The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Laurie Stanford is one of those outwardly proper and seemingly cold people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
COME, WIFEY, COME-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You have two choices, my dear," Dr. Abel said. "Either you learn to live with your problem or you take my advice."
"I can't live with it." The young woman sitting across the psychologist's desk turned pale. "It's ruining my marriage and my life. I must have help."
She was shaking so hard her tits wobbled. The doctor nodded sympathetically. "I'll do what I can to help you, but you must remember these things take time."
"Anything," the woman said. "I'll do anything to have an orgasm."
Laurie Stanford had no idea of the effect she had on men. In her present state she would have been shocked to discover that the doctor found her so attractive he had difficulty relating to her problem.
She had come for help because after two years of marriage her husband was still unable to bring her to orgasm. She was nervous and jumpy and her husband Jerry was angry and disgusted. This visit to Dr. Abel was her last chance. Jerry had warned her that their next step was a divorce court.
"Tell me what to do," the stunning brunette said. She sat forward, her ripe tits rising from her low-cut blouse.
The doctor began talking about sex and orgasms, but he wasn't listening to his own words. His eyes were busily taking in Laurie's full lips and wide eyes. Her face was framed by a thick mane of dark hair that cascaded casually over her shoulders and back.
"And you say I've got to have . . . uh . . . have sex with other men," she said, her face drained of color.
Dr. Abel cleared his throat and tried not to stare at her legs as she nervously crossed and uncrossed them. "Think of it as a treatment," he said. "Think of it as saving your marriage."
The desperate young woman nodded. "I'll do it," she said, gritting her teeth. "It's not as if I'm not doing it for Jerry." Tears filled her eyes. "I always had orgasms before we were married." She dabbed a tissue at her eyes. "I don't know why I can't have them any more."
Dr. Abel sucked in his breath. "You're not that rare a case, my dear. Many women have no problem with orgasms before they're married. Then when everything's legal they freeze up. It's a common enough syndrome and one that we can cure."
"Please help me," Laurie said, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Tell me exactly what to do." She tore a wet tissue and reached into her purse for another. "I never thought I'd cheat on Jerry. I love him so much." She blew her nose.
"Don't think of it as cheating," he said. He placed his unlit pipe in an aslitray and leaned forward. "I'll help you now if you like."
She sniffed, stared at him and sniffed again. "Now?" she whispered.
"You can trust me," he said. "I'm a psychologist. It's part of the treatment. If you'd rather not, however ..."
"No, I want you to . . . I'll let you," she said triumphantly. "I need help so badly. Please hero me, Dr. Abel."
"All right." He rose up and closed the blinds. "Take your clothes off." He picked up the phone and instructed his receptionist to cancel his next appointment.
"I really appreciate this, Doctor," Laurie said, still sniffing.
The doctor smiled as she unhooked her bra. "It's what I get paid for," he said.
She lowered her lashes as she removed her bra. "You're so understanding," she said, reddening.
She kept her eyes averted as her soft white tits sprang into view. Her nipples were dark and stiff with desire. She tried not to look at the doctor as he removed his pants. Anything for Jerry, she thought. I'll do anything to save my marriage.
She had been only twenty when they married. Even after two frustrating years she still adored her husband. Now she slipped her panties off and felt the doctor's eyes on her thick cunt-bush. I must remember it's for Jerry, she thought. I must keep remembering that.
Already her cunt was moist and aroused. She was always aroused these days. She sometimes masturbated when Jerry was at work, but it wasn't the same as coming with Jerry's cock in her.
When Dr. Abel removed his shorts, she couldn't help but stare at his prick. It was big and thick and already half hard. But what really caught her eye were his balls. They were huge, hanging halfway down his thighs.
"You're staring at me," Dr. Abel said with a smile.
"It's your ..." She licked her lips and blushed furiously.
"Say it," the doctor said. "That's part of the treatment. Say the words."
"It's your balls," she whispered. "I've never seen anything so big."
"Good girl," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the small leather sofa against the wall. "And while we're involved in the . . . uh ... . treatment, call me Harry."
"Yes, Harry."
A tiny drop of liquid oozed from his prick-tip. She found herself unable to stop staring at his swiftly stiffening prick.
"We can start with your blowing me," he said.
"Blowing you?" she said hoarsely. He kissed the palm of her hand. "It's part of the treatment. You must be able to love every part of a man before you can achieve sexual satisfaction." "Oh, but I do."
"You say you do, but your reaction when I told you to blow me was negative." He moved her hand between his legs. She flinched when she felt his bristly cock-hair on her fingers. "Do you see what I mean? By the time we're through with the treatment you should want to press your pretty face against my cock-bush."
"If you say so, uh . . . Harry."
His cock was inches from her face as he stood between her thighs. Humiliated by her exposure, the frustrated wife had no choice but to snake her pink tongue over his cockhead.
"Take the whole thing in your mouth," he said.
With a deep breath, she slid her lips over his prick and started sucking. God, forgive me, she thought. I'm doing it for you, Jerry.
"You certainly know how to suck a cock," Harry said, holding her head with both hands and swinging his hips back and forth. "But don't suck too hard or I won't be able to fuck you and that's the main part of the treatment."
"Yes, Doctor," she whispered, gently nibbling the flared rim under his cockhead.
She loved sucking Jerry's cock. He usually w ate her cunt for a few minutes before they fucked, but she spent much more time sucking his prick.
Now she concentrated on the taste and feel of Harry's prick. He had told her to concentrate on every sensation and aroma when she made love. She was aware of her dripping cunt and the feel of the cool leather on her ass.
She hadn't been a virgin when she met Jerry and she never had trouble achieving orgasm in those days. Even though the last two years had been frustrating she loved being married. Her eyes filled with tears again as she hungrily sucked the doctor's prick and her tears spilled over onto his balls.
His prick was growing so big she was only able to take an inch or two of his shaft in her mouth. He grunted when she sucked too hard and urged her to take in more of his shaft when she sucked too gently.
"You said you liked my balls," he said.
She gazed up at him, her mouth stuffed with his prick, waiting for him to continue.
"Lick them," he said, forcing her to release his cock momentarily. "Lick my big ball-bag with your pretty pink tongue."
She dropped her lips down to his huge ball-bag and after gathering saliva on her tongue began licking it.
He shuddered and held her chin imprisoned against him. She flicked her tongue back and forth over his nuts. They tasted pungent, but not at all bad.
"How do you like the taste of my balls?"
"They're good," she mumbled, licking frantically.
"It's important that you enjoy the taste of a man's cock and balls."
She nodded. "But I do ... "
"Keep sucking. I'm sure you think you do, but there may be a psychological barrier you're not aware of. Keep sucking right there. Ah, yes, that's very good tongue action."
Laurie concentrated on his words. She didn't want to miss a thing, but it was difficult to think when she was becoming so turned-on.
Maybe he was right. She thought she enjoyed sucking Jerry's cock and balls, but maybe she had a hang-up she wasn't aware of.
One thing she knew. If she didn't start having orgasms with Jerry she'd lose her mind and her husband. She was always left so horny after they fucked, it was difficult to fall asleep. And Jerry became so angry. It was definitely causing problems for them, and it was all her fault.
"So far you're doing very well," Dr. Abel said. "Very well indeed. Yes, you're a very competent cocksucker. Don't worry if I come in your mouth. It will be a good opportunity to see how you manage to get my cock hard again."
Oh yes! she thought as she skinned his shaft with her fingers and sucked hungrily. Yes, come in my mouth!
She had never before admitted how much she loved cocksucking. This was a breakthrough and it was all due to Dr. Abel. How lucky she had found him!
She had been raised by a puritanical mother and a distant father. When she started having sex as a teenager, she found it hard to admit even to herself that she enjoyed what her parents considered perversities. Now that she admitted she loved sucking a cock, she knew she would be able to come. There had to be a link between the two things. There just had to be.
She was terribly aroused now. She was sucking so hard it was a wonder Dr. Abel was able to maintain control. She wanted him to come in her mouth. How she wanted him to come in her mouth!
And then he came, fucking her mouth savagely while his cock exploded. She worked her lips and tongue and teeth to drain his balls. I love it, she thought. I love it so much.
"Jesus, what a blow-job," he muttered when his cock went limp.
The frustrated young wife pulled her head back and dropped his cock from her lips. She averted her eyes and licked the jism from the corners of her mouth.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I enjoyed it a lot."
"Take my cock in your hand," he said, still standing between her wide-spread thighs.
She grasped his limp prick and stroked it gently. "Did I really do a good job?" she said shyly.
"Couldn't be better, my dear. Cocksucking isn't your problem. It must be something else. We'll find it, never fear. We'll find your problem if it takes a hundred sessions."
As he spoke, he reached down and closed his fingers around her tits. He climbed onto the sofa and they lay down side by side.
Laurie continued stroking his prick, which was growing stiffer by the minute. She automatically drew her knees up, exposing her succulent pussy.
"Are you ready?" the doctor asked.
"Ready? I don't understand."
"That's part of the problem. You must know when you're ready for intercourse. If you don't know, who does?"
"Oh, that. Yes, I'm ready."
"You must be more sexy than that. A man doesn't want a woman to he there primly and say I'm ready like a schoolgirl. You must let the words out. The words a man wants to hear. If a man hears the words, he'll fuck you until you come. Be assured of that."
She licked her parched lips and took a deep breath. "You mean I should use the vulgar words?"
"Vulgar?" He glared at her.
"All right." She turned her head to the side, bit her lower hp and spit the words out. "Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can and make me come."
He mounted her, his cock pointing at her pussy. "Because you ..."
"Because I love it!" she cried, eyes blazing. "Because I want to get fucked until I come a million times. Because I need cock. Fuck me, Harry. Damn you, fuck me until my pussy aches."
Dr. Abel smiled. "That's better. That's a woman talking. Now, about positions."
The horny wife writhed her ass beneath him. "Please! I'm so horny. Just fuck me now. This position is okay."
"You're doing fine," he murmured, leaning over her and moving his prick inside the folds of her cunt. "You're doing just fine. Keep talking. I think this is a breakthrough."
"I can't talk any more. I need it so bad." Whimpers of passion came from her lips, but her words were incoherent.
"I'm putting my cock in you," Dr. Abel said, lurching forward and sending his cock soaring into her pussy. "Now it's in. Can you feel it?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! I think I'm going to come this time. I think this is it, Doctor."
"Remember, let your mind go blank." He plunged in and out of her juicy cunt a few times. Her pussy sucked on his cock relentlessly. "Ah, yes, you've a lovely tight pussy. A pussy a man could get lost in. Let your body float. Float. Your pussy is loving my cock. Forget everything your mother ever told you. Let yourself enjoy."
The moaning brunette sank her fingernails into his back and pulled his mouth down to hers. She frenched him while his cock corkscrewed in and out of her snatch.
She would come soon. She knew that. Oh, please, God, let me come! she thought. Please, let me come!
Dr. Abel panted above her. "You know how to fuck, Laurie," he panted. "Fucking isn't your problem. Don't think now. Just concentrate on the feelings. Oh, my dear, your cunt is cutting into my cock."
The young wife locked her long legs around his back and rammed her cunt up to meet his stroking cock. She swung her hips and ass up off the sofa and attached herself to his prick.
I'm doing it for you, Jerry, she thought. I'm doing it for our marriage.
When Dr. Abel dropped his face down to her chest and sucked one of her tits into his mouth, she came close to orgasm. But at the last moment it eluded her and she almost wept.
He stopped thrusting. "Don't move," he said. "Just he there a moment."
"But I was almost there," she said.
When she tried forcing him to stroke, he frowned. "If you keep doing that you'll bring me off and you'll be left frustrated. Is this what you do to your husband?"
He looked so stern. He looked and sounded like Jerry. She bit her lip, but she couldn't stop the tears that filled her eyes.
"Yes, I guess I do that when Jerry fucks me."
"No wonder you have problems." He began thrusting again, slowly and tenderly. He kissed her tits and worked his way up her throat to her lips. "A man must lead when a couple makes love," he said. "It may not seem fair, but that's the way it is. Men have cocks and we must understand cocks are temperamental. Now that that's settled, we can continue."
The horny brunette nodded as the doctor pulled his prick out of her cunt and then rammed it in again. She tried to regain the feelings she had lost when he stopped thrusting.
"Fuck me hard," she whispered, tightening her legs around his back.
"Do you love my cock?" he asked.
"I love it," she moaned, squeezing her feverish pussy around his stroking prick.
"And I love your pussy," he said, almost brutally thrusting his prick into her cunt.
She clawed at him as her orgasm approached. "I'm going to come this time," she cried. "I can feel it coming. Oh, Doctor, don't stop. I can feel it coming!"
Clenching his teeth, his ass bucked wildly as he pistoned his prick into her spasming cunt. Her nails ripped down his back and her legs thrashed wildly in the air.
His cock burst inside her, making her orgasm more intense. She shook violently as the long-awaited spasms overwhelmed her.
"Oh, Dr. Abel, I came!" she cried.
"I know, my dear, I know."
CHAPTER TWO
Laurie stretched and smiled when she awakened the next morning. Jerry had already left for work, but she stayed in bed and relished her memories of the previous day.
She moved one hand under the covers and touched herself. Her pussy still throbbed from excitement. She had come! She had actually come!
Yawning, she snuggled down under the blanket and continued fondling her pussy. Dr.
Abel, Harry, had advised her to seek lovers of every persuasion. Young men, old men, even women. He told her to fuck anyone and everyone she met who appealed to her even slightly.
She tingled all over as she thought about the first man to give her an orgasm in two years. If only she could feel the same ecstasy with Jerry. She couldn't wait to try, but Harry had advised her to avoid sex with Jerry for a while. He thought she should have several affairs before she tried out her new sexuality with her husband.
Now she caressed her wet muff and thought about her plans for the day. Harry had insisted she fuck the first man she ran into. She giggled. It sounded crazy. What if the first man she ran into was a clergyman?
"Clergymen fuck," Harry had said. "They're men, after all."
The horny young wife rhythmically rubbed her fingers around her gash. "Don't bring yourself off," Harry had advised. "You may excite yourself, but don't come. You must get used to coming with a man. You must insist on having a cock inside you when you come."
She jumped off the bed, showered, and spent a long time lotioning and powdering her body.
She selected her tightest jeans and pulled them over her ass. They fit like a second skin.
Then she slipped into a tight sweater. It had a high neck, but it revealed her tits and even her nipples. "Dress like a woman who loves to fuck," Harry had said. "Advertise what you've got."
She made up her face and piled her hair on top of her head, holding it there with a black velvet ribbon. She searched her closet for a pair of high heeled mules. When she surveyed her image in the mirror, she saw a ripe looking woman with hot eyes. She was ready for the hunt.
Downstairs in the kitchen, she looked out the window and saw Buddy Moore, the teenage boy who did odd jobs around the neighborhood. She had forgotten he was trimming her bushes this morning, but now she trembled when she gazed at him.
But he's only a kid, she thought. Her heart pounded. Harry had said the first man or woman or boy who appealed to her. Buddy appeals to me, she thought. She grinned and thrust her tits out. Thanks, Harry. Buddy appeals to me.
She walked out the door and waved at the boy. He was naked from the waist up and his firm young muscles looked taut as he trimmed the hedges near the house.
"Don't work too hard," she said, her high heels clicking as she approached him.
"That's what you're paying me for," he said, ogling her prominent tits.
She deliberately turned around to show him her ass. When she strutted past him and then turned, she saw him eyeing her.
She sat down on a chaise lounge she used for sunbathing and closed her eyes. She wriggled her ass and opened her eyes to watch the teenager.
"It's hot," he said, wiping his forehead on his arm.
The itch between her legs made her bold. "As I said," she smiled, "don't work too hard. Save your energy for more fun things."
He gazed at her strangely. She colored and then pretended to doze off. It was against her nature to be aggressive, but Harry told her if she wanted to be fulfilled she had to stop being so timid.
Fifteen minutes later Buddy was finished trimming the hedges. She called him over, her eyes riveted to the mass between his legs.
"I know we just hired you to do the bushes today, but do you have a few more minutes to spare?"
"This is the only job I have today." He wiped his sweaty forehead again and shifted from one foot to the other.
She made room for him on her lounge. "Sit down and rest a minute. The lawn can use a little trimming."
"Sure, thanks." He seemed to be making a determined effort not to stare at her tits.
She deliberately rested her foot on his thigh as they chatted. She willed herself not to be nervous and told herself she was doing it for Jerry as she flirted outrageously with the boy.
"I guess a good-looking boy like you isn't a virgin," she said.
He spent the next five minutes swearing he'd fucked every girl in his class. She knew he was exaggerating, but she also knew he was getting her message.
"Well, I'm going in the house now," she said, stretching, and in the process shoving her tits in his face. "Want to join me for some lunch before you tackle the lawn?"
"Sure," he said, following on her heels as she tottered into the house.
Once they were in the house she became more bold. She started flirting with him. He responded quickly and with obvious eagerness. He's not a novice, she thought. She kissed his cheek and pulled back to look at his face.
"Listen, I feel sexy today," she said, pressing up against him again. "You must think I'm terrible, but I'd rather you skip the lawn and make love to me."
Harry had advised that she be frank about her sexual needs, but Buddy's eagerness suddenly disappeared.
"Jesus, Mrs. Stanford," he said. "Jesus."
Laurie knew if she backed down she was lost. "You don't get too many invitations like that. I know you don't. For God's sake, take my clothes off and make love to me. I won't bite, unless you want me to."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
She giggled and he grinned and the ice was broken. She didn't wait for him to undress her. She realized he was too young for certain subtleties so she yanked her zipper down and pushed her skin-tight jeans down her hips. Since she wore no panties her cunt-bush was exposed and the boy stared at it with hot eyes.
She remembered Harry's words as she ran her fingernails through her beaver. "Come here and kiss me," she said. The boy took two steps and stood still. She pushed up against him and kissed him. He groaned when she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
"Don't be frightened," she said. "We're going to have a good fuck. I love fucking, don't you?"
Harry had told her to use the words. Well, she was using them. She could tell by the boy's expression that her aggressiveness turned him on. It was working! Thank God for Harry.
"Kiss me!" she hissed, rubbing up against his crotch. "I'll bet your cock is hard. Mmmmm, I can feel it. Take your clothes off and fuck me." Her hands roamed over his damp, almost hairless chest. "You kiss good, Buddy. Give me your tongue again."
He groaned as she devoured him. Harry had told her to take the initiative. After the first few minutes she began enjoying it. She felt powerful and in charge of her own life for the first time in years.
"Just let me get these off," she said, slipping out of her jeans and standing before him naked from the waist down. "Now you," she purred, crouching down and unzipping his fly.
When he was naked, she glanced at his prick and smiled happily. His cock was man-sized and already quite hard-looking. He blushed as she stared, so she took him into the den and opened the sofa-bed. "Lie down there and let me finish undressing," she said.
As she pulled her sweater over her head, she thought about Harry. He'd be proud of me, she thought. It's only twenty-four hours since my first treatment and already I'm having my first affair.
Buddy tried unsuccessfully not to stare as she undressed. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed next to the teenager and ruffled his hair. "What's the matter?" she smiled. "Nervous?"
She reached for his prick, which had deflated slightly. "Yeah, a little," he said.
"I can take care of that," she said, squeezing his prick and fondling the knob. "You just leave everything to me."
The big drop of whitish fluid oozing from the tip made her mouth water. Leaning closer, she inhaled his boyish fragrance. Feeling faint, she slowly moved her head down.
She remembered Harry's words. You'll want to put your face into a man's cock-bush when you're healthier.
That's what I'm doing now, she thought. My face is pressed against Buddy's cock-bush. Oh, God, it's working! It's working!
"Are you going to suck it?" Buddy said.
"I . . . uh . . . think so."
"What are you waiting for?" The teenager gazed down at her. "You look scared."
"No, I'm just excited. Oh, my, you smell good. I'll bet you taste good too. Let me touch you here and here. Oh, yes, that feels good."
The boy groaned as he lay his head on the pillow. The overheated young wife stroked and fondled and licked his prick lightly.
She gave no thought to Jerry or her marriage and even momentarily forgot Dr. Abel. "Don't squirm around so," she said.
The teenager wriggled his hips, thrusting his prick forward toward her mouth. "I can't help it."
"Oh, God!" Laurie lifted his prick and moved her face down to lick his balls.
Buddy tilted his ass back and grabbed her hair. "Jesus, you're driving me crazy."
Laurie's breathing was ragged as she peppered his cock-bush with kisses. "What do you think you're doing to me?"
"Jesus, your tongue!" he yelped.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled, swirling her tongue into the youngster's asscrack.
"Jesus, you're licking my asshole!"
She lashed her tongue back and forth over his shitter. If only he would stop talking so much!
"You're making me come. Jesus, I don't know ..."
No longer thinking, Laurie moved her tongue from his asshole to his crotch and sucked hard on his cockhead. When he lurched forward, his cock soared into her mouth.
By now her cunt was on fire. She knew when they fucked she would come. She was doing everything Harry told her to do. She was concentrating on feeling and not censoring herself.
Grabbing his prick in her hand, she controlled the sucking. Now she sucked his knob gently while she stroked the shaft and root. When he started coming, she was ready. Tilting her head back, she let the globs of spunk accumulate in her mouth.
The boy groaned continually as he filled her mouth with jism. By now her pussy was sopping wet and hot. All the while Buddy had been gasping and wiggling around. Now as she held her lips around his dwindling cock he seemed to relax.
"I'm going to make it hard again," she said, tossing her hair back. "You are?"
"Wait a minute." On an impulse she straddled him and held his prick inside her cuntlips.
Shifting forward, she rubbed up against him.
"Are you coming?" he croaked.
Rubbing wildly, tits wobbling, she nodded her head. "I think so." She bit her Up and began thrashing around. "Yes, I'm coming! Oh, yes! Oh, Buddy!"
Her orgasm took her breath away and she remained excited when it was over. But I came, she thought. Harry, I love you! Laughing happily, she crouched down and once more closed her lips around Buddy's cockhead.
"Buddy, I came," she breathed, her mouth working convulsively on his cock. "I came, Buddy. I came."
The boy gazed at her with frightened eyes, but she didn't care. She laughed and cried as she licked his balls. She had come and his cock hadn't been in her, but just touching her. Oh, Harry, you're wonderful!
Now she made the teenager get on top of her. He protested, but she insisted. "Just touch your cock here." She pointed at her clit.
He mounted her awkwardly. "But you said you were gonna make it hard again."
"I'll make it hard with my pussy," she said.
In the end she had to guide his prick to her cunthole. When his cockhead was lodged inside her pussy, she spasmed and came again.
She cried out, heaving her hips and forcing the teenager's cock into her snatch. She grabbed his ass and slashed his flesh with her fingernails.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
She threw her arms and legs around him as his cock plunged deep inside her. With every thrust his cock stiffened. She gyrated so wildly they almost fell off the bed.
"Fuck!" she yelled again and again as his cock drilled into her belly.
At one point she pushed him over and rolled on top of him. Now she was able to take his cock more deeply inside her. She dropped her tits over his face and ground her cunt around his prick.
"Oh, lover, you're fucking me so good," she whispered. "Oh, lover, you're making me come again! Oh, God, I'm coming again!"
The young wife was almost out of her mind with excitement. So many orgasms and each one so intense. And it was all due to Harry and his advice. .
"I'm gonna come soon, Mrs. Stanford."
The sound of her married name brought Laurie back to reality. She glanced down at the teenager. He looked so young and vulnerable.
She threw her head back and laughed. She squeezed his prick with her cunt and leaned over to kiss him.
"I'm ready whenever you are."
"Can I get on top?"
"Yes, yes, get on top."
Once he rolled on top of her, she wrapped her legs around his back and welcomed him into the saddle. "Now, slow and easy," she said as he thrust his prick into her.
"Can't," he muttered.
"Yes, hard!" she wailed. "Fuck me hard!"
All that mattered was that she come. And when they were through his cock was still hard. Harry had told her teenage boys had incredible lasting power and Harry was right.
Jism gushed from her cunt as she rose up and staggered to the bathroom. Buddy followed her and she let him pee between her legs as she sat on the toilet.
He seemed to have gained confidence in the course of a few hours. When he was through peeing, she took his prick into her mouth and licked it clean.
They laughed and played like two children. It wasn't until she glanced at the time that she realized she had to fix dinner. That realization brought her back to reality with a jolt.
She left Buddy downstairs while she went up to dress. When she returned, she averted her eyes as she paid him for the work he had done on the bushes.
He cleared his throat. "Can we do this again sometime?" he said.
"Yes," she breathed, touching his hair.
She hadn't bothered with underwear, but had just slipped into a robe. Her tits jostled as they walked to the door. She opened and then closed it.
"I don't want you to go," she said.
His eyes bore into her tits. "I don't have to."
Her eyes automatically went to his crotch. "That thing's not hard again, is it?"
He snickered. "Yeah, sure it is."
She linked her arm in his and guided him into the living room. Just as Harry said, she felt no guilt. She was doing it for Jerry and her marriage.
"Kiss me," she said, lying down on the sofa and holding her arms out. "Don't undress. Just take your cock out and get on top of me."
She watched the teenager yank his zipper down. When his cock was out, he joined her on the sofa and they embraced.
It was so easy once you knew how. Harry was a remarkable psychologist. In just one session she had learned so much. She was grateful and happy. Her thoughts were jumbled. Coming again too. Finger. Oh, yes, finger my clit. Keep doing that. Keep doing that there. Oh, God, coming so good! Jerry, I'm doing it for you."
CHAPTER THREE
"Well, hello. I think I'm in love."
The voice was deep and masculine. Laurie felt a quickening of her pulse as she gazed around and found herself looking into dark smoldering eyes. The man speaking to her was smiling and she automatically reached for her drink. She took a good look at him as she sipped her drink. Craggy features. Great eyes. Nice smile. Altogether very sexy looking.
"Hello," she said softly.
He stood over her, ignoring the empty barstool next to hers. "I'll have a scotch straight up," he said to the bartender. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in here in ages."
"I'm ... I'm Laurie Stanford."
"Greg Johnson."
He finally sat down next to her and his eyes shifted from her face to her legs. "You don't mind if I keep telling you how pretty you are?"
She blushed. "How could I?"
At her second session with Dr. Abel she had promised to go out to a bar and pick up the first man who approached her. She had only been in the bar about ten minutes when this wildly attractive man began flirting. Now her fingers shook as they chatted.
The bar was in a downtown office building. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. Laurie had been terrified about coming here alone, but now it seemed that she was coupled off with the sexiest man in the place.
"Do you work around here?" he said.
Laurie realized he thought she was a single working girl and she tried twisting her wedding ring off. "I'm sort of between jobs," she said.
He took her hand. "Married?"
She reddened. "Yes."
"Me too. That's good. Puts us on an even footing. What are you doing when you leave here?"
He was smiling pleasantly and showing perfect white teeth, but his eyes never left her legs.
"I guess I'll go home."
"I mean in the next few hours, not later. Don't answer that. I'll make the decision for you. Right now, how about another drink?" He snapped his fingers at the bartender and ordered another round.
"Just one more," Laurie said primly. She gazed from the bartender to Greg and shook her head. "I guess I'm not very good at this."
"I don't know what you mean but whatever it is you're good at it, believe me."
When their fresh drinks arrived, he grasped her arm and expertly guided her to an empty booth.
"This is better," he said. "Now tell me all about yourself."
She gulped her second drink while she spoke in generalities. She steered the conversation away from marriage and mates and before she knew it an hour had passed.
"I guess you have to get home to your wife soon," she said.
"My wife and I are separated. I don't have to go anywhere except where you want to go."
"Where I want to go?"
He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I was hoping you'd want to come to my place. We could have some dinner brought in and maybe ..." His voice trailed off.
Laurie was so unaccustomed to picking up men, her heart pounded. "Me, go to your place with you?" she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "That's the general idea, isn't it?"
"I ... I don't know."
He shook his head. "I don't know what to make of you."
"I guess I'm giving you a hard time." This wasn't going right somehow.
"Listen, I like you." His eyes bore into her cleavage. "I noticed you right away and I watched you awhile before I came over. And you've got class, honey. Class and brains. And you're here and so am I and we're both lonely."
"But as you noticed I'm married and I'm not separated from my husband."
He touched her cheek. "Oh, baby, you're so damn exciting."
Before she could object he dropped some bills on the table, led her out of the bar and into the motel next door.
"I'm living here for the time being," he said.
Be open to strangers, Harry had said. Trust your instincts and let your body enjoy itself.
His room was neat and sparsely furnished. There was a color elevision, a king-sized bed and a dresser and chair. There was a small refrigerator and he mixed drinks while she settled into the one lounge chair.
"I want you, Laurie," he said, handing her a drink and sitting on the bed near her.
"I know," she whispered.
He gulped his drink. "If you know it, how come you're still dressed?"
"I don't know." She had trouble meeting his eyes, but when she did they were so sweet she melted.
"I never thought I'd meet anyone like you," he said.
"Oh, I'm not that unique."
"Untrue. You're not only beautiful, you're sweet. And I don't give a damn that you're married. I admire you for your courage. Not too many women admit they need more than one man."
"But I-"
"Don't say it. I respect you. Honest I do." "But you picked me up. How could you respect me?"
"I think you're beautiful." His eyes went from her cleavage to her legs. "And I'll bet you have exciting tits." He grinned and his eyes narrowed. "Even with your clothes on they look lovely."
Pulling back, she touched her chest. "Oh my." Being with Buddy had been so easy. But this was different. She felt out of control and frightened.
Greg's gaze shifted to her legs and she suddenly realized she was showing him a lot of thigh. "You're lovely all over, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes ... no ... I don't know." She giggled uncontrollably. "You've got me so confused."
He moved closer and took her hand. "Do you like me?"
She tried pulling her hand away. "Yes, you're very nice."
"Just nice?"
"Very nice."
"Nice enough to fuck?"
She blanched, remembered Harry's words, and forced herself to look at him. "Maybe nice enough to fuck."
He grinned and the throbbing between her legs extended to her tits. "I'm making progress," he said.
She gulped her drink. "I guess you must know I was in the bar because I wanted to meet someone."
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. S and M? Bondage? I don't dig kinky sex, but I'll do it for you, baby."
"I don't know what S and M is and the thought of bondage scares me," she giggled. "That's not what I'm looking for."
"Money? Are you selling it." He reached into his pockets. "I'll pay if I have to. I really want to fuck you."
"I'm not a hooker," she hiccupped.
"I wouldn't care if you were."
"Put your money away, silly," she said.
He took her glass and set it on the table. "Let's get naked and get into bed."
His smile was warm and friendly, but his eyes still smoldered. She glanced around. "I'm new at this," she said.
He took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. "I could fuck you with your clothes on, but I might tear something."
He kissed her lips lightly. Her pussy moistened. She waited for more and he seemed to sense it because he laughed.
"Do you want me to undress you?"
"No," she said quickly.
He chuckled. "Because I'm very good at it." He backed her against the dresser. "But I'm even better when you're stripped. Oh, baby, don't try to get away now. I can't stick my cock into your sweet pussy if you keep wiggling around like that."
"But I . . ." she stammered.
His hands were all over her and he was kissing her neck and ears and throat. "Come on, beautiful. Stop teasing me." He kissed her with his tongue and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
"Yes, take my clothes off," she said, slipping her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, baby."
When her blouse was off, he pushed her bra straps down. Her tits bounced free and he touched them tenderly and lovingly.
"They're even more beautiful than I imagined." Bending down, he licked the puckered tips of her nipples.
She unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. Fortunately Jerry was working late again and she didn't have to be home for hours.
"Take everything off," Greg murmured, nibbling her tits and brushing his moist lips on the heavy underside.
"I will," she breathed.
In a moment she stood before him, naked and lovely and proud of her beauty. He stared at her so intently she blushed.
"Now you," she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want to see you too."
Leaning over, he kissed her lightly on the lips and began undressing. Laurie was confused by the intensity of her feelings. Here was a stranger she had never seen before and might never see again. And yet she felt closer to him at this moment than she felt to her own husband.
Suddenly it was important that she please him. I want to be the best fuck he's ever had, she thought. Yes, that's the truth. I want to be the best fuck of his life.
"What are you thinking?" he said as he stood before her naked.
She flushed prettily. "Nothing really." His cock was inches from her face. She had difficulty breathing.
"Come here," he said, pulling her to her feet and kissing her. "If it will make you feel any better I feel it too."
"Feel what?" His lips crushed hers and his chest imprisoned her tits.
"You know," he said, moving his big hands to her ass.
Suddenly he stepped back. His cock swayed like a club. It would be wonderful having that thing in her. Oh, how she wanted it!
"Do you like my cock?" he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, yes."
He stood with his arms hanging at his sides. "Get on the bed then."
She sank down on the bed and waited. "I'm ready," she said, her voice quavering. "Fuck me, please."
"Oh, baby!"
She was prepared to feel his cock slashing into her. But first he used his tongue on her tits and throat and lips until she was weak. His tongue and lips sent shivers up and down her spine.
His hands caressed and fondled her expertly, but, oh, his tongue! He kissed her boobs and licked them all around. Finally he worked his way down her belly to her beaver and from there to the wet split between her thighs.
She almost wept when he kissed her gash and she spread her legs to give him more room. This was even better than Harry and Buddy. This was heaven.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet and tasty," he said. "Oh baby, I want to fuck you so bad."
He was licking her pussy now, using his tongue like a paint-brush. She quivered and moaned and lay passively while he turned every nerve-ending in her body to jelly.
Suddenly he paused and she opened her eyes. She realized then she'd been muttering obscenities and she blushed.
"I don't know what came over me."
He stared at her unsmiling. His cock was big, almost lethal looking. His eyes darted from her tits to her cunt and then to her face.
"You really are beautiful," he said. He wrapped his fingers around his prick. "You're not scared of this thing, are you?"
"Oh, no. I want it." She blushed again. I must sound like a frustrated old-maid, she thought. She forced herself to stop staring at his cock.
He tousled her hair. "When are you going to touch it?" As he spoke he lowered his head and kissed the middle of her cunt-bush.
"You keep doing that to me," she giggled weakly.
He frowned. "You haven't even touched me yet."
"It's not that I don't want to . . ."
"Oh, baby, I love shy women," he said, nuzzling her tits and licking her rosy nipples.
"Let me touch you," she said, reaching for his prick.
"Squeeze it, baby," he said, dragging his tongue from her boobs to her belly. "Oh, baby, I'm going to suck your pussy awhile."
Suddenly he was crouching over her, pulling her legs apart as if she were a plucked chicken. A twinge of excitement shot through her as he began licking her pussy.
He thrust his index finger into her cunthole while he licked all over her smooth inner thighs. A wild tremor swept over her and she rolled her head to the side to avoid his eyes.
"Keep blushing like that, it turns me on," he said.
"Oh, God!" she yelled.
He lifted his head. "Are you okay?"
She grabbed his head and pushed it back down. "Keep sucking."
They laughed and then he was between her thighs again, licking away at her snatch. He vibrated his tongue over her clit and sucked the juice from her hole.
He continued moving his finger in and out of her cunthole. She writhed her ass and moaned continually. "Please, Greg, fuck me," she cried.
"Oh, baby!" Crawling over her, he supported himself on one elbow as he guided his prick toward her cunt.
She almost came when his cock touched her pussy. She arched her back and welcomed him inside her and she climaxed.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed, biting his arm as the spasms shook her.
"Jesus, you're a hot one," he said.
She wrapped her legs around his back and felt his balls on her ass. "You don't know what this means to me," she said.
"Hey, baby, you don't know what it means to me," he grinned.
How different he was from Jerry! When Jerry fucked her, he came before she had a chance to get started. Now that she knew what ecstasy was she had no intention of giving it up.
She babbled incessantly as they fucked. Greg changed positions several times, but she loved when he landed on top again.
"You like when a guy takes charge, don't you?" he said.
"Yes, I love it."
"I'm not giving you all of it," he said. "Should I push the rest of it in?"
"Yes, give me all of it," she said. "Please, stick it all the way in."
Now he drove his prick into her pussy in a frenzy. Her arms encircled his neck and held him while he thrust.
"It's so good, Greg," she said. "So good.
Oh, darling, keeping doing that! I love the way you fuck. Can we do it again? Can we meet again?"
"Oh, baby," he panted.
She felt his hot breath on her neck as he pistoned his prick in and out of her gash. She felt him stiffen and then twitch as he came and when his jism erupted into her she came too.
When he collapsed on top of her, she stroked his back and kissed his shoulder. She breathed deeply, tingling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
This is the way sex is supposed to make you feel, she thought. She hugged this stranger who lay on top of her and kissed his his damp forehead.
"I can go on now," he breathed, raising his head. "Do you want some more?"
She stared at him unblinking. "Of course."
His cock was still inside her. It had wilted, but when he began thrusting it immediately stiffened.
"Oh, Greg, I never met anyone like you before," she said.
"You love it, don't you?" he said. "You love being fucked like this."
"Oh, yes," she managed to say. "Oh, yes, you're all the way in me now. Oh, yes, do it faster, please."
He began fucking her faster and soon his balls were slapping her ass and his cock was splitting her in two with every thrust.
When he came, his cock jerked wildly inside her. She clawed at him as she convulsed and collapsed under him.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was past five when Laurie arrived home. It had been a week since her first date with Greg. She had just come from his place and she was in a rush to start dinner.
Her entire body tingled as a result of the afternoon of lovemaking. She decided to fix Jerry an extra-special dinner. She felt guilty about enjoying herself so much, but not guilty about cheating.
Since it was too late for a slow-cooking pot roast, she took two steaks from the freezer and placed them in the microwave to defrost.
She had just begun tearing up lettuce for a salad when the telephone rang. It was Greg.
"It was great, honey," he said.
"It was great for me too."
"Same time next week?"
"Yes." She squeezed a tomato until it burst. Glancing down at her hand, she giggled. "I can hardly wait."
"Me too." He paused. "You really knock me out."
"What can I say?" She glanced nervously at the wall clock. Jerry would arrive home any moment.
"You sound a million miles away." "I'm fixing dinner."
"You should be fixing my dinner, not his." "I know."
"Baby, my tongue aches for you."
She melted. "Oh, Greg!"
She could see that Jerry was in a lousy mood the moment he walked into the door. He dropped his attach� case on the kitchen table and stormed out of the room without a word.
She started following him, but then decided she had rights too. "Dinner will be ready soon," she sang out.
They ate in silence. Jerry picked at his steak and didn't touch his salad. "I'm disgusted with my damn job," he said.
Laurie gazed at him, bewildered. He never discussed his work with her. She always assumed he liked his job.
"What's wrong?"
He pushed his chair back. "If you were a woman who could help a guy it would make a difference."
"You never asked me to help. I never even met your boss."
"You always got scared when I mentioned having him over."
"I know, but we could take him out."
"Or we could go there. His wife his invited us more than once."
"I didn't even know he was married."
"Isn't everyone?" he said sarcastically.
She took a deep breath. Don't lose your temper and don't cry, she thought. "You didn't kiss me when you came home."
"You're not very kissable lately."
"But, I . . ."
He waved her away. "Sorry, hon, it's my fault. I'm depressed about business and I'm taking it out on you."
"It's okay."
"I'm really worried about my job." "Is it that bad?"
"Yeah, I better think of something or I'll be pounding the pavements."
"If it will help I'll invite your boss and his wife to dinner."
"It'd be better if we went there. They invited us for Saturday night." Laurie's tummy twisted. "That's nice, dear." "Jesus, don't sound so enthusiastic." "I'll do my best, Jerry." Despite her resolve her eyes filled with tears.
"Wear something sexy, huh? The old man and his wife like pretty things." "What's he like?" Her mind was a whirl. "He's about forty and horny, if you must know. I never met his wife, but I understand she's cock-happy."
Laurie giggled. "Well, then, I guess she can't be all bad."
Jerry shot her a glance. "Boy, this shrink is really doing a number on you." "Dr. Abel is a wonderful therapist." "He ought to be. He's costing me enough." "I'm making good progress. I almost came last time."
"Well, you better hurry up and get healed. Every time you don't come it costs me fifty bucks." "Oh, Jerry."
He rose up, bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Buy something black and tight. The old man likes big tits. You've got them so you might as well show them off."
She followed him into the living room. "What am I supposed to do with them? Shove them in his face?"
"That might not be a bad idea," he grinned.
He sat down and began reading the paper. She returned to the dining room and cleared the table. It sounded as if he wanted her to fuck his boss. Was it possible? Was he trying to tell her something all during dinner?
"What's Mrs. Goddard like?" she said when she joined him in the living room.
"Blonde and busty."
"Jerry!"
"You asked."
"You never used to talk that way." "It's time both of us began living in the real world."
"I don't know what that means, but I don't think I like to hear you talk about women that way."
"That's your problem, Laurie." His eyes never left the paper. "You're not growing as fast as you should. You're not growing at all."
That's what you think, she thought. Out loud she said, "I'll try and do better. Dr. Abel is helping me a lot. Honest he is."
Jerry buried himself in the sports page. "I'm horny, hon. Let's not talk about your terrific expensive shrink. Why don't you get into something sexy and we'll fuck."
Normally she became excited when he suggested fucking, but tonight was different. She was tired of his complaining. She was the one who got no satisfaction from their sex life. He always got his rocks off.
"Okay, honey," she said, switching on the television.
The program she was watching ended at ten. Jerry had dozed off and when he awakened he frowned. "I thought I told you to get into something sexy?"
"I'm going now," she said. "It's only a little after ten."
He continued grumbling. "Damn woman, good for nothing," he mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, Jerry!" she sighed as she left the room.
In a moment he followed her up to the bedroom. He's in a lousy mood and when he's in a lousy mood the fucking is awful, she thought as she went about preparing for bed.
She automatically washed her face and brushed her hair back. When she returned to the bedroom, Jerry frowned.
"Do you call that sexy?"
She glanced down at her terrycloth robe. "I thought I'd wear the nightie you bought me last Christmas."
He removed his shirt and pants and climbed onto the bed. "Forget the nightie and get naked." He yawned and scratched his balls. "Let's just get it over with."
She removed her robe and joined him on the bed. She began switching the lights off, but he stopped her. "Don't you like to watch when we fuck?"
She blanched. Watch him have a good time, he means, she thought bitterly. "I don't care," she said, stretching out on her back.
He leaned over her, squeezing his cock under the covers. "I don't know what's come over you," he muttered.
"Can I suck your cock first?"
"You really get off on my dick, don't you?" He rolled on top of her, frowning. "I'm too tired for that bullshit tonight. Let's just fuck."
"It would help a lot if you'd do more to turn me on. Dr. Abel says that ..."
"I don't give a fuck about Dr. Abel. In fact I'm not paying any more bills so you better get some free advice somewhere else. Pull your legs up. I'll give you a finger. Big thrill."
The frustrated wife pulled her legs back and spread her thighs. He poked a finger around her snatch and snickered.
"You sure get wet, I'll give you that. How come you can't come?"
She averted her eyes. If you only knew, she thought. "I almost came last time," she said.
He rubbed her clit. "I think you've got to try harder, hon," he said.
"Let me suck your cock, honey."
"Next time." With a mighty thrust his cock was inside her cunt.
She tried to stifle a groan. He was pumping in and out and in a minute he'd be through and she'd be left frustrated. Then he'd blame her and accuse her of being frigid.
"Come on, let it out," he panted, pawing her tits briefly. "Jesus, I'm gonna come."
"I'm trying," she said.
"You're half dead," he said. "Wiggle your ass a little. Christ, act like a woman."
"I'm trying, Jerry. Honest I am."
* * *
The evening at the Goddard's went well. The two couples became friendly over the next few weeks and began seeing each other regularly. Most of the time the Goddards entertained the younger couple at their palatial home. As a result of the friendship Jerry rapidly became one of the company's top salesmen and no longer complained about the money Laurie spent at Dr. Abel's.
Laurie enjoyed the friendship with Jerry's boss and his attractive wife. The only thing marring her happiness was her sex life. Although she always came when she fucked Greg and Buddy, she was still unable to come when Jerry made love to her.
One day after Jerry had landed a big account his boss invited them to spend the day at their pool. Laurie was delighted. She loved to swim and liked showing off her figure.
Saturday was warm and sunny and the young wife felt happy and carefree as they drove up to the Goddard estate.
"Maybe some day we'll have a house like that," she said.
Jerry parked the car in the driveway. "The way things look it won't be long," he said.
"Oh, Jerry, everything's going so well."
He grabbed their swimming gear from the back seat. "Yeah, except for your problems with sex."
"It's getting better," Laurie said as they climbed from the car. "Honest. I was this close last time."
"Yeah, you say that every time, but you never come."
The Goddards were waiting at the front door so the conversation ended. Grace Goddard was a busty blonde with sparkling eyes and long legs. She greeted them with a kiss and Matt patted Laurie's ass as they walked around to the back patio.
A waiter served drinks and hght snacks. Before changing into swim suits they all sat down under an umbrella and enjoyed the refreshments.
The sun felt good on Laurie's white skin. She. was careful to wear a large straw hat, but her thighs were already turning rosy from the sun.
After finishing their drinks they went inside to change into their swim wear. Grace disappeared, but Matt followed Jerry and Laurie into a cabana.
"Go see what's keeping Grace, will you?" Matt said to Jerry when the men had changed.
Matt linked his arm through Laurie's as they walked out to the pool. The waiter had left fresh drinks next to the lounges. Laurie wet her toes in the water and sank down on a glider.
She and Matt chatted until Grace and Jerry joined them. Grace was wearing a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Laurie noticed Jerry staring at her ass. She didn't mind. For some strange perverse reason it turned her on.
"Come and let me show you my new horse," Grace said to Jerry.
"Can I come too?" Laurie said.
Matt touched her arm. "Let them go. You and I can go see the horse later."
Laurie thought she saw a strange expression cross Grace's face. Jerry ignored his wife as he took his drink and followed on the blonde's heels.
Matt moved his glider closer to Laurie's. Soon they became so engrossed in their conversation she forgot about Jerry and Grace's absence.
Suddenly Matt stopped in the middle of a sentence. "I lost my watch," he said.
Laurie squinted into the sun. "You had it before. I saw it."
"I must have left it in the cabana." He rose up, turned to her and smiled. "Come with me. I don't want to lose my train of thought."
She thought nothing of it and followed him into the cabana. She liked Matt Goddard. He reminded her of her father.
His watch was on the bar and Laurie turnec to return to the pool. "See. I told you it was here."
Matt's smile disappeared. "Don't go yet."
The brunette blinked. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, smiled and shook his head "You're a naive little thing, aren't you?"
Suddenly Laurie realized something was going on. First Jerry disappears with Grace. Then Matt insists she accompany him to the cabana My God, they're swingers, she thought. How could I not see it?
Matt stared at her in amazement. "You really don't know what's going on?" he said.
"I think I'm beginning to."
She took a deep breath. The older man drank in her tits. In a moment he was kissing her bruising her lips with his.
"Jerry's probably sticking it to Grace by now," he said.
His tongue probed her mouth and the brunette struggled to breath. "I though we ... I don't know."
"Why do you think I've thrown all that business Jerry's way? Don't you know that one hand washes another?" As he spoke he began fondling her tits.
"Does Jerry know you and I are . . . you know ..."
"If he doesn't he's a sap and I don't hire and promote jerks. Come here you little devil." He pressed his hands against her tits and erected her nipples. "You're so damn sweet and pretty." .. She put her arms around his neck. "I guess if Jerry's doing it with Grace it's okay."
He bit her ear lobe and blew in her ear. "You're adorable. Grace has had the hots for Jerry for weeks. And I always give Grace what she wants." He let his free hand trail down to her ass while he fondled her tits. "You don't really want to swim, do you?"
She threw her head back as he kissed her throat. "Not really," she said.
She didn't object when he removed her halter top. When her tits bounced free, he lowered his head and kissed them.
"I've got a feeling you're a hot one," he said.
She thought about the past months and all the fucking she had done. "Kiss me," she breathed.
He kissed her hard on the mouth, but then dragged his lips down to her naked chest and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
She moaned with delight and toyed with the hairs on the back of his neck. "Where are we going to go?" she said.
"There's a bed over there." He sucked her nipples gently, using both hands to outline her tits and ass.
"Don't stop," she sighed.
"Oh, baby, you've got nothing to worry about."
"Do they know . . . does Grace know you and I are together?"
He spit her tit out and stared at her. "Are you kidding?"
She guided his mouth back to her tits. "This is all so new to me."
"I love your innocence, baby. It's sweet."
As he continued kissing her boobs he worked his hands inside her swim suit and felt her sun-warmed flesh. She helped him peel the garment down and didn't object when he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
As he slipped out of his shorts, she lay on the bed and opened her legs wide. He fell on top of her with a groan and began trying to shove his cock into her.
"Not so fast," she said, trying to squirm away.
"You've got me so damn hot," he muttered. "What are you doing? Come here."
In the course of the tussle she landed on her belly between his legs. Easing her lips down on his cock, she worked her fingers over his balls.
"Oh, so that's what you want," he chuckled. "Well, you just go ahead and suck it. I forget sometimes how you dolls love cock."
She flicked her tongue hungrily over his piss-slit and tasted his juices. He grunted when she opened her jaws wide and took his cockhead into her mouth.
He lurched upward, sending his cock deep inside her mouth. "Oh, baby, what a sweet mouth," he said.
"I'd like to get on top if you don't mind," she said after a while.
The older man nodded. "Get on top and stick it in."
Straddling him, she lowered her cunt toward his prick. He grabbed his prick and teased her clit with the head before letting her slip it into her gash.
"Slow and easy, baby," Matt said. "We've got all afternoon. Oh, baby, can you fuck."
Laurie twisted her ass as she directed his cockshaft against her clit. She loved being on top. She loved fucking Jerry's boss while Jerry was fucking Grace. She couldn't wait to tell Harry about it.
She came quickly and when she opened her eyes Matt lifted her up and rolled on top of her. he shoved his prick into her cunt and then pulled it out.
"Turn over, I want your ass," he said.
"I've never had it there," she cried.
Her tits wobbled as she climbed onto her hands and knees. He bit her ass and swiped his hand between her legs.
"I'll teach you what you don't know. A virgin asshole. What a fucking treat. I didn't know there were any left."
CHAPTER FIVE
She trembled as she squatted down. "I don't think I want you to do this," she said. "I think it will hurt."
He tightened his grip on her hips. "It won't hurt unless you fight me."
He sounded excited. She glanced back and saw the glitter in his eyes. There was no way she could talk him out of it. He was going to fuck her in the ass and she just had to accept it. "Don't be scared, honey," he said, stroking and pinching her ass. "Your asshole will open up just like your cunt does. You'd be amazed how much it stretches."
"If you say so," she groaned. The way he was handling her ass was turning her cunt to jelly.
When he jabbed his cockhead against her shit-ter, she automatically closed herself up. "Let me in," he said obviously losing patience.
"Please don't. It hurts."
"I haven't even put it in yet." He placed his knee in the small of her back and forced her down onto her belly. She struggled and tried to push him off, but he was strong and she didn't have a chance.
"I love when you fight me, you little tiger," he snickered.
Kneeling behind her, his dick thrusting up from between his strong thighs, he pried her asscheeks apart and exposed her asshole.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she squealed as his fingers dug into her flesh. "Don't hurt me."
"I'm doing you a favor," he said as he pushed his cockhead into her butt.
"No!" she shrieked. "Stop!"
"Take it easy, honey. Don't you want your husband to continue doing well? If you like all the money he's bringing in, you better shut up and cooperate."
So that was it. There was a price to pay for Jerry's success. "Okay," she groaned. "I won't fight you."
"That's better, sweetie."
He held his prick between her meaty asscheeks and pushed in. His knob entered her easily and it hurt, but she stifled the scream that began in her throat.
"Good, huh?" he chuckled.
"Yes, it's good," she said.
"The best part is yet to come. I don't even have my shaft in. Jesus, you're tight."
"Please, not the whole thing." His cockhead felt like a watermelon in her virgin asshole. "Please don't stick the whole thing in."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she begged him to stop. He ignored her, pushing an inch of his shaft into her butt.
"Jesus, your fucking shitter is shutting around my cock. You ought to see it. Jesus, what a tight ass." As he spoke, he thrust his cock more deeply inside her brownie.
"Ouch!" she yelled. "You're hurting me."
"Shut up and stop screaming. I can make or break your husband, so you better enjoy it."
"Okay, I'll be quiet," she whispered.
"That's better." Clutching her hips, he plunged his prick deep inside her clutching
Sniffing, she tried ignoring the pain. Dr. Abel said to concentrate on the pleasure. Well, she couldn't feel much pleasure at the moment.
"How's this?" Matt hissed sadistically as he lunged forward and filled her asshole with his prick.
"It's good," she yelled. "I love it."
"Lying bitch," he chuckled. "But you'll be begging for it before I'm through with you."
She had never experienced such intense pain I in her life, but she knew for Jerry's sake she had I to endure. She took a deep breath when he I pulled out, but then he thrust in again and she I wept.
"Please, take it out," she wailed.
"I love when you scream like that. It makes I it even better, sweetie."
He began slamming his cock in and out of I her ass and with every thrust the pain dissipated. Soon she became aware that she was beginning I to enjoy it. She began thrusting her ass back to welcome his cock.
"You can do it harder," she said timidly when he began slowing down.
"I guess it doesn't hurt any more," he snickered.
"It feels good now," she gasped.
"Oh, baby, what you do to me!"
He fucked her hard and deep and she writhed her ass and fucked back. She raised her ass and moved a hand between her legs to fondle her pussy.
"I love it," she cried. "I never felt anything like it before."
Her big tits wobbled and bounced as he stroked. Her entire body trembled with lust as he slammed into her.
"Keep fingering yourself," he said. "Stick a finger into your twat and bring yourself off."
Covered with sweat, the horny young wife lost all sense of time and place as she felt her first orgasm approach.
"Don't stop," she said. "Please don't stop."
"Don't you worry about that," he roared as he slammed more forcefully into her butt.
"Oh, my God, it's good!" she cried, still fingering her pussy. She had never experienced a better orgasm.
The thickness of his prick filled her up and churned her bowels. She wiggled her ass to intensify the sensations. Oh, wait until Harry hears about this!
"So fucking tight, I can't believe it," he said.
The length of his cock jerked and twitched inside her. She craned her head and gazed back at him. He smiled.
"I told you it'd be good."
"I love it," she gasped. "Can you keep it up awhile?"
"Not too long, sweetie," he gasped. "Jesus, you're tight."
He began fucking her slowly and deliberately. His balls slapped her ass and he grunted with every thrust.
Then he exploded in a wild frenzy and rammed her so hard she thought he would tear her insides apart.
She moaned and wept from the force of his strokes, but she came again. When she recovered her senses, his thick come was gushing into her bung.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful," she whispered when he finally withdrew.
"Now, aren't you sorry you gave me such a hard time?"
* * *
Amazingly, Jerry never acknowledged what was apparent to everyone. He pretended he had fallen asleep that first day, and Laurie had no choice but to go along with the he.
The two couples continued socializing regularly. At some point in the evening they would separate. Matt and Laurie would go off together and Jerry and Grace would do the same. The younger couple never discussed it, but Jerry continued making great progress at the company and Laurie discontinued her therapy. She still didn't have orgasms with Jerry, but she had good sex with her various lovers. She missed Harry, but he lost interest in her when she stopped coming to his office.
As the months passed Laurie became more sophisticated and less trusting. She knew she and Jerry were living a he, but she still loved him and wanted their marriage to endure. She became more careless about her choice of lovers too.
One day she watched Jerry drive off on an extended business trip. She knew he would do plenty of fucking around and she intended doing the same.
Rather than feeling depressed about the deterioration of her marriage she felt elated. With Jerry away she could bring men to the house and not bother with the embarrassment of going to motels. Just thinking about all the good sex she would have while Jerry was away made her clit tingle.
She strolled back upstairs and showered. As she dried off she gazed at herself in the mirror.
I've changed, she thought with a start. My face is different. Harder, less sweet.
And about time too, she answered her image. It's time you grew up, sweetie. The world isn't all sweetness and honey.
She made up her face discreetly and brushed her long hair down her back. Throwing herself a satisfied kiss, she turned away from the mirror and began dressing. She didn't know what the day would bring, but she was ready for it.
She slipped into a short skirt and tee-shirt and returned to the kitchen where she brewed herself some fresh coffee. She was surprised when the doorbell rang. It was still early. Too early for salesmen to be coming around.
She opened the door to find a young man wearing a startled expression. "I think I've got the wrong house," he said.
"I don't think so," she smiled boldly.
"Well, hello," he said more confidently. "I guess I'm at the right place."
She appraised him quickly. He was neatly dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. She took in his lean, muscular body and thick curly hair. She decided he was about her age, maybe a few years older. He had a nice smile and good manners. Maybe fate had sent him just when Jerry had left town.
"Actually I was looking for a family named Hart," he said.
"I think they used to live here," she said.
He gaped at her wordlessly, but made no move to leave. "I guess they moved," he said.
She opened the door wide and motioned him inside. "Come on in. It's silly to be talking with the door wide open."
He told her he was trying to find his old college roommate, Bobby Hart. She remembered that they'd bought the house from a family named Hart.
"I guess you're out of luck," she said. "It's too bad your friend didn't tell you he moved. Now you'll just have to settle for me." Smiling seductively, she poured him more coffee.
"I'm glad he didn't tell me," he murmured.
Laurie grew warm from his glance.. "I guess you've been out of college a year or two."
"Three to be precise."
They chatted about his college days and discovered they shared the same birth date. After a half hour and endless cups of coffee Laurie felt as if she'd known him for years.
"Do you realize I don't even know your name," she said. "I'm Laurie Stanford." She extended her hand. He took it and held on tightly.
"Ray Winters, and I'm sure glad my friend's family moved."
He held her hand as they continued talking. The conversation soon became more personal.
"I guess your husband's at work," he said.
She took a deep breath. "Actually he's away on a long business trip."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "How long?"
"At least two weeks."
He hesitated, then squeezed her hand. "I better go now. I've got to find a place to stay."
"Wait." The neighbors would talk, but she didn't give a damn. "You can stay here. We've got plenty of room."
They rose up simultaneously and Laurie felt her heart pound. He took a step toward her and then a step back. She began speaking, but she stammered instead.
"Look, I know you probably think I'm your everyday aggressive housewife, but I like you," she said.
"I like you too."
"Shall we cut out the bullshit then?" His gaze was steady. "I'd like that." When he took her into his arms and crushed her to him, her whole body yearned for him.
"Come with me."
She took him into the den and they sat down on the sofa. She held her arms out and he kissed her.
"Oh, God, don't touch me like that," she squealed.
"I can't help it," he said. "I want you so bad."
His touch set her aflame. No one had ever come onto her so quickly or so aggressively. He had her skirt up and his head between her thighs before she could object. He was kissing her pussy through her panties and slipping his fingers around her horny cunt.
"You don't mind if I get my clothes off?" he said, rising up and stripping.
She watched him with relish. "No, I don't mind."
His body was beautiful. He was tan all over and his chest was sprinkled with golden hairs. His hips were slim and his cock was big. His knob was mushroom-shaped and his balls were enormous.
Quivering with excitement, she scrambled out of her clothes and fell to her knees before him. Her desire for the young man overwhelmed her good sense. The shades were up and the sun shone into the room as she seized his cock in her hand and began licking the tip.
"Jesus, Laurie, I never thought I'd meet a girl like you."
He moved his legs apart and stroked her hair. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he threw his head back and groaned as she sucked his cock.
She slid the ring of her lips down to the base of his dick. She took him into her throat and held his balls against her chin.
How she had changed since her first session with Dr. Abel! She had been so innocent hen. So naive.
Now she felt Ray's jism swelling his balls and she spit his cock out. "I'll take your second load in my mouth, but I want your first in my cunt."
He grinned, held her around the waist and guided her to the sofa. She had no sooner fallen onto her back than he climbed over her and began jabbing his cock into her.
"I'll eat you later," he said as he entered her.
She gazed up, eyes blazing. "Stick the whole thing in," she said. She milked his cock with her cunt. "More. Give me more."
"Laurie, this is great," he said, heaving into her.
As the thickness of his prick filled her, she reached for him. "Kiss me," she said, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
"Great," she mumbled, her mouth filled with tongue and her cunt with cock. She automatically bucked her hips, snapping her pelvis back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
"Oh, Laurie," he said, grasping her ass and pulling her more tightly against him. "I never knew anyone like you."
"Harder," she growled; A primitive, animalistic groan escaped her throat. "I love coming," she said. "I love it so."
She thrashed her legs and pumped her cunt at his stroking cock. She would have him here with her for the next few weeks and she would get fucked whenever she wanted it. What the hell was wrong with Jerry? Why couldn't he satisfy her?
She darted her tongue in and out of Ray's mouth. He held her so tight his chest crushed her tits.
"We'll fuck every morning and every night," she said, biting his lips as he cock-screwed into her.
"Anything you say," he mumbled "Anything."
"Finish up in my ass," she said.
"Oh, God!" He fumbled around for a minute before shoving his prick into her asshole. She came at once. "Easy, baby, easy," he said, slamming into her.
When he began filling her asshole with his jism, she came again.
CHAPTER SIX
Laurie was puzzled by Grace's words. The two women were alone in the Goddard house. The men were at the club playing golf and Grace and Laurie had just finished lunch.
Ray had left town after two weeks of almost constant lovemaking. Jerry had returned from his trip, warm but definitely withdrawn.
Now Grace repeated herself. "Don't you get bored with men sometimes?" she said.
Suddenly Laurie understood. The busty blonde smiled as she dismissed the maid. "Are you talking about sex?" Laurie said.
"What else is there?" Grace said. "I mean a cock is a cock, but I like something different once in a while. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I think so."
"I don't think you do."
"Well, I think you're talking about women making it with other women."
"You're catching on, hon," the blonde said. "Tell me, do you find my husband attractive?"
Laurie flushed. "I like Matt."
"He's a slob," Grace said dryly.
Laurie was becoming bored with Matt's lovemaking. "Jerry's doing so well with the company."
"And you like the money so much," Grace said sarcastically.
"It's easy for you to talk when you've got all this," Laurie waved her hand around. "Anyway, I don't think he's a slob."
Grace threw her head back and laughed. "He's my husband and you're defending him. How funny."
Laurie was becoming annoyed, but determined to maintain her composure. Grace was the wife of the boss, after all.
"Anyway, what has Matt got to do with two women making love?" Laurie said.
"Everything," Grace said with mock sweetness.
Suddenly Grace rose up and walked around behind Laurie's chair. She stroked her cheek and touched her hair. "Let's get out of here," she said imperiously and Laurie had no choice but to follow her.
Once they settled down in the living room, Grace began talking about Matt again. "Do you ever get jealous when Jerry and I go off together?"
Laurie flinched. "No, I never think about it," she lied.
"Bullshit," Grace said. "You think about it all the time."
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"He says you can't come."
The silence was deadening. Laurie's eyes flashed. "That shows how little he knows," she fumed.
"I thought so," Grace smiled. "You can't come with him, but you come with everyone else."
"Yes."
Grace brought her feet up on the sofa. "What secrets we find out when we finally get talking."
"Did he tell you I can't come?"
Grace took her hand and blew on her palm. "Of course. He complains about it all the time. And I come so good when he fucks me. It's because you're married to him, silly. It's the marriage license, not his cock."
"Oh," Laurie blinked. "I don't know why I'm talking to you about such personal things."
"Because I'm fucking your husband and you're fucking mine," Grace said, still holding her hand. "You and Jerry may bullshit your way through life, but I won't."
By now she was sitting so close to Laurie that she was breathing in her ear. Laurie felt immobilized, frozen to the spot.
"You get off on strange cock, but not on Jerry's," Grace continued. "It's not an unusual situation, darling. You probably love getting your asshole fucked too. No wonder Matt likes you so. Personally, I get tired of it." She rubbed her ass. "Thank God Jerry prefers my cunt."
She spoke so softly that despite the vulgarity of her words Laurie felt lulled by her voice. Was this really happening to her? Was it all a dream and would she wake up or was this reality?
She sat there trying to sort out her thoughts while Grace rubbed the back of her neck and talked non-stop. Suddenly the blonde was stroking her hip and thigh and soon her hand moved to her chest.
My God, she's seducing me, Laurie thought. If I don't put a stop to it she'll have my panties off.
Despite her initial revulsion, Laurie found herself intrigued by the situation. Dr. Abel had told her to have affairs with women, but she never had. Now she had the perfect opportunity. Why not try it?
"You haven't heard a word I've said," Grace said.
"Yes, I have."
"Well, what do you say then?"
"What do I say?" Laurie repeated.
"Now that you've tried a few things outside your marriage, why not try one of the world's oldest treats?"
Laurie's skirt was up and Grace was stroking her bare thigh. Suddenly Laurie giggled. First Matt and now Grace. I'm turning into the perfect corporate wife.
"I'm told I suck a mean tit," Grace said. "I bet I can make you come without touching your clit." Laurie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She giggled nervously while Grace stroked her boobs. "Never mind," the blonde said, running her hands under Laurie's sweater and fondling her tits through her bra. "I'll make the decision for you."
"If Jerry ever finds out he'll divorce me," Laurie whispered.
"He'll never find out," Grace said. "Honey, my juices are flowing, I don't know about yours. Mmmmmm, you're delicious."
Laurie was powerless to prevent what happened after that. Grace led her upstairs to the master bedroom and undressed her. She pulled Laurie's sweater over her head and revealed her bulging tits.
"Yummy," Grace said, expertly reaching back and unhooking her bra.
Laurie trembled when her tits fell out of the flimsy lace cups. Grace wasted no time. She took hold of both boobs and began licking them.
"Oh, baby," the blonde murmured, flicking her tongue around one nipple and then the other. She sucked Laurie's nipples until they stood out like two ripe strawberries.
Suddenly she released her. "Let's jack off together," the blonde said.
Laurie climbed onto the huge bed as Grace undressed. When both women were naked they began what Grace called a mutual masturbation.
"Isn't this fun?" Grace said, hefting her tits in her hands and sucking her own nipples.
Laurie spread her legs and played with her cunt. "This is more fun than I thought," she said.
"Uh huh," Grace said, hungrily licking her tits. Her pink pussy shone with juice.
Laurie was relieved. At least Grace wouldn't expect more than this. It was fun and rather kinky to masturbate in front of another woman. Anything else would be too scary.
"Do you want to go first or should I?" Grace said suddenly.
"You mean come?"
"I mean suck."
"Oh, God!"
"Forget God, I'm going to suck your pussy so good you'll beg for mercy." As she spoke she made a lunge for Laurie.
Laurie closed her eyes and groaned at the feel of Grace's mouth and tongue on her cunt. Grace gobbled her snatch as hungrily as any man. "I never knew it could be like this," Laurie said after having Grace's tongue on her pussy for five minutes.
"Now tell me this tongue of mine isn't as good as a cock!"
Laurie giggled weakly. "It's wonderful."
"Oh, baby, what a juicy twat."
"I see you girls started without me?"
The voice startled Laurie. She tried pushing Grace away and struggled to sit up. The man, who bore a startling resemblance to Grace, grinned as Grace finally released her.
"Meet my twin brother, Brad," she said.
"So you're Laurie?" he said.
Laurie was amazed at their nonchalance. Grace put her arm around Laurie and kissed her cheek. "My brother and I are very close. We share everything. You don't mind, do you?"
Laurie knew the whole situation was crazy, but she was helpless to stop it. "No, I don't mind," she said.
It was hard to believe what was happening, but soon Brad was naked and his twin sister was blowing him. He smiled at Laurie and held his arms out.
"If you'd like to sit on my face I'd be happy to do the honors."
Laurie quickly climbed over his face, squatted down and felt his tongue whip over her pussy. At the same time she faced Grace who had her brother's cock halfway down her throat.
The only sounds in the room were slurping and breathing. Brad's tongue felt its way around Laurie's gash. He found her clit and paused and then fluttered his tongue into her asscrack. Soon her juices ran down his cheeks as he used his fingers to fuck her asshole.
"Mmmmm," the horny wife said as her pleasure mounted.
The sound and sight of Grace sucking her twin's cock blew her mind. She was well on her way to orgasm within moments.
Brad held tight to her thighs as she rocked back and forth. With a powerful thrust of her hips she climaxed and fell forward against Grace.
Now Grace released Brad's cock and took Laurie into her arms. Brad moved to the corner of the bed and lit a cigarette. Laurie was anxious to get her mouth wrapped around his delicious looking cock, but it was obvious that Grace had other ideas.
"Brad likes to watch," Grace said, hugging Laurie and running her tongue into Laurie's ear.
Laurie felt a thrill run down her spine as Grace caressed her. She was turned-on by the thought of Brad watching them. She turned to him and he winked.
"Go to it, girls," he said.
When Laurie was flat on her back, Grace went to work on her. Grace's tongue was incredible. It was everywhere at once, twirling and swirling and licking and nibbling. One moment it was raspy and the next velvety.
She tirelessly licked Laurie's nipples and covered every inch of her tits with saliva. Around and around her warm wet tongue went, fluttering closer and closer to the throbbing mound between Laurie's legs.
Laurie moaned softly as she felt Grace's tongue on her round belly. She opened her legs, encouraging the blonde to quickly approach her drooling twat.
Grace licked more rapidly and when she arrived at Laurie's pussy she licked lightly over her bristly cunt-bush.
"Stick your finger in, Sis," Brad said.
"Yes, stick your finger in," Laurie moaned.
She squirmed her ass as Grace fingered her snatch. She grabbed her hand in an attempt to gain more pressure on her clit.
"I'm on fire," Laurie cried.
"I know you are," Grace said.
"Get your face in there, Sis," Brad said.
Laurie trembled. "Ooooohhhh, your tongue! Give me your tongue!"
Grace responded by thrusting her finger up and down Laurie's slit. Her tongue found Laurie's lust-swollen clit and she clamped her lips over the nub and sucked it into her mouth.
"You sexy cunt," Brad said.
Laurie's eyes rolled back as the other woman ate her. She closed her thighs around Grace's head and wriggled her ass.
"I love it," she said.
Grace drooled over her gash and deliberately licked it up again. She sucked up the flow of juice oozing from Laurie's cunt and swallowed it down.
"You hot-assed little bitch," Grace said. "No wonder Matt likes fucking you."
"And no wonder Jerry likes fucking you," Laurie giggled.
"Bitch!" Grace hissed, thrusting two fingers into Laurie's hot pussy and licking her clit.
She seemed to be deliberately teasing the younger woman. Every time Laurie was about to come Grace would stop licking her clit.
"Don't stop!" Laurie wailed, straining to push her pussy into Grace's face.
The two women rolled around as Grace sadistically raised her head. "Now me," the blonde said.
There was a moment of silence. Then Brad chuckled. "Come here, Laurie," he said. "I'll finish you off."
"Oh, no, you won't," Grace said firmly, her strong arms holding Laurie in place. Once again Grace buried her head between
Laurie's thighs. Laurie felt faint as the other woman fingered and licked her.
As for Grace, she had suspected Laurie was a hot piece. Well, she'd bring her off, but in her own sweet time.
Suddenly Laurie felt herself being turned over. Now she lay on her belly and Brad's cock poked against her Up. She felt Grace behind her and hungrily opened her mouth and sucked Brad's cockhead inside.
"Get it good and hard, baby," Brad said. "Watching your girls really turned me on."
"I'll get some drinks," Grace said, buzzing for the maid.
Laurie was amazed when ten minutes later the maid arrived with a tray of drinks. She had her mouth stuffed with Brad's cock when she met the maid's eyes. The woman's face was expressionless, but Laurie spit Brad's cock out.
He thrust it back in and held her mouth closed around it. "Hand me a martini, Maria," he said to the maid.
"Anything for the lady?" Maria said, nodding toward Laurie."
Brad chuckled. "You'll have to ask her."
"Would you care for a martini, madam?" she said to Laurie.
Laurie nodded frantically. Everything was so crazy. Maybe I'm crazy too, she thought.
When the maid had left, Grace lay on her side next to her brother and masturbated while she sipped her drink.
"Is she blowing you as good as I do?" Grace said.
Brad tousled her hair. "She's good, Sis."
Grace stuck out her tongue at her twin. "Matt thinks so too."
Meanwhile Laurie gripped his cock with one hand and eagerly licked the jism from his piss-slit. When she took his cock deep inside her mouth, she felt it swell and jump against her tongue.
Relaxing her jaws, she took only his cockhead inside and sucked lightly on the flared rim of his knob.
She paid little attention now to Grace, who was talking to her twin in husky seductive tones while she jerked off.
When her pussy became inflamed, Laurie let herself go, sliding her lips hungrily up and down Brad's shaft. He reached down and stroked her cheek.
"Stick your tongue in my ass," he said.
Grace giggled as Laurie obeyed. The younger woman shot her tongue down to his asscrack and attempted to insert it into his bung.
"Take my cock all the way in your mouth," he said and again Laurie mindlessly obeyed.
Her lips were stretched wide around his shaft when he shot forward and thrust his prick into her throat.
"I can't stand it," Grace said, climbing over her brother and covering his face with her cunt. "I guess we still need men," she said to Laurie.
Laurie nodded, her mouth stuffed with stiff male-meat. We do! We do! she thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One day after a particularly exciting session with Grace, Laurie arrived home still horny. She knew what she needed was a cock. No matter how good the sex was with Grace she always needed a cock afterward.
Brad sometimes joined them and fucked her at least once. But she knew he preferred his twin. He and Grace couldn't keep their hands off each other. Now as she started dinner Laurie thought about Jerry. Lately she had been considering divorce. The word used to strike terror in her heart, but no more. Since she had no children to worry about she could always get a job and support herself.
You and who else? a little voice inside her said. You like nice things and you're lazy. You don't want to go to some hack job every day.
I do too, she answered as she defrosted two steaks. I won't stay married if things go on as they are.
But she knew she could. Jerry was totally uncommunicative, but he was better than nothing. And he was doing so well financially. Soon they would be able to afford a new house. Why should she leave him now and let some other woman reap the benefits that were deservedly hers?
All you could be is a hooker anyway, the voice said.
I could get a job as a receptionist, she answered.
All you're good at is fucking, the voice taunted. Admit it. You'd be a flop in an office.
"No!" she said out loud as she tore into a lettuce. "I just don't think it'll be necessary to take that kind of drastic step."
When she found herself talking out loud, she switched on the television and finished tossing the salad. Jerry would be home soon and probably complain about having steak for the second time that week.
As she busied herself in the kitchen, she thought about her life. She had changed so in the past year. She was almost sorry she was no longer the third little wife who was horny but faithful. Things were simpler then, she thought.
And duller, the little voice said.
"Shut up!" she snapped.
Talking to yourself again, honey? the voice said.
"Fuck you!" she hissed, forcing the voice out of her head.
For the next hour she played the part of a busy housewife. When she heard Jerry drive up, she had finished her second drink and was about to start on her third.
Some happy housewife, she giggled to herself. We drink to keep ourselves going.
When Jerry entered the kitchen, she was struck by his remote expression. Any hope she had for a nice evening went out the window and she gulped half her drink to fortify herself.
His eyes were cold when he bent to kiss her. "Hitting the bottle, early, huh?" he said.
"This is my first," she lied.
He threw the newspaper down on the table. "Yeah, you smell like a brewery."
"Don't be so holier than thou," she snapped.
He glanced at the microwave where the steaks were defrosting. "Is it too much to expect a cooked meal once in a while?"
"You like steak."
"I like pot roast too."
"We can afford steak."
"Maybe not much longer," he said tight lipped.
She froze, watching him as he took a beer from the refrigerator. "What's that about?"
He tossed off half the beer. "Matt's bugging me lately."
Laurie lowered her eyes. They hadn't been seeing much of the Goddards lately. She saw Grace during the day, but the two couples seldom got together.
She cleared her throat. "Is it something I've done?"
He gazed at her coldly. "I don't know. Is it?" Picking up the newspaper, he disappeared into the living room.
Laurie followed him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
He lowered the paper and stared at her. "What did you do to Matt to get him mad?"
Her lower lip began quivering. He didn't care about her. All he cared about was his damn job.
"I didn't do anything," she said. "Why don't you look to yourself."
He gazed at her a long minute. Then his face softened. "I guess I shouldn't blame you. He's a strange bird. Never mind, hon. When are we eating?"
"I'll put the steaks in the broiler."
He handed her his empty beer can. "Get me another, will you?"
She resented waiting on him, but she took the empty can and went to the kitchen. What did he mean about his job? Just when he was doing so well. And maybe it was her fault. She oughtn't to have let Matt grow bored with her.
When dinner was ready they ate in silence. "I'm going out of town tomorrow," he said. "I'm bushed. Pack a bag for me, will you, hon, and don't forget socks. You forgot them last time, remember?"
"Sometimes I feel like a maid around here," she said, tears flooding her eyes.
He shot her a glance. "We're not doing too well, are we?"
She fidgeted with her steak. "No, we're not."
"Maybe you ought to go back to the shrink and see if he can help."
"Maybe you ought to go. Why is it always my fault?"
"If you were a normal woman we wouldn't have these problems," he said coldly.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"If you could come like a normal woman ..."
"I do, with real men!" she fumed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She pursed her lips. "Nothing. I just got mad is all."
"Look, you're my wife and I love you. We'll make it." He patted her hand. "I've just got a lot of pressures on me lately. We'll make it."
They continued eating, but the food stuck in Laurie's throat and she soon gave up. She toyed with a roll while Jerry finished.
"Can we make love tonight?" she whimpered.
"I'm really not in the mood."
"Do you still find me appealing?"
"You're my wife."
"That's no answer. Why don't you want to fuck me?"
"You know I hate when you talk that way." "Oh, Jerry!"
"Dammit!" He pushed his chair back from the table and rose up. "I've got enough troubles with my damn job without you hounding me all the time. And you don't come anyway so why do you want to fuck?"
She left the table in tears and ran upstairs. Throwing herself down on the bed, she sobbed into the pillow.
In a moment Jerry followed her. "I'm sorry, hon," he said, sitting next to her on the bed. "I know it's not your fault."
She turned to him, her face tear-streaked and her lips trembling. "Do you want a divorce?"
He smiled. "You're seeing too many movies."
"That's not funny. Do you?"
He stroked her hair and for the first time in months she saw affection in his eyes. "No, I don't want a divorce," he said softly. "I happen to love you."
Her heart leaped. Thank God!
At that moment she desired him. "Oh, honey, I want you so badly." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face down and kissed him.
"Are you drunk?" he said suspiciously.
"No, I only had a few drinks," she said. "Please, fuck me."
He glanced at his watch. "I brought some work home."
Squirming around, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed.
"When did you get so aggressive?" he said.
She took his hands and moved them under her skirt. "I think if we fuck now I'll come," she said. "I almost made it last time, hon. Please."
He pulled her panties down and squeezed her ass. "You've been saying that for years." But his eyes sparkled with excitement.
He dug his fingers into her ass almost brutally. The pain was exciting. She saw that he had a hard-on in his pants and she spread her legs and pulled him down over her.
"Don't get undressed," she breathed. "Just fuck me."
"You're making me hot when you talk like that."
"Oh, honey, I feel like this is it." "We'll see."
Quickly unzipping his fly, he brought, his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. With a mighty thrust he entered her.
Her cunt snapped shut around his prick-bone. He pulled out and plunged in. Her orgasm was so close. She knew she'd make it this time. She just knew it.
"Come on," he said as she writhed around under him.
She had her legs in the air now, at the brink of orgasm. "Just another minute," she said. "Just do it another minute."
"Can't do it!" he cried. "I'm coming!"
"Noooooooo!"
His jism flowed into her and when he was through he flopped down on top of her. "Did you make it?" he gasped.
"No," she whispered.
"Wise up, Laurie," he said, rising up, his face grim. "You've got a problem."
* * *
"Come on, baby, tell me what you want?" Greg chuckled.
Laurie gazed up at her lover and sighed. "I want your cock," she said.
"Attagirl," he smiled as he pulled her into his arms.
The moment Jerry left town she phoned Greg and invited him over. Now they were in bed. The very same bed Jerry had so recently left.
Her heart was pounding as she felt his prick against her belly. She would have no trouble coming with Greg. She never did. Whatever her problem was with Jerry it wasn't her fault. She come easily enough with strangers.
"Baby, why haven't I heard from you lately?" he said.
She closed her eyes as his hands roamed her body. "Don't talk," she said dreamily. "Just touch me."
Her tits tingled and the hammering in her chest intensified. Nothing mattered at this moment but the satisfaction she was finding in Greg's arms.
"I'm back with my wife," he said.
"So what?"
"Okay, take your clothes off," he ordered, releasing her so suddenly she fell back.
She scanned his face for a moment. "All right, if you want to talk about it I'll listen."
He reached for his zipper. "Sometimes I think all you care about is cock," he said.
"But that's why we're friends," she said. "It's just sex after all."
"Yeah, I guess so. Come here." Grabbing her shoulders, he kissed her so hard his teeth dug into her lips.
"That's more like it," she said.
"You need it bad, baby." His mouth came down on hers.
"Let's get our clothes off," she said.
Throwing the covers back, he crouched over her. "Put it in," he said.
Pm becoming like a man, she thought. All I care about is fucking.
"Suck it," he said. "Get it in your mouth."
Wriggling down, she positioned her mouth under his cock. "Do you still like when I suck your cock?" she said.
"I like when any chick sucks my cock."
"You're so romantic."
"Suck it!" he hissed. "You wanted it, suck it."
Parting her lips, she drew in a few inches of his thick cockshaft and started sucking. She wrapped her tongue around its bulk and moved it furiously over his cock-slit.
She labored enthusiastically and all the while he muttered obscenities. She almost choked when he pushed most of his cock into her throat, but he pulled back just in time.
"I've got a friend meeting me here later," he said.
She twisted her head and expelled his cock. "You what?"
"Keep sucking. A buddy of mine is picking me up here. What's the problem? Maybe he'll give you a thrill."
She suctioned his entire cock into her mouth and rolled her head from side to side. It was obvious he wanted her to take on his friend too. Well, why not? She'd tried everything else.
"Suck, sweetheart, suck. Stop dreaming and suck."
She held his balls against her chin and nibbled his cock-knob. She poked her tongue into his pisser and tasted his juice.
"Does your friend want to fuck me?" she said.
He lunged forward, thrusting his cock into her mouth. "Sure, baby, if you want it."
"My pussy feels lonely," she said. "Is your friend nice?"
"He's got a big cock if that's what you mean." Knowing what she wanted, he pulled her on top of him and smiled up at her. "I guess you want to be fucked, huh?"
She dropped one of her tits into his face. "Yes, I want to be fucked."
He sucked her tit into his mouth. "Put it in, baby," he said.
Her tits wobbled heavily as she straddled him and prepared to take his cock inside her. Ass raised, she guided his prick to the socket of her cunt.
He helped by holding her hips and in a moment he was inside her. With a sigh of satisfaction she began thrusting.
Holding her tits in her hands, she offered them to him. "How come you fuck me so good?" she said.
Craning his neck, he managed to capture her nipple between his teeth. "I guess I just have the knack."
"Why can't my husband make me come!"
Her nipples stiffened as he sucked and kneaded her tits and she began bouncing up and down On his upthrust dick.
"Oh, baby, you sure can fuck," he said, switching to her other tit.
Soon she was fucking him so fast her tit dropped from his mouth. "Coming so good!" she shrieked.
As his balls erupted he grabbed her tits and pulled her down over him. His jism gushed into her spasming cunt, adding to her enjoyment.
"That was so good," she whispered, moving back between his legs and taking his wilted prick into her mouth.
"What a cocksucking bitch," he chuckled.
She swirled her tongue all over his cock from the tip to the root. When it was clean again, she threw herself on top of him.
"Want me to toss you another one?" he said.
"You know I do."
"How about my friend here."
She whirled around. Standing in the doorway was a tall thin man who was busily undressing.
"Meet Ben," Greg said.
Ben nodded. "Nice to meet you."
In a moment he was undressed and climbing onto the bed. Laurie glanced at both men and shrugged. Why not? In her heart she wanted it. Why not admit it?
"Okay, Ben, or whoever you are. Fuck me."
"Oh, baby, will I?" he said, reaching for her.
"I want both cocks in me at once," she babbled. "One of you fuck me in the ass and the other fuck my pussy. Hurry, I'm so horny."
She threw herself at Ben, shoving her tits into his face and kissing him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and reached for his prick.
"Jesus, she's dynamite," he said. "Where do you want it, baby?"
"From behind." She dropped onto her hands and knees and braced herself on her arms. She looked around for Greg. "Let me suck your cock while he fucks me."
Greg sank to his knees before her and stuffed his prick into her mouth while his friend crouched behind her and spread her asscheeks.
Her pussy gaped open, but it was her asshole that tempted him. Holding his cock in his fist, he winked at Greg who winked back. Laurie cared about nothing but the two cocks at her disposal.
"Stick it in my ass," she hissed and Ben didn't wait for a second invitation.
In a moment his cock was balls-deep inside her brownie. She held Greg's balls in her hands and slid her lips up and down his fuck-pole.
"Jesus, her asshole's been there before," Ben said.
Using her free hand, the well-fucked wife reached underneath and began rubbing her clit. The men fucked her in tandem. Greg was the first to come. Holding her head with both hands, he rammed into her while his jism spewed into her mouth.
She worked her throat muscles convulsively as her asshole clamped shut around Ben's prick. As she began coming, Ben came too.
With a frenzied burst of energy the stranger rammed his cock so far up her ass she thought he would tear her insides. And like a wild man he continued until his balls were drained.
The two cocks were barely out of her body when she threw herself on top of Ben and tried sucking his fucked-out cock into her mouth.
"Give it to me," she said.
Ben looked at his friend and snickered. "This chick is insatiable, you know?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
One night, a few weeks later, Laurie sat at home alone brooding. Jerry was out of town again and she was depressed. She had phoned Dr. Abel in desperation, but his answering service answered. No help there, but she left a message and waited for his call.
She and Jerry still fought over her inability to come when they fucked. He accused her of causing him problems with Matt and Grace and of being frigid.
That last accusation had been shouted as he stormed out of the house. She knew if she didn't get help soon her marriage was doomed.
Now she sat in the den drinking heavily and waiting for Harry to call. A low murmur of voices drifted to her from the television set in the kitchen, reminding her of the outside world and adding to her depression.
She thought about phoning Grace and Matt, but decided against it. She wasn't in the mood for either of the Goddards. No, better to stay in the house and drink herself into a stupor until Harry called.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. She leaped up from the sofa, spilling her drink. Maybe it was Harry. Maybe he got her message and sensed she needed help badly.
When she crossed the room, she had trouble walking a straight line. She was hitting the bottle earlier and earlier in the day. I'm coming, she grumbled to herself when the bell rang again.
"Who's there?" she sang out drunkenly, pulling her robe more tightly around her.
Even before she opened the door, she recognized the aroma of Harry's pipe. She flung the door open and swayed drunkenly.
The psychologist smiled, his pipe in his hand, and stepped into the house. "You sounded distraught."
She moved aside and closed the door behind him. "I am," she said.
She led him into the den and offered him a drink. He sank down into a chair without removing his trench coat and shook his head.
"You're drinking too much, aren't you?" His face and voice showed concern.
"Yesh," she slurred, filling her tumbler with scotch. "I can't come with my husband and I'm getting to be a drunk."
"Laurie, you're beginning to let yourself go."
She touched her hair. It was tangled and hanging wild around her face. "Don't I look pretty, Doctor?" she hiccupped. "You used to think I was pretty." He didn't answer so she giggled and repeated the question.
"I think you're very pretty," he finally said. "And I also think we better have a talk."
"Why can't I come with my husband?" she sniffed, tears filling her eyes.
The doctor joined her on the sofa and took the glass from her hand. "Because you have a psychological hang-up, but drinking isn't going to help you."
"I'm always horny, Harry," she whispered, pressing up against him. "Kiss me, Harry. Make love to me and make me come. That's more than my husband can do."
"Laurie, Laurie," he murmured when she began stroking his crotch.
She giggled seductively and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You always make me come, Dr. Abel. You make me come so good. How come Jerry can't make me come?"
His face changed subtly as he puffed on his pipe. "I'm trying to help you, Laurie, but you must cooperate too. I have a new treatment, which I'll tell you about before I leave. But before we go into that, let me relieve the little itch you seem to have between your legs."
"Little itch?" she giggled. "I'm a horny cunt, Doc."
Slowly, he lay his pipe in an ashtray and rose up. "I'll have that drink now," he said.
She poured him scotch on the rocks and refilled her own glass. "I suddenly feel sober," she said, handing him his drink.
"Come here, Laurie," he said, holding his arms out.
She perched on his knee and wrapped one arm around his neck. "You always make me feel so good, Harry," she said, nuzzling his neck. "Why can't Jerry be more like you?"
"Always looking for the easy way, aren't you?"
She kissed the comer of his mouth. "Drink up and take me to bed, doctor, dear. I'm your patient and I'm paying you for this visit, I assume. I am paying you, aren't I?"
"I must charge you for the time I spend with you," he said.
"Even when you're fucking me, Doctor?"
He reddened. "It's all part of the treatment."
She tongued his ear. "Oh, yes, I forgot. Okay, then, let's get it on." As she spoke, her drink spilled on his pants.
"Now see what you've done!" he exclaimed.
"Kiss me."
Smiling grimly, he extended his empty glass. They rose up together and as she turned, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I've never treated a patient in her home before," he said.
An impish smile played on her pretty face. "Treated, Doctor?" she said.
He hesitated a moment. "I'm determined to help you, but you're not making it easy." He turned her around and took her hands in his.
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry I hurt you."
"I know, I know." They embraced.
"I know you want to help me," she said.
He clutched her ass. "I'm determined to help you, Laurie." He slid his hands under her robe and touched her bare skin.
"I've fucked young boys," she whispered as they french kissed. "And women. I've done everything you suggested and then I go to bed with Jerry and nothing works." She felt his hardness pressing into her belly.
"We'll lick this thing," he said gruffly. "I promise you, we'll lick this thing." He pushed her away gently and glanced around. "I don't have much time. Where shall we go?"
"Upstairs," she said, leading him out of the room.
Once in the bedroom, he pulled her against him. Once again his cock stabbed her belly. "Some couples have problems with sex because being married basically bores them. What I'm going to suggest may sound unorthodox, but I want you to follow it to the letter."
He dropped his pants and shorts and she slipped out of her robe. "I'll do anything," she said, stretching out naked on the bed.
"First let's get this out of the. way," he said. "Then I'll tell you exactly what I want you to do ... "
"Oh, Harry, you always know just where to touch me."
His hands were all over her as his lips crushed hers. He dropped his mouth down to her tits and kissed both nipples.
She managed to get her hands on his prick. She pumped it a few times as he crouched over her. She whimpered as he kissed his way down to her belly and from there to her muff.
"I'm so horny," she murmured, tasting her pussy on his lips.
He mounted her, jabbing his cock between her legs. "Let me put it in," he said.
She clawed at him as he entered her. He cupped her asscheeks and she draped her legs over his back as he stroked.
"I come so good with you," she said. "Why can't I come with Jerry?"
"Don't talk about it now," he puffed. "My new plan will work. I'm confident of it."
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oooohhh, you're in so deep!"
He slammed into her with all his might. His fuck-lava spurted into her and she screamed wit delight. Her legs wrapped tightly around his back, and she shrieked as she came.
Then he told her what she needed to know.
* * *
The next morning she phoned Grace. The two women had become good friends as well as occasional sexual partners. They discussed their problems together. Things they could never discuss with their husbands.
On this occasion she told Grace Dr. Abel's latest prescription.
"My dear, I love it," the blonde said. "He really thinks that will work?"
"Yes," Laurie bubbled. "And I'm going to try it the moment Jerry gets home from this trip."
"Speaking of trips, did the doctor fuck you good?" Grace said.
"Yes, but can you believe I'm horny again? Maybe there's something wrong with me?"
"If there is it's an epidemic," Grace laughed. "I'm horny too and not ashamed of it."
Laurie hesitated. She was in the mood for cock, not pussy. But still, Grace was a very good cuntlapper.
"Are you there?" Grace asked.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Guess what I'm doing, toots," the blonde giggled.
"Jerking off?" Laurie said.
"You've got it. Honey, my pussy is flooded. Just listening to you talk about your sex doctor has me juicing up like you wouldn't believe."
"Oh, Grace, you're exaggerating."
"No, I'm not," the blonde continued. "I'm burning up."
"Are you really jerking off while we're talking?" Laurie giggled.
"Sure. I've got two fingers in my cunt. I only wish I had your tongue."
"Oh, Grace, not today."
"Why not? Come on over and let's ball."
"I'd like to get away from all that..."
"It's too late, Toots. If you won't come here, I'm coming there. Bye."
When the line went dead, Laurie hung up the phone. She sighed. Best friend or not, Grace was still the wife of the boss and she had better do what she wanted.
The blonde was at the house in less than an hour. When she entered the house, Laurie was struck with her earthiness and raw sexuality.
"I think I'll go into therapy," Grace said as she kissed her. "Your doctor sounds delightful."
As she spoke, she moved toward Laurie and took her into her arms. Their tits pressed together as they kissed.
"I've only got an hour," Grace said, releasing her. "I've got a hairdresser's appointment."
They moved into the bedroom, undressing along they way. Usually Grace played the dominant role when they balled, but today Laurie took the initiative.
"You're as hot as me," Grace said as Laurie closed he lips around her nipples. "Lick it good, honey. Mmmmm, your sex doctor got you ah primed."
"He's not a sex doctor." The brunette moved the tip of her tongue around the blonde's stiff nipple.
"He fucks you, doesn't he?" Grace giggled. "Stop that!" She slapped Laurie's ass. "Your teeth dug right into my boobie."
Although Laurie was embarrassed by her lesbian relationship with Grace, she quickly got caught up in the act. As she brushed her lips over Grace's tits, her hands were exploring the blonde's curves.
The first time she went down on Grace had been traumatic. After that she began to enjoy it. She much preferred cock, but didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Grace by refusing to indulge her perverse whims.
Now she touched Grace's gaping slit. She found her huge clit with no trouble and stroked it. Grace moved her hips up and down in rhythm with Laurie's finger. Laurie moved her finger from Grace's clit to her cunthole and back again.
"Suck it," Grace said, writhing her ass.
"In a minute," Laurie said. She had hoped to get away with a hand-job.
"Eat me, for God's sake," the blonde cried.
"Let me kiss you here and here and here," Laurie said, moving her mouth from one tit to the other.
"Yes, that's good," the horny blonde said. "My belly button. Jesus, you do great things with your tongue. Mmmmm, yes, there and there and there. Get down there now and do my pussy."
Laurie knew there was no way to avoid it. Clutching the blonde's ass, she ran a series of kisses over her inner thighs.
"Higher," Grace said, grabbing Laurie's head and trying to force her mouth over her pussy. "What are you waiting for?"
Even when I'm dominant she bosses me around, Laurie thought with a giggle. But she was so fond of Grace she didn't really mind.
She tilted Grace's ass back and held her hands under her thighs. With a groan, she buried her face against Grace's pulpy cunt and began licking.
Grace raised her legs in the air and thrashed them back and forth. "What did your sex doctor prescribe this time?" Grace asked.
"You'll never believe it," Laurie said.
"Don't stop licking me."
"I'll tell you later then."
"Oh, God!" Grace yelled hoarsely. "Keep licking me like that and I'll make it in about a minute."
Laurie flicked her tongue back and forth over Grace's clit. She became sc involved in the muff-dive her own pussy lubricated and twitched.
She tongued her tirelessly until Grace's body went rigid. She knew Grace well enough to know her climax was approaching. In a moment Grace would cry out while she came and then it would be her turn to get her pussy licked.
Sometimes when it was her turn, Grace was too tired to do a good job. Sometimes Grace cheated by using a wet fingertip instead of her tongue. Regardless, Laurie always had a come with her friend. In fact she came very nicely with everyone but Jerry.
Now Grace moaned constantly as Laurie thrust two fingers into her cunthole and licked her clit. Grace's pussy grabbed her fingers.
"Almost there," Grace said hoarsely.
Laurie moved her fingers in and out of the blonde's cunt. Then with a violent shudder and a strong grip on Laurie's head the older woman came.
"Jesus, that was good," Grace said.
Laurie raised her head and smiled at the peaceful expression on her friend's face. At moments like this, Laurie loved Grace and knew that love was returned.
She waited for Grace to recover her breath and then she stretched out on her back. Grace knelt over her, between her thighs, and kissed her.
"I have an idea too," Grace said.
Laurie closed her eyes as their tongues met. "What is it?"
"I'm not telling you yet, but it involves all four of us."
When the blonde moved down and began licking her pussy, Laurie sighed happily and reached down to stroke her hair.
"So much to look forward to," Laurie giggled. "Mmmmm, I love when you suck my clit like that."
CHAPTER NINE
They had entered the theater an hour before. It was crowded. When Laurie stole a glance at Jerry, he appeared mesmerized by the action taking place on the dimly ht stage.
Harry had recommended they attend a live sex show together. The show was sponsored by a clinic which specialized in sexual dysfunction. Harry said many of his patients had been helped by confronting their sexuality this way. Laurie thought it was a long shot, but she was eager to try anything.
When she approached Jerry with the doctor's latest idea, he shrugged and said he'd go if she wanted to, but he thought the idea was crazy. Now he sat forward in his seat and watched the stage intently.
A young girl was sucking the cock of a college age boy. Laurie heard an occasional snicker in the audience as well as an occasional groan. It was obvious that some of the people watching were also participating.
Now a second couple crossed the stage. The woman was a blonde with massive tits. Her partner began sucking her tits while a second man entered center stage and began licking her ass.
The young girl was down on the floor now. She had a cock in her mouth and another in her hand. There was no dialogue, but a piano player pounded out hard rock music.
Suddenly the blonde shrieked as one of the men began fucking her in the ass. Her massive tits flopped around as she wriggled her butt back at her ass-fucker.
"Jesus, will you look at that?" Jerry hissed, putting his arm protectively around Laurie's shoulder.
"It's wild, huh?"
The young girl's hair clung damply to her forehead. As her young lover released her she approached the other woman.
Suddenly the girl was surrounded by several men. One of them crouched behind her and thrust his cock into her asshole while another began fucking her pussy. The girl, her pigtails swinging, began sucking the blonde's tits. She vibrated her tongue over the blonde's nipples. A hush fell over the audience as the girl tongued her way down to the older woman's snatch.
Suddenly the men disappeared and left the woman and the girl alone. The blonde grabbed the young girl's head and made her go down on her.
It was then that Laurie realized Jerry was fondling her tits. She turned to him with a smile. This was exactly what Harry hoped would happen.
"I think this is going to be it," she said.
"Christ, I hope so."
"Look at that girl suck her cunt."
"Yeah, I'm looking."
The bulge in Jerry's pants was too inviting to ignore. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them so Laurie reached over and stroked it.
She glanced over at a nearby couple. The woman was sitting on the man's lap and it was obvious they were fucking.
"Do we dare?" she said to Jerry.
He pawed her tits while she rubbed his cock through his pants. "What did your doctor say?"
"He said we can do anything we want here. It's therapy and all perfectly legitimate."
"Get on my lap," he said.
She slid onto his lap, her skirt bunched up around her waist. "Should I take my panties off?" she said.
"Yeah."
Together they worked her panties down. When Jerry brought his prick out, he lodged it between her thighs.
It wasn't fully erect, but she squeezed her thighs around it and fondled the knob. "I'm going to sit on it, honey," she said.
"Jesus, look at that woman!"
The blonde on the stage was blowing two men at once. At one point she had both their cocks in her mouth at one time. Then she lay down on her side and giggled while they entered her fore and aft.
It was then that Laurie sank down on Jerry's prick, which by now was fully erect. "Honey, I just know this is it," she said. "I know I'm going to come."
"Jesus, I hope so. Is anyone watching us?"
"No, everyone else is either fucking or sucking."
"I hope there's no one here we know."
"Don't worry." She bounced up and down on his lap, his prick surging high inside her belly with every thrust. "It's all perfectly legal."
Up on the stage a man was burying his face between a redhead's thighs. The redhead shrieked, yelling for him to suck her out. Instead the man pushed her down and stuck his prick into her mouth.
By now the entire audience was either fucking or sucking. The redhead licked the man's cock as if it were an ice-cream cone.
"Take it into your throat," the man said.
"Sure, fella," she snarled, teasing him by licking his balls instead.
The man aggressively pulled her down by the hair and thrust his prick into her throat. Jerry held Laurie around the waist, his cock imbedded inside her.
"Jesus, hon, your pussy's cutting into my cock," Jerry said.
"I know I'm going to come this time," Laurie said, frantically rubbing her clit. "I just know it."
"If this won't do it nothing will."
The man on the stage mouth-fucked the redhead while the piano player switched to a polka. The man's cock literally streaked in and out of the redhead's lips and every eye in the audience was glued to the stage.
When the man came, the redhead went crazy. She sucked voraciously while she worked her tongue and lips and swallowed his load.
Some of it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. The young girl suddenly appeared again. She licked up the jism oozing from the redhead's lips and then departed.
The audience applauded and several of the men whistled. Jerry bounced Laurie up and down on his lap.
"Do you really think you're gonna make it this time?" he hissed.
"Yes, I'm certain of it," she gasped.
Everyone applauded when the redhead bowed before leaving the stage. Laurie craned her neck and kissed Jerry. He frenched her and moved his hands over her tits.
His kisses were more passionate than ever. Laurie realized he was very aroused by the fucking and sucking going on around them and on the stage.
He moved a hand around and fondled her clit while his cock moved in and out of her snatch. After all this time I think I'm finally going to come with my husband, Laurie thought. Please, God, let it happen. Please.
"Fuck me, Jerry," she murmured. "Fuck me, darling."
His cock pulsated into her. She prayed for an orgasm. I'll do anything you say, God. Anything.
When she felt Jerry's cock throb and then grow rigid she knew he would come soon. He began fucking her more forcefully and she closed her eyes and willed herself to come.
"Come, baby, come," he hissed in the darkness.
"I'm trying," she said. "I'm trying." "Do it, baby. Damn it, come for me." And with that his gluey jism shot into her and she came.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Honey, I'm coming!"
When she recovered her senses, the audience was applauding. Embarrassed by the attention, she slid onto her own seat and buried her face in Jerry's shoulder.
"Baby, you did it," he said. "You came."
Thanks to Harry, she thought. Oh, God, I'm so happy.
* * *
The moment they entered the house Jerry took her into his arms. "Baby, baby, you came," he murmured.
Her lips parted, she eagerly attacked his mouth. "I know, darling. I'm so happy."
His arms tightened around her and his chest crushed her tits. It felt wonderful to the newly awakened wife. She knew she would never have sexual problems with Jerry again and the future looked rosy.
As she fixed them a midnight snack, she felt filled with warmth for him. And yet deep down something bothered her.
Would she be able to remain faithful? She had avoided the question all evening, but now she had to face it. Jerry had made her come tonight in the theater, but would that be enough to keep her happy?
They sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea and nibbling cookies. They talked about the show and the participants and the various sexual positions exhibited.
"You're better looking than any of them," Jerry said. "Oh, honey, you're sweet." Later, when they went upstairs, fresh desire overwhelmed the young wife. When Jerry went to the bathroom to pee, she dropped to her knees before him and quickly unzipped his fly.
"Let me hold it," she said, reaching in and grasping his prick.
He smiled down at her, ruffled her hair and peed. "Oh, baby,' he said.
When he shook his cock dry, she leaned close and sniffed it. The scent of him turned her knees to jelly.
I can be faithful, she thought. I can. I know I can. Now that Jerry is making me come there's no reason to cheat. Or is there?
She glanced up into his eyes. One hand holding his prick, she capped her mouth hungrily around his knob.
He grunted when she began sucking. "We've got some things to talk about," he said, forcing her lips halfway down his cockshaft.
"Now?" Her soft moist lips sank down to his cock-root. Was he going to accuse her of cheating?
His cock quickly stiffened, his knob enlarging to the point where it filled her mouth. "I guess it can wait," he said. "By the way, we're laving dinner with the Goddards tomorrow night."
Oh, damn! she thought. Aloud she said, "That's nice, darling." She bit down on the flared rim of his cockhead. She sucked and licked and drank down the fuck-oil that oozed from his piss-slit.
"Maybe we shouldn't see so much of them," he said.
Laurie hesitated. "It's up to you," she said.
"Well, we'll see them tomorrow anyway. I've had a real good job offer and if Matt gives me a hard time I'm going to take it."
"That's nice, honey." She flicked her tongue all over his balls. She had no intention of letting this evening be ruined by the Goddards. "Can you believe that I finally came?" she said.
"Jesus, baby, it was great. You have no idea how good it feels. When you came your cunt bit into my cock. It made it so damn good for me."
"And it was wonderful for me too, darling."
She fondled his balls while she sucked his prick. She bobbed her had a few times, taking his cock into one cheek and then the other.
"Let's fuck, hon," he said. "I've got to fuck you again and feel you come around my cock."
He pushed her onto the bed and crouched behind her. His cock gleamed with her saliva and swayed back and forth. She spread her legs wide, opening the rosy lips of her pussy. She craned her neck and watched Jerry pull her asscheeks apart and work his cock into the mouth of her cunt. "I feel so good about us again," he said. "Fuck me, Jerry," she sighed. She didn't want to talk about their marriage any more. She just wanted to fuck and come and then fuck again.
He pushed in and in a moment his seven incher was firmly lodged in her stretched cunthole. She flicked her clit and almost climaxed.
"It's happening again," she cried, wriggling her ass wildly. "Oooooh, fuck me, Jerry!" It's happening again!"
"Oh, baby!" He thrust hard and fast and she came twice. Suddenly he pulled out. "Why'd you stop?" she said. He squeezed her ass and kissed her ear. "Just catching my breath. I still can't believe it. You finally came."
"It's because I've got such a patient wonderful husband," she said, curling into his arms. "I've been a louse," he said, hugging her. She forced herself not to think about the past. "You have not."
"I blamed you and it wasn't all your fault. I saw that tonight. When you get really turned on you come like a little bitch in heat."
"Oh, honey, let's forget about all that." She reached for his cock. "Aren't you going to finish up?"
"Sure, baby, I just want it to last."
Once again he hovered over her. This time she lay on her back and waited for him to enter her. Instead he began kissing her pussy. She moaned as he sucked her wet pussy and tongued her asscrack.
She opened and closed her thighs around his head. He moved his hands up to her tits and squeezed hard as he licked her clit.
She thrust her pussy into his face, smearing him with her juices. Sheer bliss engulfed her. She lost track of her orgasms.
"You're sucking me so good," she murmured happily.
"I never used to give it much time, did I?" he said.
She lay in a stupor-like trance. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's fault."
"I'm going to make it up to you." He gently stroked her moist muff.
He pushed her ass up and once again began licking her asshole. She moaned weakly, rotating her ass as he tongued her. He seemed to be trying to get his tongue inside her asshole. Oh, God, it was going in!
"Honey!" she yelled when his tongue popped through the tight muscle of her shitter.
She spasmed wildly and came. It was sheer bliss. Her pussy spasmed as he thrust the tip of his tongue in and out of her bung.
Suddenly she wanted something more in her ass. She wanted his cock. Did she dare ask for it? Would he become suspicious?
Before she had a chance to make a decision he knelt down and plunged his prick into her mouth. "Get it good and hard, hon," he said.
His cock-knob throbbed, surging with blood and swelling quickly as her tongue caressed it. They were in the sixty-nine position now and as she gobbled his prick he licked her pussy.
He plunged his cock in and out of the wide-stretched ring of her lips. When she thought he was going to come, he pulled out and mounted her.
"Oh, darling, fuck me," she sighed, as he fit his cockhead inside her pulsating pussy-lips.
"Ready, baby?" he said.
"Oh, yes, darling, I'll always be ready now."
Thrusting his hips forward, he sank his prick all the way inside her slick snatch. He let it throb inside her without moving and then began fucking her with slow deep thrusts.
She was so wet and hot his cock made lewd sounds with every stroke. He kissed her tits and nibbled the tips.
"About the Goddards," he said.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Let's not talk about them now," she said.
Her pussy gobbled his cock. She had never been more turned on. Every stroke of his cock against her clit brought her closer to sexual fulfillment.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, corkscrewing in and out of her gash.
She tossed her head back and forth with abandon. "Ummmmm. Oh, God, yes! Oh, there, yes, there! Oh, Jerry, it's so good!"
He banged her more forcefully, making her tits leap. When she came, her happiness was complete. "Come, wifey, come," he murmured. "Oh, Jesus, fuck that cock!"
CHAPTER TEN
The evening with the Goddards was the last time Laurie saw the older couple. Matt insisted on a four-way orgy. When Jerry protested, Matt became abusive and then when Grace intervened he blacked her eye.
They both turned on Jerry and in the course of the argument, Grace threw a drink in Jerry's face and told him he was a lousy fuck.
Matt accused Jerry of trying to take over his company and fired him on the spot. The Stanfords stormed out of the house and the next day Jerry accepted a new job.
A year passed. Jerry was doing well at the m company. Laurie was faithful and happy. Their sex life was good, if a trifle boring, but she too" each day as it came.
One day she returned home from shopping. She freshened up before starting dinner and had a quick scotch before Jerry arrived home.
Dinner was over quickly and they sat down to watch television in the den. When the phone rang, Jerry answered and when he hung up, he was smiling.
"Who was it, honey?" Laurie asked, trying to hide a yawn.
"Larry Knight. The guy at work I was telling you about. He and his wife want us to come over for a drink. They don't have far from here."
"You never mentioned his wife. Do you want me to go?"
"Yeah, he's a nice guy and we should get out more. I never met his wife, but she's probably a nice kid. Want to go?"
Laurie hesitated. Since their friendship with the Goddards had ended so disastrously, she wasn't anxious to become embroiled in a similar situation. "It's late, dear," she said finally. "Maybe another time."
"Aw, come on, hon. We haven't been getting out enough. We're both getting stale. Let's go for an hour or so. What can we lose?"
"Oh, all right."
A half hour later they were surprised when their hostesses answered the door wearing a sheer black negligee. "Hi, I'm Pam," she said, extending the hand to Jerry. Don't mind my outfit and don't peek," she giggled. "I'll keep the lights dim so nothing shows."
Laurie shot Jerry a glance as they followed the redhead into the house. Jerry raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
The house was modest, but Pam wasn't. Even with the dim lights her ass was clearly visible through the negligee. It was round and generous, as were her tits, which were also clearly visible.
Jerry took one look at her and seemed to straighten up. Laurie didn't miss the glint in his eyes as they sat down on the sofa.
"Larry will be down in a minute," Pam said, thrusting her big tits out. "Can I get you all a drink?"
They nodded dumbly and the buxom redhead fixed them drinks. By the time Laurie had finished half her drink, Larry had arrived and taken over the conversation.
"Isn't she marvelous?" he said, nodding toward his wife. "I told her to wear her prettiest outfit and she chose that. Isn't she a knockout?" He chuckled and blew her a kiss.
"Very pretty," Jerry said.
"Delightful," Laurie murmured.
Pam preened. "We've only been married six months and he can't keep his hands off me. We thought it would be nice to make friends with another couple. I swear he's gonna wear me out if we keep staying home and making out."
"Jerry's talked a lot about you," Larry said to Laurie. "And I must say you're as pretty as a picture."
"Come with me to the kitchen, Jerry," Pam said. "Help me get some ice out of that bad old freezer."
Jerry grinned and rose up in a flash. "You bet."
When Laurie and Larry were alone, he moved closer to her on the sofa. "What's to do in this town for kicks?" he said, leering at her tits.
He's coming on to me, she thought, automatically bringing her legs together. "It depends on what you enjoy doing," she said.
In a moment his hand was up her skirt and he was stroking her warm thigh. "They'll be in there for a while," he said. "How about you and me getting acquainted."
Laurie was tempted. She missed the old days when she had a different lover every day. She came whenever Jerry fucked her, but their sex life was getting boring.
Larry saw her hesitation and nuzzled her neck. "Come on, baby. You don't look like you're so innocent."
"If Jerry comes in and sees you touching me, he'll be very angry."
"Did you miss the outfit on my wife?" he snickered. "Jerry couldn't take his eyes off her."
"Her negligee is a bit unorthodox to wear in front of strangers. But truly, I don't think you ought to keep your hand there."
"Want to bet Pam's got Jerry's cock out by now? Hey, listen, I know you two aren't so straight. People talk in this town. What about it? Want to test your old man out?" When Laurie hesitated, he took her hand and led her from the room.
Her heart pounded when they peeked inside the kitchen. As Larry predicted, Pam and Jerry were kissing. Her negligee was open and Jerry's hands were all over her. He was pawing her tits and squeezing her ass while they exchanged tongues.
Another wild couple, Laurie though. Well, maybe we need a little excitement in our lives.
"I guess you were right," she said to Larry.
"Isn't she great?" he said.
As they stood and watched, Larry's hand moved up her leg. When she glanced dwon, she saw his fly was open.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Ssshhh, watch Pammy. She's so damn seductive."
Larry stood behind Laurie, his prick pressed against her ass. In the kitchen, his wife had bunched her negligee up around her waist.
"You've got a great ass too," Larry said. "I bet you think we're wild, but I had a hunch from something Jerry said that you two swing too."
"Oh, Lord," Laurie breathed as Jerry began fucking Pam from the rear.
"You swing," Larry hissed in her ear. "Admit it. Look at him hump her. My Pam is going to cut his prick with her pussy."
"Ssshhh," Laurie said. "I want to watch."
She had never seen Jerry fuck another woman. Now she wanted to see everything. She was excited by the sight and not a big jealous. She loved watching her husband's prick disappear inside another woman's cunt.
Suddenly Larry made her bend down and in a moment his cock was inside her. In the kitchen, Pam was bent down over the table while Jerry shoved his big prick inside her, and her steady moaning attested to the fact that she was enjoying herself.
"We better hurry so they won't miss us," Jerry hissed.
"They won't miss us," Pam said. "Larry's probably got his cock out by now."
"God, do you think he's coming on to Laurie?"
"What do you think they're doing?" the redhead giggled. "Say, do you dig ass?"
"Do I?" Jerry quickly withdrew from her cunt, stepped back slightly and pried her asscheeks apart.
"Oh, my God!" Laurie hissed out in the hall when he drove his prick into the redhead's asshole.
Pam flung her ass back to meet his thrusts and at the same time she played with her massive tits.
"You're a good fuck," Pam said. "I sure hope your wife is being good to Larry."
Larry was still fucking Laurie from behind. At the sound of her name, Laurie giggled. "Do you have any complaints?" she said to Larry.
He reached around and grabbed her tits. "None, baby," he said, pulling on her swollen-nipples. "Oh, Jesus, hold on!"
Unconsciously Laurie pushed forward, shoving the door to the kitchen wide open. Laurie and Larry, still locked together, fell onto the floor. Jerry and Pam looked up. Pam shrieked and Jerry rammed his prick into Pam's asshole.
* * *
"Wake up, honey, wake up," Jerry said.
Laurie's eyes popped open. "Was I sleeping?" she yawned.
"You bet. I was on the phone so long you dropped off. Come on up to bed. Boy, you were yelling about something. You must have been having a wild dream."
She blinked several times. "Do you work with someone named Larry?"
"No. There's a Barry though."
"No Larry and no Pam," she said drowsily as she rose up and staggered across the room. "I just had the silliest dream."
The next day Laurie thought about her dream and was tempted to phone Dr. Abel to discuss it. She decided against it. She hadn't talked to Harry in almost a year and her dream was just that, a silly dream. Nothing to get upset about.
But her pussy twitched as she went about her household chores. She needed fucking and she needed it from a stranger. Did she dare to cheat on Jerry? Did she dare take the chance on jeopardizing her marriage?
She got so busy with her housework she stopped thinking about sex. Better to be a little horny than get involved in cheating again.
At noon she stopped for lunch. Buddy was dropping by later to help her move some cartons out of the basement. She hadn't seen the teenager in months and wondered if he would expect to be paid in sex.
She didn't bother changing. She wore an old tee-shirt and jeans. No bra or panties. When she finished her sandwich, Buddy rang the bell. She purposely treated him coolly as she showed him down to the basement.
As usual he stared at her tits and ass with hot eyes. But she remained withdrawn and left him alone to do his work while she continued cleaning the house.
When he was through, he came upstairs. Her pussy creamed as she gazed at him. The dream last night had made her horny.
Now she offered him a coke and then went for her purse. "It's nice to see you again," she said.
"I won't be doing this work much longer," he said as she pressed some bills into his hand.
"Why, are you going away?"
"I'm going into the Army." He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest. "I'll be eighteen next month."
"It's hard to believe," she said. "It seem only yesterday that you ..."
"And you let me ... " He bit his lip. "Aren't we ever gonna do it again?"
"Oh, Buddy, I don't think so."
She stepped back and hit the wall. He followed her. "You don't talk to me any more or anything," he said gruffly.
"It's best if we forget what we used to do," she said, reaching out and stroking his cheek.
"Can we fuck one more time!"
She knew in that moment she couldn't refuse him. She wanted it too. "I guess one more time is okay," she said.
He pressed up against her and they kissed. He touched her tits, bruising her with his eagerness. Soon they were on the sofa in the den, writhing in each other's arms.
What am I doing? the brunette thought. Jerry makes me come and he fucks me ah the time. Why am I letting this happen?
Because you need variety, that's why, the little voice inside her said. You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me.
Damn you, go away and leave me alone! I don't need you any more.
When she pulled her tee-shirt over her head, Buddy made a bee-line for her tits. Although he hadn't sucked them for months, she still had wonderful memories of his tit-sucking.
"Stick it in," she said. "I don't want to take too much time."
"Jesus, you never used to want me to rush things."
"I've changed in the past year. Come on. Stick it in."
The boy was humiliated when he brought his prick out. It was limp. He fingered the root. "I guess you made me nervous."
"It happens to everyone sometimes." She lay on top of him and peppered his chest with kisses. "We'll make it hard. Have I ever failed you?"
"No," he said, his voice deeper than she remembered.
Stretching out on her back, she spread her legs and deliberately opened her cuntlips. "Touch me," she said. "Make love to me and your cock will respond."
With a crooked smile he touched her beaver and moved his fingers over her slick folds. "Should I stick my finger in?" he said. "Yes, fuck me with your finger," she said. He was about to thrust a finger into her snatch when she sat up and grabbed his arm. "No one has a cunt like you," he said as she guided his finger into her gash.
She lay her head back down on the pillow. "Aaaahhhh," she said. "You have a very nice finger, Buddy."
His finger burrowed inside her pussy. He felt around her buttery insides and used his thumb on her clit.
"Eat me," she sighed, letting her legs fall open.
He gazed up at her, his face flushed and his finger buried inside her. "Yeah, sure," he said. "Yeah, I want to."
"You always used to like to eat me," she said.
He lay down flat on his belly. She pulled her knees back while he pressed his lips to her gash.
Gazing down at between her tits, she watched the boy's face as he raised his head. He smirked as once again he lowered his face between her thighs.
God, I've missed this, she thought.
Of course you have, her inner voice said. And what about the others? What about Harry and Greg? You know you want to fuck them. And Grace? You love sucking cunt once in a while. Don't deny it. It's a fact.
"No!" she cried.
Buddy raised his head. "Huh?"
She pushed his head back down. "Keep sucking."
She wriggled her ass as the teenager's tongue flicked over her clit. I can't help it, Jerry, she thought. I need a lot of sex. I truly do.
"That's good sucking, darling," she said.
His tongue explored her cunt while his fingers explored her ass. She draped one leg on the back of the sofa and the other over his back.
"Just another minute," she said. "I'll bet your cock's hard."
"Yeah, it's hard, all right."
Oh, Jerry, forgive me, she thought. I just couldn't resist.
You didn't want to resist, her inner voice said.
"Oh, Buddy, you're making me come!"
Grabbing her thighs, the boy vibrated his tongue over her clit as she came. When she stopped shaking, he pressed his mouth against her cunt and caught his breath.
He wiped his mouth on his arm as he climbed over her. "Let's fuck," he said.
"Give me a minute," she said, but in spite of her protests, he pinned her down and moved his prick to her pussy.
"I can't wait," he said, guiding his cock to her still-spasming cunt.
She let out a gasp. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Put it in!"
He began stroking. She loved being pounded after having her pussy licked. How she had missed all this! She was grateful that her sex life with Jerry had improved, but she knew now she needed more than one man and probably always would.
She squirmed frantically beneath him. The boy wouldn't last long. She could sense his approaching climax. He thrust his hips back and forth as his cock exploded inside her.
"Keep fucking!" she cried. "Keep fucking me! Keep fucking!"
With a final thrust, they were through and the teenager collapsed on top of her.
Later, after he left, Laurie went upstairs to shower and change. Tomorrow I'll phone Greg and tell him I'm available again. Then I'll surprise Harry by dropping in at his office. I love Jerry, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
