to go down on me it's okay, Carol. I wouldn't want anything to happen to spoil what we've already enjoyed and I hope to enjoy in the future."
"I think you men are doing most of the stalling," Carol said. "After all, Marie and I can't very well perform fellatio when each hard cock is buried balls deep in a twat. Right, Marie?"
"Right," Marie said.
Claude and I withdrew at the same time and it didn't take long for the four of us to get into position for the thrilling pleasure we all wanted. At first it was a little startling to actually see my lovely young wife going down on another man, but what I'd already observed her doing helped me quickly adjust to the erotic sight. Besides, at the same time my hard and throbbing cock was being just as greedily sucked by Marie and while gripped in the throes of passion nothing else seems to be very important.
I've never been unfortunate enough to experience a letdown feeling after a sexual climax, as I understand is the case with many men-and women-so I was still in high spirits after I shot my load into Marie's mouth and Carol took Claude's load in her mouth. The same was true of Carol, I knew, and with Marie-and I was glad to discover that Claude was just as fortunate. Maybe that's the deciding factor separating the swingers from the non-swingers.
In any case, after our cocks had gone limp in each other's wives' mouths, and they'd gulped down all we had to offer at the moment, Claude and I were both eagerly looking forward to more action. I knew that was true where Claude was concerned because he suggested that Marie and Carol go down on each other while he and I recovered.
Saying that I thought Claude had a good idea, I went on and suggested that we go to the living room where there'd be more space. My main reason for wanting to move was so there'd be plenty of room when we brought Prince into the house, but I don't think Carol and Marie-were thinking about the dog then-and I think they would've willingly gone just about any place where they could sample each other's many charms. And Claude was just as eager to watch an exhibition of lesbianism as our wives were to put the exciting show on.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The living room was large enough not to have to move any furniture. Claude and I sat down on the couch, well away from each other, while Carol and Marie went into each other's arms, pressed their mouths and bodies together, then slipped quite gracefully to the soft and thick carpet.
Carol on top, they didn't spend much time kissing and grinding their cunts together. My wife told me later that she'd been surprised by the small size of Marie's clitoris. She did the swinging around, burying her face in Marie's dark crotch, but Marie quickly grabbed Carol's lovely ass with both hands and buried her face in Carol's blonde crotch. They then rolled over on their sides and went at each other as if cunnilingus might go out of style at any moment and they wanted to get their share before the deadline.
I got a big bang out of watching Claude's reaction to the heated gay action. Almost as big a bang as I did out of observing the bobbing heads and the fingers clutching wriggling asses. Claude kept his gaze fixed upon the two lovely females when he answered my question by saying that he'd never been lucky enough to see such an exciting sight before.
"I think I've spent too much time drunk and drinking, Jim. By damn, I think I could go without a drink from now oq if I could enjoy myself like this on a regular basis. Sex seems to be taking the place of drinking, I mean-does that sound crazy?"
"I don't think so," I said. "Drinking to excess is a form of escape and it's a fact that a person can lose himself in sexual bliss, as you can plainly see by the way Carol and Marie are going at each other."
"I'm even getting another hard-on," Claude said. "That hasn't happened so quickly in one hell of a long time, believe me, and I sure as hell appreciate this opportunity."
"There'll be many more opportunities," I said. "In fact, I think I'll make a phone call later and see if I can get you another hot-ass gal for this evening. Not that I won't bang her, too! If she's home and wants to come she'll probably bring her husband, though."
"I don't mind," Claude said, keeping his eyes on our wives and their mutual greediness. He chuckled and added, "And you can bet your wife's lovely ass Marie won't mind!"
"And you can bet your wife's lovely ass that Carol won't mind," I said, laughing and watching as Carol and Marie had what I figured was at least their third simultaneous climax.
My cock had gotten hard again, but I wasn't in any hurry to use it. Claude's prick was poking stiffly and I almost expected him to hurl himself upon Carol and Marie. But he didn't make a move even after Carol and Marie pulled away from each other, then moved until they were sitting and facing us.
"We should've started something like this long ago," Marie said, smiling, her eyes on her husband's stiff cock.
"I was just telling Jim the same thing," Claude said. "He said he might make a phone call and see if another couple will join us."
"I could call Rita," I said, looking at Carol. "She's the redhead I visited after seeing you with Prince."
"I remember you mentioning her name," Carol said. "Do you think she'll come on such short notice?"
"There's only one way to find out," I said, getting to my feet and walking over to the phone and phone book.
It didn't take long to find Rita's number and she answered on the third ring. I identified myself and she sounded very happy to hear from me. I quickly told her what had happened and why I'd called. She told me to wait a moment and I heard talking in the background. She came back on and told me that Sue and Sue's husband were there and wanted to know if the four of them could come over.
I said that would be fine and gave her the address and the directions. She said they'd be there within an hour. After I replaced the receiver I filled in Rita's part of the conversation, as I'd talked loud enough to be heard by everybody in the room, and Carol said that maybe we should get dressed.
The four of us had a brief discussion and decided not to get dressed. We'd just have to take our clothes off again and we also took into consideration the fact that Rita and Sue and their husbands were undoubtedly more experienced in making the swinging scene than we were.
Since we did have a great deal of time before our guests would arrive I suggested that I go get Prince. The suggestion was greeted with enthusiasm and I put on my robe, found my shoes, and went after the big dog.
When I returned with the German shepherd keeping a firm grip on his leash, Carol was on her back on the carpet and Claude was sucking on one of her breasts and Marie was lavishing her oral attentions upon the other jutting mound. They were also caressing her beautiful golden body with their hands.
Carol's hands weren't idle and she smiled and winked when she met my eyes. I smiled and jokingly said that I hated to interrupt, but that Prince was eager to join the party. As Claude and Marie stopped suckling my wife's spiked titties and sat upright I ordered Prince to sit. He obeyed and Carol asked Marie if she wanted to take Prince on first.
Marie said that she'd rather watch the dog fuck Carol, then laughed nervously and added that she might change her mind about being fucked by the big animal after seeing the exhibition. I told Prince to remain where he was and detached the leash from his collar. Marie and Claude got back out of the way and Carol lifted her knees and spread them far apart.
My wife took over, calling the dog to her, and Prince padded forward and went through his sniffing and lapping routine. His prick was soon thrusting out of its sheath and Marie said something about the organ being bigger than she'd expected.
Claude, his own cock still thrusting stiffly, said that he had seen stray dogs get hung-up while fucking. I said I thought that was because a bitch dog's pussy was tighter and there had to be a waiting period for the knot to go down after the male dog had ejaculated. Carol said a human female didn't have to worry about anything like that, then said the knot in a dog's cock was what made being pronged worthwhile.
"As well as the long and hot wet tongue, of course," Carol added with a little laugh. "Okay, Prince, that's enough lapping. Back off so I can get into position for you to fuck me."
The horny animal stopped lapping Carol's cunt and moved back while she got on her hands and knees. Her words had been mostly for the benefit of the two fascinated onlookers. Prince mounted her, making his usual quick jabs with his erect prick, and Carol reached back between her legs and did the guiding.
The German shepherd started out fucking Carol with his usual swift movements, and I got my usual bang from watching, but I also got a kick out of observing Marie and Claude. They both watched the heated action with obvious excitement, and I was glad Claude didn't lose his hard-on. Marie glanced up at me once, her dark eyes glowing, and said that she was going to take a turn with the dog.
My cock had drooped while going after Prince, and it lifted again, but I decided not to remove my house shoes and robe. I meant to take the dog out of the house after he'd finished fucking Carol and Marie. It did enter my mind that Rita and Sue might bring Sampson as well as their husbands, but I still didn't want to stick my cock into a cunt containing dog jism. Or any other kind of jism, for that matter, as I never did go in for wet-decking.
Carol hunched along with Prince's pistoning prick and I could tell that she spasmed when his hindquarters jerked even more erratically and he shot his wad. He only faltered for a few seconds, as I'd expected him to do, then began pumping again.
Telling Prince to back off, at the same time walking out from under him on her hands and knees, Carol quickly flipped over on her back. The dog was right there, his long tongue lapping Carol's flooded cunt, and Marie made a comment about his cock still being hard.
"He's good for another fast fuck and a spurting finish," I said. "Do you really want to take him on, Marie?"
"If Claude doesn't mind," Marie said.
Claude chuckled. "Hell, honey, we're here to have fun, aren't we? You can suck my cock while the horny animal's putting the blocks to you!"
That's the way they did it. Claude got on his back and Marie suspended herself over him, her mouth inches from the blunt end of his poking tool, her ass hiked high for the penetration. Carol helped Prince mount Marie, making sure that his jabbing prick slipped into the right hole, and Marie moaned as she started hunching along with the dog's pumping pecker.
But she soon took a goodly portion of her husband's big cock into her mouth and began sucking greedily while continuing to move along with Prince's swift thrusts. The dog lasted longer, due to his recent ejaculation in Carol's pussy, and there was no doubt about Marie climaxing when the dog's cock exploded and spurted hot jism into her cunt. Because she jerked her mouth from Claude's stiff prick and loudly proclaimed that fact as she hunched and wriggled like crazy.
"You're right, Carol! The knot is what makes it worthwhile!"
Carol took a grip on Prince's collar and Claude rolled from under Marie. She got out from under the dog, flipped over on her back, and spread her legs. Prince, his red cock creeping back into its furry sheath, went right to Marie's jism-filled cunt without a word from Carol.
After the German shepherd had lapped his second load from Marie's cunt and crotch, with Marie squirming her ass against the carpet and making a comment now and then about how great his big tongue felt on and in her pussy, Carol pulled him away by tugging on his collar.
I attached the leash and said I'd take Prince outside. Carol put out a hand, helped Marie to her feet, and said they'd go take a shower. Claude, his cock still hard, told them to do a good job. Marie told her husband that he could go along and see that they did a good job. He grinned and said that he'd better rest and save his strength for the fun he meant to have with the other two women he hoped would soon arrive.
When I returned from taking Prince to his dog house, my cock once again limber, Claude was sitting on the couch. His cock had also drooped. I went over and snapped the porch light on so as to make the number visible from the street. I then picked a chair near the door. Claude said that if I didn't remove the robe he was going, to cover himself.
Understanding how he felt, I kicked out of my shoes, then stood up and removed the robe. Just as I started to sit back down I saw the lights through the drapes as a car pulled into the driveway. Feeling nervous, as well as a little stupid being naked to greet guests, I stood by and waited for the doorbell to ring.
When the bell did ring, I glanced at Claude, managed a smile, and opened the door a crack to take a peek and made sure it was the foursome we were expecting. I found myself staring into Rita's eyes. She smiled brightly-and the next few minutes have always been a little confused and hazy in my mind.
After the four were inside and the door was closed, I got through the introductions somehow and I do know that Claude had crossed his legs to hide his cock and balls. Rita and Sue helped me adjust to the awkward situation, as did their husbands, and I managed to get the names straight during the handshaking Claude didn't participate in.
Floyd was Rita's husband and Sue's husband was Elvin. Both were good-looking fellows, neatly dressed in sports clothes, and they didn't appear to be the slightest bit disturbed by the fact that their wives were in a room with two naked men.
I volunteered the information that Carol and Marie were taking a shower, then added that they'd just finished having an enjoyable session with our dog, Prince. Claude spoke for the first time by saying that it'd been a first for his wife, then chuckled and said that the whole exciting deal was a first for him.
Everybody except me was sitting by then and I said I felt stupid being naked while everybody except Claude and I had clothes on. Floyd said he could understand that easily enough, stood up, and started removing his clothes. Soon everybody was naked and Claude had uncrossed his legs. His cock was still limp, as was mine, and the other two cocks also remained soft.
I knew that even when they got hard the two cocks couldn't possibly expand into a size to equal mine-or Claude's. Somehow, that knowledge, along with the fact that I'd already sexed it up with the two wives, made me lose most of my nervousness.
I found out later that both men had seven inches when aroused, according to their wives, and Claude's cock was just a fraction over eight inches when hard-also according to his wife.
Carol and Marie entered the living room within a couple of minutes, before there'd been time for a lengthy and possibly uncomfortable silence, and I went through the introduction bit without a hitch.
I was proud of my wife's beautiful golden body and also proud of the way she handled herself. Not that I mean to detract anything from Marie's many charms, of course, and she also handled herself very well. But it was natural for me to be more interested in the way all four pairs of eyes admired my lovely young wife.
After the introductions, and when we were all sitting down, Carol said that even if she happened to be the hostess she needed a little help. She looked at me and I said that even if I happened to be the host I didn't know how to get things started without speaking bluntly and maybe causing feelings to be hurt by making suggestions.
Rita said that it wasn't necessary to do any talking, then proved it by slipping to the carpet and getting on her knees between my legs. The fact that she was closer to me was probably the reason the redhead didn't pick Claude and his cock.
I was very conscious of all eyes being on my cock and Rita's caressing fingers, then there was general movement as temporary partners were picked. Sue got down between Claude's legs and began fondling his cock. Probably because they were more experienced where group sex was concerned, and maybe partly because their wives had started the action first, Floyd got down between Carol's legs and Elvin just about as quickly got into position to go down on Marie.
By then my cock was hard and Rita was sucking the swollen glans while stroking the stiff shaft with one hand and fondling my heavy balls with her other hand. Claude's cock was also hard and Sue was bestowing her lavish oral attentions on the crown while keeping her hands busy on his stiff shaft and big balls.
Enjoying Rita's greedy sucking, safe in the knowledge that I could last and last, I turned most of my attention to Carol and Marie-and to the two heads bobbing between their thighs, of course.
Rita and Sue didn't perform fellatio for very long, and shortly after they lifted their heads Floyd and Elvin did the same. I knew that Carol and Marie hadn't spasmed and I could see that each man had an erection.
When Rita and Sue saw that Floyd and Elvin were changing places, obviously having silently agreed to do so, Rita and Sue did the same. Sue sucked my cock while Rita sucked Claude's and I decided that what was happening was about the best way for everybody to get acquainted in a sexual way.
Elvin lapped Carol to and through an orgasm and Floyd did the same to Marie. Sue stopped sucking my cock and Rita pulled her mouth from Claude's stiff pecker while Elvin and Floyd were getting to their feet. They remained standing before Carol and Marie and Carol leaned forward and sucked Elvin's hard cock while Marie performed fellatio on Floyd.
Claude said that he liked to eat pussy and Rita laughed low in her throat, got on her back on the carpet, parted her legs, and told him to go to it. Claude was down muff-diving in a matter of seconds. I told Sue that I was ready to go down on her and seconds later she was on her back and I was lapping her tasty twat.
By the time I'd lapped Sue to and through a spasmodic release, and lifted my head to take a look, some changes had been made. Claude was fucking Rita, Elvin was pronging Carol, and Floyd was putting the blocks to Marie. I moved in and slipped my hard cock into Sue's hot and juicy cunt.
It wasn't long before Claude said that he'd like to shift over and give it a go with Sue. I didn't mind, and I knew it was okay with Sue and Rita, so we quickly shifted. Just as I started fucking Rita and Claude started pronging Sue, Floyd told Elvin they should shift. Elvin said it was all right with him and I watched as they changed partners.
Things got e little wild after that. All four of us men were Ion lasting studs and all four hot-ass wives were capable partners, each husband taking a turn with each wife at least three times while we were shifting around, and I wondered if the other three husbands had thoughts similar to mine.
I enjoyed myself tremendously while pronging each wife's hot, clinging cunt-and they all had educated inner muscles-but I knew that if I had to settle for one it'd be my lovely young wife and her sweet snatch. I also knew, without having to be told, that Carol felt the same way about me and my cock. I suppose it was the same way with the other three swapping couples, though, because they did live together and they had to have many things other than sex and sexual freedom to make them want to stay married to each other.
I'll admit that swinging and swapping isn't for everybody. It takes a special type of person, male or female, to be able to live such a life without feelings of shame and guilt and jealousy.
An important reason for so many people experiencing such feelings when experimenting with complete sexual freedom is because of the conditioning they've received in our mixed-up society. If there's any secret as to why so many married couples are able to enjoy swapping without mental problems it's the fact that they don't think marriage means that they own each other. They also understand and accept the truth that most humans aren't monogamous either by instinct or by choice.
That first sex party lasted for hours. We weren't sexually active at all times, of course. There was plenty of time for resting and talking, pleasant intervals enjoyed by all, and we had beer as a refreshment now and then. With the exception of Claude. He had soft drinks, happy because he was able to watch us without wanting a beer or anything stronger for himself, and we were all happy for him.
Elvin was the first to ejaculate, while he was fucking Carol, and Floyd climaxed while screwing Marie shortly afterward. Carol and Marie went to the bathroom and Elvin and Floyd watched as Rita sucked my cock and Sue sucked Claude's prick. Claude and I were both trying to shoot off-we weren't trying to hold back, at least-and Rita and Sue finally changed places.
They sucked until their jaws got tired and while they were taking a rest Carol and Marie returned. Marie said that Carol had been wanting to enjoy two hard and spurting cocks at the same time and suggested that Claude and I give my wife pleasure in that manner.
Rita and Sue had no objections, nor did Claude and I, but Carol said she didn't want to be too greedy. It didn't take much talking to get my sexy young wife to agree, though.
I was getting close to the point of no return, and I figured I could last longer fucking than while being sucked, so I told Claude that if it was all right with him Carol could give him a blow-job. He liked the idea, Carol said it didn't make all that much difference to her, and we made the threesome scene in that manner.
With Claude on his back, Carol sucking his big cock and her beautiful butt hiked high, I fucked her dog fashion until she spasmed. Claude then announced that he was just about to ejaculate. I'd been fighting like hell to keep from spurting my stuff so I told him to let me know when he was ready. He said he was ready right then.
Carol had heard our remarks. She started sucking Claude's cock even more greedily and I really began to slam the hard meat to her. The three of us climaxed at the same time and a little later Carol said that it'd really been a glorious experience. I was glad she'd been able to add that much more happiness to her life. Because, as many people say, life is short and a person should grab all the happiness possible.
The wives engaged in lesbianism while waiting for us men to recover. Then, while the wives were resting after enjoying the gay sexual pleasures, Rita said that Sampson was in the car. I said I'd slip my robe on and go get the German shepherd.
Meeting my eyes and smiling, Carol said that she was loving her understanding husband more and more all the time. I believed her, of course, as I could have said the same thing about loving her more all the time. But I didn't say anything. I just returned her smile and proved how I felt by going after the horny dog.
