KENNETH WALKER AND PETER FLETCHER WRITE IN SEX AND Society: "Sexual desire in man is rooted in his need for love, or freedom from psychic solitude, and is not merely a physical hunger. Love is a modification of hunger; it is the quest for a satisfaction derived from relation to a not-self instead of, as in the case of hunger, the heaping up of power after power into oneself. To love a thing you must think of it, in the first place, as something other than yourself ... Love impels us to search, not for an unknown something to consume or enjoy, but for an unknown someone with whom we can hope to establish a reciprocal, and therefore completely human, relationship."
Frantically seeking the love her husband refused to give her, Diane had sex with Carl, who came too quickly; with Terri and Sally, who left her still wanting; and with Ed, who gave her thrills, but no love.
CHAPTER ONE
"WHAT'S THE MATTER, HONEY?" I ASKED my best girl friend and neighbor, Sally Upton.
It was Thursday morning, and we were having coffee at my breakfast nook. The sun was shining; it was a very beautiful day. I had all my housework done.
Sally looked somewhat beat, all right, or I wouldn't have asked the question. I had noticed a change in her lately, and it puzzled me. She's slender and leggy, very pretty with dark, wavy hair, full mouth and big brown eyes.
She put her cup down and wouldn't meet my gaze. "It's a kind of sensitive subject," she said, a faint flush on her throat.
I'm Diane Summers, my main claim to beauty being a full, rounded figure. John, my hubby, says I have a sensual mouth and come-hither eyes, but actually I'm overweight. I always envied gals like Sally who had lithe lines, firm contours. In almost any kind of clothes she looked sexy.
"You and Ed have a fight?" I inquired.
"No ... "
"Well, tell me, if it'll help, honey."
She sipped more coffee and lit a cigarette. I didn't smoke. Her flushed deepened.
"I'm just not ... satisfying Ed, Diane."
"You mean...? "
"I know, it's an awful thing for a young wife to admit. But he's just after me all the time ... and then about all I can do is pretend."
I was really surprised. Ed was a truck driver who didn't get out of Layton much; he was home almost every night. He did have a dark, intense way about him. He looked extremely virile, and evidently he was!
"Don't you enjoy doing it, sometimes?" I asked, laughing. I have a fairly good sense of humor, people say.
She flushed again. "If it was two or three times a week ... But gosh-nearly every night, and then he comes home for nooners..."
I shivered. If only John were that way! I was lucky to have my fun twice a week. And I'll be honest and say it wasn't nearly enough. I kept hoping things would improve. I was just twenty-three and I felt I should be really enjoying married life before we started thinking about a family. Of course, that wouldn't end it, but now was when a girl expected to get lots of loving, during the first two or three years of marriage. All kinds of nice opportunities.
How ironic, I thought. Why couldn't I have found a man like Ed? The idea of nooners thrilled me so much I felt a twinge of desire between my thighs. John hadn't touched me since Monday night; I was simply burning up for some nookie. The way he did it kind of exasperated me, too.
When we were going together I loved the way he went about it-lots of kissing and tittie fondling and pussy tickling. I'd have maybe a couple of lovely orgasms before we got down to business. But the business never lasted long enough! He seemed to think it was kind of animalistic.
He seemed to enjoy going off in my hand as much as in my you-know-what. Of course, I thought that after we were married, he would change. But he didn't. Mind you, I still loved the playing around, but I expected a lot of good virile pumping and a riotous mutual climax.
So far, I had got so little actual penis in my pussy I was simply dying for a good, robust lay. And twice a week was simply not enough, even the way he liked to do it. I was falling back into my old single-girl habit of masturbating, which is a real let-down for a young, healthy married gal. I had even thought about getting some on the side.
But I'm not the kind of broad many guys go for plump and round-faced and pretty much on the shy side when it comes to sex. I hadn't had many lays before John came along.
"I wish I knew what to tell you, honey," I said, finally.
She sighed. "If I don't give him enough ... you know, he might start chasing around. I do care for him, a lot."
Since we were being frank, I decided to carry on with it. "There are other ways to please a man."
She flushed. "Oh, I know it. But he-likes it old-fashioned. He thinks he isn't a real man if he doesn't ... you know, have his fun, inside."
My crotch was itching, believe me. And my big, sensitive titties were beginning to tingle. After she left I knew I'd have to have a come.
She took a deep breath, her dark eyes appealing. "Diane, we're real good friends, aren't we?"
"Of course!"
I realized something was on her mind. I stood up and walked to the kitchen range, returning with the coffee pot. I refilled the cups, my hands a bit trembling. We had never talked so frankly about intimate matters. I liked Sally very much. She had broadened my range of interests; she had even gotten me into a bathing suit, which I had avoided for years, and sometimes we went down to one of the small beaches for a swim. She had encouraged me to do some dieting, and I had lost a roll of fat around my waist.
She and Ed were from the Seattle area, had lived in Layton only about a year. I was the native, having grown up in a small town nearby, and I was pretty naive, really. Sally had been around quite a lot before her marriage, and with her looks, it was no wonder.
"I know this might sound kind of crazy, Diane, but I need help. Would you consider letting Ed date you?"
A hot flush ran down my body. I was flabbergasted.
"What're you saying?" I stammered.
"Well, I'd rather have him with someone I know than catting around ... somewhere else!"
"Are things that desperate?"
"Yes, honey, they are! He knows I'm pretending part of the time, and that's awful on a man's ego. I know a girl down at the company office has been hanging on his tail; it's just a matter of time and he'll be cheating with somebody."
"But ... Ed surely doesn't like me ... that well!" I protested.
She smiled. "That's what you think, honey. And I keep getting this idea that John isn't treating you right. Right?"
I flushed. I hated to admit we weren't ideally suited. But since Sally had been so frank with me, I decided it was no more than fair to confide in her. As for her asking me to "help her out," asking me to commit adultery-I would have to think about that!
I managed a dry laugh. It didn't come out funny, though. "I guess you've hit it on the head, Sally. Twice a week is all I get." I was suddenly bitter. "And then it isn't the way it should be!"
Her eyes opened wide. "How do you mean, honey?"
Oh, it was awful to downgrade my husband, but I was getting tired of his little-boy ways. Maybe I was nearly as desperate as Sally and wouldn't admit it, even to myself. Talking this way seemed to pinpoint my frustrations. I drank some coffee. Her glance was coaxing.
"Come on. You can tell me. I gave you all the lurid details about Ed."
I nodded. "Well, he plays around and plays around, and then he hardly ever ... puts it in where it belongs!"
She shook her head. "I guess we got the wrong men, honey! I wish Ed would play around more. He rushes. He expects me to turn hot in just a moment!"
Sally lit another cigarette. "Two or three times a week, with the right kind of buildup, you know, would be real dreamy for me. Oh, hell! I guess I shouldn't have shocked you by asking ... "
I was rolling the idea around in my mind, but already my body was responding. Ed looked sexy, he was more handsome than John. He had a strong, muscular body. John was a bit soft, working inside all the time, at the Rexall Drug Store. As a druggist he made good money; I couldn't yell about that.
"I haven't said no yet," I laughed.
She brightened. "Look, honey-why don't we go out tomorrow night, the four of us, and go dancing or have a moonlight picnic ... and see what happens."
"You mean, swap?"
"Well, I know it's going on. I heard about a group right here in town, with four couples. I don't think I could do that-but with someone I knew, like you ... I've seen John looking at me."
"You're so pretty, it's no wonder," I said.
"Oh, cut it out!" Her eyes fastened on my well-filled blouse. "You have me whipped all hollow in the tittie department!"
We giggled.
A rather strange sensation came over me, then. Our intimacy bred something else; I found myself admiring her figure more than I really should, as a girl. She wore pink shorts and halter, which she often did in warm weather, and very obviously our conversation had stimulated her, too. Her nipples stood out against the clingy, stretchy fabric.
Was my sex hunger giving me oddball thoughts? Would I like to have her kiss me-and play with my titties?
I shook the idea away. Wanting a man, someone else's hubby, was bad enough, without considering a Lesbian relationship.
I jerked my eyes from her pouty breasts, afraid I was flushing. Her eyes seemed to read me, though. She had had more experience that I had. Had she ever, with another girl?
"Why are you blushing, honey?" Sally murmured.
"Thinking about Ed, I guess."
She laughed. "I might drop a little hint ... If you get too blue and frustrated, maybe I could help."
Suddenly I heard the postman at the front door, and I was glad for a breather. I left the table and went out to get the mail, aware of a sweet burning in my pussy. I needed it real bad; and when she left I would have it.
As luck would have it, a plainly wrapped package came that I had been expecting, and I hid it under the rest of the mail in the living room. I had seen the ad in a confession magazine at the nearby supermarket. I don't usually read those mushy publications, preferring a good romantic novel, but this advertisement had caught my attention.
It was called a cordless massager, and it showed a model pressing it to her neck and thigh, supposedly for nerve-calming relief. Well, it didn't take much imagination to realize the real purpose, because it was shaped just like a penis! Easily cleaned and gentle on underlying feminine tissue. It was a good seven inches long. Built-in batteries made it vibrate.
I was dying to try it, but I hurried back into the kitchen to finish the visit with Sally. The suggestion of hers, about helping me out, needed some explaining-or did it?
Once we got the talk rolling again, I said, "But if Ed poops you out all the time, wouldn't it bother you if we ... experimented?"
She giggled. "I'll be real frank, Diane. With the right girl, it's so much different. I enjoy it!"
What a conversation!
"I'd have to think about that," I said, starting to overcome my innate shyness. "I never have..."
"No kidding? Where did you go to school, anyway?"
"Oh, I've told you, in a small town."
She was watching my blouse again-and I didn't resent it. There was something between us that had never been there before. Maybe she had thought of it, but I certainly hadn't. I was rather flattered.
"Well, I haven't since we moved here," she smiled.
"I was hoping we could talk about things, you know. Several times I was going to make a pass, but I didn't want to shock you."
I laughed. "I guess nothing would shock me now!"
"Some afternoon we'll have a few drinks and let our hair down, huh?"
"I'll see," I said, feeling her attraction. I had read a book recently about a Lesbian situation, and it had interested me. As the saying goes, little did I suspect my best friend was that way.
"Now, don't think I like men any less, honey," she went on, as if reading my mind. "You know how it is when you first start dating, and you get so worked up. This girl used to stay all night after we'd double-date and she showed me how."
"I think we'd better change the subject," I said, my hands restless. I was just burning.
She glanced out of the window and put down her cup. "Oh, there's Ed now. He must have gotten off early for lunch."
She stood up, revealing her slender beauty. She winked. "Today I might not mind a nooner!"
"You're awful," I said, burning with envy.
A moment later she was gone. I watched her walk across the stretch of lawn between the houses, the twitch of her sculptured rump in her tight-fitting shorts. She looked so utterly sexy and appealing I wondered if she wasn't putting me on a little about herself and Ed. Maybe this was just an excuse to swap.
If the boys were willing, we were going out the next evening. That was set, but the rest I wasn't too sure about. Sally said she would handle it.
I felt a strong urge to slip over there, next door, and find out if Ed really would want a nooner. But it was broad daylight, and spying wasn't nice. Maybe she would tell me, later.
I wish John could come home, right now, I thought. I'm dying for it!
I left the kitchen, found my package in the living room and took it into the bedroom. Fingers shaking, I unwrapped it. My panties were moist, my titties itched. All kinds of new, erotic fancies were swarming in my head. The massager was just like the pictures in the advertisement. The end sloped up a little, like a real prick.
Quickly I took off my blouse and skirt, then my bra and panties. I seldom wore slips around the house. I sat on the edge of the bed and held my big, sloping titties in my hands. My dark nipples were way out, very tender. Caressing them made me shiver.
Excitedly I picked up the massager and turned on the power. I held it against my naked thigh, and the vibrations tickled. Was I so desperate that I had to use a thing? There was something shameful about the whole business. A married girl should save her loving for her husband.
I spread my thighs and touched the dildo to my pussy. Was Ed over there now, running his hands over Sally's body, kissing her nipples? Maybe he already had it in. Mmmmm, the sensations in my cunt were delectable!
I pressed the pink head on my clitoris, and a shower of erotic sparks flew through my loins. Gosh, this was something! Ordinarily, I would have had to play around with myself awhile to get moist, but not today. I was slick with need. The conversation with Sally had been most provocative.
Crawling to the middle of the bed, sprawling my heavy thighs wide apart, toying with my tingly nipples with my left hand. I started the vibrator into my pussy.
Ohhh-it was wonderful! I turned the power off; I didn't want to come too soon. I needed a nice long session of thrills, first. You might think I was lewd and awful to be this way, but what else was there? The idea of cheating still bothered me. But wasn't I already cheating, having to masturbate?
I closed my eyes and worked the pink dandy in and out of my cunt. Ohhh, if only John would do that, give me lots of virile thrusts, go deep. I tried holding it still and bucking my hips. Mmmmmm mmm--delicious. I started to pant; my titties were firming, my nipples enlarged even more. I needed a good bed-shaking, teeth-rattling screw. Might as well admit it.
And why not imagine that Ed was giving me his shaft? The idea was very thrilling. The way I felt now I was eager to swap! I paused, glorying in the suspense. The juicy tremors in my pelvis were extremely gratifying, feeding my hunger.
A little more now. I made the bed squeak with a burst of hunches. I moaned and squirmed. I was always rather bashful about letting go completely with John. Call it what you will, but he seemed to think any great display of sexual enthusiasm was unwifely.
And, strange as it my seen, he had never kissed me between the legs. In fact, no one ever had. And I was always too backward to suggest putting my mouth on his prick, as much as I would have liked to. Evidently he considered this too animalistic, also.
A lot of things we hadn't done-like letting me top-ride. I knew Sally did, she had told me that much. I imagined it would be real fun. Since I had lost some weight, I liked to be active.
I had to have it, now. I imagined Ed was panting and his cock swelling as he gave me the long, deep strokes. My left hand went frantic on my titties, my pussy began to tingle and throb voluptuously. I turned on the power.
Sweet shudders gripped me. I let out a cry of delight. I bucked and strained and finally the heaven rolled through my loins, beat after delicious beat. Ohhhh, I was having a real dandy! I jazzed the dildo in hard and fast. My cove couldn't vibrate as fast as the object, but the sensations were simply delish!
I rested, leaving the pink prick in deep. When the last tremors faded I shut the power off. I remained there for a long time, knowing that sweet relief following a nice, hard come. Ohhh, I loved that thing.
But when I opened my eyes and saw it coming out of my cunt, a kind of sickness went through me. Having my fun alone, again. The bashful young housewife using artificial stimulations. I was ashamed. I was more ashamed than if I had used my fingers.
I usually had a let-down after playing with myself; I would feel better after a while. When I recovered I went over in front of the dressing table mirror and looked at my image. Would Ed really go for an hourglass figure after having a pretty wife around all the time?
I turned away, cleaned myself up in the bathroom and cleaned the dildo, hiding it away back in a vanity drawer. I didn't want John finding the thing. It was my very own secret.
The minute John came through the back door at five-thirty and kissed me, I knew he wanted a little. His mouth burrowed slightly and he squeezed me more tightly then usual. Well, this might be a red-letter day, after all.
After several days of nothing I could stand quite a lot of loving, even his way. I opened for his tongue, and it came wiggling into my mouth. He was very good at the preliminary stages. I softened and drank in the sensations. I pressed myself close, hoping for a few tittie squeezes. I didn't get them. He invariably waited until later, after dinner, along about eight o'clock.
"Well, you look bright-eyed," he said, holding me at arm's length.
I remembered how long I had to wait, and I had to say something. "It's been days and days, honey."
He frowned slightly. "I know. What's for dinner, anyway?"
I could have kicked him. Why couldn't we vary the routine? Why couldn't he fool around with me now, before dinner?
I watched him wander into the living room, and I was seeing him in a different perspective. He was selfish, really. I had read about men who satisfied their wives even though they couldn't join in. I always had to wait and wait till he wanted some.
I was no prize beauty, as far as that went, but he had married me. It had started when I had gotten a job in the Owl Drug Store, where he worked. I found out right away he was single, and being twenty-one at the time, with no steady boy friends, I had begun a modest campaign.
On our second date, at a drive-in movie, I let him get inside my sweater and undo my bra. His gentle touches and long, hot kisses indicated I had latched onto a real tiger. Just before the end of the first feature I reached a lovely climax, and after intermission, he opened his trousers and let me fondle his pecker. His adequate size thrilled me. He played with my legs some more and got in my panties and toyed with my titties and I had another peak. He caught his stuff in his handkerchief.
A month later I had a ring. We hadn't been in bed, yet. I was willing to go to a motel or most any place, but he seemed to be content with parking or going to more drive-in movies.
The real truth about him didn't dawn on me until the wedding night. We went on a trip up north, to one of the Idaho lakes, and that evening we were finally in a motel together. I was ecstatic. I had a reasonably virile hubby, not handsome but doing well at his work. I was just aching to have his prick in me.
Well, we turned the lights down and undressed, and got in bed. I wore a real thin shortie nightie, so he wouldn't have any trouble finding my sensitive places.
Well, he kissed me and told me how wonderful I was, and everything was building up very nicely, with his hand on my legs and pussy and his mouth on my nipples, and my hand holding his pecker. It was so good to be in a bed, at last. Any minute I expected him to climb on and take me; I was just dying for it.
I couldn't wait any longer; I had a wonderful come.
Then he kept playing with me some more, and I could tell he was getting real eager, and you know what? He started to come, and he reared up over me and I was coming again, too. He just barely touched my cunt with his prick and we both went off. He rolled away on the side, breathing hard, leaving me all messy between the legs.
I was reminded of a bull that my uncle had had to get rid of. He always waited too long, and when he came up over the cow he spurted before making the connection.
Later, he apologized; he said he had a kind of thing about doing it old-fashioned, and hoped I would help him overcome it and would try to understand.
Well, I was in a generous mood. He would do better next time. My two orgasms had been lovely, even though I still ached to take him in.
The next morning he tried to do it-I mean slide his prick in, and it went limp! He was real upset about it. I told him he would be all right soon. It took a long time to make him stiff again, though, and we ended up like the night before, only worse. He didn't even try to get above me. I just jacked him off, and he tickled me off.
The next night I began to realize he wasn't as virile as he looked. He said he was kind of upset, and didn't even try. We had a good trip, though. A lot of sightseeing and boating. I was happy.
CHAPTER TWO
BY EIGHT O'CLOCK I WAS ON PINS AND needles. He had watched one of his favorite TV programs, looking at a news magazine during the commercials. He stood up and stretched and went into the bedroom. He always undressed first. I picked up the magazine, started to put it in the magazine rack. Another publication that had evidently been drawing most of his attention-seeing that it was a girlie piece-was neatly in the center fold of the news magazine.
I looked at it, frowning. All kinds of nearly-nude models were pictured there, in various provocative poses. I didn't know he even bought such books! Did he need this kind of stimulation on the nights he played around with me? Was I that unattractive?
I realized, of course, that most men enjoyed nudie books, but why was John so secretive about it? Sounded like a little-boy trick, making me think he was catching up on world events, and just before he had decided to give me a treat.
For a moment I almost hated him. I wouldn't have cared if he had girlie magazines around openly, as many husbands did. Some wives found them interesting, too. I often glanced over the men's section of magazines at the supermarket, realizing now, after that revealing conversation with Pally, that I found some of the models physically appealing. I had always considered this quirk just idle curiosity.
And I noticed that recently many of the models weren't so skinny, a few being nearly as plump as I was. Anyway, I had titties as large as the best of them, and I didn't sag, either. But I didn't look glamorous, and never would.
I placed the girlie magazine back inside the news publication and slid them into the rack. Let him have his little sexy secrets! I had one, too. If he wouldn't give me the deep thrusts I craved, I now had a way of getting them. I'd show him a thing or two.
In a few moments I brightened. After all, tonight was the night. Maybe I could coax him into a new variation. Maybe a little boldness on my part would help the cause.
John came out of the bedroom just about on schedule, wearing his summer-weight robe, and of course, pajamas. Why couldn't he be naked underneath just once?
"Be out in a minute, honey," I said, cheerfully, heading for the boudoir. He smiled and winked.
I didn't close the bedroom door entirely. I wanted to see if he'd dig out that girlie magazine while I changed. I undressed quickly, putting on my standard attire for the occasion-a rather sheer pink wrapper and matching lace-bordered panties. I brushed my hair and freshened my make-up, dabbing cologne here and there.
I peeked out into the living room. He was on the sofa, where we always started, and he was reading something. I couldn't tell what. Ten to one he had that girlie thing again.
Part of my job was to set the stage, leave one lamp burning beside the bed, see that the drapes were pulled. I stepped into the bathroom and performed certain intimate duties that would keep me fresh and dainty.
I came out more quietly than usual, and he closed the magazine. It was the same pair, but of course he hid the girlie bit and this time placed them in the rack himself. I swung around the end of the sofa. One lamp glowed here, too. Made a rather cozy setting for dalliance, at that.
He looked me up and down and smiled. My titties pushed the wrapper way out in front, naturally, and his eyes fastened there. I will say this for John, he was a real boobie man, and I always enjoyed that part of it. I sat down at his left, of course. The wrapper enhanced the contours of my thighs, my breasts. And the frilly panty did things for my pussy and hips.
"Have an interesting day, honey?" he murmured, sliding his left arm around my shoulders. It was a pat question, and I was supposed to say something about what I'd done around the house. I decided to change things slightly.
"Yes, I did," I answered. "Sally was over and we had a very interesting conversation."
He breathed on my throat and opened the wrapper at my breasts. I knew he liked to look at Sally; all men did. He showed some interest.
"What'd you talk about?"
"Sex."
"Really? Do young married girls compare notes?"
I laughed. "It was just general."
His right hand moved in on my titties; he ran his fingers down the slopes, in between and then underneath, hefting each one gently, lingeringly.
"I suppose Sally and Ed do it old-fashioned."
I was surprised that he would mention it so clearly. Generally he didn't talk much when he was playing with my body.
"Evidently," I answered, enjoying the awakening tingles of desire. Even if what he was doing was routine, I still liked to have my boobies fondled. As I said before, he was very good in this department.
He might be very surprised if he knew just what we had talked about. He considered me more naive than I actually was, even though I had grown up in a small town. I read a lot. I might be lacking in experience, but I was no cloistered virgin.
As he teased my nipples and kissed me under the ear, I began to wonder just how it would be, with Sally. I liked her. If we shared a deep secret, had a little fun when the men were at work ... I knew now I had admired her looks and figure for a long time. Rather enviously, of course.
I had to do something. These prolonged teasing sessions were nice, but they didn't satisfy me fully. A girl wanted to get screwed!
I decided I would be just a shade bolder than usual. Ordinarily he didn't let me see his prick or play with it until he had tickled me for a long, long time. I arched my titties out further, giggling a little, and reached over where the folds of his robe showed his cock standing up. He stirred, but kept on feeling my titties, working around on my nipples, nibbling at my mouth.
Reaching inside his robe, I found his pajamas open, and closed my fingers around his shaft. He was hard. After so many days, he should be!
It was lovely to hold a real live cock after all my waiting. I was starved for it. It wasn't fair, making me to without anything except a few pats and kisses for days on end. Delicious tremors ran up my arm to my firming, tender nipples. My pussy was getting moist, too. But he wouldn't be down there for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, at the most.
I looked eagerly down at his prick and drew the foreskin back from the pink, swollen knob. Ohhh, I wanted to take it in my mouth!
I spread my thighs and made a slow coital lift. I wasn't too far from my first come. He generally teased me to a couple of peaks before he brought his cock even near my pussy. His hand left my titties and he drew my fingers away from his prick.
"Don't you want to make it last, honey?" he murmured.
I almost turned off, but the anticipation was too keen. He didn't want me fondling him-yet. What a silly way to make love! It was always almost, but not quite. I decided I would have some words with him later; right now I needed my pleasure.
At last he kissed me on the mouth, and his tongue slid inside. His hand went down my belly and started across it, along my parted thighs. The thrills were starting. I sucked his tongue and shivered and curled my rump higher. He teased the tender inner planes of my thighs, close to my panties. Ohhh, things were getting better! I combed my fingers through his thick brown hair, his mouth came away and I began panting.
I shuddered as the sweet twinges started in my pussy and spread up to my titties. He kissed a nipple and inched his fingers inside my panties. I moaned and gasped and my hunger for manly touches suddenly exploded in a surge of shaky, voluptuous throbbing.
His hand pressed my pussy just as I went off. I lurched against it, my boobies quaking, as they always did. I cried out.
What I had done earlier in the day hadn't taken any edge off my fervor. I think it made my shivers better! At least I had had something in my cunt when I hit the top and sailed over.
His mouth lifted from my nipple and he patted my wet pussy. He appeared to take a lot of pride in the fact that he could tease me to a climax. And he had barely grazed my clit.
"Was that good for you, honey?" he whispered.
"Yes." Sugary nutters continued to circle in my loins. How many times had we said these same words? I took off for the bathroom to clean up a bit; I have a lot of coital flow when I'm hot. He wanted everything just so.
When I came out he was still on the sofa, as usual. He would give me another come there, and then we'd go to the bedroom for his finish. Oh, if he would only vary the routine a little. However, I needed more, much more, and I returned to the same spot.
He was some sort of a panty fetishist; he never cared to take them off until right at the end, and then he wouldn't look at my pussy. I don't have much pubic hair; I had no idea why he didn't like to see me there. Was it because all the girlie pictures were that way, with no hair showing?
He began again, his hand inside my panties, his mouth on my nipples. This time he would fondle my clitoris, which he did skillfully. My titties responded, my cunt tingled, and pretty soon I was riding high again, quaking, ready for my second thrill. He wouldn't even put his finger in my pussy, which I would have loved. Clit and titties. But I took it, and right when I hit my heaven, he let his prick out, and this time I held it with no protest. I had another gaspy crest.
After a rest we went into the bedroom. We sank down and assumed the usual position, my left thigh over him, my hand on his pecker, which was pushed up close to my cunt. I began to play his prick along my crevice. The ache to take him inside was almost overwhelming. If I did he would lose his hard-on. So we continued with the kid stuff, while he sucked my nipples and caressed my hips and thighs.
One thing about it, I could gauge the tempo of the last one. Play around, then wait; play around and wait. He nudged a trifle closer, and I curved my rump inward. I could tease the head of his cock anywhere on my puss, my panties still on, but pushed low enough to permit me to operate.
I made it last quite a while. Finally, my panties had to come off. I always did that, while he kept his attention elsewhere. Now, there was more freedom. I was burning for the finale. His breathing quickened. His hips worked. Hearing a man pant always fires me up.
Ohhh, I was nearly there! A few sensuous sweeps of his prick head along my moistened twat, then a quick burst of shakes against my clit-and he gasped. I gasped. I felt his prick swell and then he was spurting his juice onto my pussy, into the crack, and my rump shimmied as I shuddered out my joy.
Immediately he drew away, resting flat on his back, cock still half-hard, stuff dripping down it, while I worked my hips and had the last thrills I would get from his association that night. He was through with me. No after-caresses or cozy attention. He had used me again.
I wondered which girlie had been in his thoughts when he climaxed. The redhead, with legs sprawled apart, or maybe the blonde in the fold-out, her tits arched forward, rump curved backward as if she were ready for a dog-fashion entrance.
Well, that was the way we did it-sometimes only once a week. It seemed to take him about two days to recover from an orgasm, then another day to think about it.
I turned away from, wiping his juice off my legs and pussy; he didn't care to watch me do that, either.
I bit my lip to keep from saying harsh, cruel words. Nearly two years of his namby-pamby stuff. And when I stopped taking pills, and began thinking about a family, how would I ever become pregnant?
As I left the bed and went to the bathroom again, I couldn't look at him. I had never been so close to despising him. He was weak. I found myself looking forward to the following evening. If Sally could manage a swap, she might be sorely disappointed!
CHAPTER THREE
"THIS IS A KEEN SPOT, HUH?" SALLY RE-marked, gazing toward the crowded dance floor of The Barn, a new roadhouse on the outskirts of Layton. The lights were low, and two young go-go girls performed on platforms at each side of the big juke box. Colored spotlights played on them, and their flesh-colored tights and bras left the impression that they were completely naked. Topless shows were out.
The four of us sat at a small table in semidarkness, a bottle of wine being already halfway gone. Ed sat at my left, John on my right, with Sally across from me. Sally had talked me into wearing a tight blouse and an almost-mini skirt; her clothes were the same, but naturally she looked very pretty and sexy in hers. I had the feeling of being overly exposed. We had all gone casual, since it was that kind of night spot.
So, we had a minimum of clothing-no hose or garter belts, just bras and panties underneath. The boys wore sport shirts and slacks. Ever since Ed and Sally had dropped over for a drink, about eight o'clock, Ed had been very attentive.
I was flattered. What could he see in me when he had such a decorative young wife? Had Sally given him the hint about a possible swap? I was shivery with excitement!
I found myself watching the go-go girls with more interest than I cared to admit. Such ripe, young bodies, and their hip movements were extremely provocative.
"You'd look good up there, honey," I said to Sally.
She laughed and John nodded. "Boy, you sure would."
"She gives me a little show at home once in a while," Ed chuckled. He glanced at me, his gaze lingering on the jut of my titties where the blouse hugged them. I seldom wore anything so revealing. "You give John a few wiggles in the bedroom?"
Sally giggled, and then all three laughed. "Honey, the things you say!" Sally exclaimed.
"Slip of the lip," Ed smiled. "I meant a wiggle show."
I was flushing, but the dim lighting wouldn't show it. "I'm not built like Sally."
"Quit downgrading yourself, Diane," Ed said. "You've got plenty of curves."
I thanked him with my eyes.
"Oh, let's dance!" Sally laughed, catching John's hand. I could tell he was extremely pleased with the situation. On the drive out to the joint, she had flirted with him, although she had been in the front seat beside Ed, who had driven. Their car was newer than ours, a nice Chevy sedan.
I wasn't nearly as jealous as I had expected, watching Sally and John move to the dance floor. I didn't have long to observe them, however, because Ed touched my arm and nodded at the pack of dancers. I felt a flutter of real excitement.
We had never even held hands, much less danced together, and immediately I was sharply aware of his agile strength, his aura of virility. His deep tan added to his appeal; he was handsome and straightforward.
"Neat," he murmured, tightening his arm around my waist. It was a slow tune, and people were so thick on the floor it seemed natural for me to let my body press close to his. A sweet shiver ran across my loins.
Our cheeks were not touching; his very definite male odor, extremely pleasant, the feel of his narrow hips on my tummy and thighs, kited my interest. My big, thrusty breasts nudged his shirt front thrillingly.
"You're a very appealing girl, Diane," he whispered.
"Oh, stop it!" I laughed. But what wonderful words. John was so stingy with compliments, and stingy with his loving. We were in a rut after only two years of marriage.
The wine was singing in my veins. "Aren't I just a bit huge?"
He squeezed me closer. "Hell, no. I'm sure glad you gals thought of this." He breathed in my ear. "You're terrific, up here." He swelled his chest out against my titties. A delicious thrill warmed my whole body. My nipples wre rising and tingling. I had worn my sheerest bra. I had had my hair done that afternoon, and I had used more make-up than I generally do. Ed made me feel deliciously feminine.
The night before hadn't slaked my hungers. Just the mere idea that he liked it old-fashioned made me shiver. I knew already I was willing to swap. I might feel awful later, feel guilty, but tonight I hoped it happened! To put it very frankly I hadn't had a prick in my pussy since long before our marriage. It wasn't fair! Why did healthy young girls get married, anyway?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sally practically wrapped around John, and he wasn't backing away, believe me. Hadn't she said she enjoyed a lot of playing around, which Ed didn't give her? Well, I like that, too, but I was dying for a real virile screwing! If I'd been happy and satisfied at home, I wouldn't have had such crazy ideas.
I curved my hips inward, and I felt Ed's instant reaction. He nipped at my ear lobe and pressed his loins in close. No one could see us, actually. Other couples were plastered together, and some were even kissing. Occasional girlish laughter indicated most of the dancers were having fun. I was aware of a definite hardness pressing on my girl-mound. Ed was becoming aroused.
The mere idea that I was sexy enough to excite him was delectable. And he did like my big titties. Spicy tingles ran through my pelvic region. I trembled.
"Say, we're getting along swell!" Ed murmured in my ear.
"I guess we are," I answered.
The tune ended much too soon, and Ed gave me a hard, parting squeeze. My pussy was moist already. The wine and the soft lights, the go-go dancers, his nearness all were putting me in a delightful mood.
I did need a breather, though. Back at the table again, Ed poured more wine in my glass, winking. Sally and John looked pleased with themselves. I was positive their knees were touching under the table.
I had to admit I was growing more curious about John every moment. He was going for Sally in a big way. But considering that he had had his fun the night before, how could he function with Sally-if things went that far?
Did he have a sweetheart somewhere? Did that explain his once or twice a week weakness? Or, more possibly, I didn't excite him enough, as someone like Sally would.
The possibility of divorcing him entered my mind for the first time. I was still young; I could find somebody normal. I liked our house, though. I liked the state of marriage, and John wasn't all bad. He adored my cooking. I was a good housekeeper. Oh, hell!
Sally picked up her handbag and nodded in the direction of the ladies' room. I followed her, unable to ignore the twitch of her shapely rump, which she appeared to exaggerate in public. Several men at nearby tables stared at her.
The rest-room was rather noisy, but we found a spot at the far end where we could sit down and talk. I didn't have to go to the pottie, and apparently she didn't either.
"Well, how do you like Ed, honey?"
I felt my cheeks turn warm. "He's a smooth dancer."
"Oh, come on!" she teased. "You look flushed."
"He said he ... liked me," I stammered.
"I told you that, silly. Look, when we leave here and go out to the car, why don't you get in front with Ed? I'll manage it. I know the boys are willing."
I shivered. I wanted to. But could I, really? Dancing with Ed was much different than actually trading. Wouldn't it be more sensible to have a serious talk with John and, if he didn't change his ways, get a divorce?
"Or, I can drive and you and Ed can have the back seat. How would that be?"
I took a deep breath. "Whichever way you like."
"Swell!" she giggled. "We can go to our place and have a few more drinks and see what happens, huh?"
I nodded. My hands were shaky on my purse. We got busy checking make-up. I saw her eyes, via the mirror, linger on my titties. She winked and leaned nearer, murmuring in my ear.
"Ed-likes those, doesn't he, honey?"
"Oh, stop it!" I protested, but I was blushing.
We were going to trade. That kept hammering through my mind. My big brown eyes seemed to have a brightness tonight, but surely it was caused by the wine. I wasn't used to drinking. We didn't even have beer in the refrigerator at home. John, being a druggist, called alcohol a poison, but he was drinking just as much wine as anybody.
My heart was thumping when we went back to the table. A glance passed between Ed and Sally; I felt positive she was giving him the okay signal. When I sat down, Ed's knee pressed against mine, and he asked me for another dance. Sally was already coaxing John out of the chair. He didn't fight it.
This time, on the floor, I melted right into Ed's embrace, quaking. As soon as we were in the center of the floor, hidden by nearby couples, he pushed his loins against me with real meaning. Thrills shot from my pussy up to my breasts; I flattened my hips tightly to his.
The bulge in his trousers seemed even more prominent, and the erotic promise of it made me dizzy with longing. I was so starved for a good shafting I was ready to tumble over backward. I found it hard to believe I had turned into such a slut in one evening.
He was aware of my arousal; I was squeezing his hand hard, practically throwing myself at him. At the moment I didn't feel married at all; I was a bitch in heat.
In a dark comer he brought his mouth closer to mine, and I certainly didn't resist! I opened my lips greedily. His tongue came knifing into my mouth, shooting sparks of desire through my being. Ohhh, it was wonderful to know I had a man here who wanted to take me, totally. He didn't dillydally; he poked his tongue with hot vigor. Some girl nearby giggled, breaking the sweet contact.
"Man, oh man!" Ed breathed in my ear. "I vote for heading home."
"Yes!" I managed. John, with all his skill, had never worked me up to such a pitch of eagerness. If I danced this way many more times I would have a climax right out on the floor!
When the tune ended I was shivery with want. Ed stayed close behind me to hide the push-out in his trousers until we were right beside the table. He dropped into his chair, and I did the same. My thighs were burning, my panties moist. I simply ached for the rest.
Sally and John were laughing, still holding hands. "Let's cut out, kids," Sally said. "Fine with me," Ed answered.
I stood up and Ed took my arm. We left the tavern as though we had already switched. I practically floated. Outside, in the darkness, Ed's arm gripped my waist, and we walked to the car with our hips brushing. Now, if Sally would just do as she had talked about!
"Ed, honey, why don't I drive?" Sally giggled, holding Her hand out for the car keys.
"Sure!" he said, handing them to her. My heart thudded.
"John, how would you like to sit in front, with me?" Sally went on casually.
He didn't even glance my way. "Good idea!"
This was it. Ed pressed my hand, hard. He opened the rear door and in I went, just as though I'd done it before. He followed me. I was too excited to think of any bright remarks. Sally was carrying the ball, so to speak.
John slid over beside Sally, and Ed didn't waste any time, either. Suddenly he was breathing on my throat, his right hand gliding up my waist, toward my swollen titties. I trembled. My shortie skirt was back along my thighs; I didn't bother with it. The feel of his hand on my breast was delicious. Some wine and a couple of dances and I was ready to commit adultery.
It was more than that, though. A promise of a good virile screwing, if things worked out properly. I had been denied and denied. It was awful.
In seconds Ed had my blouse unbuttoned, his hand inside, on my achy breasts, my thin bra seeming nonexistent. My nipples burned; I felt them stiffen under his sure caresses.
"Damn!" he whispered.
I couldn't help what I did next; I reached over in the dark, as Sally, taking the rear exit from the parking lot, picked the unlighted street behind the tavern, and pressed my fingers on Ed's crotch. His prick was about to burst out of his pants.
Sugary tremors warmed my whole being. I could tell already Ed was larger than John-and ohhh, how I needed it.
It hurt me some, watching John close to Sally, as she drove slowly, taking a back road home. But in moments I wasn't watching the front seat. Ed had his tongue in my mouth, and my bra halfway open. And why had I chosen one that unhooked in front? Don't be silly!
He kissed hungrily, with strength and vigor. His hand on my titties made them sting and throb. I pressed the outline of his prick; my thighs spread almost involuntarily. The thrill of having someone new made things all the hotter. If he reached his hand under my skirt and fondled my pussy I knew I'd have a come. The hunger was in me, strong and sharp. My nipples were simply on fire!
Sally said something that demanded an answer, and our kiss ended. But he kept his hand inside my blouse, on my bare, tender mounds. Ed replied and then he murmured in my ear.
"I have to have you, sugar."
I couldn't answer, but I pressed his cock, wishing he would take it out of his trousers. He trembled.
Sally drove slowly; we were on a gravel road at the edge of town. She was surely taking quite a detour! The way John was sitting, I felt positive he had Sally's blouse open, and probably her bra, too. Well, John liked titties.
Suddenly Ed's hand left my breasts and he unzipped his trousers. Sally was driving out into the country! It was a river road, below the city. Big clumps of willow and cottonwood trees lined the road. Obviously, she was looking for a place to park.
I could barely see Ed's prick, but he put my hand on it, and a wave of erotic dizziness possessed me. Talk about wanting it; I was frantic!
Then his hand did go under my shortie skirt, in between my opened thighs. I nearly gasped out loud. He reached my panties and began sliding them down. I rose up and helped him. In seconds they were slipping down my legs, and were on the floor of the back seat. He moaned as he claimed my cunt, pressing it. I hunched on his fingers and played my fingers along his big, rigid prick.
"Sit in my lap, baby," he whispered.
He wanted it in. And so did I! What would John and
Sally think? But as he played with my wet pussy, teasing his finger along the slit, I didn't care about anything. I was so close to a climax I just had to do it.
I rose up, facing the front, and he lifted my skirt in back. I felt his big shaft press on my naked thighs, close to my cunt, and I could hardly wait!
With his right hand he guided the swollen head between the expanded lips of my twat. I shook all over. I came down slowly, the thrills so intense, the heat so delectable, I had to bite my lips to keep from shouting.
I had a big wand in my box, at last! Ohhhh, it was heavenly. Two years of waiting and hoping, and now my neighbor was filling my cunt with vibrant flesh.
I braced my hands on the front seat, and went up and down. Ohhh, my God! I was starting to come! I felt Ed's cock swell, heard his harsh breathing, and I knew he was getting there, too. He hunched, going way ' up inside me, and suddenly the sweet, hot vibrations of my pussy burst into a storm. The ecstatic tightening of my cunt were the sweetest and wildest I had ever known.
He poked again, and then he was supering into my box, spurting his juice, gripping me tightly as our members jerked and spasmed, and my starved depths were finally laved with the virile blast they had needed so badly.
Sally pulled off the road, into a turnout, and cut the lights. She and John began necking furiously.
I rested in Ed's lap, faint with relief, my box still shivering. Things were getting kind of messy, though, and as much as I hated to, I lifted away and sank down in the seat at his left. He handed me his handkerchief.
I held it between my legs to catch his come, and we cuddled close, his hand again on my titties, fondling, squeezing.
"Ohhh, that was wonderful, Ed!" I whispered in his ear.
"Terrific!" he whispered back.
"You kids mind if we take a stroll down by the river?" Sally asked, without glancing into the rear seat. "Go ahead," Ed answered.
Sally giggled. She opened the front door, the dome light came on. Thankfully my skirt was over my legs, and Ed's pecker wasn't in sight. His hand was inside my gaping blouse, however. John left the car with only a glance at me, and then they were walking away, down a bank, toward the river and a knot of trees standing there. Sally had a blanket under her arm. Trust her to think of everything!
"Now, we can have some real fun!" Ed murmured, taking my eager mouth. He played with my boobies and stroked his tongue deep. I found his prick again. He was stiff! Sally hadn't lied. It was wonderful to know that I was desirable enough to keep him hard. I sank back in the seat, and found another blanket. He rested my head on it, spread my blouse wide open, hiked my skirt way back.
I heard the snick of his belt buckle coming apart, then his trousers were down, his shorts down. He was breathing fast again. So was I. My wet cunt was all ready for him.
He lowered himself between my outspread thighs, and his big cock went sliding in so naturally and sweetly, I had to moan. Ohhhh, it was just too much! I could hardly believe my good fortune. With my rump on the edge of the seat, he found the right position and began to take me. I met his strokes, eagerly. The car shook slightly.
Ohhh, he was so long and big and hot! His lips fastened on one of my nipples, and rapture whirled through my body. I panted and strained.
"Have it, baby!" he panted. "I'll go with you next time."
"Ohhh, yes!" I cried.
I gripped him with my thighs, arched my breasts higher and then the heaven hit me, hard little beats of joy. I was exploding all over the place; I was coming and coming and coming! I shouted. I simply had to.
When the rich shivers faded a little he rested on me still buried deep, and the sweet balm of relief that claimed me was something I had been denied for over two long, agonizing years. To be finally pinned, screwed the way a robust girl liked to be screwed, was simply divine.
Slowly he began to hunch. I widened even mo-e, giving him everything I had to offer. The slap, slap of his balls on my tender vestibule, the sensation of his big knob way up in my cunt, the shivers of response that ran along my vagina, almost made me swoon.
He took his time. He went way out, then way in. He gave me short, sweet jabs, and then very long, hard ones. God, did he know how to screw! I was wishing I could see his big prick sliding in and out of my twat, the twat that had been starved for it so long.
The golden moments ticked by. I was sweating, but I didn't care. His shirt was open and when he pushed his hard chest on my titties and poked his tongue away into my mouth, I drank it in as a girl would who had been walking on a desert all day and had finally found a fresh, green oasis.
He started going faster, breathing harder. My passion rose with his. The strokes came harder, filling the quivery depths of my cunt. The erotic tension climbed.
"Now!" he cried. "Now, honey."
"Ohhhhhh ... yes!" I moaned.
He slammed me, almost pushing me into a cramp. But I slammed him right back. My pussy telegraphed my joy. It began to throb and convulse, and we finished in a wild burst of thrashing legs, flying rumps and panting moans. My whole pelvis erupted, and right when the jerks of delight were the sweetest, I felt the gush of his juice. His cry of completion, as his prick throbbed out its load of come, was the sweetest music I had heard in many a year. My gun went bang, bang, bang, my breasts heaved, and then I was floating into a dreamy state of total bliss, where my starved nerves were finally rid of their goad, where my body was alive to every tiny nuance of sexual fulfillment.
When we finally pulled away and found a box of tissues, he still wasn't entirely soft. I slumped back in the seat. I was pleasantly and joyfully pooped.
He pulled his shorts up and then his trousers. He left his shirt open. He found a cigarette and lit it.
"You're one hell of a girl, Diane."
I giggled. I felt so good about everything. "You're quite a man."
"Sorry if I wrinkled your clothes."
"Oh, I don't care!" I assured him.
"Wonder how Sally and John are doing?"
I snuggled up to Ed. "I don't care, now. Do you?"
"Hell, no!"
But already the pangs of guilt were starting. Now that my fever was spent, my deep yearnings satisfied, I could see things as they really were. A cheating wife. Twenty minutes with him in the back seat and he had his prick in my cunt. I was a slut. The wine fumes were evaporating.
"Next time we'll get in a bed and be comfortable," he said, putting out his smoke. He coasted his hand under my skirt and let it rest on my naked thigh.
"Will there be a next time, Ed?"
"Don't go prim on me now, Diane. We need each other."
I melted against him. "I know ... but it's wrong."
"Well, don't be so serious about it. Just keep it light and nobody will get hurt."
His hand crept up to my pussy, and he cupped it firmly. "If they don't hurry up..."
I giggled. Sure, keep it on the fun level. Don't think about consequences.
Suddenly the breeze from the river carried a shrill, plaintive feminine cry. We both knew what it meant. Sally had had her orgasm. I wondered just how John had brought it about.
"Sounds like they're doing all right," Ed chuckled.
I felt just a little sick inside.
Sally drove into the Upton driveway, between our houses, and looked back at me.
"You kids are coming in for a nightcap, aren't you?"
"Sure they are," Ed answered, confidently. "The evening's young yet."
I noticed John wasn't objecting. My conscience was bothering me, but on the drive into town I had let Ed fondle my legs and kiss me. His trousers were sticking up again. He wanted more! And I have to admit that I did, too. How easy I had been! A real pushover.
Once inside, Sally asked Ed to get out more wine, and we gals went to the bathroom. Sally locked the door and slipped her arm around my waist.
"Have fun, honey?" she asked, giggling.
I had gone this far-so why not go the rest? "I guess I helped you out."
She laughed. "I could tell Ed was very pleased. You don't know what this means to me-taking the pressure off at home!"
I was almost certain she had lied to me about that part of it. She had used her story as an excuse to swap.
"You had some fun, too, didn't you?" I asked.
"Keen! Boy, does he like to play around. I almost died, waiting."
The big question was uppermost in my mind. I just had to know. "Did he ... put it in?"
"Well ... right at the last, when I was ... you know, going off!"
A wave of fierce envy hit me. He could enter Sally without going soft-but not me! My emotions must have showed, but I tried to cover them as best I could.
"Do you ... like it, that way?" I asked.
"Ohhh, you know it. I wish Ed would do that, just play around and tease me and then give it to me right at the finish."
I trembled. There had to be something drastically wrong with me! Sally had gotten his prick on their first date. It wasn't fair. Of course, she could be lying, but her exuberance was quite definite.
She was pretty and leggy and sexy, and I was kind of quiet and hefty, and not glamorous.
She looked at me closely. "Don't start going backward now, honey. You like the way Ed does it and I like John. Think of all the fun we can have!"
"But I thought two or three times a week was your limit," I reminded her.
She giggled. "Well, a new rooster makes a big difference, honey." She held her hands up to her blouse, where her titties poked out. I could see that she hadn't put her bra back on. "Boy, did he give these a smooth working over!"
"Yes, he's pretty good-at that," I said, lamely. She laughed. "Don't be a kill-joy, now. Perk up! Maybe the boys will feel like some more fun."
CHAPTER FOUR
AFTER FRESHENING UP, BRUSHING OUR hair and getting our clothes straightened out a bit, we joined the boys in the living room. I had been talked into taking my bra off, so that just my blouse covered my titties. The effect was much more startling on me than on Sally because I stuck out so far!
At that moment the sound of a car stopping out front rather surprised everyone. I was just starting to accept the glass of wine Ed had poured, and his eyes were feasting on my almost-exposed titties.
"Who the hell can that be," he said, annoyed.
Easy enough to tell that he thought he would get me again. And Sally was swinging her neat bottom around in front of John. Her mini-skirt seemed shorter than ever. A little more wine, a little more time and who knew what would happen!
The sound of the car door slamming seemed very loud. Ed put his glass down and walked to the door. He jerked it open just as someone came up on the porch.
"Oh," a feminine voice said. "I've had car trouble, and I saw your lights."
Ed's manner changed instantly. I looked over his shoulder and saw a very striking, tall blonde. She wore a snug jersey and very tight pants; she looked around twenty-four or so.. Her light pink outfit molded a figure that even put Sally's to shame. She was simply beautiful in every respect. Long legs, narrow waist and jutty bosom. Her hair was perfection.
"Be glad to help if I can!" Ed said.
"I wish you could," she said, hopefully. "I live down the street a few blocks, but I hate to leave my car here all night. It just ... stopped," she finished, helplessly.
"Come on, John, let's take a look," Ed said. "Miss, you go on in and join the girls. They'll introduce themselves." He flashed her a wide grin. "I'm Ed and this is John. Be right back."
The girl smiled and nodded, then turned to Sally and me. "I'm Terri Moser," she said. "Have one of those apartments down the street. I think I've seen both of you gals around town. I'm fairly new; I work for Jim Weed, the attorney."
"Oh, sure," Sally replied. "Sit down and have a glass of wine."
"Love to," she said, brightly. Her eyes met mine, and something happened that had never happened before; a kind of secret signal that I think even Sally missed. It said, you're a sweet, adorable creature. I felt a sharp thrill. But I busied myself with my glass to cover up. No girl had ever affected me quite this way. I knew instantly she wanted me.
I was shivering inside; I thought her the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
"I saw you four at The Barn," she mentioned, later. "I was up at the bar, alone."
"You could latch onto a date easy, honey," Sally laughed.
The boys came back into the house. "You're almost out of gas," Ed said. "No wonder your car stopped. We parked it up close; I don't think anybody will bother it. One of us can drive you home ... later, I hope!"
"I think I'm interrupting a party," Terri said, smiling. She had noted the absence of bras on Sally and me.
"Don't rush away," John said.
She stood up lithely, gracefully. She had finished her wine. "Oh, I don't want to butt in, really. Now, who's going to be generous enough to drive me home?"
I found my tongue, at last. "I will," I said.
The rest of them seemed a bit startled. The boys, especially. I finished quickly, "Our car's right next door."
"That's very nice of you, Diane. Let's go." I could tell she was pleased, and I certainly was. "Oh, hell!" Ed complained.
Terri laughed, giving him a warm smile. "Maybe I can dig up a date and we'll all have a party soon. "Okay?"
"Swell idea!" Sally exclaimed. The boys were mollified. They were really ogling her ripely curved chassis.
"Do blondes have more fun?" Ed quipped.
"This one does," she answered, winking.
In a moment I was following her out the door. I pointed at our car, just across a strip of lawn and we walked toward it.
"This is really thoughtful of you, honey," Terri murmured, now walking beside me. "It's just a few blocks, and then you can hurry back to your party."
I was fluttery with a strange new excitement. Sally had hinted around about a Lesbian relationship, and perhaps it could develop, but with Terri I knew I wanted to. Was there something wrong with me; was I really that way? Was this why John didn't take me the way a girl should be taken? But Ed found me desirable; my climaxes with him had been delish!
I had the car. key in my purse, and we got in the front seat immediately. Her lilac perfume tingled in my nostrils. I was so nervous I could hardly get the car in motion.
Before I was out of the driveway, Terri slid over close and whispered in my ear, "You're a very sweet chick, Diane. I saw you at the tavern. I let my car run out of gas on purpose, just so I could meet you."
"You're awful!" I protested.
"Oh, the others don't suspect. . . but we know, don't we?"
I shivered. "I guess we do, Terri."
I drove slowly. She kissed me below the ear, and her hand came up to my titties. I wanted it there! My nipples were already tumescent. What a day! I had finally coaxed a big prick into my cunt, and here I was wanting a Lesbian's touches, too. Was I that starved for sex?
"You're so beautiful," I said.
"Honey, if I am for you, I'm very glad of it!" She opened my blouse. "You have such delicious titties!"
"I'll have to hurry back," I said, trembling.
"I know. I'll call you Monday, okay? I just know we can have a wonderful time together."
I stopped in front of the apartment she indicated. I turned out the lights. We melted together, our mouths colliding. I felt her shiver; her tongue wiggled into my mouth, and the sparks just flew. Her touches on my tender nipples sent stings of need coursing through my body.
I hated it when she drew away, but our time now was very limited. Her hand went under my shortie skirt, briefly. She patted me and whispered. "I can hardly wait, honey."
I watched her move away from the car, and my pussy, where she had touched me, burned with sweet anticipation. I knew it was totally wrong, but I couldn't help it. She had spotted me at The Barn. She wanted me. Maybe now, between Terri and John, I could get enough thrills to satisfy my robust yearnings.
I drove quickly back home, parked the car, and joined the others. Sally gave me a rather inquiring glance, but the boys hadn't spotted a thing. Odd, that is. They were still talking about her sexy appearance. A girl with her class could grab about any man she wanted. But she had chosen me!
The wine tasted good. So many things had happened. Sally had the lights down very low, and she and John were dancing again. Their stereo played slow, dreamy music. Ed drew me up on my feet and we were close again, much closer than on the dance floor.
I was really wondering now about John. He had made it with me Thursday night and again tonight, according to Sally. Could he really do it again? He must have a girl friend, I thought. Or was I so lacking in appeal I could only arouse him once or twice a week?
I watched Sally wrapping herself around him, nudging her hips to his loins, and suddenly I found myself not caring. Not tonight, anyway. I was turning into a hussy.
Ed steered me into a very dark corner of the living room, and fastened his mouth on mine. His right hand opened my blouse, claiming my itchy titties. I knew right away I could climax again-and maybe again. Ed was stiff. I reached boldly down and unzipped his fly.
No shorts. His big pecker was instantly out of my hand.
I heard a door close. Sally and John had obviously slipped into a bedroom. The Uptons had two, of course, as John and I did.
"Man, oh man!" Ed breathed, squeezing my breasts. "They've retired, baby. Let's take the other bedroom."
I nodded, shivering. Full swap. I needed that hot thing of his; my cunt was on fire.
We slipped through the living room and entered the master bedroom. Sally and John were the "guests." He turned on a small lamp at the head of the bed and cut the overhead lights. He undressed swiftly, watching me as I undid my skirt and let it drop. My blouse was already halfway off, anyway.
Now I could see him better, especially his big cock, brown and angled out from his loins. Naked, he came over and helped me out of my panties. I was all wet again, but Terri had been responsible for some of that.
"This is almost too good to be true, baby," he muttered, guiding me to the bed. I stretched out on it, spreading my thighs. He stared at my pussy, his dark eyes flared with passion. I saw drops of moisture on the pink head of his prick and I shivered. The head of the glans peeped out from the stretched foreskin.
Immediately he climbed above me, his pecker aimed at my cunt. Panting already, I curved my rump up, wanting that sweet hot first plunge into my cove.
A noise interrupted. I heard Sally's loud voice, touched with anger. Swift footfalls.
Ed cursed and left the saddle I had made for him.
"What the hell's going on?" he yelled, his prick going down.
I had never been so wildly disappointed! Ed strode to the bedroom door and opened it. He looked through.
"Party's over!" I heard Sally remark dryly. "John's had too much wine!" Wouldn't you know? John couldn't take it.
I dressed as quickly as possible, my passion fading, leaving a hurting ache in my pelvic region. Oh, how I needed more of Ed's shaft!
"Sorry, baby," Ed whispered as I left the bedroom.
John stood by the front door, weaving slightly. Was he really that drunk?
"Come on," I said, noting that Sally wasn't in sight now. She was probably naked, and didn't want to show herself. John nodded and we went out the front door. I was furious with him. We went across the dark lawn in silence. As soon as we were home he marched straight to the bedroom and closed the door. I heard him collapse on the bed. I sank down on the sofa, hands clenched.
I looked down at myself, my mini-skirt hiked back along my rounded thighs, my titties straining at the blouse. Oh, damn him for cheating me out of another round of fun! All ready to receive Ed's prick and then the awful interruption!
Well, I knew what it was like, at least. The memory of it, having his prick slide in and out of my cunt, was bright in my thoughts. And then, suddenly, I remembered my vibrator. I knew I couldn't sleep in this aroused condition. Sure, I had had a nice evening, but I wasn't satisfied. Almost ready to get screwed again, and...
I wondered if Ed and Sally would finish with each other. I certainly couldn't with John.
Sally had acted quite upset about his failure. Maybe there would be no more swapping. Anyway, I had "helped her out."
My curiosity grew. Could Ed really have climaxed again? He was all stiff and big, ready to push it into me. Ohhh, I hated Sally for interrupting right at that moment.
I stood up and walked through the kitchen, to the back door. A light burned in the Upton bedroom. They would have the window raised, in this weather. I might not be able to see-but couldn't I listen?
A thrill ran up my legs, to my pussy. I could always come back home and use my dildo.
I slipped out into the cool darkness. The grass between the two houses would make my approach silent. I had never peeked on anything; it wasn't a nice thing to do, but my suspicions about Sally were growing.
Now that I was sobering, I found my emotions about Ed rather mixed. I didn't have any overpowering crush on him. He was handsome and appealing, he knew how to handle his prick, and I wanted more of it. However, I found I still cared for John; the idea of divorce had less attraction. If I could satisfy myself with Ed and Terri, there would be no reason for a messy court action.
I walked quietly up to the bedroom window, and what do you know? The drapes weren't quite together, and the window was raised. I felt a sharp thrill. Dropping below the level of the window, I rose up slowly. Their voices were already quite clear.
". . . couldn't get hard again, huh?" Ed was saying.
He lay on the bed, facing upward, still naked. The impression I had made in the counterpane still was visible. Sally stood beside the bed, also nude. She was weaving her hips around, smiling down at her hubby. I had never seen her pussy; her swatch was very black and thick. Her titties were pointy, the nipples swollen. She made a very pretty sight; but she couldn't match
Terri for sheer beauty. Of course, I hadn't seen the blonde naked, but her ensemble left little to the imagination.
"One shot is his limit, I guess!" Sally laughed.
My cheeks turned hot. "You need one, eh?" Ed chuckled.
"You know it, honey. He's not bad on the playing around stuff."
Did they talk this way all the time? John and I certainly didn't. Evidently we were pretty square.
"I heard your yell, down by the river," Ed laughed.
Sally giggled, moving closer, and his hand touched her cunt. His prick was rising-again! "That was a pretty good one," she said. "But you know something, honey? He doesn't like to put it in."
"What?"
"Not with me, anyway. I don't think he does with Diane, either."
"Jesus Christ!" Ed said, tickling Sally's pussy. She moved her hips nearer, spreading her thighs. "What'd he do? Go down on you?"
Sally laughed. "No. I was kind of wishing he would. No, he tickled me to a peak and then he started to get it in and went off all over my belly."
I shivered, my ears burning. So Sally had lied about John putting it in.
"Well, no wonder Diane was hot for it," Ed said, amazement in his voice.
"I noticed you had it in her before I even parked the car!" Sally laughed.
How could they discuss things like this? I felt like a country bumpkin. John and I were so sneaky about the whole thing.
"Did she have a good one?" Sally continued.
"Several. Bang, bang!"
I could have dropped through the ground. At the same time, their talk was stimulating me.
"I figured she was pretty hungry for a good screwing," Sally giggled.
"Mind if I get more of it?" he asked, banteringly.
"Well, we could swap again, I suppose, Maybe I could show John a few things "
Sally's rump was moving back and forth on Ed's finger, which I could see was in her cunt. I was burning.
Suddenly she leaned down and took his prick in her hand. She held it straight up and lowered her lips toward the head. She drew the foreskin back, revealing the swelling red knob, and with a small giggle, she pushed her lips way out and took the head into her mouth. Sweet shivers circled around my cunt. What a sight!
"Hey, you're good, baby!" Ed said, hunching up further. He was still caressing her pussy.
Her mouth opened wide and I could see her tongue tip dancing and flirting with the pink knob. Ohhh, how I wanted to try that.
She lifted her mouth. "Can you make it again? For your sexy wife, honey?" she cooed.
"I think so," he answered, his breathing irregular.
She hunched her bottom a few more times, released his cock, which was now fully stiff, and then his hand left her twat. She crawled on the bed, above him. She was going to top-ride, something I never had had the nerve to suggest. But how could I when John didn't put it in me?"
I think I was more aroused than Sally. I couldn't help sliding my hand under my skirt. I hadn't put my panties back on, and my pussy was all bare and moist. Sally was going to get what I had missed-his last come, if he could make it. The final spurts that would end a wild evening. And if she had gone off only once, with John, she would surely be able, despite all her sweet talk about her limitations.
The lying little bitch, I thought. She just wanted a crack at my hubby, and she sure found him out. I was relieved to know that he hadn't functioned any better with her than with me.
Ohhh, how I craved to be in Sally's place, bringing my hot cunt down against his cock, worming my puss around it. Shudders ran through my body. My titties ached. If I watched the rest, I knew I would go off. And if I cried out!
But I had to stay there. I had to see the rest. I was rooted to the spot. A tall shrub hid me from the street. Unless I made a noise, no one would ever know. Maybe I could use a lesson in top-riding!
The way the bed was placed in relation to the window I couldn't witness the connection, but the tensing of his shoulder muscles and the curve of her rump told me he was starting up into her snatch.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed.
I pressed my cunt, feeling my passion climb.
Her knees braced just so, her body arched at a right angle, she began going up and down. His hands caressed her slender figure, her titties. She began rotating her ass, with his cock about halfway in, making wide sweeps, then pausing, to finish in a flurry of short ups and downs.
"Terrific, baby!" he murmured.
She rested, panting. I was wishing I had a behind or in front view, so I could see his prick buried in her cunt, but this was almost as graphic.
"like it when I tighten on it?" she asked, teasingly.
"Fine!"
She was constricting the muscles of her pussy around his shaft. The play of her long legs, the slight hunching action, the moan that came from his lips, attested to her skill.
Just wait till I get astride him, I thought, shivering. I'd probably go off two or three times...
Pretty soon she was bobbing her rump again. She swung her torso, her whole body, forward, riding high, while he kissed her nipples. I was faint with longing. I could hardly bear the suspense.
I don't know how long I crouched there, watching, listening. She was turning more abandoned in her movements. Now and then I could hear the slap, slap of their hips coming together; they were breathing faster, the bed creaked.
She leaned down and sucked his nipples; he ran his hand across her rump, then in between her thighs, right where they joined. He was evidently tickling her clitoris because she shivered visibly, and her breathing quickened.
At last, she started long, high strokes.
"About ready, honey?" she panted.
"Yeah, baby!" he cried.
"Ohhh ... me ... too!" she gasped.
I was dizzy, my legs were turning to water; my cunt was all drippy. I had never witnessed anything so sexy. She went faster, faster. His hips curved upward. A pained expression twisted his handsome face.
"Come to me, honey!" Sally cried, feverishly. "Shoot it to me. Give me your wad!"
Her ass just flew. The bed shimmied. Her mouth fell open, her head drew back. Another swift flurry of bounces and she cried out.
"Ohhh ... God ... here I go!"
He moaned very loudly, his hand dug into her titties, and then I could see the flex of their bodies as the climax hit them. She quaked all over, he drove widly upward and then she flattened on him, still hunching.
My nerves burst; I toppled backward on the grass as my own orgasm jerked and twisted my body, shooting waves of heaven through my loins, my breasts. I clamped my mouth tightly so I wouldn't yell. I surely wanted to. I was having a furious come. I was an animal, writhing on the ground and even before the exquisite tremors faded, much too soon, leaving a dull ache, I was horribly ashamed. Tears sprang into my eyes. I lay there panting and hating myself. I crawled away, hearing Sally's pleased, intimate giggles, his answering chuckle.
I should have gotten that last load of his, I kept thinking. My pussy should have convulsed around his cock.
When I staggered into the kitchen, I was a mess. My skirt was all grass-stained, my hands were wet with my juices and water from the damp lawn.
He got his gun off three times in one night, I thought, wonderingly. Sure, that last one took a long time, but he made it and Sally made it. Ohhh, why can't I have a man like that?
At about ten o'clock the next morning, as I looked gloomily out of the kitchen window, hardly touching my coffee, I saw Sally leave her back door and walk toward our house. I wasn't sure that I could face her.
John had gone to work at nine; Saturdays were busy at the drug store. He wouldn't be home until about three. He always fixed his own breakfast on this day, and I had been very glad of it, this time. What would we say to each other about the swap? Would things ever be the same again? Before, I had always trusted him. I wouldn't any more. And he would have no reason to trust me, either.
Physically, I was satisfied, but my thoughts were messy. Too much had happened in one evening. Half full of wine and sex-hungry, I had even succumbed to another girl's advances; I had told Terri I wanted her. And I didn't know beans about how to go about it. Generally I'm rather cheerful and optimistic, but that day I felt awful.
Sally rapped at the back door screen and came breezily in, smiling, attractive. She wore revealing red shorts and a halter. I had on a rather modest robe, over my nightie.
"Well, what's the matter, honey?" Sally asked, gliding gracefully into a chair. "Didn't we all have fun."
"I guess so," I said, dully.
"Conscience pains, huh?" she smiled. "I'm sorry I got upset with John. You apologize for me, will you?" I nodded. "like some coffee."
"Natch."
I found a mug and poured her brew. She glanced at my opened robe, which had fallen apart as I leaned down to fill the mug.
"Ed give those big things of yours a good time?" she giggled.
I couldn't stay gloomy with her. It was done; I couldn't go back and change it. I should be thanking her for loaning me her hubby!
"Well, of course!" I answered, flushing.
"There, that's better," she smiled. "Ed is very tickled about the whole thing. He said you're a hot partner."
"He's quite a man," I admitted, winking. "But what about ... John?"
Sally giggled. "Oh, we did pretty good, until he drank too much. I think he'll improve!" Her voice changed, subtly. "Didn't he get around much before you two married?"
"I guess not," I said. She knew my secret, of course.
She leaned forward. "Does he always not ... you know, put it in?"
Oh, how I hated to admit the truth. "He ... just seems to like it, that way."
"Why, you poor thing! But cheer up! I think I can help you."
"I wish somebody would!" I said, some of my resentment showing. Might as well call a spade a spade.
We drank coffee for a moment, and I realized that our conversation was again stimulating me. Even after the previous night's excitements.
"Don't you two ever, you know, do it ... oral?" Sally asked, finally.
"N-nooo," I said, blushing.
Sally shook her head. "Ed isn't too much that way, but he doesn't mind if I do it, sometimes."
"I. . . never have," I said.
"Good lord!" She put her cup down and patted my hand. "Anyway, you have a lot to look forward to!"
Her calm acceptance of swapping continued to bother me. Not a word about wrongness, feelings of guilt. When I didn't say anything in reply, she went on.
"Why don't we have another party next weekend, honey? Maybe a picnic or something, out in the woods."
"If John will," I said.
"Good. You leave that to me! And look, honey-if Ed happens to call you or something, it's okay with me. I'll be pooped for a few days, and I know him. Tomorrow he'll have another big hard-on."
I shivered. And by tomorrow I'd be itchy again, too.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Honey, I asked you to help me out, didn't I?"
Fidelity? What was that word, anyway? We were living in the pill generation. Have fun. The world might blow up with atomic bombs any day.
CHAPTER FIVE
MONDAY AFTERNOON I PARKED THE CAR in front of the Pinewood Apartments, where Terri Moser lived, in Number Four. I had driven John to work, which I often did, saying I had some shopping to do, which was the truth. But that was all done.
Terri had called me that morning. She had a day off, and would I like to drop over for a drink? Her car was being worked on, she said. I had almost turned her down, but I couldn't. I had already heard that Ed would be out of town until Wednesday or Thursday; sometimes he drew long-haul jobs. John had been rather attentive, surprisingly, but not amorous. We were pretending that nothing had happened; we could never talk much about sex matters, anyway.
I'll admit I was nervous as I climbed out of the car and smoothed my shortie skirt over my ample hips. And why had I picked a rather revealing blouse, one that buttoned down the front? Why had I taken extra care with my make-up and grooming, worn no girdle?
There had been no hint of anything out of the way in Terri's invitation-but I knew better. I was going to my first Lesbian rendezvous. I hadn't had any sex since Friday night; Ed had satisfied me, for a while! But today I was all excited, knowing the signs only too well. A bit of extra fullness in the titties, a yearning in the loins. I told myself I would have preferred a date with Ed, but Terri's lure was very strong. I remembered her kiss, her touches on my titties. I adored her!
I found Number Four easily and punched the ornate doorbell. My fingers were shaky. Girls called on girls all the time; it was much simpler having a date with another broad. Slipping out with another man presented difficulties; people talked.
The door opened immediately, and Terri's beauty hit me right between the eyes-or should I say the thighs? She wore a pale yellow ensemble, lounging pajamas that followed every dip and curve of her superlative figure. In her presence I felt rather country-fied.
"Oh, come in, honey!" she smiled, her blue eyes warm and friendly. "That's a very becoming outfit."
I flushed happily. She closed the door, and her arms slid around me comfortingly; a wave of her lilac fragrance engulfed my senses, and I was holding my mouth up for her kiss. I shivered. The brush of her soft, warm lips on mine ignited the hunger she had touched on Saturday evening. Just like that, we were close.
The tip of her tongue wiggled between my parted lips, tantalizingly. She shot her honey probe deep, then drew away, her arm remaining about my waist.
"You're wonderful, honey," she murmured. "Come on sit down and let's have a martini."
I appreciated her easing off, temporarily. She must have sensed my inexperience. She would evidently woo me in stages. The preliminaries were very important! Did she know she was getting a "virgin?"
The apartment wasn't large, but very tastefully furnished. A portable stereo was playing soft background music. I watched her weave into the kitchenette for the drinks, and my throat was dry. She simply reeked sex. The knowledge that she appealed to men, very definitely, seemed to ease my mind a bit. She certainly didn't look butchy. Lots of girls, according to the new frank attitudes about sex, were two-way.
She came back in, smiling, with two frosted cocktail glasses, and set mine on a coffee table in front of the comfortable-looking sofa. Hers went beside it. So, naturally we were soon seated side by side, close enough to be intimate. I was on her left, of course, in the girl's position.
"Relax, honey," she said, pleasantly. "You act a little scared."
"Sorry," I managed. I could see now that she wore no bra under the pa jama-top; she had such wonderfully jutty breasts. Had she taken it off in the kitchen? The slight jiggle of them, as she lifted the glass, heightened my excitement. Her thighs were slightly parted, revealing the curve of her pussy. In sitting down my short skirt skidded way back, nearly to the tops of my long-length nylons. I felt a bit cow-like in her presence.
She nibbled her olive, her lips caressing it in a rather suggestive manner.
"Oh, this is strong," I said, teasing my martini.
"Gin loosens the inhibitions, honey!" she laughed.
I smiled, and we talked a little about this and that, getting better acquainted. She said she really preferred bigger cities, but she had been offered a very good job.
"No boy friends?" I asked.
She winked. "Occasionally. I suppose I'll latch onto some wealthy guy-before I lose my shape."
"Oh, you won't do that," I said. "You're ... beautiful."
"As long as you think so, honey." She put down her empty glass, and I did the same. Her deep blue eyes came nearer; I trembled. Her left arm slipped along the back of the sofa, around my shoulders, and then our lips were together again. She nibbled, tasting my ardor.
"You act so naive about this," she whispered.
"I ... never have ... with a girl," I stammered.
"Ohh, come on now," she laughed, softly.
"Really. I grew up in a small town."
Her blue eyes searching my face, and a look of wonder grew there. "But ... you knew," she said.
"I never met anyone like you," I answered, trembling. I felt I could trust her completely. "Sally's been hinting around."
"She's pretty. You like me better, though?"
"Ohhh, yes!"
Her lips met mine again, gently, and a magical kind of fire built between us. It was different than with Ed, or any man. I felt her shiver. Again her tongue tip entered my eager lips; I was turning on so slowly and delectably; it was like candy yet untasted, but I loved the flavor. Somehow I had known it would be like this-dangerously sweet. Forbidden. A Pandora's Box.
Does John sense this in me; is that why he won't put his prick in my pussy? No. He couldn't with Sally, either.
Suddenly I didn't care about John or Ed, either one. My sensual hungers flamed, and I felt sure that Terri could quench them. I had to try it, at least. I had starved along on once or twice a week, waiting and hoping; I had even bought a thing.
Yes, Ed was dreamy, robust-but he had gone out of town. Friday night had awakened my real passion. I was capable of a lot of it. I needed it.
I felt Terri's right hand on my blouse, shaping the jut of my breasts, very lightly. I curved them forward as tingles of pleasure centered there. Her tongue stroked in and out; my lips had a cloying heat utterly delicious.
"Now, just the tongues, honey," she murmured, easing her mouth back a trifle.
I opened my mouth wide, she did the same, and her tongue began to slide and wind around mine. Ohhh, it was exquisite! My thighs opened without any conscious command; my nipples stiffened inside my bra. I wanted to seize her and mash our mouths together, but the sensual play went on and on. Her breathing quickened, her hand undid my blouse, exposing my thin bra. It unhooked in front, of course. She didn't undo it right away. She broke the lovely contact, leaned back to look at my titties.
"We don't want to rush this, do we, honey?" she whispered.
"Oh, no!"
"Can I see you in just bra and panties, honey."
"Well ... I guess!"
She laughed. "You're fun. We'll have a wonderful time. And we won't get serious, will we?"
I almost said, "You're the boss," but I didn't. I smiled and nodded. I was breathing unevenly, too.
She finished unfastening my blouse and I helped her take it off. Her eyes caressed me.
"I love your fragrance, honey. Jasmine, isn't it?"
"Yes." My anticipation kept building; what would she do first? She hadn't shown me her titties, yet. The contours, cradled by her pajama top, fired my imagination. Her nipples were prominent, poking the fabric out.
She had me stand up, and her knowing fingers undid my skirt. In seconds I was down to the almost-naked part. My small garter-belt was pink, too, like my undies.
"Oh, you sweet thing," she murmured, staring at my still-covered pussy. "like to walk around a little that way?"
I had never done this for anyone. I found I liked it. I didn't feel huge; her compliments gave me courage.
"You move so daintily," she said.
I was aching to have her touch me, fondle my sensitive zones. I turned and walked the other way.
"I don't think you realize how sexy you are, honey."
"Oh, stop it!" I laughed.
"You're young and fresh and exquisite, Diane."
"Well, if you say so," I giggled.
She rose gracefully and commenced to open the upper section of her pajamas. The buttons were all undone; she left the garment on, so I could get just peeks at her titties. They weren't as huge as mine, but they had a lovely shape, riding high and proud. Her nipples were pink. She wiggled toward me.
"Let's dance, honey."
I was wild to have her touch me. In seconds we were together, she taking the lead. She was taller than I; her pajamas came open and I felt her generous breasts burning on the upper slopes of my titties. Sensuous shivers ran down my body. I felt the press of her mound almost on mine, and I spread my legs, curving my pussy nearer.
"You sweet thing, you," she breathed, kissing me below the ear. I was getting moist in the cunt. I was just floaty with desire.
She reached up between us and unhooked my bra. My titties billowed out, and she brought hers burningly against my bare, tingly mounds.
"Mmmmm mm!" she whispered.
"Ohhh, that's good," I answered.
She weaved her shoulders, creating an exciting togetherness. She kissed along my cheek and then our mouths were touching; her arms tightened, her tongue stroked with more purpose. Jazzy little tremors possessed me. I needed this; I just ate it up. The gin was working wonders in my female apparatus, believe me.
When her hand slipped up between us and claimed a tittie, cupping it, pressing it, I shuddered. My tongue coiled around hers; our girl-mounds were pressing together. She executed several slow hunches.
"Ohh!" I cried, tearing my mouth from hers. "Ohh, Terri!"
"Honey, already?"
"Y-yes!" I quavered. My nerves were screaming for a come.
She steered me backward to the sofa. Her hand went between my thighs, inside my panties. I was panting.
"Have it, sweet!" she breathed, finding my clitoris, taking a stiff nipple into her mouth. My hips curled toward her toying fingers. She caressed my wet slit with such deftness and skill I moaned. Then she had my clit, and her mouth drew a nipple far in ... and ... ohhh hhh ... I was having it, quaking, clutching her. Delicious nuances of utter delight swept my pelvis; my titties seemed ready to burst. The heaven came in sweet pulses, twisting my body.
"You'll have to learn to slow down a little, honey," Terri murmured, her hand still cupped on my pussy.
I was panting with sweet relief. "Oh, I'm sorry," I murmured.
She giggled. "Don't be. You're sure a passionate baby. I love it."
"D-did you, too?"
She laughed, softly, intimately. Her fingers fondled the soft flesh near my cunt. "No, doll. I take quite a buildup. But I want you to enjoy yourself, all you can."
"Oh, I guess I am!"
She nuzzled my titties. "Let's go in the bedroom where we can relax."
I sighed. "Anything you say, Terri. Anything."
Her boudoir was small but tastefully furnished. A wide Hollywood bed was the center of attraction, naturally. Several bright pillows made a nice contrast against the gold counterpane.
"Stretch out and be comfy, honey," she said, gazing at my pantied pussy. "And take those off."
I giggled. "I was wondering when."
I watched her shrug out of the pajama top, then undo the little string that held the lower section in place. The filmy material slipped down, revealing the sweet perfection of her pussy. It was shaved. The significance of it was brought home to me by things I had read; lots of true Lesbians did this, for obvious reasons. Her slit was visible, and right at the top I saw a small pink protuberance, a very elongated clitoris, almost like a tiny prick. I shivered.
"like me, now, honey?" Terri murmured, rotating her hips.
"Of course!" I said, spreading my thighs. I was shameless. My panties were off; she could see everything I had. She flirted her tongue suggestively between her fleshy lips and I knew what she meant. I figured I was going to get my pussy kissed and tongued, the first time, by another girl. Why hadn't John done it for me?
Maybe not yet, though. She swung down beside me and we hugged and kissed, breasts to breasts, my thighs widening so she could play around or do anything she pleased. I needed it again. With her tongue diving in and out of my eager mouth, she slid between my legs, and instantly I felt that little point center between the lips of my tingly pussy. A riot of honeyed thrills cascaded along my body. She hunched slowly, building my passion.
It was wonderful to have someone above me, pressing, finding the spot of my delight, even if there was no prick inside. I i ad put up with John's eccentricities long enough. Someone to admire me and fondle me-I had to have it. Now our mouths parted, because I had to breathe. I could feel her tremors of mounting pleasure, too. She braced her torso with her arms and swayed her titties across mine. I squirmed, meeting her dainty thrusts. That tiny point was on my clitoris, and stings of sheer molten honey spread through my loins.
"About to come, honey?" she breathed.
"Y-yes!"
"Delay it. Hold back. Wait for me."
"Ohhh ... I'll try, honey!"
She paused and the suspense grew. The feel of her wet pussy on mine was simply delish. I didn't really expect to have any deep, throbby comes, as I had with Ed-but maybe I would!
A few more wiggles, another pause. Sometimes when I masturbated I could make it last a while, but this was so much more delightful, sharper, keener. I was dangling there, panting, anxious. Suddenly I felt her breathing quicken, too. She shuddered. Her hips bobbed, our breasts collided, the bed swayed.
"Ohhh ... now, honey ... come with me ... come hard!" Terri cried.
I went wild. The juicy contact burned and flamed. Erotic needles pricked my whole pelvic area; my nerves gathered and burst!
"Ohhh, goddamn!" she cried, loudy. "Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... here I go!"
She almost bruised my pussy, pounding into it. But it hurt good. We writhed and gasped and shuddered out our pleasure. It was heady and sweet and voluptuous. My little gun really popped. Her hips slowed, as the sugary after-tremors claimed me, and I drifted down from the peak, knowing a now kind of sexual experience.
"You're just the best, honey," she whispered.
I had never felt more sluttish in my life. This was no real answer to my need; just a fill-in. It was wrong. An ache far inside me hadn't been eased. I knew the joys of a big, manly prick swelling and spouting in my spasming cunt, right at the best, the acme of feminine rapture, and nothing I could imagine would ever replace it.
After a rest, we took turns cleaning up in the tiled bathroom. I returned to the bed ahead of her. I felt relaxed, even if somewhat remorseful. But, other girls did it. Why couldn't I? Would I get hooked on this kind of sex? Or, on the other hand, would it help me at home, or with someone like Ed? Maybe I should assert myself more with my hubby. An article I had read recently said a man and woman should take turns being the aggressor.
After all, John had screwed me on Thursday night and, unless Sally had lied, he had got his jollies Friday night, too. Twice in two days. He looked virile enough. Maybe I was at fault. Right now, though, I was so mad at him I didn't think I could enjoy sex with him any more.
Terri came out of the bathroom and swung down beside me. Just seeing her started my glands working again. Her shaved pussy continued to intrigue me. She must have been reading my mind when she laughed and ran her hand down my tummy and said, "How would you like to make like the lead girl this time, honey?"
I felt a sharp thrill. "I don't know much about it, but I would like to try . "
"Well, okay," she giggled. "I'll just relax and you play around with me."
I was more than eager. Watching Sally bounce around on Ed had planted a few ideas, too.
I snuggled up to her and dropped my hand between her thighs, kissing her throat. I knew how I liked to be tickled, nice and slow, so I started by dancing my fingers along the velvety flesh close to her pussy. She opened up for me.
"You had a real good one, didn't you, honey?" she murmured.
"Ohh, I guess!"
"Mind if I talk while you play around."
"No. It's fun!"
"Doesn't your hubby ever talk sexy."
"Not much, Terri."
"Some gals really love it, and I never knew a man who didn't."
I was fondling her pussy now. She squirmed and hunched slowly. "Mmmmm ... you have a nice touch, sweetie."
"I ... never did take the lead," I said, thrilling at this new adventure.
"In some Oriental countries, the girl nearly always does. You know, with a man, I mean."
I kissed between her thrusty breasts, teasing my forefinger along her slit. She was moist. I caressed her clitoris. Oh, it was very prominent, again. She trembled.
"Not ... too ... much of that, yet, honey!" she gasped.
I was building up a nice head of steam. I loved it. My titties were tingling. I inched my lips out to one of her nipples, letting my hand rest on her cunt. I sucked the tender spire in my mouth.
"Ohhh!" she breathed.
I crossed over and teased the other nipple with my tongue, surprised at my skill, amazed at her reactions. She was shivering and her long legs twitched. My own nipples were as hard as flint; my twat just burned. This was lovely, being the lead girl.
"Ohh, I'm getting a nice hard-on, honey!" Terri breathed. "Drag it out."
"I'll make you beg for it," I said, boldly.
"Mmmmmm."
I slipped my finger into her pussy, and she hunched up on it. I sucked her nipples with more enthusiasm. I found my own hips making coital motions. As her passion climbed, so did mine. I was getting dizzy with need.
Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I began kissing lower, along her tummy, crawling backward on the bed. She guessed my intent.
"Ohhh, will you, honey?" she gasped.
"Yes!"
It didn't seem offensive to place my head between her thighs, and drop my mouth onto her pussy. I craved it. She spread way out, curving her cunt right up there, where I could experiment with it. I shot my tongue into her crevice.
"Ohhh ... ohhh!" she whimpered.
I was catching the hang of it, glorying in the shivers I aroused.
"Turn around, honey!" she begged. "Let me do it for you, too!"
I didn't hesitate. I needed touches, intimate contacts. In seconds I was astraddle her head, my hips lowered. She held my bottom and brought my twat down to her mouth. The quirks of joy almost made me shout. Her tongue was a hot saber. I was getting my pussy sucked for the first time, and did I love it? Ohhhhhhh!
I imitated her voluptuous stroking. We were both trembling, waiting, dallying. I was so close to going off I could hardly bear it. My nerves screamed for relief.
Talk about new sensations! I dug my fingers in her rump, as she was doing to mine. We made a few adjustments, her tongue went deeper; mine went deeper.
I felt her tense; her legs drew back. The heaven began in jerky little stings, all along my legs and up to my titties and as her tongue tip danced on my clitoris. I did my best to return the favor. Now it was sweeping through my loins, exquisite stabs of joy, rocking my senses, bursting in a golden shower of voluptuous sensation. Feeling the pound of her orgasm, her shimmy of completion, intensified my own pleasure.
I fell away, my hips still bucking, as the tremulous relief bathed my achy nerves. For long seconds I just gasped and drank in the intoxicating shivers of my cunt.
Terri's moan of relief filled me with a sense of vibrant accomplishment. But even then it wasn't as profound as when Ed shot his load into my throbby depths.
Half an hour later we were dressed and back in the living room. I'll have to admit I was rather pooped. A good kind of tiredness, though-relaxed, my hungers sated.
"You're terrific, honey," Terri giggled, giving me a hug. We were side by side, naturally. I didn't find her quite as appealing as I had earlier; a natural reaction, I suppose.
"It was fun," I had to admit.
"Mmmmm. We'll have some more good times, too. I'll have to work the rest of the week, days. Can you get away some evening?"
"I think I can find an excuse," I said.
"Well, be sure and call me. Or I'll call you. Your hubby von't think anything of it if a girl is on the phone."
How easy a Lesbian relationship was. I was having more guilt pangs.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" she murmured, cuddling one of my titties. My blouse and bra were in place, but the caress created a cozy feeling.
"If it ever got out ... "
"Honey, it won't! I can tell you need this, and I do too." She laughed. "I don't have a hubby to sleep with."
"Mine isn't much," I said, offering my lips. She kissed me, clingingly. No tongue, though. I had to get home.
"Men just don't understand how a girl-likes loving," she murmured.
When I reached home I undressed and had a good shower. I wanted to wash away the traces of her lilac perfume. Somehow, when I stepped out of the shower stall, I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. Was I tainted? Was I really queer? My nerves were a bit ragged, but at least I had rid myself of my passionsfor a while.
CHAPTER SIX
WEDNESDAY EVENING, WHEN JOHN CAME home, I knew right away he wanted some that night. And after a day of recuperation from Monday, I had to admit I was itchy again. But the idea didn't thrill me as it generally did.
He had been treating me somewhat better since our swap with the Uptons, though, acting like he had something in the house besides a housekeeper and a twice-a-week playing female. Maybe the suggestion that Ed had found me appealing was working on him. Of course, we didn't talk about it; he seemed rather ashamed of the whole party. We just weren't able to discuss sex.
As he kissed me and put on some pressure, I wondered if he had been looking at the girlie books down at the drug store. They had a whole display of them. I had left his little dandy hidden in the news magazine where he had hidden it.
Terri had called on Tuesday, saying she would be tied up evenings for a few days; an old boy friend had come to town. I suspected she had perhaps found another girl to break in, but I had no way of knowing.
John was a stay-at-home; we never went any place evenings.
And with Ed still out of town, I had only my hubby left!
"You've been acting different lately," John said, his hands around my waist.
No wonder! Since Friday night I had been properly screwed and had indulged in a Lesbian affair. I had watched Sally pump her joy out top-riding Ed.
"How do you mean?" I asked, trying to act bright and flirty. I did need some sexing; I hadn't masturbated recently, or used my new dildo.
"Well, you're wearing your clothes different," he said, looking down at me. I had put on shorts and halter, at Sally's suggestion, despite my ample proportions. But a strange thing had happened, too. Since Friday I had lost about fifteen pounds, and in the right places. Maybe if I got enough, as the saying goes, I'd trim down even more.
"I'm glad you noticed," I said, a bit dryly.
He acted a trifle embarrassed, and let me go. Why couldn't he pinch me on the rump and squeeze my titties, once in a while? A girl-likes to be touched and cuddled, even if there isn't any big sex thing coming up right away. Terri certainly understood that, and even Ed did, to a certain degree.
"Why don't we have a beer before dinner?" I asked, standing in the living room entrance. He already had the TV going. I had bought a six-pack that afternoon.
He looked around, frowning. "Alcohol dulls the sensibilities."
"You liked that wine Friday night," I reminded him. He flushed. "Did you buy some beer."
"Yes. We should have some for company, at least." He couldn't quite figure me out; I was surprising him. The fact that we both knew we had cheated had changed our whole behavior. And what if he knew about Terri?
He would probably blow his stack! It was a delicious secret. And the first time Ed called me I'd be willing to "help Sally out" again, too. I had already decided that. And if John didn't improve-well, divorce was nasty, but I'd go through with it, if necessary.
I had more confidence about being able to latch onto another man. Ed loved my big titties. This was a breast-conscious age. When love starts flying out of the window a girl has all kinds of errant, sensual thoughts.
"Okay, I'll have one," he said, settling back in his favorite chair.
While I opened the beer cans and found glasses, I took time to wonder why he was afraid to act normally in bed, as I had so many times before. The ultimate goal of most men was to put it in a desirable female. That was the way things had worked since the beginning of time.
What quirk in his make-up caused this dread or revulsion, or whatever it might be? I had read quite a few sex instruction books and articles and only once had I heard of a similar case. This man had been told by a domineering mother that sex was nasty, unclean and so on. He had masturbated regularly, as most men-and girls-do, in the growing-up years, and his marriage to a strong-minded woman had ended disastrously. In his case no remedy had been found.
John wasn't weak; I certainly didn't dominate him. He could hardly be called the athletic type, but he kept in good shape and didn't overeat. He had never mentioned his previous sexual experiences, and neither had I. Which is generally the best idea!
What made him go soft at the crucial moment? I was certainly no doctor, but if he could tell someone it might help. He knew plenty of doctors, being a druggist. Once I had hinted about him seeing a specialist, and it had made him angry; he hadn't acted sexy for a whole week afterward. Well, I couldn't put up with it much longer.
And, considering the fact that he had been slightly more attentive since Friday night, perhaps he wanted me to get my regular sex with someone who could function properly, like Ed. I had to be practical about Terri. I adored her, but it wasn't the answer. Someday I wanted a couple of children.
I had cooked a meat loaf and baked potatoes; they were already in the oven. The table was set. A salad was crisping in the refrigerator. He said I was a good cook; I kept the house spotless. He made good money. We were successful in every area except the most important one. Perhaps he thought he was, as long as I had my orgasm, and he had his-but I was sick of the way we did it.
Ed had reminded me of what a good, virile screwing was like. I loved it; I wanted more of it.
I was sure he wasn't queer. He liked girl-watching as well as any man. The girlie books he sneaked home were a good indication, too.
I served him the beer and sat across from him, letting my thighs drift apart, so he could see the outline of my pussy. The shorts were rather snug. He looked me over, all right. Those pounds I had lost hadn't decreased the size of my titties, thankfully! Ed had reminded me that I had something a lot of gals didn't, even if I was no raving beauty. My ability to arouse him, a handsome more sophisticated man, was doing wonders for my ego.
"Did you go downtown in that outfit?" he asked.
"No. Some gals go."
He squirmed uncomfortably. He even flushed slightly. Was he thinking about Sally?
"like me in shorts and halter?" I asked, smiling.
"Well, yes. You're just different, lately."
"I keep hoping," I said, sipping my beer.
He looked away. He wasn't even watching TV. "I'll ... try to be better," he muttered.
He had said that before. I had an answer ready, a hot one, but why spoil the evening? I did need some loving. If he failed to penetrate me again, I could give him a broadside.
"Oh, I know you will, honey," I said, encouragingly. "Come on, let's have dinner."
He brightened. I made a kidding remark about the girls who worked at the drug store, and the meal went along fairly well. The beer seemed to unlimber him a bit. But why does a wife have to be so proper and lady-like with her husband-and turn into a slut with someone else? It was ridiculous.
I remembered how Sally and Ed had talked, and my titties started to itch. I realized that sexy conversation helped stimulate me. Nothing wrong with it, certainly.
After dinner he watched a couple of TV programs, and I tidied up the kitchen. When he thought I wasn't looking, he took that news magazine out of the rack and began his secret little game of enjoying the girlie publication tucked in the center fold. I felt that nudge of annoyance, again. I wasn't sexy enough to give him the stimulation he evidently needed.
I decided things tonight would be a bit different or maybe he wouldn't get any! I always had my dildo.
About eight o'clock he went in the bedroom to put on his robe and pajamas. Same old deal. He always took a lot of time in there, getting ready, and I felt a real sneaky urge to peek. The door had a keyhole, a lock put there by the former owner. The key had been lost, but the aperture remained.
I sank down to my knees and peered through the tiny metal hole. As it turned out, I could see him okay. The overhead light was on, the drapes were drawn. He had just taken off his clothes, and stood naked in front of the vanity mirror. He was stiff! He made hunching motions with his hips and his right hand went down to his angled-out prick.
My eyes really opened. What in the world ... He started playing with himself! He was watching a small photograph that lay on the top of the vanity. His hand moved up and down on his cock. I had never watched anyone masturbate; I didn't feel it unnatural in itself, because I had plenty of times-but why, just before having sex with me, his wife? Maybe he wouldn't finish, though. Maybe he was just working himself up a little.
I heard a faint moan, his hips bunched, his hand went fast, and he shuddered. He grabbed a tissue and held it with his left hand-just as the white stuff spurted from the head of his penis.
I couldn't believe it. But there it was, in vivid reality. I had heard about some men who did this before going to a whore house, so the prostitute would have to work hard to get seconds.
John sank back on the bed and rested a moment. He cleaned off his pecker, and hid the small photograph in the pocket of his robe. I would have to have a look at that.
When he started putting on his pajamas, I left the door. All my previous ideas about him had to be changed, drastically. On the nights when he wanted me, I wound up with seconds, too. He was capable of two orgasms within an hour or so!
Why? That was the big question. Was he afraid he'd have a premature ejaculation if he started playing with me, as he always did?
I started getting mad. Of all the disgusting things. Hiding his real sensuality from me, having his fun with pictures of girlies. I felt cheated, put down.
Naturally, Sally wanted another swap!
This explained why it took him so long to have his come, the second time. But I didn't think it could explain his aversion to putting it in. Was he reluctant to let me know his true sex drives?
Ohhh, hell!
Before long he came out of the bedroom, smiling. He came around the end of the sofa and sat down in his accustomed place. Now, I was supposed to go in the bedroom, put on something slinky and get all perfumed up, so he could begin his long playing session.
"Mind if I don't change, honey?" I asked. I had already added more lipstick and cologne, in the right places, before he had entered the boudoir.
"But, don't you like ... the way we do it?"
I was determined. "Let's change the routine," I said. "Don't you get tired of the same old way?"
I wasn't being meek and submissive and eager. He was sorely puzzled.
"How would you like it, then?"
"I read this article about Oriental women. Sometimes the girl is the active partner."
He flushed. "Isn't that kind of sissy-fied?"
"The experts don't think so."
The cozy mood was fading. He seemed nervous and with what I now knew about him, it was no wonder. "I don't understand you, Diane."
"I don't think you ever tried," I said, dryly. My anger was rising. I knew I was going to blow the whole deal, and I didn't care. Watching him shoot his passion into a tissue had put a coldness inside me. "You know I'd like to have you put your cock in-at least once in a while!"
He stood up, his face pale. I had never uttered words like that, to him. It was time we had a showdown.
"I realize that," he muttered, unable to meet my eyes. He fumbled out a cigarette.
"You ought to go to one of your precious doctors," I flared, rising. "Or a head-shrinker kind, and find out why can can't screw the way most men do!"
His face twisted. He walked away to stand by the TV set, now off, thankfully.
"You get all those words from Sally, did you?" he sneered.
"Any girl knows the words, darling," I shot back. "I just never used them, on you. A little sexy talk never hurt anybody. It might even help!" I was really mad, now. "Why do you look at girlie pictures and then go in the bedroom and jack off before you play around with me?"
His eyes blazed; I thought he was going to strike me. Maybe I deserved it. "How did you..."
"Oh, I've found your smelly tissues, after you drop them in the wastebasket," I said, coldly. "I think it's time we talked about a divorce."
"You're lying!" he said. "About the tissues. I flushed them down the toilet."
I recalled now, after I had left the peep-hole, that I had heard the familiar sound from the bathroom. I had improvised.
"Does that make it any better?"
His shoulders slumped. He looked beaten. "No, I guess it doesn't. And if you want a divorce ... it can be arranged."
"I don't really want a divorce ... but what am I supposed to do? When we first got married you said you would do better ... and you know what I mean. I'm normal. Am I distasteful to you? Is that why you won't do it the way most men do? Is there something offensive about me?"
"No!" He was looking off into space, rigid, his jaw muscles working. "I ... don't know what's the matter with me."
"Well, could you do it with Sally?"
"No ... I never have!"
"I suppose you made it twice with her, though," I muttered.
"God! Do we have to go into all the details?"
My temper was fading. In a way, I felt sorry for him. But I couldn't build a marriage on compassion.
"You know what I'm talking about," I said. "You didn't use your hand before you went down by the river with her, surely."
He shook his head. "No. I was half-drunk."
"I'm sorry I brought all this up, John. But I'll tell you something if it'll make you feel any better, about your ... habit. I've had to do it, too. I just can't wait around for days and days. I enjoyed it with Ed. I'd like to swap again."
He sank into a chair, the one I had used when I had spread my legs and let him see my pussy. He mashed out his cigarette.
"Can't we start over, somehow? I don't want to lose you, Diane."
He looked very helpless, and I almost melted. But the old anger, the two years of frustration, couldn't be pushed aside in an instant.
"I'll think about it," I said. I left him and walked into the kitchen. My nerves were shot. I sank into a chair, tears in my eyes. I heard him go into the bedroom. The door closed. No reunion; no touches or kisses. I had knocked him down.
And how sweet and innocent I was! Having my fun with Terri, and Ed-and a dildo. But I don't think I would have done any of those things if I could have enjoyed normal, regular sex.
I watched TV awhile, not really seeing it, and the old restlessness returned. Denied again. He had taken his robe into the bedroom, so I wouldn't get to see that photo which had excited him so much, but I would take a closer look at the girlie book he had hidden in the news magazine.
I took it from its hiding place and shut off the TV set. I turned on one lamp and sat on the sofa. The girlie magazine was one I had seen at the supermarket newsstand, small in format, but with many colored pictures of babes in various stages of undress, most with their titties showing.
At least I could indulge my curiosity, and some of the poses I found mildly stimulating. The picture he apparently liked the best, since the pages opened there by themselves, was of a somewhat plump big-fitted brunette. Her heavy legs were drawn way back, her almost exposed crotch facing the camera. A wisp of blue scarf covered her pussy; evidently showing pubic hair was forbidden.
Her head was raised, she was looking at the camera, and her thick lips were rounded into an O, her tongue extended between them. I had to admit it was a very provocative colored shot, taking up the whole page. It was obviously posed to suggest that she was all ready and waiting for a turn-around, or sixty-nine.
I wasn't a man, naturally, but of course, with her rump in that position it would seem natural for a man to want to poke his prick into her pussy or play his tongue along it. But the invitation of her lips, rounded, with her big tits rising straight up, brown-crested, seemed to hint that she would prefer the prick in her mouth.
Would John really like to be Frenched? Maybe he was afraid to start; maybe if I took the lead and dropped my lips over his cock, which I had often craved to do, he would be willing to suck my pussy.
And I did want to get a prick in my mouth, just once, at least. Having Terri tongue my cunt had been dreamy. Some men did it, loved it. Perhaps John needed this added feature to come on strong, but was too reluctant to ask me. Another point about this picture intrigued me; the model was built just about the way I was-large, firm boobies, plump in the hips and thighs, even brown-haired. Her face wasn't especially pretty; her expression was very sensual, she wore a lot of makeup. Did he prefer plumpish gals, after all? Evidently, because he had married one.
I returned the girlie publication to its hiding place and returned to the sofa. I was over my mad now. I was hot. I would need a come before I could even consider sleeping.
Slipping up to the bedroom door, I listened. He was snoring. Sure, he had shot his wad. I opened the door, crept in and sneaked my vibrator from the lower vanity drawer. While there, I found a nightie, too. I would sleep in the guest bedroom. After I relieved my tensions, naturally.
Out in the living room again, I removed my shorts and halter. I sat down naked on the sofa, placing the dildo handily at my right. I sank back into a comfortable position, spreading my thighs, and began toying with my nipples. Ohhh, it was good. I did need it, badly.
The points tumesced quickly and stings of pleasure radiated from them. I compared very favorably with most of the big-breasted models in the magazine; in fact I had larger tits than most of them, and no sag, either. I squared my shoulders, bringing them forward even more. I caressed them all over, shivering. Now, if Ed were here to kiss them. Terri was good at it, too.
I closed my eyes and let sensual images dance in my mind. I was bent over a sofa and Ed was pushing his big prick in from the rear. Then, after awhile, I was on top of him, taking the active role, swinging my ass slowly up and down, making the head of his cock hit deep. Now, Terri had her mouth on my pussy, her tongue building my passion.
Oh, damn! Why did it have to be this way, taking substitutes? When Ed came back to town I'd be ready to tumble into his arms; the memory of his prick in my puss was sweet, sweet. If John didn't want to swap, poop on him! I needed good, steady manning; I needed nooners. I'd take him on anywhere-in the back seat of a car, out in the bushes.
Now my right hand went down to my moistened cunt, while my left stayed on my achy breasts. I played my finger along my slit, shivering. I hunched. Not too fast, though. I craved a nice, long buildup. My recent sexual experiences seemed to make this even better. I pushed the dildo under my right thigh, to warm it. My clitoris was erect, tingly. The erotic pressure in my loins and titties built even higher. Ohhh, I was going to have a dandy.
My pussy was slick and ready. I took the dildo in my right hand and started the pink head between the tender lips. It wasn't exactly like a prick, though. It was rather tapered on the end. But at least I was having something irk I watched it sink out of sight, except the handle part, and my cunt shivered around it. Ohhhhh ... delicious!
I rode it high, against my clit, and the spicy sensations increased. I hunched carefully, panting. This was the best part, almost-working on my need, delaying the fun. I shaped my lips as though I were receiving a prick; I squeezed my titties as the tips stiffened.
A lonely young housewife, having her pleasure with an object. A husband who wouldn't put it in.
I knew now I could have at least two orgasms; the achy need for it was just too much. I moved faster, liking to swing my rump, making the sofa squeak.
Ed was pouring the shaft to me, now. He was filling my box with stiff, vibrant prick. I imagined he was panting, stroking faster, faster. I wouldn't get that heavenly swell of his knob, just before he went off, but I had the vibrations. I turned on the power.
I moaned. Delectable quivers started in my pussy, fanning outward, along my thighs, up to my titties. Ohhh, God, it was coming, coming! Hard and fast now. Sock it to me, baby! Sock it, sock it. I shook all over, my heels hit the floor, my hips shimmied, and then the heaven came in sweet jerky waves. I think I cried out. I don't remember. I was having it, having it; my starved nerves were going bang, bang.
I sagged back on the sofa, breathing hard, savoring the balm of relief, my cunt still twitching. I left the shaft inside, but I turned the power off. I needed a moment to rest, to catch my breath.
See what you missed, John, I thought. You could have had that if you weren't such a jerk.
Presently, I cleaned my pussy a bit with some tissue and started again. Having another peak was a necessity. My cunt hadn't convulsed, my pelvis hadn't exploded as it had with Ed, but I couldn't have everything!
I played and played. I spent about twenty minutes building up to it, holding back, waiting, then jazzing it in and out again. Ohhh, I had a ball. And when the peak hit me, I did yell. I really went off big.
The deep sensations were somewhat better. But even when I was ready for bed, everything put away, my tensions eased, an ache still lay inside. I hadn't had what is known as a vaginal or total climax. I needed a male partner for that-a real virile man. Someone I could respect, adore, as I had John when we were first married.
Tomorrow, when he was gone, I would find that photo in his robe pocket. I had to know what he looked at when he used his fingers on his prick, and squirmed his come into a tissue.
I had trouble going to sleep. The guest bedroom was rather an unfamiliar place. I was lonely. I hadn't felt so completely alone since my single days.
But I was stubborn. If John didn't improve, we were through, finished. Ed wouldn't care whether or not I was divorced or married. He just liked good old-fashioned screwing, and that's exactly what I needed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"PASS ME ANOTHER BEER, ED," I LAUGHED giving him a high-voltage smile. He moved quickly to the tub of canned beer, packed with ice, and dug one out for me. I was sitting on a blanket in the shade of a big pine tree, wearing a new shorts-and-halter outfit I had bought the day before. They were rather snug, and Ed had been ogling me ever since John and I had walked out of the house to join Ed and Sally.
Sally had arranged a picnic. It was Saturday afternoon, the weather was ideal, and Ed had found a very good place for the outing, high in the timber country north of town. Another couple had been invited by Sally-Carl and Eve Hill. Carl was a truck driver who worked with Ed part of the time. Slender and wiry, he was about John's age.
Eve was a cute, curvy blonde I had met one day over at Sally's; she was around twenty-two, and they-I mean she and Carl-had been married a couple of years or so. Her shorts and halter were nearly as skimpy as mine, and of course, Sally's were hardly anything. More like a bikini swim suit.
Sally had already hinted that the Hills were in a swapping mood, which might be interesting. Carl looked virile enough; he was dark and well tanned, pleasant. He had brought a guitar along, and was reputed to be clever at singing suggestive ditties.
The food was in cold hampers, the tub was full of beer, and a festive mood prevailed in the grassy meadow. Already there appeared to be a start at pairing off; Eve was hanging around John, and Carl was kidding with Sally. Sally evidently wanted a change. I wondered if she and Ed had already swapped with Carl and Eve.
John appeared rather embarrassed by Eve's interest; she was a pretty little thing, giggly, almost silly. Her outfit was yellow. I had picked a deep blue, and Sally's near-bikini was red, naturally. She like to show off.
"You look great in that kind of an outfit," Ed murmured, sitting beside me on the blanket. Taking a tip from the girlie magazine, I had put on eye make-up and accented my full mouth more. I had to admit I looked sexier, and with my poundage down more, even Sally commented on my appearance.
In a little aside, before we had gotten started on the picnic, Sally had giggled and said:
"You look ravishing, honey. John been giving you a little?"
"No."
"Well, Ed's dying to get his hands on you-so look out."
"I'm not as bashful as I was," I said. I was remembering how she and Ed had talked while they were horsing around in their bedroom. Today I was going to let go. I could talk as sexy as the next girl.
Now, I smiled at Ed and leaned closer, whispering in his ear.
"Did you miss me while you were out of town?"
"Hell, yes!"
I felt a keen edge of excitement. "When are you going to take me out in the bushes, honey?"
The hunger flared in his dark eyes; he stared at my bulgy halter. My nipples were starting to indent the blue snug cloth. I hadn't had any since the night John had failed me; I was ready for fun, believe me.
"Soon!" he breathed.
I looked down at his crotch, and I could see his prick bulged in his tight trousers. His male aroma was titillating my nerve centers.
"My pussy's getting itchy," I whispered.
He chuckled. "You've got a cute one."
I could tell he was pleased at my boldness. Oh, I was learning fast.
There was more chatter, with Sally hogging most of the conversation. Eve giggled at everything she said. Sally hadn't mentioned anything more about helping me out herself, but her eyes continued to communicate. Since my one Lesbian experience, I was more hep; Sally wanted to get in my panties, all right. And maybe, just for the hell of it, I'd let her.
John could have his hand and his girlie books. Something else, too. I had found that photograph in his robe pocket. It was billfold size. It showed an obviously Oriental girl, with her thighs cocked back, her shaded twat spread invitingly, and her mouth was also shaped in an O, like the one he enjoyed in the girlie magazine. Why couldn't he come on, and ask if I'd like to have my pussy kissed? I knew I would enjoy having a prick in my mouth. If he still couldn't work up the nerve to push it in, maybe a 69 would help.
He had big problems, and I wasn't in the mood now to try to solve them. Let him go to a doctor.
About half an hour later, and another beer apiece, Ed said he had a point of interest up the trail he wanted to show me. Nobody protested. John was letting Eve hold his can of beer while he drank. Her left tittie was pressed, against his arm. Sally said something about Carl showing her a new trail, too.
Trembling, I followed Ed out of the clearing.
"Don't be gone too long, kiddies. We'll eat before we get too drunky on beer."
"Who wants to eat?" Carl quipped, his arm around Sally's lissome waist.
I didn't hear the answer; Ed and I were moving up the trail he had indicated. As soon as we had gone about fifty feet, around one turn in the brush-bordered path, he turned and slipped his arms around me. Naturally, I held my mouth up for a kiss, and I got it.
His tongue shot into my eager mouth; I pressed my titties and my hips boldly against him. I couldn't recall when I had been so anxious for a good sexing. Ever since Sally had started talking about the picnic, on Friday, my panties had been warm. I had almost played with myself that evening, but I had managed to hold it off. Now, I was burning for it.
His tongue went deep, his right hand came up between us, capturing my titties. I coiled my tongue around his; I arched my boobies out. Delectable stings of joy were coasting along my body, centering in my puss. The memory of his big cock made me shiver.
"Let's get further up the trail," he breathed, shaping my tingly breasts. "I know a good spot."
"I can hardly wait," I said, watching his hand on my halter. "like my titties, honey?"
"Jesus, you know it! Come on."
I walked ahead of him so he could observe the wiggle of my rump. I was babbly with excitement. A chipmunk darted ahead of us, along the path, tail flirting. I flirted my own tail. Ed came up closer and copped a few feels, where my thighs rubbed together as I walked.
"Do it some more, honey!" I giggled.
His hand answered, tickling around. My pussy was turning moist.
A few moments later we entered a small clearing. I sank down in the grass, my legs a bit wobbly from the climb and his caresses. He stood in front of me, unbuttoning his sport shirt. His trousers were pushed way out. I spread my legs while I unfastened my halter. He stared at my pussy, so clearly outlined under my shorts.
My titties came tumbling free just as his pants fell.
"Terrific!" he said, his voice choked.
I cupped my breasts in my hands, boldly thrusting them toward him. "Come and get 'em, honey."
Now his white briefs came down. He kicked them free. His cock was really up there, big and long and brown. I looked at his prick, admired it, shivering up a storm. Quickly I unfastened my shorts, rose up enough to slide them away from my hips. I took my pink panties right along with them. In seconds I was nude, spread out, my pussy wet and waiting.
We could play around later; I knew from his flushed expression he was ready to mount me, and he wasn't long doing it, believe me! With a moan he sank between my thighs, his big shaft finding the mark. The touch of his big head on my tender labia drew a moan from me, too.
Now it was entering, delectably. His mouth found a tumid nipple; my burning cunt surrounded his prick, as he pushed in, and erotic claspings, honeyed shiverings of my vagina attested to my need.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... Oh!" I cried. "I'm coming!"
He stroked twice, and that did it. My box convulsed; the heaven struck me in juicy, feverish waves. I lunged upward, pressing his head way deep as my gun went off, and off, and ohhhhh offffff!
"Goddamn!" he cried, holding there, deep, while I finished my glorious, quick come.
"Ohhh, that was good, honey!" I murmured, squeezing my legs around him. "You didn't, did you?"
"No."
"Ohhh, wonderful. I need more-and more. I just need a real good screwing!"
He began to slam me with hard, deep strokes. I met every one, panting, curving my titties up for his mouth, swimming in a rising tide of yearning. He mouthed a taut nipple, sucking hard. My pussy commenced to quiver again. He felt it, heard my labored breathing, my moans, and he went faster, faster.
At the end he rose up higher, and I lifted my head, watching his big shaft go in and out of my cunt. Ohhh, it was just oodles of fun; it was wild and hairy and sweet.
"Shoot it to me, honey!" I cried, remembering how Sally had cried out. "Hit me! Make me go off hard."
"Goddamn!" he muttered.
Now I felt his big knob swell; his body tensed, his strokes seemed to be going clear through me. My pussy vibrated, my nerves gathered, my breath went out of my lungs, and suddenly I felt the heavenly swell and throb of his prick, the exquisite outpouring of his juice, and my whole pelvis erupted in the most excruciating series of blasts I had ever known. I shouted. I had to. But my voice was muffled by the trees and the brush, and I floated down in a quaky trough of total release.
The deep ache was gone. I had had my vaginal climax. Nothing could match it-absolutely nothing.
He flattened on me, his chest mashed on my titties, his cock not quite so large, but still gratifyingly hard. He let it soak in my cunt for long delirious moments. I felt his come start to dribble from my box, and he rolled away. I fumbled open my purse, found some tissue and sopped up the juice. He rested, flat on his back, still breathing hard.
Oh, it was so good to know he had poured his virility into my box, and not out in the air, as John did.
I cuddled up beside him, my hand sliding across his chest.
"Was I good, honey?" I whispered. "Goddamn!" he murmured. "You really tore it out of me."
I giggled. I reached down and cuddled his half-soft prick in my fingers. It was so nice to feel it, hold it. I was starved for this kind of intimacy.
"You can have it again, any time you want it, honey," I murmured.
He sighed. He raised his head and chuckled. "You know, you're about the best piece I ever had."
"Oh, you tell all the girls that!"
It was easy to flirt and talk sexy, I loved it.
"No, I don't, sugar," he smiled. "I don't know quite how to say it, but you've got the damnedest action inside. That hubby of yours doesn't know how lucky he is."
I couldn't tell him. How could I say, the poor jerk's never had it in me! He's afraid!
"I'm glad you like it," I whispered. "I just love it!"
His hand wandered down my tummy to my pussy; he cupped it gently.
"You know, Diane, when I first saw you today, I could hardly believe it. You look better, sexier. No kidding."
I giggled. "You helped when you turned me on last Friday night."
He shook hfc head. "Doesn't John give you ... any?"
"Hardly any, honey. Hardly any, at all. "I wish you'd brought a blanket," I said, glancing down at my bare rump, which rested on his shirt. "I'll go back and get one," he answered, winking. "No. I want you here, honey."
He was sitting beside me, using his trousers for a cushion. His left arm was around my waist and where do you suppose his right hand rested? On my big titties, naturally. We were resting a bit, horsing around, both knowing we needed more. It was wonderful, having a man around who knew what to do with his prick.
I was dying to hold it again, feel it grow and swell into hardness, but I could wait awhile!
"These are something," he said, running his fingers along the under-slope of my left breast.
"I love to have them played with!" I said, boldly.
His fingers gradually slipped upward to my nipple, and he pinched it playfully. I shivered, kissing his neck. He moved to my other tittie, cavorting over it, making my nipple sting and tingle. I couldn't resist any longer; I reached down between his legs and shaped my fingers around his pecker.
"This is something, too!" I murmured. It was starting up again, turning hard. I eased the foreskin down, exposing the pink, expanding head. I got so little of this I was simply starved for it.
"Honey, will you stretch out and let me do the ground work?" I whispered.
"Sure-as long as I can feel your titties."
"I expected you to do that," I giggled. He was going to let me. I was quaking with excitement. He sank back, his shoulders on the deep grass, and immediately I leaned over him, brushing my nipples across his tanned chest. He caressed my waist and hips and shoulders, saving my pussy for later, which I fully appreciated.
"We're going to make this one last, aren't we, honey?" I murmured.
He chuckled. "As long as you want, baby. But you get all the fun you can. You know, a man can't make it as many times as a girl."
"So I've heard!" I laughed. It was so good to be able to kid around and talk. John was always so damned serious and tight-lipped about the whole thing, a bit on the sneaky side, as though he were doing something dirty. Maybe he hadn't grown up yet.
I kissed him on the mouth, and he let me take the active role, plunging my tongue deep. Then we opened our mouths wide and played tongue-wrestle, with just the tips in contact. I straddled him, bringing my pussy down on his prick, as it lay along his belly, rubbing my cunt back and forth. He kept fondling my titties, making them hard. I was panting; I was having a ball.
"Care if I kiss your prick, honey?" I murmured.
"Hell, no!"
I shuddered. Oh, how I wanted to try it! The beer and my new outlook combined to give me all kinds of courage.
"I'll do the same for you, baby," he said, toying with my nipples, making sweet twinges sweep along my body.
"Oh, will you, honey?"
"Turn around, and I'll show you," he urged.
This was just too too. I knew I'd have a come, soon. "I'm kind of green, Ed."
"Never mind."
I made the turn-around, spreading my thighs over his face, while I held his prick in my right hand and lowered my lips. I was dizzy with need. I had read about this, heard about, dreamed of it, hoping my husband would lead me.
He gripped my bottom with his hands and brought me down into the right position. I braced myself with my knees, so I wouldn't mash down too hard. Just as my lips surrounded the swollen knob of his passion, I felt a hot stab in my shivery cunt. His tongue seemed to burn me with sugary fire. It was a new kind of sensation, having a man jazz his tongue into my puss. Delectable.
My body began to shake; I wanted to make thrusts with my hips, but that would break the voluptuous contact. I felt the ripple of my come, knifing along my thighs, searing my pussy. His tongue hit my clitoris, and whoooom!
I had to lift my mouth from his cock, because I cried out. The orgasm twisted and rolled through my pelvis in delicious waves.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... honey ... I'm going ... off!" I shouted. My titties throbbed, my cunt throbbed. I had a wild one.
When it was over, I was a little weak and shaky; I fell away on his side, and turned around, so I could mash my breasts on his chest and savor the last of the pleasure in that position. At last my hips could move, and as the sugary nuances continued, I dry-fucked his leg, cuddling his prick in my hand. Ohhh, it was swoony and dreamy and so relaxing, and I had another kind of shivery peak of feeling with hardly any more moving, at all. My mouth still seemed to burn with the impress of his cock, and I was sure that had caused my multiple climax. I softened on him, floaty with bliss.
"I never had it like that, honey," I breathed.
"Neat. You're doing fine!"
I rested, and before long you know what I was doing? Sliding on top, so my wet pussy was right next to his rigid pole.
Now I wanted another first. I rolled my titties on his chest and hunched and whispered.
"Are you going to let me top-ride, Ed?"
"Hell, yes!"
"I'm just dying to try it!" I was so relaxed and warm all over I didn't care what I said or did.
"Christ, haven't you ever done that, either."
"Nooo."
"Where have you been all your life, baby."
"In a hick town and living with a stupid man," I said.
He chuckled. "Well, it's all yours."
I had watched Sally, so I had a pretty good idea about the method. I rose up and let his pecker lift to its natural angle. He reached down there, fondling my cunt, and stabs of mounting joy whirled through my loins. Even I was amazed that I could enjoy myself even more. I was all built up to a high level of sensitivity; I seemed to have reached a kind of sensual plateau where a few touches and squeezes could send me into another delicious come.
Finally, he drew his hand away, and I swung forward a bit, feeling the big head contact the burning lips of my puss. Ohhh, almost. Another wiggle, another try and I moaned as his knob started going in. I had him, now.
I had never been so slicked up inside. The instant I felt him sliding up there, my box shivered, my legs stiffened. I hunched down, hard, driving him all the way into my cunt. I was having it again! It wasn't fierce or total, but ohhhh, how dreamy! I rested there, shuddering, feeling my cove vibrate around his prick.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"Ohhh, double-damn!" I giggled.
His lips closed around a nipple; I started my top-riding in earnest. It was easy, really. The motions came naturally; I loved the freedom of it; I could rotate, and hold up high, then come down in little jerky lunges.
"Is it going to be good for you, honey?" I panted.
"Beautiful!" he answered.
"I want to be the best wiggle you ever had!" When a girl was burning hot she was entitled to say almost anything!
"Just keep on playing with it, baby. Make it last."
So I did. I rested; I bounced; I went around and around; I rode high, so the ridge of his prick slid along the point of my tender clitoris. With practice, I would probably do better, but I was giving it the old college try. The flutters in my pussy grew sweeter; with his cock in me I seemed to have more exquisite sensations than any other method could bring.
Why couldn't John give me stuff like this? Denying me, using his hand-it wasn't fair. He liked my body but only in a certain way.
Finally, I realized Ed couldn't hold it back much longer. He was going to make it; I could tell by the stiffening of his prick, his tremors.
I needed that deep twanging again. Ohhh, how I craved it. After another long, excruciating pause, I started the fast bounces.
"That's going to do it, baby!" he gasped.
"Come on, honey," I urged, wantonly, sweeping deeper and harder. "Come to me ... Shoot it away up in me!"
His face contorted; he hunched up, his hands clenched. My cunt was tensing, the preliminary shivers made me moan with delight. My rump flew, my titties bobbed. Every nerve in my body seemed ready to explode. Faster, faster. We were both panting, straining. The first flutters of my box signaled the start of my come. The head of his prick swelled, his shaft hardened, giving me that voluptuous joy I had known only with a real live cock.
The heavenly spasms started. I came down real hard, jamming his prick against a sensitive place at the deep end of my love cove. His spurts hit me before I reached the acme of sensation; but in a heartbeat my gun was just popping and popping as those sugary clenchings and tightening on his prick hurled me into a tizzy of ass-pounding, throbbing release. My whole body vibrated.
I had waited over a week for this, and I was having it! Each lovely spasm fulfilled a basic need, ripping the honey from my loins. I must have shouted; I don't even remember. I rested on him until all the tiny after-tremors subsided, leaving me weak and spent and dreamily relaxed. My titties made nice cushions. His arms fell away in the grass; his labored breathing eased. This was what a red-blooded girl needed-total satiety.
"You really are something, Diane," he murmured, recovering, hugging me close. "Ohhh, I guess!"
He smiled, patting my bottom. "A terrific top-rider."
He couldn't know how much this meant to me, realizing a measure of success. Over two years of wondering, guessing, growing to despise my husband because he wasn't a man-or wouldn't perform like one.
"I did my best," I giggled. "You're a natural, baby."
And wouldn't it have been nice now to have a husband whisper words of love and adoration? But my hubby was out in the bushes with a cute blonde named Eve. I could assume that, anyway.
Keep it on the fun level; don't be serious.
In a few moments we were ready to go back down the trail. His shirt and trousers had grass stains, they were wrinkled, but he laughed it off.
"Best grass sandwich I ever had," he chuckled, squeezing my waist.
"Oh, I'm not that good, honey."
"Don't underrate yourself all the time. Look, can I call you along about Tuesday afternoon."
"Yes."
"I'll be in town this week." I nodded. "I'll be waiting, Ed."
"That must have been quite a point of interest," Sally quipped, as we stepped into the picnic clearing. She and Carl were having a beer; their manner indicated they had had an interesting time.
"Where are John and Eve?" Ed asked, walking to the beer tub. The ice had melted down considerably.
"Haven't come back from their walk," Sally laughed.
"Oh, we're here now, kiddies!" the blonde answered. She appeared, walking ahead of John. He had a foolish grin on his face. I felt a wave of jealousy. My watch said over an hour had passed. Maybe she liked my husband's methods; she was still giggly and obviously pleased about the whole situation.
"I'm hungry," Ed said, and everybody laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WE WERE JUST FINISHING LUNCH WHEN a pickup appeared bearing a Forest Service emblem on the door. A big, bronzed man climbed out, smiled rather curtly and announced that we would have to leave; a forest fire was burning over the next ridge. It was under control at the moment, but the situation could change.
I was rather glad, actually. I had had plenty of nookie for one day, and Ed was acting rather pooped, too. I was glad because of something else, also. The ranger was the most virile man I had ever seen! He didn't wear a wedding ring, and before he left his glances at me indicated he was very pleased with how I looked.
Carl knew him slightly. His name was Judson Edwards. He hadn't been in the area long; he was from Montana. When he pulled away in his pickup I gave him a warm smile and got one back.
"Let's go to our place and finish the party, kids," Sally suggested.
No one objected. To be quite proper, we sat with our husbands for the ride back to town. John said hardly a word, which was fine with me. I kept thinking about Judson Edwards; he was not handsome, but he had a kind of rugged appeal that stirred my interest. I knew I had to find out more about him. If I was going to keep chasing around I might as well do a good job of it!
An hour later Sally and I were in her bathroom fixing our hair and make-up. Eve had been in ahead of us; she was out in the Upton living room, supposedly entertaining the boys until we two broads appeared. After a couple more beers I was feeling frisky again. Beds would be more comfortable than the hard ground in a meadow.
"like to swap again, honey?" Sally asked, as she touched up her mouth. "Well, why not?"
"Good! You take Carl and I'll latch onto John. I think Ed would like a whirl at Eve."
Something new, something different; that was the name of the game.
"I thought you and John didn't hit it off too well," I said, rather dryly.
She laughed. "That wine was too much for him, honey. The way Eve's acting he couldn't have done too badly!"
As long as we were down to basics, I asked. "How is Carl, anyway?"
"Not bad, honey. Not bad at all."
I should have felt a strong thrill at the prospect of having a new man play around with me, but after seeing Judson, all three of those in the living room seemed to be lacking in total masculinity-even Ed. I had had my fun with him, though, and what else did I expect?
"Are the boys willing?" I asked.
"Natch. Ever hear of a man who didn't like a new broad? Come on, let's go!"
"What'll we do for a third bedroom?"
She giggled. "Use your imagination, honey. If you and Carl get going, take him over to your place."
Just before we left the bathroom, Sally slipped her arm around my bare waist and whispered:
"When are we going to get together, honey?"
I drew her hand away. "I'll think about it," I said, remembering Terri. She appealed to me more than Sally did.
We joined the group in the living room. Eve and Ed were dancing. Sally had started the stereo earlier; it was now oozing slow jazz. Immediately Carl took my hand, his eyes running up and down my figure, and Sally wiggled up to John. The word was out. The boys wanted to finish the evening with a different chick. And the chicks weren't fighting it.
I had to admit Carl's arm felt good around my waist. He was slender and strong; he exuded a pleasing man-aroma. The beer and his nearness began kicking up a fuss in my glands.
"You're smooth, Diane," he said, into my ear.
"If you like 'em plump," I laughed.
I noticed Eve plastered to Ed; she was giving him some slow hip grinds, giggling, of course. Sally and John were in the dark end of the living room. She had turned the lights down very low.
Carl looked down at my bulging halter. "A girl can't have too much there to suit me."
"A tittie man, huh?" I asked, boldly.
He laughed. "Why don't we step out in the kitchen for another beer?"
"Pretty dark out there," I murmured, flattening my hips against him. "But I'll risk it."
The other four couldn't have cared less. He guided me into the shadowy kitchen, and immediately both of his arms slid around me. I decided to practice on him. For too many years I had been a meek, submissive dame; it was high time I began to assert myself, act sexy. I had done it with Ed, and the fun had been delicious!
I hunched boldly on his crotch and squirmed my breasts to his chest. When his mouth found mine, I shot my tongue into his lips.
He trembled; his right hand lifted toward my halter. I got some charges stroking my tongue against his. I swerved my lips away, teasingly.
"Take my halter off and play tittie," I whispered. "I need lots of it!"
"Damn!" he breathed, surprised at my responses.
I helped him with the halter. My boobies came surging out into his hands. He had both of them ready. I weaved my shoulders, making my breasts jiggle. He fondled them, his touches shooting tremors of desire down my spine.
"Get your prick out, honey. I want to play with it!"
He appeared startled. But he quickly unzipped his pants, and brought his pecker from hiding. He was fairly well endowed; not as big as Ed, but almost as long.
I danced my fingers along his prick. I leaned against a counter and pushed my tits out as far as they would point. He shivered, fondling my charms, making my nipples stiff and tingly. Oh, it was real fun.
"Make them hard, honey!" I panted. "I love it."
"Boy, have you got 'em!" he exclaimed.
I drew his hips close and dry-fucked his pecker on my bare tummy, just above my snug shorts. I caressed his balls and tickled his cock.
He leaned down, finding a nipple with his mouth.
"That's it, honey," I breathed. "You're giving me a wonderful hard-on!"
I squirmed, pretending more passion than I felt at this stage of the game. I purposely didn't lower my shorts, teasing him. Fondling a cock is something a girl should do, and I hadn't had enough of it for years. But I didn't pump him, that would bring him around too soon. I was learning, all right.
He sucked the other nipple, fondling the tittie that wasn't being kissed. He was pretty good. My twat was starting to burn with that old familiar yearning.
"Let's go over to our house and you can have the rest, Carl."
"God, yes!" he panted. He was getting almost overexcited; we needed a break in the action.
I pushed him away and put my halter back in place. Reluctantly, he stuffed his pecker back into his trousers. We slipped out of the back door, into the cool darkness. I led the way across the lawn between the two houses. He followed like a hound dog after a coon.
The house was dark and quiet. I turned on a lamp in the living room and led him into the bedroom, the place where I had known so many disappointments. Now a stranger was here, a man I had met only today. Did it matter any more? The plump, shy housewife was finally turning into a swap-bunny.
I flicked on the bedside lamp and unfastened my halter. I tossed it on the floor. He was unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his trousers in quite a hurry.
"Slow down, honey. We don't want to rush this," I said, weaving my hips.
He nodded, but he was almost out of his clothes already. His eyes were glazed with passion. I found the zipper on my shorts; they loosened, and I let them fall.
I had already removed my panties over at Sally's place. Just a hindrance.
He stared at my nude body, his pecker stiff and ready. I sat on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs.
"Now tease me up good, honey," I said thrusting my tits out.
He didn't waste any time; he swung down at my right and grabbed a handful of breast. I fingered his prick. The end of it was all wet. Again I felt a sense of elation that I could arouse a reasonably handsome male. John's dilly-dallying had given me a kind of inferiority complex. Other men wanted to put it in me even if he didn't.
"You're pretty good, honey," I murmured, watching his hands move over my titties. "Now work on my pussy awhile, huh?"
My bold words seemed to excite him even more. He let his hand slide down my belly, then in between my legs. He fiddled around on the soft inner sides of my thighs and thrills of pleasure made me tremble. I hunched.
"Damn!" he muttered, cupping my snatch at last. I rotated my hips on his fingers and squeezed his prick. Things were going to be all right; I was sure now I could have another come, maybe two!
He mouthed a tender nipple and pushed his play-finger into my cunt.
"Ummmmm!" I breathed. "Kiss me down there, will you, honey?"
"Suck. I'll suck your cock if you want me to."
He seemed astonished at my words. Sally wasn't the only broad who could talk sexy. He didn't answer; he got down on his knees and pushed his head between my legs. I had loved it when Terri sucked my pussy.
The way he went at it, gripping my rump and nuzzling around, I figured he had had some experience. His tongue found the sensitive mark; sharp stings of joy ran through my loins. I curved my puss toward this source of delight. His tongue probed, sending waves of excitement along my thighs. My titties were firm, my nipples expanded. Ohhh, he did know how! It was getting real hot and delectable.
"Now ... put it in, honey!" I cried.
He reared up, letting go of my rump and bringing his prick in toward my cunt. I backed away, sliding to the middle of the bed, not letting him make contact, yet. Panting, he chased me.
"Hold still," he muttered.
"You can have it, now," I whispered.
He was shaking with need. He made a few stabs before he found the moist, heated cove.
Quaking, shuddering, I took him in. Ohhh, God, it was nice to be filled again. I wondered just how much I could use in one day. But after I had starved along for years, a feast was in order. I was content this time to let the man do the work. I'd had enough topping out for one day.
He seemed to regain some of his control; he pushed slowly in and out. My pussy was quivering and clenching. This appeared to stir him a great deal. Ohhh, hell, he was shuddering and his prick was swelling. He moaned.
"Not yet!" I cried-but I was too late. He lurched and pounded. I felt the swell of his knob; his body stiffened; his strokes deepened, and I tossed my ass fast, almost there-almost.-not quite. I felt the outpouring of his juice, and finally, after a burst of lifts, I made it. My cunt vibrated; my nerves exploded; the sweet spasms hit me. It was not as good as with Ed, but I was getting it, and why split hairs about it?
He was sweaty with effort, and our bodies were stuck together, while my legs jerked and my boobies throbbed. I sailed into the aftermath, crying out my pleasure.
"Damn, that was good!" he gasped, limp as a rag above me. His prick was shrinking. I had taken all the starch out of it.
"Pretty good screw, am I?" I giggled.
"Oh, you know it, baby."
His gratitude made me wonder. Didn't all girls have those clenchings and fluttering in their cunt when they went off? Well if they didn't, they couldn't know what they were missing.
Carl wasn't near the cocksman Ed was, however. I didn't think I'd let this guy have any more. He was too quick on the trigger, even after Sally had got his first wad. Or had she?
I was turning into quite a slut.
CHAPTER NINE
I WAS AFLUTTER INSIDE, WAITING FOR MY date to show up. The cocktail lounge in the shopping center, where I had said I would meet him, was so dark I had nearly stumbled finding a table back in a corner.
It was Tuesday afternoon. On Monday I had called the Forest Service office and left my number with the girl who answered. Judson Edwards was out in the field most of the time. At four o'clock the phone rang, at last. Yes, he remembered me; he seemed extremely pleased that I had called. I said I had something rather important to tell him, in private, so the date had been arranged. He was due any moment.
I wore my newest shortie skirt and blouse, nylons and high heels. I had had my hair done Monday; I felt I looked my best. I didn't know any of the people in the lounge, which helped. This was my first real sneak date since I had married John-not counting the one with Terri. That was different.
Ed hadn't called. Perhaps he was slipping out with Eve. John hadn't touched me since the swap-around on Saturday night; in fact, we were hardly speaking. I wasn't sure I wanted his hands on me again; I'd had a taste of how a man could be, and I was wild for more.
I saw Judson enter the lounge, and he had trouble seeing, as I had. Finally, he spotted me and came over. Even his stride exuded a special attraction; my hands were shaky on my highball glass. Just why this big, tanned fellow appealed to me so much I couldn't tell. I felt a bit shameless, though-calling him, throwing myself at him.
He took the empty chair beside me.
"This was quite a surprise, Diane." His voice was deep, penetrating. I liked his slacks and shirt, the fragrance of him; I was tingly all over!
"I lied a little," I smiled. "I just wanted to get to know you better."
"I'm very flattered. But you are married, aren't you?"
"Yes."
The cocktail waitress came, breaking the conversation momentarily; he ordered a plain cola for himself and another highball for me. He explained he had to report back to his office before going home; he couldn't drink liquor under these circumstances.
"Are you afraid of married gals?" I asked, flirtily.
He smiled, but there was something taken off of it, as they say in baseball.
"No." He looked down at his glass. "My wife died of cancer over a year ago; that's one of the reasons I left Montana. She was doing some chasing before she became ill. It upset me. You understand?"
I nodded, a bit of coldness creeping into my being.
"I guess it's an old story I'm about to tell. I'm about to leave my husband. We aren't getting along at all."
"I see. Diane, you're a very desirable young woman. I don't know how to say this easy, but ... I guess I'm a kind of one-girl man. Catching my wife with another man sort of drove the spike in deep."
"I'm sorry," I said. I suddenly felt like a cheap floozie.
He looked at me very intently, searching my face, my expression. "If you're ever free, Diane ... Well, you're my kind of girl. I've asked some questions about you. You see how it is, though."
I was suddenly very angry. A woman spurned.
"Yes, I see," I said, dryly. "Thanks for the drink!"
I pushed the chair back, grabbed my handbag, and left the table. Blindly I walked out the back door, into the bright sunshine. Ohhh, damn him!
As I drove home I felt tears of frustration sliding down my cheeks. Turned down. Big and honorable, was he? I was furious. My first real attempt at snaring some stray nookie, and I had failed, miserably.
Well, I had Ed and even Carl-and Terri I even had my dildo. To hell with him! Here I was, all gussied up and no one to turn to.
Once at home I called the freight office where Ed worked; he was out on a haul, wouldn't be back until evening. I didn't leave a number. Terri would be working, of course.
"Ever free," kept ringing in my ears. Well, if I did divorce John, I wouldn't be calling Judson!
Sally's familiar knock on the back door screen jarred my thoughts. She drifted in, smiling and lissome. She wore revealing shorts and halter, as usual on warm afternoons.
"Well, all decked out, aren't you, honey? Been out getting an after-nooner?"
Those two drinks still bubbled in my veins. "Yes, and it didn't work out."
She giggled. "These men can be kind of frustrating, honey. If John wasn't home, I could send Ed over tonight."
"Maybe John would be interested in dropping over your way," I said.
A slight frown passed across her face. "He might, but not me. Honest, honey. I don't see how you can put up with him! I talked to Eve, and she doesn't want any more dates with him, either. Do I have to go into details?
"Spare me," I said bitterly.
"Well, cheer up. The next time we have a party maybe you can get John out of town or something, and we'll find you a good date-one we can all enjoy!"
"Fat chance!" I exclaimed.
She smiled slyly. "Has Ed called?"
"Not while I was home."
"He will. And I don't mind. How'd you get along with Carl?"
"We made out."
"Good! He thinks you're quite a chick." Her voice lowered. "What do you do to these guys, honey? Eve said he could hardly do anything after you got through with him!"
I flushed. "I've put up with John a long time." She nodded. "Do I smell gin on your breath, honey?"
"I had a couple of drinks."
"Let's go in the living room and unlax. You haven't got a shot for me, have you?"
"Would a beer do? That's all we have."
"Natch! Cheer up-better things are coming, honey."
I opened a couple of beers, and we moved in to our sofa. That look was in her eyes again-that girl-and-girl thing. She sprawled with her long thighs apart, and the view of her pussy, hugged by her red shorts, drew my eyes.
"I haven't had any since the party," she giggled, leaning close, breathing on my neck.
"Not even any nooners?" I quipped.
"They're keeping Ed pretty busy. You know, I think you're as itchy as I am ... right now."
The beer, on top of the liquor, was starting to kick me. "Oh, damn these men!" I said, thinking of Judson.
"I can't imagine any guy turning you down," she whispered. "All dressed up. I like your blouse, and you ought to wear nylons more; you look real sexy in them!"
My skirt was halfway to my hips. I didn't care.
"Honey," she murmured, "if you don't feel like it, give me a little quickie, will you?"
I shivered. I did need it. I had played with myself on Monday, and somehow it hadn't been too satisfying. Everything about me was changing. I had expected Judson to drive me out on a wooded lane and give me a good screwing!
I turned my head and Sally's red lips settled on mine. My hunger, my frustration, must have communicated. I felt her shiver, her hand went to my blouse. I had enjoyed it with Terri; why not with Sally? I was a bitch, so why hold back?
Her tongue sneaked into my mouth, and her fingers deftly opened my blouse. I knew she would take the lead. My titties swelled against the cling of my almost-nothing bra. My nipples tingled. It seemed natural for me to reach down and caress her thighs, so invitingly opened.
Why couldn't this be Judson? I thought. It's so much better with a man! But I'm supposed to hate him.
"Ohhh, that's keen!" Sally breathed, undoing my front-opening bra. I cupped her pussy in my hand. She hunched boldly, bringing my titties out, her fingers slipping under them, around them, gently stroking. My nipples stiffened with yearning. I spread my thighs wider, my skirt hiking back until flesh showed above my nylons.
"You're really turning me on, honey!" Sally gasped. "No wonder the boys are raving about your titties. They're beautiful!"
I pushed them out even further, quaking with need. The brown tips were all swollen and tender.
"Kiss them!" I panted.
The past week or so my desire was more easily kindled than ever before. All those sexy experienceshaving my pussy filled with a cock, sailing with Terri.
I watched her red lips surround a nipple, watched Jher hand slide in between my thighs, felt her touch the warm, bare flesh close to my cunt. Delightful shivers ran through my pelvis. My nipple in her mouth ached and stung. I pressed her pussy hard; I wormed my rump around.
"Oh, you're delish, honey!" she whispered, then teased my nipple with her tongue.
"I like it," I breathed, sinking back on the sofa, savoring the delectable sensations. My skirt was clear back, now. Watching her fondle my panties, the curve of my pussy, heightened my thrill.
"Let's go in the bedroom, honey," she said, between kisses. "I don't want to wrinkle your nice clothes."
She trembled: her hand slipped inside my panties, on my moist, bare pussy. Quickly, with her free hand, she loosened her shorts. Now, I had my fingers on her cunt.
She wasn't wet yet, but I loved the feel of her flesh, and of course I knew right where to tickle. I found her clitoris. She hunched, shivering.
"Ohhh, if you hurry, I'll make it, too, honey!" she gasped.
I played quickly with her clit; her mouth sucked and sucked on my nipples, and her finger teased along my crevice. Finally, she pushed it in. I shuddered, my mouth opened, my hips curved upward.
Sweet, sharp tremors seized me.
"Ohhhh ... I'm ... coming!" I cried.
She fell back on the sofa, her hand frantic on my pussy, and mine was doing the same on hers.
"Hurry!" she panted. "Ohhh ... oh ... oh ... damn! Here it comes."
I writhed and moaned in my delight. The waves of joy whirled through my pelvis, slaking the top of my hunger, twisting my body. I hunched and hunched, trying to capture that deep, hard feeling-but it didn't arrive. Only a good, stiff male prick could do that.
"Ohhhh, damn!" Sally panted, going slack, her hips quieting. "You really nipped me good, honey."
I drew my hand away from her half-opened shorts. She gave me a parting squeeze on the pussy and cuddled against me. I was catching my breath.
"You didn't even play with my titties," she giggled.
"There's always next time, isn't there?"
"Well, I hope so!"
A real swapping swinger, that was me. The new
Diane Summers. And a guy I had really wanted to know better had turned me down.
"Are we going in your bedroom now, honey?" Sally asked.
I reached behind her and unfastened her snug, red halter. She shrugged it loose, exposing her untanned, shapely breasts. Her nipples were smaller than mine, somewhat darker. I wanted to kiss them; I wanted more sex.
"I wonder why we didn't think of this sooner," I said.
"Honey, I've been wanting to try you for a long, long time. How would you like to have Eve join in some afternoon?"
"Might be fun," I laughed. "I've heard of it."
"What the boys don't know won't hurt 'em," she said. "Come on, let's go in on the bed."
"I thought one was about your limit."
"Oh, not with a girl. It doesn't take so much out of me ... if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," I said.
While I undressed in the bedroom, Sally watched me almost greedily. She was nude already, of course, having very little to take off.
The real truth was out, finally. She was willing to let me have her hubby in order to get a crack at me. She was much more Lesbian than she let on, and naturally she and Eve had been intimate. You couldn't invite a complete stranger to a lavender session. And I knew already that homosexuality in girls wasn't limited to butchy types. The records showed that many outwardly feminine gals married for security, and got their strange stuff on the side. No wonder she objected to nooners, and so much sexing from a virile husband!
A small warning voice sounded in the back of my mind. A girl could easily get hooked on this kind of stuff. I liked Terri much better, but that was harder to arrange. She worked during the day, and I was guessing that she had other girl friends. She was a very beautiful creature. A single girl could do more wolfing around than a married one; or one who wanted to stay married. I wasn't sure that I did want to stay married, though.
"You're so nice and rounded, honey," Sally purred, moving close to me. My blouse was off, my unfastened bra removed. When I was halfway aroused, like now, my titties simply bulged. I was seeing her more clearly every moment. She had finally made me, and she was dying to get on with the rest of it.
My skirt dropped. The imagine panties I had put on for Judson were so sheer my patch of brown showed right through them. She slipped up behind me and cupped my titties in her hands, pressing her hips against my rump.
"Oh, I just love these, honey!" she breathed, teasing my nipples. "Why don't you leave on that nice garter belt and your nylons and heels? You look sexier that way."
"like in a girlie magazine?"
"Natch." She was lowering my panties. Her right hand dropped to my pussy as her hips curved in boldly. I was having my thrills, all right.
Her fingers deftly opened the lips of my cunt and played around; she breathed on my neck.
"I've waited so long for this, baby!"
Pleasant tingles spread through my pelvis; I was warming up again. She had caught me on the rebound; she knew I wasn't getting enough at home. Maybe Ed hadn't called me because Sally had steered him onto someone else, like Eve, so she, Sally, could get all the gravy. Friend and neighbor, you bet.
I was too far along now to back out. I was hungry for sex, so the thing to do was to relax and enjoy it. I could worry about hang ups later.
"like my pussy, do you?" I giggled.
"Oh, you know it! We can have all kinds of fun, honey. The men gone all day..."
She swung away, steering me to the edge of the bed. My panties were off, and I left my other stuff on. If she liked me that way, why not?
She took my mouth, her tongue knifing inward, her right hand dallying with my tender breasts. Sweet-hot flutters raced along my body. I reached down and tickled along her outspread, slender thighs. Maybe all the time she had been wanting her hands on me, I had felt the same way, without actually realizing it.
Terri had brought me out; I knew some of the ins and outs. And wasn't this better than doing it alone, with my fingers or my dildo?
Her tongue was like a hot sabre; and just the way she went at it I knew she would probably be good when it came to the real McCoy. She was bolder, more aggressive than the first time. Her real nature was showing.
Her pussy was really wet this time. I toyed around with it, sliding my finger in slowly, then, locating her clitoris, I jazzed it. She shuddered, making coital lifts, her mouth breaking from mine, at last.
"Ohhh ... easy, honey!" she gasped. "Don't make me come yet!"
So I eased away and we both took a breather. We had lots of time.
"Will you stand in front of me and wiggle around, honey?" she asked.
"Oh, you're prettier than I am."
"I'm glad you think so ... very glad! I know Ed wishes I had bigger titties."
She was trying to pretend that she was a hot wife, with her hubby, but I had her number. I wondered how much had been put-on the night I had watched her top-ride.
"Well, I'll do a dance if you will," I said, giggling.
She smiled and stood up, posing about a yard away. She began to writhe her hips and weave her shoulders. She was indeed very leggy and sexy-looking. She spread her thighs gradually, curving her twat forward until the pink, expanded lips of her pussy were visible. Her slow, provocative hunches made me hotter than ever. Finally, she reached down and with her fingers spread the moist labia, exposing the inner entrance to her cunt.
"like it, honey?" she breathed, her face flushed. "Of course," I giggled.
"Kneel down and give me a treat, honey." She worked her tongue suggestively between her red, parted lips. I knew I wanted to. Shivering, I sank down, catching her bottom in my hands. Before I realized what was happening, I was doing it to her.
She curled her cunt way out, her thighs widened, my tongue went lancing into her cove.
"Ohh, God! That's ... wonderful!" she moaned. Her hands pressed my face closer. Her excited tremors heightened my own thrills. I had done this with Terri, so now I was bolder.
I kept wondering why she didn't want to stretch out on the bed instead of balancing there on her heels. Her legs began to tremble, her rump quivered.
"Ohhh, honey!" she cried. "You're good! That's it ... nice and slow ... ohhh, damn! I ... can't wait. I'm
Her body lurched in my hands; her cries nearly sent me along. I felt her teeter; she weakened, and just as her gun went off, wildly, she crumpled backward onto the carpet. I lost contact, but it didn't matter. She was bucking and thrashing on the floor, her moans of delight searing my senses.
I fell on her, full length, squirming between her thighs, jousting my pussy on hers, pounding, banging, until the waves of my own need gathered and burst in a riot of hot shivery explosions. I hunched and hunched and she gave it right back to me. Breasts to breasts, wet mounds together, we rode out the joy. The aching was sweet, sweet.
I hit my peak after she did, but it didn't matter. She seemed to have a kind of second climax. Her long legs gripped me; her bottom shook for long seconds before she quieted. We lay panting and spent.
Suddenly I was aware of movement on my left. A heavy footfall. The bedroom door burst open!
I saw first a man's trousers and shoes; then as my eyes traveled upward I had to grasp the awful truth. John stood there, his face twisted with mingled expressions-disbelief, disgust, anger.
"Oh, my God!" Sally wailed, revolving under me, pushing me off. I staggered to my feet.
"Bitches!" John shouted. "Queer bitches!"
Sally snatched her red halter and shorts from the floor and fled through the open doorway. John stood and stared at me, his face as white as chalk. I seemed to be unable to move; I simply stood there, naked, drippy with the excess of my passion, stunned by his sudden appearance.
Finally, I sank down on the bed and covered my face with my hands. I was ashamed-not for cheating, but for getting caught with a girl, my friend and next-door neighbor.
"Do you have to stoop to this?" he said, icily. I trembled, cold inside, my pleasure completely gone.
"I'm sorry you saw this," I muttered.
"That Sally's a two-bit whore!" he fumed.
Anger overcame my shame and embarrassment. I looked up at him.
"Why do you call her that?" I snapped. "You liked it well enough, but she doesn't want you any more. You're no man!"
I thought he was going to strike me, but he didn't. He seemed to shrink a little.
"She wouldn't be over here if you'd treat me like a woman!" I shouted. "You and your girlie magazines and dirty pictures. Before you come out and play with me you stand in here and jack off! Is there something wrong with me?"
"I told you ... before..."
"Sure, but you haven't been to a doctor, have you? Why don't you save some of that stuff for your wife? You haven't even tried! Well, I'm through. I've had enough. You can get the divorce, or I will."
By Friday the worst was over.
I had a small apartment downtown, and a telephone with an unlisted number. I had moved out Wednesday. I had been afraid I wouldn't have the nerve, but once I made up my mind the rest was easy. I had dug into some savings put away in my own name, money my folks had given me.
On Thursday I had gone job hunting and found a job in the business office of the local daily newspaper, The Clarion. It didn't pay much, but it would be enough. John and I had talked it over rather calmly on Thursday. He would get the divorce, and he would give me half of everything, which was mostly an equity in our home, when he sold it.
I was to start to work Monday morning. I had taken a business course in high school, which appeared to be sufficient for the work I would do. Already I had met new people, and the wild parties of the old neighborhood seemed much longer ago than just a few days, a few weeks.
I hadn't been able to think much about my emotional needs. I seemed half frozen inside; living in a kind of vacuum. My real world was filled with too many nasty memories.
Evening was coming on, the apartment seemed a little warm. It faced a rather busy street; I wasn't used to all the traffic just yet. I was lonely; I had to admit it. At home I would be finishing up the dinner dishes.
Stop it! I told myself. It's all finished.
A few thoughts of Judson Edwards had trickled through my head, but I wasn't going to throw myself at him again. I was developing a kind of general man-hatred. Of course, if I got too itchy, physically, I could call Ed at the freight office. But I had an idea that he might be hard to pin down now that Sally wasn't getting to me.
Before I had left the house she had called, and I had been rather cool. I hadn't even told her where the apartment was. I needed a kind of drying out period. I had to readjust some of my values. Even the thought of having Terri wasn't too appealing. Maybe in a week or so, after I settled down.
One good thing had happened, though. I was losing more weight. I hadn't cooked regular meals, and the bathroom scales showed it. Adding to my blue feelings about everything, my monthly period had started. At least I wasn't preg; I could start all over, new. But could I, really? I observed girls from a new perspective. Sooner or later I would be calling Terri again, or finding some new broad.
I shook myself and decided to go to a movie. I rather missed not having a TV. John hadn't offered the one at home. He would live there until it sold.
And if I got too nervous and frustrated, I still had my dildo. I had sneaked it into one of my suitcases. The old urge would strike me again, as sure as the sun rose and set.
CHAPTER TEN
"WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS FOR A party room, honey?" Sally asked.
I had to agree it was quite a spread.
Another week had come and gone, and I was back with the old bunch again. The room Sally spoke of was in the basement of a home belonging to Ursala and Paul Wells. Before marrying a wealthy widow, Paul had been a truck driver working with Ed and Carl; he was now a kind of manager of Ursala's property, which was considerable.
Ursala was on a trip to California, so Paul had invited some of his former work-mates to an indoor "beach" party. Sally had talked me into being Paul's date for the evening, which hadn't been too difficult, since I had been staying alone, at the apartment, much too much.
During the past week Sally and I had made up. After all, it hadn't been her fault that John had caught us in the act. We hadn't indulged in any more Lesbian pleasures, however. I was becoming afraid of it. Now that I was free, I fully intended to get myself a real man-after two years with a ghost of one.
Judson Edwards had found out about the separation, and he had dropped into the Clarion office in midweek. He hadn't actually asked for a date, and I had been rather cool toward him. I was still mad because he had turned me down. Maybe, after more time passed, I would get in touch with him. I needed some fun; I wasn't in the mood yet to get serious about anyone.
My job was going well. In the office where I worked I had been tabbed as Miss Bountiful, because of my big thrusting titties, naturally. I was showing them off more; I had bought some new clothes. My generally bright good nature was blooming again.
Paul was a bit stout; he had lost some of his figure living with a wealthy dame, but he had enough appeal to please me. I guessed him around thirty-six or so.
As might be expected, Ed was with Eve and Sally with Carl. Ed had been out of town again, most of the time so I hadn't had a chance to "help" Sally with her homework. Evidently I wasn't going to either, until Sally could get at me again. The way she ruled the roost didn't make me feel any better toward Ed. He and Carl both were dominated by their clever young wives. If I ever settled on a particular male, I wanted one who would wear the pants.
The indoor "beach" party called for bikinis, of course. The men wore swim trunks. Having it inside without water insured privacy, and what girl wanted her nice hairdo all frayed out? The whole bit was just an excuse to wear as few clothes as possible. The gals had arrived wearing regular clothes, and we had all changed in one of the handy bedrooms that just happened to lie right off the rec room.
So the scene was set for a swinging party, and after such a long, dry man-less period, I was ready for one, believe me. I had used my trusty vibrating dildo a few times, but, after all, a girl needed a good live hot prick once in a while, didn't she?
Love? I had tried that and I had received a bad bruising. I figured I was now sophisticated enough to start getting a big kick out of life. I was taking my pills regularly.
I stood beside Paul at the portable bar he had set up for the occasion. Hawaiian music drifted from a stereo; we were drinking a kind of punch that was loaded with vodka. I liked it.
"You look good in red, Diane," Paul said, sipping at his drink, his blue eyes fastened on my bikini-top. It was a strapless elastic kind of thing lots of gals couldn't have worn, but my stand-out boobies held it in place. I had continued to lose weight; I was much more confident of my figure than I had ever been.
"Thank you, honey," I cooed, feeling the drinks. "I take it you're a tittie man."
He laughed. "Who wouldn't be, around you?"
"I suppose you're going to ask-are they real?" I giggled. My nipples were clearly outlined by the clingy fabric. The liquor and his interest were making them swell a little.
"Took the words right out of my mouth," he said, winking.
"Why don't you dance me into a dark corner and find out for yourself," I said, boldly.
He put his drink down and slid his arms around my waist. I tickled my hand across his bare chest. I was in a fine frisky mood.
We moved out onto the tiled floor, and it felt good to have a man close after such a long period of going man-less. The others were dancing. I was glad John wasn't around; I could devote my time to sheer enjoyment.
I swayed my hips inward and nestled my big boobies against his broad chest. Trickles of need already were coursing through my body. Did it matter which man I had? No. I was starved for it.
I saw Ed looking over Eve's shoulder, ogling my figure. I know he'd like to have another go-around with me. Maybe even tonight.
We were in the dark corner soon enough. Paul glided his hands across my nearly naked bottom, drawing me closer. I gave him a slow, provocative hunch, loving the feel of the hardness rising against my crotch. My pussy tingled richly. How long had it been, anyway?
His mouth sought mine, and I teased him awhile, turning my lips away. I didn't want to be too easy. Let him think about it and crave it for a while. I curved my pussy nearer, though. Sort of leading him on at one end and denying him at the other. Sex was a game with these people; maybe I'd give him something to remember awhile.
"Come on, baby. Be a sport," he breathed, his prick hardening even more. It was still inside his trunks, but the sensations were coming through.
"We don't want to rush this, do we?" I giggled.
His right hand slipped between my slightly opened thighs, from the rear. He managed to press the lower edge of my cunt; I wiggled my rump back and forth.
Finally, I let him have my mouth. A small, eager moan welled up in his throat. I let my lips cling, wide open. His tongue bored inward; I shivered as the man hunger climbed, replying with darts and curls of my own tongue.
He slipped his fingers under the thin stretch of cloth that ran between my legs, caressing my cunt. I jabbed my tongue faster. I swung my rump back, toward the toying hand, spreading my thighs more. It was nice, getting tickled from behind.
He tried to run his finger into my twat, and I wanted it there; I was trembling--but the evening was young yet. I broke the kiss, swerving my bottom so he couldn't enter my puss.
"I thought you were a tittie man," I laughed, cozily. I reached down between us and found his hardness with my fingers, shaping it lightly where his swim trunks stuck out.
Chuckling, evidently liking my playful mood, he lifted his seeking hand to my bikini halter. His prick was quite adequate. His fingers stretched the taut fabric over a tittie; he cupped it, his cock stiffening even more. My nipple stung with that old hot feeling.
"Mmmmm!" I breathed. This was so much better than sitting around the apartment moping.
"You've really got 'em, baby!" he muttered.
I squeezed the outline of his prick. "You're not so small yourself, stud."
I was getting a beautiful hard-on. Glancing at Ed, I saw his hand down between Eve's parted thighs; they were kissing. Everybody having fun, fun, fun.
Just as Paul was bringing my nipples out, good and stiff, Sally had to interrupt.
"Game time, darlings!" she called. She and Carl had moved over to the bar set up.
"Hell!" Paul murmured, giving my titties a few more squeezes. I had to admit that if we kept this up I'd have a come; my nerves were aching for it.
I readjusted my mini-halter and Paul guided me to the lighted area, staying behind me to conceal his stiff prick.
"Mine doesn't show, honey," I giggled. Oh, I was going to be a real swinging party chick. Why not? I would soon be completely free, legally.
He laughed, patting my bottom. He continued to stay behind me while Sally explained the game. I liked his arms around my bare waist.
"We're going to hang a sheet across the space over there," Sally laughed, pointing to an alcove. "The gals will get behind it, so you can't see us."
Evidently Paul had everything ready, because in moments the sheet was hung, stretched tightly. There was considerable room behind. Three holes, about waist high, rather small, had been cut in the sheet.
"Now," Sally went on, giggling. "When we broads are hidden, we mix things up a little, and you men reach through the holes, with your best hand, and see if you can tell who is who. Sound like fun?"
Cries of approval greeted her announcement.
"What's it called?" Eve giggled. "Finger-find?"
More laughter. "No, silly!" the slender brunette said. "It's 'Who's Who,' or 'Is That the Pussy I had my Hand on Last Night?' "
"No one had a hand on mine!" I cried.
"We'll soon remedy that situation, honey," Sally laughed. "Come on gals. The man who guesses the most right gets a special award."
"What would that be?" Eve giggled. "A box of cracker jacks."
"You're closer than you think, honey," Sally cackled.
I rather liked the idea; that Hawaiian punch was punching me right in the pussy. The whole bit was merely an excuse to fondle a naked cunt, and after such a long period of starvation, I needed a lot of it.
We girlies tripped behind the sheet as the bright, dirty remarks continued. Sally loosed her bikini-panty, smiling and whispering.
"Now the idea is, we keep switching places-sort of mix the boys up."
"Does it matter who's hand does the tickling?" I asked. Seeing Sally's naked twat, I lowered my panty, too. Eve did the same.
"Not if you're in a fun mood, honey," Sally giggled.
For the moment I stood in the middle, with Sally on my right and the blonde, Eva, at my left. We moved up close to the holes in the sheet. The men were snorting and milling around, anxious to start.
"Okay, studs, start feeling!" Sally said, loudly. She swung her bottom right against the aperture. Not to be outdone, Eve followed the example. She appeared to be a natural blonde.
A male hand came through the hole in front of me, and immediately took possession of my pussy. I guessed this was Paul, but I couldn't actually tell. I loved it. Anonymous cunt fondling. I rotated my hips, shivering. Sally and Eve were getting their feels, too.
"Ohhhhh!" Sally cried. A brown finger was already inside her cunt, and she was bucking on it, slowly.
The hand in front of me tried to make an entrance with a middle finger, but I backed away, teasingly. I was having enough sexy thrills as it was.
"Change!" Sally cried, rather reluctantly.
I took her place, and this time I let the exploring finger enter my slit. Jazzy tremors fled along my opened thighs. Sally was now on the other end, and Eve in the middle. I heard her soft panting as she again took a finger into her pussy. Her soft white rump went around and around, then hunched.
"Ohhhh ... ohh!" Eve gasped.
I was having my enjoys, too, believe me. I craved a come; I was dizzy with need. My titties were firming out, sugary flutters ran across my loins; I hunched faster and faster. My legs were shaking; I couldn't recall when I had had a climax standing up-but I was about to-about to.
"Ohhhh ... hell!" I cried. The finger went deeper. Whoever was giving me the sample seemed to realize my condition; he tickled my tender clitoris. Sparks flew in my cunt; my hips flew, and then the heady sexy throbs shook me from one end to the other.
I moaned my joy, curving my box forward until I nearly pushed the sheet down. The finger went far up into my pussy, and then the waves went high, higher. I was having a wild one-a kind of lone one-but ohhhh, it was all colored with punch and a deep man hunger, and I heard my male partner utter an exclamation of encouragement.
Eve was building up to a peak, too. I couldn't stand any longer; I fell backward into a chair, shuddering and panting, my hips still hunching, hunching.
Now that I was behind Eve and Sally I had a most interesting view. The blonde's white rump was wiggling and rotating on a male finger; half giggling, half whimpering, she went faster, faster.
"Come on, baby!" one of the men cried. Sounded like Ed.
Sally was taking more time, retreating now and then, but always returning to the playful man's hand. The hand that had tickled me to a climax was no longer in the hole. I felt a bit guilty about being so fast. I would have liked some tittie kisses while the fun was going on, but I knew I'd get them later.
"Go, honey, go!" I urged, watching Eve. She was panting, now. Her mini-halter was off; she was fondling her titties. Sally, too, glanced across at Eve. She stopped her own game long enough to watch. It became a kind of contest, seeing if Eva could make it. My cunt was itchy again; my vacation from sex had lasted much too long.
"Oh, oh!" Eva cried. Her hips shimmied, her legs spread further apart.
"You're almost there, baby!" the male voice cried. It was Ed, sure enough.
I could tell she was nearing the peak. The muscles in her rump flexed, her hands went fast on her breasts, she gasped, and then she was having it.
I felt a twinge in my loins as she bucked and writhed, uttering a stream of sharp, joyful cries. Sally halted her own pleasure, stepped over and gripped Eve, cuddling her from behind. Eve backed away from the clever hand, shuddering out her delight. It was a very voluptuous vision.
When Eve recovered, and we gals were dressed again, if you could call it being dressed, the blonde and I went to the rec room toilet. Once we were alone, Eve regained her party mood.
"Some game!" she giggled.
"I loved it," I said.
"You beat me, though."
"I haven't been getting my steady stuff like you married gals," I answered.
She laughed, adjusting her mini-halter. I could hear Sally's shrill laughter beyond the bathroom door.
"We'd better get out there before she dreams up a game with three men and one girl," Eve said.
I nodded. I checked my make-up and hair, and we left the bathroom to join the others. As Eve went out she brushed her hand across my bottom. She whispered:
"When are we going to get together, honey?"
I wasn't too surprised. "One of these days," I said, returning the caress. She was delightfully soft, sexy enough for anyone. Swapping and Lesbianism seemed to go hand-in-hand.
"Do you know who got you off?" I laughed, boldly.
Another giggle. "I think it was Ed. Guess it doesn't really matter!"
With this gang it didn't. Apparently Eve had been with both Paul and Ed, before. The whole thing was beginning to nail on me. Oh, I wasn't about to stop, for the evening, but was this what I really wanted out of life? Just orgasms? I could accomplish that with my hand or with a dildo.
At the bar we all had more punch. The jokes were turning wilder, dirtier. If I hadn't been half-tight I might have blushed. Paul stood close, his left arm around my waist. His fingers kept creeping down my tummy, toward by bikini bottom, and i didn't fight it.
"Any more games in mind, Sally?" Carl asked.
"I can think of one!" she laughed, "but I'm in a catching up mood. Why don't we gals go topless and dance the boys around a while?"
"Smooth," Carl said, reaching for Sally's mini-halter.
I didn't care, any more. Paul's hand rose the little catch that held my halter together. Ed had Eve's titties bared in no time at all. Her breasts were rather small, but shapely, with tiny pink nipples already stiff. She caught Ed's hand and they swung out onto the dancing area. I turned to face Paul while he lowered my tittie covering. Sally was giggling and protesting mildly, but her pointy charms were soon exposed.
Paul stared at my bare boobs, his eyes hot with desire. I brushed them across his naked chest, flirting my tongue out. It didn't take us long to find a dark corner on the dance floor.
"like the party, honey?" I breathed, mashing my tits to his chest. His grip tightened thrillingly.
"Hell, yes. Are we going to have a game of our own?"
I giggled. "I'm ready for about anything."
"How about going upstairs and swimming around on a bed for a while?"
"I have a good breast stroke," I laughed.
His hips were snugly against my loins, and his pecker was as hard as a rock. I weaved my bottom, teasing him.
"Come on, let's go!" he breathed, his voice thick.
I didn't fight that, either. I was anxious for a toss. If I drank too much more I wouldn't be a very lively bed partner.
He steered me to the stairs that led out of the basement. I walked ahead, and he kept his hands on me as we climbed. No voices rose in protest. After all, it was Paul's home. Time for the main show.
The master bedroom was very elaborate-deep blue carpet on the floor, and everything else white, including the furniture, except some bright pillows on the king-sized bed. I was shaky with anticipation; after so many days of loneliness and frustration, wondering whether or not I had done the right thing about John, I needed a good robust loving.
For my age I hadn't been with too many different men, really. I could count them on the fingers of one hand. A girl with any sensitivity-likes to know a man awhile before she lets him get the goodies; a peculiarity of the female of the species.
But when you're drunk and hot and needy-does it make too much difference? I had read about a male whorehouse in the Los Angeles area. Of course the men had to rotate, work part-time. Funny thing-a man can't fake his excitement, but a broad can.
Paul was rather suave about it; he didn't start grabbing. He patted me on the butt and guided me to the bed. He showed me where the bathroom was.
Standing beside the bed, his arms around me, my boobs again burning on his chest, he patted my rump.
"You know, Diane, I'm flattered as hell. You don't look or act like a real swap-bunny."
I shivered. "Too new at it, I guess."
"You know who's hand was on you, don't you?"
I giggled. "I think so."
"I peeked," he said. "I was going to have that, with you. I enjoyed it."
I was glad he had a sense of humor. That helps a girl over some delicate situations.
I giggled. "I guess you know I did!"
"I locked the bedroom door. Okay?"
I nodded. His hands were coursing over my rump, down lower, then up my waist, and before I realized it my bikini bottom was on the floor, and his trunks were too. His bare cock was nestled on my warm tummy, he had my mouth open and his tongue was pushing in and out of my throat.
Candy-coated tremors surged in my loins; I tried to stand high enough to bring his cock against my pussy. I couldn't, quite, so I rotated around as best I could. His right hand slid up to cuddle a tittie. Ohh, I was having a fine time; I wanted that prick in me so badly I was shaking with need.
He eased me down on the bed, hardly breaking the heated togetherness. It got even better when he stretched me out and sank down at my right, his hand fondling my itchy thighs, his mouth nuzzling my big titties. I curved my pussy up handily: he began playing with it, and I realized he hadn't lied about the sheet business. He knew his stuff.
The lips of my twat were on fire. I found his prick and cuddled it, remembering all the times I had been denied, waited for John to screw me properly, and a fit of trembling hit me. My nipple swelled in his mouth, my hips went up and down.
Ohhh, I was about to come again.
"Hurry, honey!" I gasped.
He swung into position, quickly. I spread out, like an eager girl should. I was literally starved for a penetration. The head of his cock struck my moist pussy, spreading the tender labia; he sank manfully inward, moaning his joy.
I couldn't wait. I felt the voluptuous waves of delight convulse my vagina; I lunged upward on his wonderful prick, and on the third stroke I had it. Ohhhh, did I have it! My whole pelvis throbbed and heaved and I shouted.
He favored me with a few more heavenly pokes as the passion gushed from my achy twat, as it vibrated and clenched and banged.
"Baby, baby!" he muttered, resting with that wand deep inside. I was sure he hadn't climaxed; I was delirious. I needed a lot more, a great lot more.
A sudden knocking on the bedroom door broke the spell of pleasure. He didn't move, right away, but I felt his unease. The knocking came again, and he muttered angrily under his breath.
"Damn!" he breathed, taking that nice thing out of me. "I'll be right back."
I watched him move to the bedroom door; he unlocked it, peering through, not letting it swing open.
"Oh, Paul honey," came Eve's voice. "Ed got too drunk." She giggled, of course. "Can I come in with you and Diane?"
I realized the situation. Eve wanted in on a threesome. He glanced over at me. I could tell he was thrilled. No man wouldn't be. But he was leaving the decision up to me.
Something happened to me; maybe my violent orgasm had sobered me; maybe I wasn't prepared for an orgy. Ohh, I wanted more of him, but I knew I couldn't go through with it. Call it envy or shyness or whatever.
I swung off the bed. "You two go ahead," I said.
He frowned. It was his house, and he could tell Eve to go play with herself or join Carl and Sally.
Eve was pushing herself through the door, confident of her blonde charms. I picked up my bikini patches and walked into the bathroom. Eve's giggles rasped in my ears. I cleaned myself up.
Yes I had heard about threesomes, wondered if I could participate. Well, I couldn't. Not now. Not with these two. Perhaps I wasn't a real swinger, after all.
Fortunately, the bathroom had another door. I went through it, out into a hallway.
Paul stood in the bedroom doorway. "Cutting out?"
I didn't answer. I was just a bit sick inside. I wanted to be alone.
The bedroom door closed. I heard Eve's high-pitched laughter; she had got her way. Paul would have two broads for an evening instead of one. Using the living room telephone, I called a cab.
Once in my apartment, I flung my beach robe off and marched into my functional bedroom. I went to my vanity and dug out the dildo. I sprawled on the bed. I had been all built up for a fine evening with a competent stud and that little blonde bitch had cut it short.
Damn her, I thought, looking down at my swollen titties, which hadn't gotten nearly enough kissing. I made the insertion. To hell with all of them. This wasn't as good as a live prick, but I wasn't going to be denied entirely. I closed my eyes and bounced up and down on my pink wonder. Somehow the break in the action, during the drive home, had increased my need. The few thrusts from Paul, while they had been simply delicious, certainly hadn't satisfied my hungers.
I jazzed it hard and deep, panting, titillating my stinging breasts with my left hand. My sex vacation was over. Being around men again, real men, had stoked my furnace. I was wild for more.
It was starting. Ohhh ... ohhh ... hell ... it wasn't as good as before, but it would help ... Yes, yes ... it would balm my nerves.
I turned on the vibrating business. I cried out. And just as the best spasm fluttered in my loins, as the honey jerked and ripped from my cunt, a vision of Judson Edwards floated across my mind.
Boom, boom! I made the bed shake.
I knew right then I had been fooling myself, taking substitutes. I had to have him, have him, have him, deep and hard and true-if he still wanted me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY EVENING I mustered my courage and dialed Judson Edwards' number. It wasn't in the book, but information had given me the dope.
"Hello," he said, pleasantly, in that deep virile voice.
"This is Diane," I said, my throat dry. This was the second time I had ever called a man. I could get hurt again.
"Well!" he answered, very pleased.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm now legally free," I said, almost dryly. "Sorry I was stand-offish when you came in to the office the other day. It hurts to eat crow, but I do apologize."
The legal papers had been signed on Monday, in the attorney's office. John wasn't fighting the divorce. I had been assured that it would breeze through the courts.
When he didn't answer right away, I went on. "I suppose you're all dated up, though. I hear some of the local gals are on your trail."
At a newspaper office one hears most of the scandal
-more than is printed in the columns. I was getting talked about, too. And propositioned. Several characters, married and single, in the advertising department evidently thought a recent divorcee was in need, and they were so right.
He chuckled. "I've been thinking too much about a certain girl-you."
I felt a sharp thrill. I laughed. "Are you planning a campaign?"
"Yes. I've tried to call you, but your number's not listed. I can understand why. That's why I dropped by the office. Incidentally, you're very decorative there."
"They call me Miss Bountiful," I said, giggling.
"I can understand why."
"Well, I'm tickled that you have noticed me, a little," I said, as provocatively as possible.
He laughed again, pleasantly. "I'd like to start this campaign soon. What about tomorrow night?"
My heart thumped; my thighs felt warm and itchy. I remembered when I had seen him that first time.
"All right," I said. "Any idea where you plan to go?"
I caught the excitement in his voice when he answered. "What about dinner and dancing at the new supper club?"
"Pulling all the stops, huh?" He knew I'd love it.
"For a girl like you, the best is none too good, Diane."
"Flattery will get you somewhere," I laughed. "What time?"
We chatted awhile longer. It was all set for eight o'clock. Ob, I felt wonderful. I was happy now that I hadn't sneaked a date with him; this was right, proper. We could appear in public. I'd be proud to be seen with him anywhere.
The Cocateel was agreeably shadowy and intimate. We dined by candlelight. He picked a table for two way back in a dark corner, near the dance floor.
He looked good in a suit; some outdoor types don't. He was at least thirty-five, which I didn't mind; he had a smoothness of manner that reminded me of Paul's, except that Jud was more virile, more of a man. Jud had been around a little; I wasn't out with a greenhorn.
I was beginning to realize how infrequently John had taken me out. A girl needs soft lights and sweet music and dancing once in a while. I was shivery all over.
I had bought a new dress for the occasion, short-skirted, with two tiny shoulder strings holding up the bodice. I'd had it reshaped at the shop to contain my oversized breasts, and the way his dark eyes lingered on them, I knew I hadn't gone to all that effort in vain.
During the meal we had time to get acquainted; he liked his work, he liked the outdoors. Sparkling burgundy added to my feeling of 'lan; I felt glowing. We didn't mention the time I had called him and propositioned him in the cocktail lounge; he apparently wanted to start out new.
Couples were starting to dance to the juke box; I begged him with my eyes to take me out on the floor, and naturally, he did. The first dance with a guy can be very illuminating, and this one was. He was strong, agile, and his aura of maleness made me all fluttery inside.
I nestled my titties on his chest, of course. The other couples were dancing close, so pretty soon we were cheek to cheek; my hand trembled in his firm, sure grip. His arm around my waist had a delightfully possessive tightness. I couldn't resist flattening my hips to his loins. I was glad I had lost more weight; I'd never be slender, though-or exactly pretty, but my mirror had told me I was still young enough to be fresh and healthy-looking. I had curves some gals would never have. And if you think they don't count you're just fooling yourself!
"Having a good time, Diane?"
"Wonderful, honey."
Corny? Well, maybe, but it was like that old expression, feelings counted more than words. I was buoyant with anticipation. I let my girlish needs communicate; an inward sway of my bottom, a squeeze of my hand, a firmer press of my boobies on his chest.
I felt the rise of his prick under his trousers. I shivered.
"Let's get out of here," he said, huskily.
"I'm with you, Jud."
"Keep your eyes straight ahead."
Our former rather light mood prevailed out in his car. I left my light jacket open so he could look at my titties, and I failed to object when he left the dash lights on bright. I sat close and didn't tug at my dress at the hemline. He ogled my slightly parted and nyloned thighs so closely he nearly backed into another car; I laughed.
His smile was warm, intimate, hungry. "Am I supposed to be a gentleman on our first date?"
"Oh, be as impulsive as you wish, Jud."
"My impulse right now is to drive to my apartment."
"I'm not screaming a protest, honey."
Once out on the highway that led into town, his right arm slid around my shoulders. We weren't a couple of teen-agers. I encouraged him by nestling my head on his shoulder and squeezing my left thigh against his leg. My thighs just accidentally drifted open a bit further.
He pulled up in front of a new, modern four-plex. I was so anxious for a kiss, he hardly had the lights off and motor cut before I was breathing on his throat.
The way he held me, with sureness and that certain possessive manner he had used on the dance floor, sent hot waves zipping through my body. He took my eager mouth the same way; my lips fluttered open and I shivered again. He nibbled at my mouth, tasting it, flirting the tip of his tongue around; I wormed as close to him as I could.
When his tongue finally swept inside, deep and rough and virile, I felt a wave of longing so fierce and sharp I shuddered. My legs opened wider, without conscious effort, and cozy stings of desire heated my whole being, from toes to fingertips. This big, brawny guy had it for me; I had known it since the first time I had glimpsed him, out there in the woods; I had been dreaming about him, I had even made a fool of myself over him.
I coiled my tongue around his; I boldly caught his free hand and drew it to my burning titties. The crazy steering post was in the way, but he made out all right. No more of this shy, meek business; I was crazy about him and I had to show it.
I felt my nipples poke out against the hug of my bra, and sweet tingles centered in my pussy. I touched his trousers; oh, they were standing up, way up. Shaping the outline of his prick seemed the most natural thing I had ever done.
His tongue stroked delectably, slowly, as the heat mounted. His fingers slipped inside my d'colletage, inside my bra, onto the bare, silky flesh-right where I wanted them. Funny thing how one of my shoulder strings came untied, at just the right time. And wouldn't you know, I had a front-opening bra.
In seconds my right tittie was receiving generous helpings of hot, searing caresses, and my tender nipple swelled, stinging, burning. I gave and gave; all the hungers I had banked inside for so long, that Paul hadn't really fed, blazed through my being.
"Damn!" he breathed, into my open lips. "Damn ... let's get inside."
I nodded, shooting my tongue into his mouth as a further promise.
When we climbed out of the car, his hand on my arm, I had the decency to draw my jacket over my bulging breasts, but no one was around to care. As soon as the door was open, I shrugged out of the covering. One lamp burned at the end of a comfortable-looking sofa.
Then, it was almost like on the dance floor, but with interesting additions-his tongue in my mouth, my boobies being cuddled. The wine sang in my veins. I curved my hips against the tent in his trousers. Feverish tremors cascaded along my body. He might think me a hussy, but I was willing to risk it.
He released my mouth and whispered.
"You sweet, adorable creature!"
"Just keep on keeping on, honey," I answered. Now my other shoulder string was undone, my bra wide open. He looked down at my titties, while he caressed them, and I felt the tent pole grow more rigid.
"These are mine now. You know that, don't you, darling?"
"Yes!" I cried, shivering. My panties were moist; my whole body ached for complete possession. The urgency wasn't only in my pussy; it was all over. I was aglow with need. I curved my burning mounds forward.
"Honey, you can have them any time you like!" I breathed.
Brown fingers on tender nipples, making them spike, making them swell out, like ripe grapes; rich tingles coursing along my body; the nearness of him, the man-odor that seemed more potent than anyone's; a rising, voluptuous fever; seeing his mouth come down to take a burning peak into his mouth; his hands lifting my shortie skirt, sliding in on the hot flesh, whipping my need higher, higher.
I shuddered and gripped him and the inevitable happened. The tide of my girlish yearnings broke. I gasped and panted, pushing hard against his hardness, and just as his hand claimed my pantied cunt, I went off. And I do mean, off!
"Ohhhhh ... oh ... oh ... ohhhh!" I cried.
It was dreamy and wild and sparkly; my nerves simply exploded.
He swept me to the sofa, cuddling my puss, and the heavenly quirks tossed my body, jerking my hips in coital thrusts making my titties throb.
I sank back on the sofa, still panting, finding my hand on the rise of his trousers.
"I didn't realize," he whispered, into my parted lips.
"I ... I'm sorry, honey."
He nipped at my lower lip, his hand still cuddling my pussy. "You sweet, young thing ... don't you worry about that! I'm highly nattered."
Impulsively, I drew his ear down to my mouth. "Honey, just play with me and play with me! I'm starved!"
"It's been a long time for me, too, darling."
I giggled, pressing his trousers. "We aren't going to be too serious about things, though, are we?"
His fingers wandered along my opened thighs, on the yielding flesh. "No. A sense of humor is something I didn't have ... before."
I knew he was talking about his previous marriage.
"I didn't, either," I said.
He smiled. He looked down where my nylons banded my thighs, at the exposure of thigh between them and my hiked-back skirt.
"I don't have any imagine nighties for you to wear, Diane."
I arched my breasts toward his mouth. "I guess we can make out without one-this time!"
His lips opened, taking a taut nipple inside. I quaked, lacing my fingers in his hair. His fingers danced along my legs, seeking out sensitive places.
I know I won't need Terri any more, or Sally or anyone else, I thought airily. But I still have to prove to him, and myself, that I'm not a Lesbian.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WHEN I CAME OUT OP THE BATHROOM that adjoined his bedroom, having made myself as dainty and fresh as possible, he was stretched out naked on the bed. The angle and size of his prick made me shiver. I was nude, too, except for my nylons and imagine black mini-garter belt. He had hinted that I would look sexier that way, and any bright girl can take a hint.
I felt no shame in exposing my bare pussy; my panties had come off in the living room. "Wow!" he exclaimed.
I gazed longingly at his penis and whistled. "Wow, again!"
Oh, it was good to be able to kid around, which decreased my nervousness; I just had to be a good lay.
I walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over him, my titties sloping eagerly downward.
"Honey, will you let me play around awhile first?" I asked, trembling.
"Hell, yes! You're about the most provocative chick I was ever with!"
"I mean, you're the boss," I murmured, "but I've got a kind of hang-up that goes way back..."
He winked. "I understand. Whenever you want to take the lead, well, just give me the signal."
I weaved my bottom. "like this?"
His hand reached out, claiming my pussy. No more shyness, no more lady-like behavior; I wanted to shed that old bugaboo, as a snake sheds its skin. I hunched on his hand, lowering my breasts, brushing my tender nipples across his broad, tanned chest. Fizzy tremors shook me.
"Ohhhh, my gosh!" I breathed.
"Already?" he kidded.
I straddled him, quickly. His hands went to my burning titties; I spread out and lowered my pussy to his prick. I pressed it down to his muscular flat belly, feeling the wet lips of my cunt shiver at the white-hot contact.
I slid my half-opened twat along the swollen under-ridge of his big wand. I could wait for the entrance. I'd have to, have to, ohhh ... because I was coming again!
I flattened on him, worming my rump around, around. My erect clitoris rubbed the heat of his cock, and the honeyed shivers seized me. I let go, writhing and panting and rocking until the bed creaked.
"Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh ... my God!" I moaned. The bunching and spasming of my loins was communicated up to my titties; they throbbed their pleasure, too.
Resting on him, still trembling, I nuzzled his throat and murmured my thanks. I was at a stage of arousal I hadn't known before, because my subconscious wasn't fighting me; he adored me, and I was crazy about him, and what a difference it made!
The tense sessions with John I had hated the most.
Always waiting, hoping, never quite attaining. That was in the past now. Sure, I had learned from the others; I hadn't learned much at home.
He nudged upward with his hips and cupped my rump, pressing down.
"If you don't stop..." I warned, giggling. His fingers stole between my legs from behind, and touched the lower edge of my pussy. I rose a bit, naturally! I was so glad he wasn't rushing me, wanting his big prick in me, just yet.
"You'll what?" he teased. His finger slid into my cunt.
"I'll ... have another thrill ... " I breathed. "Please do."
"Ohh, honey ... will you. do something else for me, now?" I lowered my mouth to his and stroked my tongue in deep and fast then drew away, my lips forming into an O. I felt so reckless and carefree; the yearning was a continuous kind of burning, making me alive, all over.
"I think I can take a hint," he whispered.
I turned around above him; it seemed as natural as the splash of water trickling downhill. I felt his tremor of renewed interest. But I didn't want him to come yet. Not for a long, long time.
He caressed my hips and thighs as he brought my pussy close to his mouth. I spread out, curling down nearer, nearer.
At the same time I had his big shaft in my fingers, bracing on my left hand, my lips open, the big head of his prick tempting me, luring me. Why hadn't John done this? Why had he made me feel so inferior, as though I were somehow repulsive to him? I didn't care now. It was happening, at last! With a man I loved.
His mouth fastened on my pussy and I opened my lips, seeing the foreskin slip back from the pink glans. I took his knob lovingly into my mouth, and suddenly my come was starting ... ohhhhh...! So different than with another girl, so much more compelling, so right.
The delectable shudders in my loins nearly swamped me. His tongue was drawing the honey from my puss in sweet waves-sweet, hot, quick waves. The feel of his prick in my mouth was simply delicious! It enriched the flow of my passion, making my titties harden and tingle.
I couldn't shout-but I wanted to. I floated dreamily down from the peak not using my tongue too much. I didn't want him to explode yet. He relaxed, and I swung around again, nestling at his side, swooning with joy.
"I'm going to call you Miss Quick-Trigger," he breathed, patting my rump.
"Ohh, you just make me ... do it and do it," I giggled.
"Wonderful!"
"I want you to take over now, honey," I whispered. "Hmm. In due time. Care if I play around a while, first?"
"Honey, do anything!"
We rested awhile. He couldn't know how much this meant to me, to be able to talk, to let my wishes be known. Already the other men and girls I had been intimate with were fading away in my thoughts. Jud was purging me of old ideas, of old fears and doubts. I could be just as playful as I wished; and I felt a sureness about the whole thing that was entirely new.
It was more than just sex; it was a closeness to someone who cared, someone who wanted me for keeps. Every caress of his said so, and I hoped mine did, too.
With gentle, loving care he began to take me over. Leaning above me he started kissing my titties, and I gloried in his thoroughness. My swollen, responsive mounds were white mountains, receiving the best attention they had ever received. My nipples had never been so alive to anyone's tongue and lips; I was getting the first real boobie-kissing of my life.
Meanwhile his hands floated over my body, along my waist, between my outspread thighs, from knee to vee, touching me as though I were very precious, fondling with a skill that made me writhe and moan and dig my fingers in his shoulders.
The hunger to have him inside, in deep and big and hot, was so overpowering I was dying with anticipation. I executed small, inviting hunches; I curved my pussy up so he could touch every part of it, explore every inch. I had known sex before; now I was getting love. What a difference it made!
Swapping seemed to me now to be kind of admission of failure at home. And just why a husband and wife should feel constraint is one of those mysteries I didn't care to diagnose, because I was having much too much fun.
Finally, after playing around with me until I was nearly frantic, giving my pussy almost as many caresses as my titties received, kissing my thighs, my tummy, he moved into the taking position.
I was in such a state of dreamy expectation, so eager and readied and expanded, that his huge pink knob at the lips of my cunt seemed to sear my shivery flesh. My cunt fluttered and responded in a new way, drawing a fierce moan from my throat.
I drew my legs way back, still spread so he could lick my nipples. He had a pillow under my rump and two under my head, so I could watch-and I did, avidly.
"Ohhh!" I cried, as he went snugly, gloriously inward. The huge brown shaft disappeared in my honey-pot, and all my dreams about being totally possessed, bladed, pinned to the bed, were dramatically realized.
I moaned again as muscles in my pussy clenched and unclenched; his own moan of pleasure heightened my thrill. The way he braced himself there was no discomfort; he lowered his head to my titties and flicked his tongue against my burning spikes.
He stroked again, slowly and surely, hitting bottom. My God it was just too much. I had been screwed before, but I had never been so utterly, keenly aware of each tiny nuance of delight. I didn't have to voluntarily tighten my cunt; it was shivering and clasping his prick with intoxicating surges. Each wild pound of my heart sent traces of joy through my whole being. A big, healthy girl like me just had to have it, ohh, have it ... ohhh have it; had to be filled, again and again and again!
A bright girl can tell when a man is sex-starved; Jud's tremors, the flexings of his prick, his harsh breathing were communicating like a magic salve. He needed me, fiercely. He had lived alone a long time. Now it was his turn to have the ultimate pleasure.
Even in my position, I met his virile thrusts; I rotated my hips, I panted unashamedly. I was intent on giving him all the voluptuous sensations that he hadn't had for many long months, and you know, by concentrating on pleasing him I had a whole bundle of extra thrills.
I knew I was going to make it big. He was just that kind of man; he was used to success, he knew how to make a girl come alive. I had never been so sure of anything in all my life. I was his woman, totally. Each honeyed throb of my pelvis, each sugary nuance of rising joy, shouted my victory.
The bed sighed a sweet, slow music; I was getting screwed as I had never been screwed in my whole life.
I was making out ... Ohhh, I was making out ... In and out ... in and out; a long pause, and then more, more, more. I was climbing a mountain in stages-one rich plateau after another-catching my breath before the next rise. The erotic tension grew. Stab, stab, stab. A long dreamy wait. Stab, stab, stab.
Ohh, he was so considerate with me, so gentle even when he buried it deep and let it soak for heavenly seconds. It had to end, though. I couldn't wait much longer.
His breath drew in, he quaked, his cock swelled and stiffened even more; the wild achy craving inside me ballooned to ecstatic heights.
This was it!
He gripped me and pounded into my depths. My passion erupted so completely-in my titties, in my pelvis, in my thighs-I suddenly knew the real, true meaning of going off.
I exploded all over the place. Sharp, wild clenchings greeted his virile thrusts; my pussy throbbed involuntarily, completely, utterly. I was on a high pillow, moaning and writhing like a savage, and the swell and beat of his come, as his juice spurted into my spasming cunt, made me transcend all my previous emotional experiences.
He collapsed on me, full length, and the hard weight of him, as I tightened my thighs around him, still bucking as the honeyed thrills continued, ripped a cry from my throat. Then I was lost in the ebb tide of my passion. My pussy still vibrated, my titties throbbed.
"Darling, I didn't think it could ever be like this," he panted gratefully, still buried in me, deep and warm and true.
"Ohh, I didn't either!" I cried.
He sighed. "We're pretty good, aren't we?"
I giggled, hunching. "The very best, honey!"
"Am I too heavy?"
"Ohhh, no!" I said, happily.
"You're going to stay all night, aren't you?"
"You couldn't drive me out, honey." I giggled. "Do you recover fast?"
A tensing of his lovely big prick gave me the answer I craved. My pussy throbbed right back, giving him an answer, too.
