Most of today's leading psychologists and other authorities in the field of sex and marriage feel that the suppression of desires and fantasies is still the number-one cause of sexual frustration and discontent.
In many marriages the lack of communication between the husband and the wife is the basic reason for the lack of happy sexual relations. Because even if the individual person, man or woman, has been able to shake off the various sexual "hangups" there is still the problem of letting the partner know what is desired and needed.
Probably one of the greatest problems encountered by the average married couple is sexual incompatibility. Indeed, various studies have shown that the majority of all divorces had unsatisfactory sexual relations as a primary factor.
Because there is so much ignorance of the most fundamental anatomical facts and knowledge, along with the fears generated by myths and outright lies, it is of the utmost importance for the general public to have books and other publications available for study.
Fortunately, we are now living in a period of open attack on sexual maladjustment. There is really no excuse for modern married couples to deny themselves true sexual happiness because of the lack of knowledge. Many authorities have embarked on a campaign to educate their patients and general society to a happier sex life.
This is all to the good, of course -- if it is remembered that it is a fatal mistake to try and disentangle completely the spiritual from the physical. Love, especially in marriage, should be a combination of many things, with sex only as a very important part.
This is the story of a young man with a good marriage in all ways except in sex. Because of a lack of communications with his young wife, during which time he seeks outside sex with more uninhibited females, he doesn't know that his wife, too, has secret desires. His "cheating" is discovered by his wife, but luckily she is understanding and forgiving because of her own daydreams and erotic fantasies.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The screen and the projector were in position for the showing of the stag film. Ken Mantell had expected the usual Wednesday-evening card game, but he hadn't objected when his friend, neighbor, and fellow-worker had suggested that they watch the sex film that had arrived in the mail that day.
They were in the double garage belonging to Floyd Sikes and the only other card player to show up was George Hastings from down the street. George was also a friend, neighbor, and fellow-worker. Ken just hoped that the two wives wouldn't decide to come to the garage, as they had at times. His own wife wouldn't come, because he had told her that men didn't like to have females around during even a low-stakes poker game.
"Get that light, will you, George? Are you ready for some hot scenes, Ken?" Floyd laughed. "Here we go, boys! Our wives will probably really get some pronging tonight!"
George turned the light out and Floyd started the projector. Ken settled back in his chair at the card table, knowing that he would get a hard-on. It had been quite a while since he had viewed a sex film, but he often got an erection when just having erotic thoughts.
The film was in color. It started out by showing a group of young men and women getting undressed. Within a few seconds there were closeup shots of titties, both big and small, hair-lined cunts, hanging balls, and limp cocks. A man was shown stretched out on his back on a blood-red carpet, with a bright blue sofa directly in back of him. Only legs, both male and female, showed that people were sitting on the sofa.
A naked young woman with big breasts appeared on the screen and dropped to her knees between the man's legs. She wrapped her fingers around the soft organ and it began stiffening. The camera shifted to the man's head. Another naked woman dropped to her knees and put her dark crotch within his reach. He probed at her cunt with one finger, then lifted his head and probed the pussy with his tongue.
There was another closeup of the woman hovering over the man's midsection. His cock was erect, the head was in her sucking mouth, and her fist was moving up and down on the poking shaft. Her other hand was cupping the man's balls, her fingers squeezing -- and by then Ken's cock was straining against his shorts and slacks.
There was another shift of the camera to a young woman down on her hands and knees. A man was on his knees behind her shapely rump pronging her dog-fashion. A few seconds later there .was a shot of another man on his back with a woman squatting over him, riding up and down on his thrusting tool.
The camera had been moved so close the entire screen was taken up with the clinging cunt moving up and down on the wetly glistening shaft. Then. there was a shot of the girl's upper body and pretty face. She had small pointed breasts. A man was standing on each side of her, each with his hard cock pushed against her lips and her tongue was licking one swollen knob and then the other in fast, flicking movements.
"This picture isn't bad," George said. "I would sure as hell like to be in the camera-man's shoes!"
Floyd laughed. "He's probably as naked as a jay-bird, too. And he probably has a bone-on that's causing his nuts to ache! To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind being one of the studs in the picture. How about you, Ken?"
"They seem to be having themselves a great time all right," Ken said. "It's plain that they aren't just performing for money, I mean, but I'm not sure that I could keep my pecker hard under those conditions."
"Look at that," George said.
Ken was looking. The camera had gone back to the woman sucking the man's cock. He was ejaculating, the semen overflowing the woman's greedy mouth and oozing out from around her clinging lips. The white stuff dribbled down the shaft and onto the woman's milking fist. She let the softening prick slip from her mouth, licked the limber shaft, then began cleaning her fingers with her lapping tongue.
"That gal's really a glutton for the pecker juice," Floyd said. "She could swing on my dong any old time."
The camera shifted back to the man screwing the woman dog-fashion. "Look at that fucker go," George said. "Two bucks will get you four if he doesn't pull his dick out at the last moment."
"No bet," Floyd said. "Most of these films show the jism spurting out of cocks just about all the time. Which has to take some of the pleasure out of it for both the studs and the gals. There he goes!"
The man had made a few very fast thrusts into the woman's pussy, then pulled out, and was using his fist to beat his hard and wet cock. The semen spurted and splattered on the woman's back and buttocks, forming puddles of white goo on her darkly tanned skin.
Ken's straining cock jerked against his re-straining clothes and for a moment he thought he was going to ejaculate. But he grabbed his thrusting cock, squeezed, and managed to hold back. As it was, he felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out and wet his shorts and slacks. He was glad it was dark even if the table did hide his lower body. George was sitting across from him and he wondered if the older man was having the same problem.
Not that thirty-four was all that much older than his own twenty-six, Ken thought, remembering that Floyd was thirty-six. He wondered if the two men had oral sex with their wives. They probably did, as they were always making cracks that indicated as much. Well, he had never done anything like that with his wife. Not that he hadn't had some fancy thoughts along those lines. It was just that he and Carol didn't have very good communications where sex was concerned
"There's so damn much going on now it's difficult to focus on any one act!"
Floyd had done the speaking and Ken silently agreed. There were all kinds of sex acts being performed on the screen, with the group scene being shot from a wide angle, and Ken figured that the film was just about finished. But soon there was another close-up shot. A woman was on her back, her buttocks on a pillow and tilted at an angle, and a man was screwing her in her rectum. He had his thumb rubbing her pussy lips while he pounded his big cock in the clinging asshole. Again the pistoning prick and its tight receptacle covered the entire screen.
"That stud won't last long in that dark tunnel," Floyd said. "I'm afraid they didn't time it very well, though. The film's just about to spin off. There it goes."
George turned the light on. Floyd was sitting on the other side of the projector so Ken couldn't tell how much effect the sex scenes had had on him physically. His own cock had lost some of its hardness. Seeing so much action had somehow caused his passion to simmer down a great deal.
Ken wasn't surprised when Floyd said that they would run the film again. The second time he saw many details that he had missed. He got another stiff erection, but he didn't come close to shooting off. His nuts were beginning to ache and he knew that he would have to climax before going to sleep. He had never forced himself upon his wife, so if she wasn't in the mood he would just have to use his fist. Even if he managed to get to sleep he would wake up at some time during the night having a wet-dream. That was so messy and also too damned wasteful.
Floyd and George made more comments during the second showing, but Ken didn't pay much attention. He was wondering how it would work out if he borrowed the projector, screen, and film and watched the torrid sexual activities with Carol. His lovely young wife just might be turned on, even if he had heard that such scenes didn't usually have the same effect on females.
Later Floyd and George said they had another film they wanted Ken to see. He was eager to get back home, which was just next door, but he was afraid that they would laugh if he rushed away. He sat through another sex movie, which was also in vivid color, and got as hot as hell again from watching the sucking and fucking.
There was actually very little fucking, as there were three young girls and one young man. The movie started with the three females taking the fellow's clothes off. They were already naked, and all three had shapely bodies. The man's penis was soft and the girls took turns working on it with their mouths, tongues, and fingers. They finally had it thrusting stiffly, George made a remark about how jaded the guy was, and Floyd said he wished that his prick would expand as much.
The young guy did have a big cock, but Ken didn't think it was any longer than his own nine inches. And he wished that he had just one of the girls going to town on his stiff organ right then. He could easily count the blow-jobs he'd had before getting married and he had never cheated on his wife in any manner. He didn't think he would do so even if given the chance, but that didn't keep hind from having some wild fantasies.
The man remained seated on the couch, leaning his upper body backward, with his legs stretched out in front of him. One of the girls straddled him, facing the camera, and another girl guided the fellow's thrusting tool. The stiff cock speared up into the snatch and the shapely female began bouncing up and down.
Another girl got down and licked the man's balls. There was a close-up again and the glistening shaft was pulled out of the clinging pussy. The girl who had been licking the balls grabbed the hard cock and engulfed the swollen glans with her mouth.
She only sucked for a few seconds, though, and lifted her mouth and face. The cock exploded and shot jism all over her face and into her mouth. The rest of the film consisted of more of the same. The other two girls blew the man until he ejaculated, then pulled away for the camera to put on film the spurting climax. Ken couldn't keep from wondering how long it had taken to make the movie. His own record was three climaxes in a two-hour period -- and that had been a couple of years before when he had first married Carol.
By the time the movie was over, Ken's cock had drooped considerably. The suck-off scenes had finally just about turned him off. He didn't get any special kick out of watching cocks ejaculate, aside from wishing that his own penis was in a female's greedy mouth, and he had had a hard-on much too long. His nuts were aching and he knew that there would be some discomfort if not actual pain when he did shoot off.
"Virginia had better be ready for some action when I get in the house," Floyd said, chuckling. "We'll just leave everything as is, fellows. I guess you both are ready for some fast action, too!"
"June will appreciate this load I'm carrying," George said, also chuckling.
The light hadn't been turned on. Ken said that he would see them in the morning, then hurried from the garage. He didn't want to discuss his relations with his wife, sexual or otherwise.
He went in the back door, locked it, and went on through the dark kitchen and into the hallway. He saw the light in the living room and went in there. His beautiful young wife was sitting in an easy chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled when he lowered to a nearby couch.
"You're early, Ken. You must have been winning since the game broke up so soon."
"Nobody ever loses much," Ken said, not sure that he wanted to mention the stag films. "I was a little sleepy so I thought I would turn in early."
"I've already taken a bath," Carol said, placing the magazine on the table beside the chair. "I'm ready. You don't want a bite to eat?"
"I'm not hungry," Ken said, wishing that he had the nerve to tell what kind of hunger was really gnawing at him. He had only gone down on one girl in his life and he had been drinking then. He had been drunk, actually, and the girl had laughed at him afterward. He had been eighteen, the girl hadn't sucked his cock, and the laughter had embarrassed the hell out of him. He had managed to fuck her, though, and it had been the second piece of ass he had ever had --
"Did you win, Ken?"
"We didn't play tonight, Carol. Floyd and George were the only ones there. They wanted me to see a couple of movies. Floyd got a reel in the mail just today."
"Dirty movies?" Carol asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Some people might call them dirty," Ken said. "You don't look upon sex as being dirty, do you, Carol?"
"No. Not if it's between a man and his wife. I suppose you're all hot and bothered. I don't think I like the idea that you watched that kind of thing and then came home to me."
"What did you want me to do? Go to a whorehouse?"
Carol frowned. "You don't have to get huffy, honey. I've never refused you, have I? In fact, you haven't even mentioned sex in almost a week: If I didn't know better I might think you already had been going to one of those houses."
Ken forced a smile. It was true that he had been neglecting what some husbands called homework. He still loved his lovely wife, he still enjoyed having sex with her, but a spark or some damn thing had gone out of it. He wasn't bored. Hell, he could make it with her just about any time. It was just that everything was so routine. He never really felt satisfied even after dumping his load. It was his fault, he guessed, but he couldn't seem to do anything about it. He just didn't have the guts to say that he would like to change the routine by giving the more intimate erotic activities a try.
Realizing that Carol was waiting for a response from him, Ken said, "I've never paid for a piece of ass, honey. Not in cash, anyway. All men have to pay in one way or another, though, don't they?"
"I wish you hadn't said that," Carol said, getting to her feet. "I guess you know how it makes me feel."
"I'm sorry," Ken said. "I really didn't mean that the way I guess it sounded. You believe me, don't you?"
"I've always believed everything that you told me," Carol said seriously. "Is there any reason I shouldn't do so now?"
"No," Ken said, standing. There was still a dull ache in his groin, his testicles, but his cock was completely soft. "Go on, Carol. I'll get the light."
Carol flashed a smile and Ken watched her walking across the room. She was wearing a robe over a thin nightgown, but he could still see the gentle sway of her hips. She had a beautiful body to go with her beautiful features. He was a damned lucky man, he thought. Why the hell couldn't he just accept his good fortune and let it go at that? He would be stupid to take a chance on fouling up his marriage. His somewhat strait-laced young wife would probably be disgusted if he went down on her; she just might leave him if he even hinted that she go down on him.
Turning the light out, Ken followed his wife to the bedroom. He undressed in the darkness, his cock lifting again as he contemplated sinking it into Carol's hot and tight vagina. He was a damn fool, he told himself. Many men would give just about anything to be in his place right then and he was thinking about the sucking bitches in the stag film!
Carol had removed her robe and nightgown and she hadn't pulled the sheet up over her lovely nakedness. Ken could see the outline of her body in the dimness, as some light from the street lamp filtered in through the drawn drapes. He liked to have the light on when they had intercourse, but his wife seemed to let herself go more in the darkness. When they did have sex with the light on, or during the daylight hours, she usually kept her eyes tightly closed and let him do most of the moving.
He had to take most of the responsibility for her behavior, though. She had been a virgin when he married her. Not that he hadn't tried to get into her pants while they were going together. She had willingly done some hot and heavy necking, but he had believed her words about being untouched -- and had respected her wish to save herself for a husband. Since he had swiftly become determined to be that husband, and because he wasn't the type to use even the slightest degree of force, he hadn't even tried to talk her into what he had sensed she really wanted as much as he did.
Besides, he hadn't been all that experienced himself. The girls with whom he had had sexual relations had been the aggressive, instigating kind and just the thought of breaking a girl in had turned him off mentally if not physically. There had even been a certain amount of dread along with his surging excitement on their wedding night.
It had turned out all right with Carol, though. The membrane covering the entrance to the vagina had been thin, soft, and elastic. The hymen had dilated easily under pressure, without pain and with very little bleeding. He had read later that most virgins' first experience with sexual intercourse wasn't normally accompanied by much pain or bleeding -- if at all -- and that this was due to a lubricating secretion from two small glands situated on the sides of the vaginal opening., Known as Bartholin's glands, he had read that they produced a fluid under sexual stimulation which eased the penile penetration.
He had wished later that he had done the reading before fucking Carol the first time. It had been wonderful, though. He had lasted long enough to make her have an orgasm at the same time he had ejaculated
"Is there something wrong, Ken?"
Naked, his big cock thrusting stiffly, Ken had paused beside the bed, breathing in the heady fragrance emanating from his young wife's voluptuous. body. He had the wild urge to just dive between her parted legs head-first and start lapping like crazy. But he had trained himself to keep his cool under all circumstances, even when drinking, so he silently climbed onto the bed and positioned himself and his throbbing organ for the penetration. He knew that he couldn't hold off long enough to do any breast-sucking.
Carol put her smooth fingers on his hard cock to do the guiding. It had taken him a few weeks to get her to do that. At nineteen, she had ' really been sexually backward, considering the way even much younger girls in her generation flopped their asses around. But now that she was a married woman of twenty-one, he guessed that he was to blame for the backwardness she had retained.
Maybe he would borrow the projector and the erotic films, Ken thought as Carol removed her fingers and he lowered his stiff cock into her very hot and very tight cunt. Then he could think of little more than the wondrous sensation of the hot and juicy folds of flesh clinging to his pulsing cock. He gritted his teeth and fought for control as his prick probed the very depths of his wife's quivering pussy.
Carol let out a happy little sigh when Ken's organ was buried balls deep. He had remained braced on his hands and arms. Peering down through the dimness, he could see that she had her eyes open. Her lips were parted and as he lowered his chest down against her jutting breasts he felt her warm, sweet breath an his face. Her stiffened nipples dug into his chest, almost making direct contact with his own erect nubs.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head lower. He was holding his weight on his forearms, one on each side of her head. He glued his mouth to her moistly parted lips. She returned the kiss, her sweet lips soft and smooth under his, then accepted his tongue when he shoved it past her teeth.
She met his oral instrument with her own, and he thought dimly about the happy truth that his lovely wife wasn't the slightest bit backward or bashful when it came to French kissing. He had taught her that much, anyway. She had been a very willing pupil, too.
Feeling that he had himself under control, at least enough to hold back until Carol had an orgasm, as she had always been fast, Ken broke the passionate, tongue-lashing kiss. He buried his head beside hers, in her silky-soft, sweet-smelling hair, and slipped his hands down to her flaring hips. He began pronging her with slow and steady thrusts, turning his face slightly because her blonde hair was tickling his nose.
Carol began moving with him, her fingers trailing lightly over his back and shoulders, and he knew that she had really been in the mood. She had spoken the truth earlier. She had never refused him, except to remind him that it was the wrong time of the month, and during the last year or so he had cut down drastically on their sex sessions. She had never told him that she was ready for some action, even during the first year, but she had always responded as she was doing right then when he instigated the coupling. Maybe he hadn't been giving her enough. She would probably never tell him even if he hadn't been keeping her satisfied.
"Oh, honey! I'm just about there!"
Ken had been deliberately letting his mind wander, using that method to hold back his ever-soaring passion, while at the same time letting Carol set the pace. Hearing her words; and feeling her inner cunt muscles contracting around his pistoning prick, he began pumping faster.
Carol wriggled her ass wildly and raced her hips, her fingers clutching at his back. Just as she tensed outwardly, her inner flesh still undulating around his swollen shaft, he climaxed. His cock jerked erratically in her clasping, clinging cunt and spewed forth jet after jet of scalding semen. He kept pumping and she met him with counter-thrusts until his cock stopped spurting.
Ken rolled them over on their sides while they were recovering to keep from hurting Carol with his weight. He kissed her tenderly after they had recovered, then got a towel from the headboard. He withdrew his limp cock, used the towel, and she took it with her when she went to the bathroom. When she came back he left the bed and the room.
He had showered late that afternoon right after getting home from work, so he just cleaned himself at the washbasin. Snapping the bathroom light out, he returned to the bed. Carol had gotten under the sheet. He remained naked, thinking they might have another session, as his penis had lifted into another erection while he was washing.
Carol had put her nightgown back on. She usually slept on her side and now her back was to him. After discovering that she was no longer naked, he turned on his back, his thrusting cock making a tent out of the sheet. Only the edge had been taken off his passion, but he knew that Carol was either already sleeping or else well on the way. He closed his eyes and tried to think about just anything except sex.
He didn't have any success. The exciting scenes he had watched on the screen in Floyd's garage seemed to flash and flicker on his closed eyelids. He wondered if Floyd and George really had oral sex with their wives. They were always pointing out shapely females and calling them "eating stuff," but that didn't prove anything.
Both men had sexy-looking wives. Floyd's wife, Virginia, was a redhead with long legs and a big bosom. George's wife, June, was smaller and had dark hair and eyes. She was equally well-stacked on a smaller scale, though. Both women were around thirty, both were very friendly with him, and sometimes he even had the feeling that they would welcome advances from him.
They were also friendly with Carol. The three women visited back and forth, often went shopping together, and if he didn't trust Carol so much he didn't think he would want her running around. with the other two wives. Virginia and June were actually a little overly friendly and flirty at times and he often wondered if they were that way around other men.
Even if they were available, and he wanted to cheat on Carol, he would steer clear of them, though. They were too close to home, as well as being wives of his friends. Floyd and George were friendly with Carol, of course, but they treated her with respect. He could understand why they looked her over with greedy eyes, too. His lovely young blonde, blue-eyed wife drew greedy, hot-eyed glances from just about all men. He was proud of that fact. Hell, he wouldn't want a wife nobody else desired.
Finally, after what he figured had to be at least an hour. Ken knew that he would never get to sleep unless he did something about his throbbing hard-on. He didn't want to disturb Carol's sleep, so he slipped from the bed, went to the bathroom, and beat off a spurting
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CHAPTER TWO
Ken Mantell worked at an automobile factory. He had been there since shortly after graduating from high school. Realizing his limitations, he had decided not to try and go to college. He was still working on the production line and since he was making good money he hadn't tried to buck for a promotion. He knew that to really get ahead a guy had to do a certain amount of ass-kissing and he didn't think he could go that route; not after listening to Floyd and George yapping about the crap they had to take from their superiors.
Both were foremen. Floyd in the foundry; George in the paint department. The two men rode to work with Ken in his two-year-old car, helping with the expenses, leaving their new cars home for their wives to use. Ken liked the arrangement, as Carol didn't like to drive, and he had more to say about going home directly after work. Floyd and George always wanted to stop off for a beer, which was all right with him, but sometimes he had to threaten to leave without them.
The next morning nothing was mentioned about the erotic films. Ken wasn't surprised, as his two passengers seldom had much to say about anything on the way to work. The day passed in the regular routine manner and Ken didn't find out until just before quitting time that the plant was going to shut down for the rest of the week.
At times he worked twelve hours a day seven days a week; at other times he only put in eight hours four days a week. On a yearly basis it still gave him a sizable income, though, and with Carol's help they never had much trouble paying their bills.
The pay checks were given out a day early, so Ken was expecting Floyd's suggestion that they stop by a bar and cash their checks. That was the usual procedure and Ken knew that Carol would expect him to be an hour or so late. They were out of the parking lot and into the traffic and Ken felt that he could use a few cool brews. He had been thinking off and on all day that he would talk to his wife and bring all of his sexual desires out into the open. A few beers might give him the nerve he had always lacked before.
"Let's stop at that bar on Third Avenue," Floyd said. "They always keep plenty of money on hand to cash checks."
"You just want a chance to pinch that pretty young barmaid's butt," George said.
Floyd chuckled. "I'd like to do a lot more than just pinch her jiggling ass! I think she would give Ken some tail if he would just speak up."
"You know that I'm a happily married man," Ken said, then added, mostly to have something to say, "Don't you guys ever think of anything except sex?"
"Why not think about sex?" Floyd asked. "That's just about the only real pleasure in life. You work and struggle like crazy just to keep even and sex takes the pressure off."
"It's a sad fact that you get older and older and soon maybe all you can do is look at a female," George said. "You've only been married a couple of years, Ken. Wait until you've been at the same old grind for years and years. You'll be wanting some strange stuff, too. Right, Floyd?"
"That's right," Floyd said. "However, this is payday, we have a long weekend off, it's great to be alive at the moment, and I'm more interested in a cold beer than in a piece of ass right now."
Ken pulled the car to the curb. "Let's cash our checks, have a couple of beers, then head for home. Since I haven't been married as long as you fellows, I'm always glad to get home to my wife."
They all got out of the car and entered the barroom. Ken was a little disappointed to find that the pretty young barmaid wasn't working. In her place there was a middle-aged woman with huge breasts and wide hips. They stood at the bar, cashed their checks, and each had a beer, with Floyd insisting upon paying.
George bought the next round. When it was about time for a third beer, Ken started to tell them that he would buy a round and then he was heading for home ; that if they wanted to ride they could, otherwise they could get home some other way. He felt a gentle hand on his upper arm, turned, and looked down. He found himself looking into the sparkling blue eyes of the young barmaid. His eyes went on down to the jutting titties straining against the thin white blouse.
"Hi," the pretty girl said, smiling brightly. "I'm off duty now and I'll take that beer if you don't mind."
"Sure," .Ken said, grinning, wondering if his face was getting red. It felt flushed and he heard Floyd chuckle -- and then George. "Here? Or in a booth?"
The girl squeezed his arm. "The booth in back is empty, Ken."
Ken couldn't remember telling the girl his name. He couldn't even remember saying anything to her except offering to buy her a beer one time. He glanced at the smiling faces of his friends, and suddenly wondered if they really were his friends. He had the feeling that they were somehow mixed up in the fact that the barmaid was off duty and was there with him.
Squeezing his arm again, the girl said, "Why don't you talk to your friends and I'll meet you at the booth. Don't keep me waiting too long."
Ken turned back to the bar and drained his glass of beer. He should run like hell, he thought. He didn't even know the girl's name, he was married, and he loved his wife, but there was a desire to see and touch the poking breasts --
"You're in," Floyd said. "You're a lucky man, Ken."
"She lives in the next block," George said. "She has her own apartment and she really has the hots for you, man."
Ken stepped back from the bar. "What have you fellows been telling that girl?" he asked, frowning. "I don't even know her name."
"Her name's Joyce," Floyd said, putting his hand on Ken's shoulder. "She has been dropping hints about wanting to know you and we thought we would do you both a favor."
"We keep our traps shut where our wives are concerned, pal, and we expect the same from you," George said.
Ken pulled his shoulder from under Floyd's hand. "Anything I do you can tell my wife," he said. "I think we had better all start for home."
George frowned. "Shit, man, you can't just walk out on a pretty pussy like that. If you do, maybe I made a mistake by calling you a man.''
Ken looked toward . the back booth. Joyce waved. He turned back to Floyd and George. It wouldn't do any harm if he just talked to the girl, he thought. "I'll have a beer with her," he said. "What are you fellows going to do?"
"We'll meet you here around eight o'clock," Floyd said. "I called Virginia from the plant and told her that we were working overtime. She said that she would tell Carol and June."
Ken looked at the stocky George, then at the taller Floyd. "Where are you guys going?"
"We'll fill you in later," Floyd said. "Be here around eight and have a good time. Come on, George."
Ken watched the two men leave. During the last few minutes more customers had entered. Most were men and were standing at the bar, but a few were with women and were sitting at the several tables and in the booths along one wall. Ken bought two bottles of beer and got two clean glasses. He was glad that he had already cashed his check and had the money tucked away in his billfold.
He made his way back to the booth. Joyce smiled and indicated with a nod of her head that he should sit beside her. He placed the bottles and glasses on the table and sat down. He poured the beer without looking at her, enjoying her perfume, suddenly not at all nervous, actually feeling quite comfortable with the pretty, brown-haired girl.
"I guess you're curious," Joyce said after they had sipped from the glasses.
They weren't touching, but he moved further away so that he could look at her. "That's putting it mildly," he said, meeting her blue eyes. They were a shade lighter than his wife's beautiful eyes and he felt a pang of guilt.
"I've talked to Floyd and George about you a few times," Joyce said. "They come in here quite often without you. Do you know where they're going?"
"They didn't tell me," he said, turning his face when he realized that he was staring at her jutting titties. He hoped that he wouldn't get a hard-on.
"There's a new house not far from here," she said. "I guess I should have said, there are some new girls in an old whorehouse. Have you ever visited a place like that, Ken?"
"No, and I'm a little surprised that Floyd and George would go to such a place. I know their wives and I doubt that they will find anything better."
"Floyd called me this afternoon and said that he would try and have you here, Ken. You look like a fellow I used to love. He was my first and my last male lover, actually, and I've been thinking that you might help me kick the gay habit."
"I'm not sure that I understand," Ken said, draining his glass of beer.
"I won't go into all the details, but I met a guy when I was eighteen. I'm twenty-two now. I fell for him in a big way and we made a regular thing of going to bed together. I found out that he was married and he told me that his wife wouldn't give him a divorce. I found out where they lived and visited them. They both just laughed at me and his wife said that I could go to bed with both of them. When I refused, he slapped me around and practically threw me out. Am I boring you, Ken ?"
"No," he said, meaning it. "I don't understand exactly what it all has to do with me, though."
"You could almost pass for his twin," Joyce said. "The same sandy hair, the same blue eyes, just about the same size. He was tall like you, I mean, and you even have the same little dimple in your chin."
"You sound as if you hate him," Ken said. "If that's true, I can't see why you would even want to talk to me."
"I guess I had some kind of a nutty idea that you might be able to help me, Ken. Since you do look so much like the bastard and I have never been able to let another man touch me -- " her words trailed off and Ken looked at her, but she didn't meet his eyes.
He watched as she drained her glass of beer, again telling himself to run like hell. "You're trying to tell me that you want to use me in some kind of a screwy experiment? Hell, I'm a happily married man, Joyce, and I mean to stay that way."
"You've never cheated on your wife? Never even thought about cheating on her?"
"Doing something and thinking about doing it are two different things, Joyce. I know that some people say that the thought is the same as the deed, but I can't go along with that. I guess all men think about how it might be with just about any attractive female. I do, I'll admit, but so far I've never done anything about it."
"Then you refuse to even try to help me?"
Ken looked at Joyce, into her glowing eyes, and wondered if he was being foolish in turning down such an exciting invitation. He wasn't even sure that he believed the girl, though. It seemed too damned easy. Maybe she was trying to work some kind of a blackmail racket. And why would Floyd and George be so interested in him getting his kicks with the sexy-looking girl? Maybe they just wanted to get something on him so that he wouldn't blab to their wives -
"How do I know this isn't just some kind of a trick to get me into some kind of trouble?"
"I guess you will just have to take my word for it," Joyce said seriously. "I'm living with a woman, but she isn't home now. Do you know anything about lesbianism?"
"Just what I've read," Ken said. "Did you tell Floyd and George that part of it?"
"No, and I wouldn't tell them about us if you accepted my offer. In fact, I'm not even sure that I could go through with sexual intercourse. If you're a rough man and come on like gangbusters I know I couldn't. Are you gentle with your wife, Ken?"
"I guess so," he said. "Yes, I am, but there's no use discussing this any further. Maybe I'm stupid, I guess I am, but you had better find somebody else, Joyce."
Joyce didn't answer. The place was really getting lively by then. The jukebox kept up a steady stream of numbers and two couples were trying to dance in the cramped space between the bar and the tables. Most of the men were in work clothes and Ken suddenly wished that he was dressed better so that he could take the girl to a nice place.
He thought of his trusting wife, felt guilty, and decided that he should get something to eat even if he wasn't hungry. If he kept drinking on an empty stomach, even beer, he might get tight. He had almost gotten a stiff hard-on a couple of times since sitting with the attractive girl, but at the moment his cock was limp. Because of his guilty feelings, he guessed. He thought about how embarrassing it would be to take Joyce up on her generous offer and then fail to get an erection.
"I'm sorry I bothered you," Joyce finally said. "It was a crazy idea, anyway. I don't really mind the gay life all that much. I find it very satisfying, I mean, and I guess I wanted to give the so-called normal sex acts another try mostly out of curiosity."
"I'm not dressed so well, but maybe we could find a suitable place to eat. Are you hungry?"
"Not very, Ken. I'm keeping you from your dinner, though, so please feel free to take off at any time."
"I just about have to wait for Floyd and George now," he said. "I guess my wife thinks I'm working overtime."
"I could fix something to eat at my apartment, Ken."
He looked at her. "Maybe I had better just wait around here."
"We can just talk," Joyce said, smiling. "There won't be so much noise at my place. You don't have to be afraid. It isn't as if I'm going to try and rape you."
Ken finished his beer. The promises he had made to himself suddenly seemed silly and unimportant. What harm would there be if Carol never found out? Most married men strayed from time to time. Besides, he was just going to walk the girl home where they could talk without so much noise.
"Maybe I can trust you not to lead me astray," he said, forcing a smile.
He thought he detected something akin to fright in her eves, but there was a smile on her full lips. He slipped from the booth and she followed as he picked a path through the crowd. She took his hand when they were out on the sidewalk. They walked the three blocks in silence, holding hands, and he felt like a young kid. It was a good feeling and he told himself that he would just talk, maybe have a bite to eat, and return to his wife the same true-blue husband.
The apartment wasn't ritzy, but it was nice and clean. There weren't any signs of a man and Ken decided that Joyce might be telling the truth. He told her that he liked the place and she smiled and told him to sit down. He sat down on a couch. She excused herself and returned shortly with a highball.
He accepted the drink and she asked what he would like to eat. He wasn't hungry, but he knew that he should eat something. The fact that he was with the attractive girl and that she was apparently eager to be fucked had him in a high state of excitement. He had crossed his legs to hide the evidence of his arousal.
"Just a sandwich will be fine, Joyce."
Saying that there was a ham in the refrigerator, she again left the room, her ass jiggling provocatively under her tight skirt. Ken sipped the highball and forced himself to remain seated while waiting impatiently for her to return.
The thick sandwich was good and Joyce didn't say anything while he ate. When he finished she asked if he wanted more. He said that he didn't, then answered her next question by saying that he had had enough to drink. He didn't want to go home drunk and he had made up his mind to do something about his hard cock. Joyce was looking better all the time and he didn't want to take a chance on deadening his senses with more alcohol.
Joyce had been sitting on a chair across the small room. When she stood up and walked over to take the plate, he uncrossed his legs. and put an arm around her slender waist. Her body tensed and he dropped his arm. She let out a little giggle, turned her body, and sat down in his lap. Her body tensed again when she felt his straining cock. He chuckled and placed the plate on an endtable beside the empty highball glass.
"Maybe you have changed your mind," he said, almost wishing that she had, feeling the heat of her body through her clothes. He wasn't a rapist and he knew that the slightest resistance would turn him off. "This was your idea, you know, but if you don't want to go through with it I'll leave."
Joyce got to her feet, stepped away, and faced Ken. There was plenty of light and he watched with growing excitement as she got undressed. She removed the white blouse, then wriggled out of the short, tight skirt. She kicked out of her high heels as she stepped out of the circle her skirt had formed.
She reached around and unhooked the restraining bra. Freed, her high-riding titties still poked proudly. A faint smile on her lips, obviously enjoying Ken's admiring eyes, she quickly peeled out of her brief panties. Staring, smelling the delectable fragrance emanating from the young and lovely female body, Ken started to get to his feet to strip himself naked.
"I'm a very oral person," Joyce said, dropping to her knees on the rug. She snuggled in between Ken's legs, her eyes on the big bulge in his pants. "If you don't mind I would like to experiment in my own way at first. Don't touch me right now, I mean. Oh, it's so big!"
Eagerly willing to have his cock sucked, Ken had settled back on the couch while listening to Joyce's softly spoken words. With trembling fingers she had tugged his zipper down, reached in, and pulled his erect penis into the open. That stiff organ was throbbing and her strangely cool fingers were gently caressing the hard flesh and muscle.
"His prick wasn't even close to being this big, Ken. The man I was telling you about, I mean. I don't think I want to be fucked by such a huge cock."
The blunt words added to Ken's excitement. "It's just a matter of adjustment," he said, hoping she would at least give him a blow-job.
"I used to enjoy sucking his cock," Joyce said, not lifting her eyes. "If you don't mind I think I'll try fellatio first and if that works out okay I'll let you fuck me if you can get another hard-on."
Right at that moment Ken was more interested in being sucked than he was in the possibility of doing some fucking later. He didn't get a chance to give that information, though, as the only sound that escaped his lips was a low moan of pleasure. Because the girl had opened her mouth wide, grasped the thick base of his jutting shaft with her fist, and engulfed the swollen glans.
Thrilling to the hot and moist sucking mouth, the twirling tongue, Ken leaned back and closed his eyes. He had gone too damned long without the oral sexual pleasures, he thought dimly. What a wonderful sensation it was to have the greedy female mouth taking more and more of his throbbing cock --
Suddenly the wondrous warmth was re-moved, or snatched away, leaving Ken's thrusting tool trembling in the air, and he opened his eyes just as he heard a woman's loud words, "You bitch! You bastard! I should kill you both!"
The woman, her black eyes blazing, hurled herself at him and he bolted upright, lifting his hands to fight off her clawing fingers. He scrambled to his feet and saw Joyce sprawled on the floor, her cunt gaping, but there was time for only a quick glance. Because with one hand he was trying to hold off the tall cursing woman, and with the other he grabbed a kicking foot. With a quick movement he flipped the angry female and she sailed through the air and landed on her ass.
Joyce quickly got to her feet, her face flushed, both hands covering her crotch, her titties jiggling. She looked from the woman on the floor to Ken, then back again. "He's my guest, Jackie! You had no right to -- to come barging in like a crazy nut!"
"I had all kinds of rights! This is my apartment and you're my girl!"
Ken glared at the woman sitting on the floor. Her breasts looked small under a black sweater; her long legs were encased in black tight-fitting slacks. Her black hair was cut short and she was quite pretty even though flushed with anger.
She made a move to get up and he said, "If you get up off your ass and start for me again, I'll slap you silly."
"You bastard!"
Ken looked at Joyce and saw tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ken. Maybe you had better leave. This is Jackie's place and I guess I made a mistake in bringing you here."
Jackie said, "Go to the bedroom, Joyce. I'll explain things to this -- this young stud."
Joyce turned and fled without another word. Ken watched as the older woman slowly got to her feet and parked her butt on a nearby chair. She looked to be in her middle thirties. She seemed calm enough, her dark eyes were on his midsection, and he realized that he was still standing there with his cock sticking out in a throbbing erection. He felt cheated and wondered if he should give the lesbian a good scare for causing him to miss out on the blow-job. "How long has Joyce been living with you?" he asked.
"Two years. Not that it's any of your business. Why the hell don't you just put your proud manhood away and haul your ass out of here?"
Ken glanced down at his poking prick. He suddenly didn't feel very proud. He felt disgusted with Joyce, Jackie, and most of all with himself. He managed to stuff his hard cock back inside and zip his pants. He wished that he was home or that he really had worked overtime. He would like to kick both of his so-called friends in the ass for helping him get into such a mess.
Ready to leave, his cock beginning to droop, Ken met Jackie's dark eyes. There was a faint smile on her full red lips. Now that she thought he was going, she seemed in better spirits.
"I don't understand much about this gay stuff," Ken said. "Are you what would be called a true lesbian?"
"You really want to know if I've ever been fucked, don't you? The answer is in the affirmative, but I happen to be in love with Joyce. She has been happy with me. She really doesn't have to work, because I have a good job and give her plenty of money. She doesn't want for anything."
"There are a couple of points open to debate," Ken said. "If she's so happy with you, why did she bring me here? And you saw that she wanted my cock. I sure as hell didn't force her."
"As I said, I'm in love with her. Maybe I'm too jealous, but is that so unusual? I have an idea that you're married and I'm sure that you would be jealous if you caught your wife sucking a cock."
"I sure as hell would be, but that has nothing to do with this gay stuff."
"That's your opinion," Jackie said. "Maybe I have been a little unfair with Joyce, though. I'm bisexual and I've always tried never to mix heterosexuality with the sex-role inversion pleasures, but I'm willing to prove that I really do want Joyce to be happy." She got to her feet. "I'll send her out."
Surprised, Ken watched as the woman left the room. He stood there for a moment, puzzled, then sat down on the couch. He knew that he should hightail it out of the apartment, but remembering the way Joyce's hot mouth had felt encircling his cock kept him glued to his seat. Maybe Jackie would leave them alone while Joyce finished him off, he thought. His cock was straining for freedom again when Joyce came into the room.
She was wearing a thin robe. It wasn't transparent, but it hugged her curves like a glove. She sat down on a chair and didn't meet his eyes.
"Jackie said that it was all right for you to stay, Ken."
He got to his feet. "That's a switch. What's the catch? A few minutes ago she was ready to kill me or some damn thing."
Joyce still didn't meet Ken's eyes. "Jackie wants to make me happy. She's on the bed, naked, and waiting for us. She said that you looked like a man with the ability to take us both on. Actually, I think she fell for your big cock. Have you ever made what Jackie called the threesome scene, Ken?"
"No," Ken said, his pulse quickening.
Joyce laughed and stood up. "Then it will be a new experience for both of us, won't it?"
Ken stared as Joyce hurried from the room. For what seemed to be many minutes he stood there with mixed emotions. He wanted to go to the bedroom and the two females, but he was afraid the one called Jackie was playing some kind of a trick on him. He also thought of his wife. He finally moved and he didn't know if he was being wise or foolish. He rushed toward the outside door.
CHAPTER THREE
By the time Ken got back to his car and the barroom the street lights were going on. His cock had softened shortly after leaving the apartment. He went into the barroom and had one beer. He then went back outside, sat behind the wheel of his car, and waited for Floyd and George. He listened to the blaring music from the jukebox and the loud laughing and talking by both men and women and tried without success to keep his mind off Joyce and Jackie.
He was afraid to drink any more. He knew that it wouldn't take much to send him back to the small apartment and the offer he almost wished that he had accepted. He didn't feel very guilty about the brief sexual contact he had had, but he was a little ashamed when he thought about going home and releasing his tensions with his unsuspecting wife.
Finally, shortly after eight o'clock, Floyd and George came weaving along the sidewalk. Ken could tell that they were both very intoxicated before they came up to the car and tried to get him to go for just one more drink. He told them to get in the car or he would leave without them.
He spoke sharply and he was a little surprised when they meekly got in the car. They both got in the back and Floyd wanted to know how he had made out.
"I didn't," Ken said, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. He forced a laugh. "Hell, I got so nervous in the booth I knew that I couldn't even get a hard-on! I sent the girl home. Just remember that when I get you drunks home to your wives."
"We won't say anything about anything," George said. "If you don't want some strange stuff now and then, that's your business. We got ours, didn't we, Floyd?"
"Yeah," Floyd said. "It's a damned good thing we pronged the hell out of our wives last night, huh? I don't think I could get another hard-on even with some sucking."
"I hope June doesn't have hot pants tonight," George said. "Sucking might get my dick hard, but my balls are so drained I would. fire a blank."
Hearing the talk, along with his own thoughts, caused Ken to get another erection. Carol had better be ready for some sex. he thought, unable to keep from thinking about the other two wives. Obviously they both went the oral route. Maybe Virginia and June knew about Floyd and George fucking other women and even went for the extramarital stuff themselves.
Deciding that he had better not let his some-what feverish mind dwell on that subject, Ken tried to figure out what to tell his own wife. The best bet would be to tell part of the truth, he thought. He would just say that Floyd and George had gotten too much to drink and he had had to wait for them. Deception, he decided, was sometimes a necessary evil.
By the time Ken drove into George's driveway both men were either asleep or passed out. Anxious to get on home, Ken got out of the car, opened a back door, and was rough as he tugged at George's dead weight. Floyd groaned and moved over to the far side. When Ken kept tugging, George mumbled a few curse words and practically fell out of the car.
Taking the staggering man by the arm, Ken led him to the side entrance of the house. The outside light went on and the door opened. George's wife was wearing a white halter and white shorts. Ken met her dark eyes, then couldn't keep from looking down at her exposed flesh.
"I didn't know where to find you, Ken. Carol's father had some kind of an accident and she left on the six o'clock bus."
Ken's heart seemed to skip a beat. Of all the times for him to goof off, he thought. George mumbled that he was going to be sick and staggered off toward the back yard.
"Do you know if the accident was serious? I had better get rid of Floyd and take off."
June stepped back. "Just take it easy, Ken. Call Carol before you -- "
Ken didn't wait to hear any more. He knew that the telephone was in the living room. He ran and his fingers trembled as he dialed direct. Carol's mother and father lived in a small town almost a hundred miles away. Nervously listening to the ring on the other end, Ken watched as June entered and snapped off the television set. He managed to return her smile, then turned away as she flopped her tightly clad butt down on a couch.
His wife answered. "What happened, Carol?"
"Dad just slipped and sprained his back. He's in bed, but he's going to be all right. Mom just got excited and called me."
"I'm sorry I wasn't home to take you."
"Think nothing of it," Carol said. "You do have to make a living, you know."
Something about his wife's voice, a certain coldness, told Ken that she knew he hadn't worked overtime. "I guess you called the plant," he said.
"Yes, I did. Have you been having fun?"
"I can explain -- "
"You don't have to explain anything to me," Carol cut in. "I think I'll stay and visit with the folks for a few days."
"I was going to drive there tonight," Ken said.
"I'll take a bus home Saturday afternoon,"
Carol said. "You've probably been drinking with your buddies and all I ask is that you don't wreck the car while you're having your fun."
"I want to see you tonight, Carol."
"Don't you think a wife likes to get away from her husband at times, too?"
"Maybe you had better just wait and take the bus back Sunday," Ken said, sorry immediately after blurting out the words.
"All right, I will!"
Hearing Carol hang up, Ken replaced the receiver. He looked at June and she stood up. "I have water on for coffee," she said, smiling. "Don't look so downhearted. You had a good time, didn't you?"
"I had a few drinks on payday," he said. "Carol's burning about that, I ,guess, but I just might go get her anyway."
"It's none of my business, of course, but I think I would just let things ride, Ken. I can remember when I was her age and if you aren't careful -- well, you both need time to cool off. Let's go to the kitchen and talk this thing out."
Ken didn't know what he could talk out with June, but he followed her into the kitchen, his eyes on her swaying ass. He should go back to Joyce and Jackie, he thought. He sure as hell wasn't going to relieve himself with his fist just because his wife didn't want to see him!
Ken expected to find George in the kitchen, but June said that her husband had gone to bed. She laughed and added, "With all that drink and sex he won't be worth a damn for anything except about ten hours of sleep. Sit down, Ken."
He sat down at the table and watched as June made coffee. He had caught the word sex and wondered if she was just fishing for some information. Deciding that he had better watch what he said, he told her that he would pay for the phone call when she got the bill. She told him not to worry about such a minor thing; that neighbors should help each other. Looking at her scantily clad body, he couldn't keep from thinking that they could help each other right then.
June brought two cups of coffee to the table and sat down across from Ken. They sipped in silence for a few minutes, then Ken said that he had better hurry and get Floyd home.
"You don't have to be in a hurry," June said as Ken finished his coffee and stood up. "You're temporarily a free man, aren't you?"
He thought he could detect disappointment in her dark eyes. He thanked her for the coffee, told her good night, and walked to the door.
"If you have trouble going to sleep you're more than welcome to come back, Ken. We could play cards or something more exciting."
Ken didn't trust himself enough to answer or even turn around. He hurried on out and practically ran to his car. Offers seemed to be coming from all directions. But he would be a sneaky bastard to fuck George's wife. Besides, June lived too close to home.
Driving on home, with Floyd still sleeping in the back, Ken decided that he would go to Carol. Sex wasn't the most important thing in a marriage, but it was very important and right then it seemed like an absolute necessity.
During the very short ride, however, he again changed his mind. It wouldn't be the first time he had gone to bed alone while wanting and needing sex. Just the night before he had even left his lovely wife in bed and jacked off in the bathroom. It was a good thing nobody could read his mind, he thought. He would probably be salted away in a nut house.
He pulled into the double driveway between his house and Floyd's. He didn't have all that much trouble getting the drunken man out of the car and started toward the back porch, but Floyd stumbled and fell going up the steps.
The outside light went on and Floyd's wife opened the door. "Having trouble, Ken?"
Ken had been tugging at Floyd, telling him to get his ass up and into the house. He looked up at the lush redhead. "I've just about had it with drunks," he said, dropping his eyes to her long bare legs. "Maybe you could help me get him inside."
Virginia leaned over and slapped her husband's face and told him to snap out of it. Floyd grunted and struggled to his feet, Ken on one side, Virginia on the other, with Ken having to pull his gaze from the deep valley between the redhead's big breasts.
They got Floyd into the house and on the bed in the master bedroom without too much trouble. Ken helped strip the inert man down to his shorts, averting his eyes when the soft cock flopped out through the opening. Virginia pulled a sheet over her husband's lower body.
"I would say that my dear husband has had it in more ways than one, wouldn't you?"
Ken met her twinkling eyes, felt his face getting red, and turned and left the room. He walked along the hallway and into the kitchen, knowing that Virginia was right behind him. He told her good night and went to the door.
"I wasn't home when Carol left, Ken, but June filled me in on the phone. Did you call your wife? Did June try and get you to stay with her?"
Ken stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "The answer is yes to both your questions," he said, turning and meeting Virginia's eyes. "I had a cup of coffee with June. She suggested that I come back and play cards or something if I couldn't sleep. Are you thinking about making the same offer?"
"It did enter my mind," Virginia said, smiling. "Floyd sure as hell isn't in any shape to do me any good, honey, and nobody would have to know that we grabbed a little pleasure on the side."
Ken went out the door and closed it behind him without saying a word. Again he didn't know if he was being wise or foolish, weak or strong, but he had the sudden feeling that he was being put to some kind of a test. Just why were so many females offering themselves to him at about the same time?
He was still asking himself that question a few minutes later while shaving. He decided to forget about trying for an answer: He knew where he was going and he wasn't going to change his mind again. He took a shower, getting an erection in the process, and he wondered how many times his cock had been up and down during the evening. Well, he was going to see how many times he could empty his balls when he got to Joyce's apartment. Jackie's, rather, and maybe soon he would be a part of a sex scene similar to those he had watched on film the evening before.
Ken's penis was hanging limply again by the time he had dressed in clean shorts, slacks, and a sport shirt. He admitted to himself that he was already worried because of his decision, as well as being very nervous, but he was determined not to chicken out -- and he was sure his cock wouldn't fail him when he was with the two bisexual females.
The outside light was still on next door. So was the kitchen. light. Ken got his car, started it, and backed out onto the street before turning the headlights on. He hoped that Virginia hadn't noticed him leaving, but he told himself that if the redhead did report to his wife he could just say that he had gone for a drive because he had been restless. Part of it would be the truth, too. He was certainly restless. He was a restless husband on the prowl for pussy, that was for sure, and if his wife had just said the word he would be on his way to her.
Knowing that he was just making an excuse, Ken told himself that he couldn't blame anybody for what he meant to do. Thinking about the few seconds that his cock had been in Joyce's greedy mouth, he had trouble keeping within the speed limit. He found a parking space on the street near the apartment building.
He rapped on the apartment door, waited a few seconds, then knocked louder. He waited a couple of minutes, started to knock again, and the door opened a few inches. He pushed on the door, but it was stopped by a chain.
"It's me," he said. "Ken."
Joyce peered out, the door closed, and he heard the chain being removed. He entered and closed the door behind him. Joyce was wearing the thin robe. They just looked at each other and she didn't appear all that glad to see him.
"What happened? Did your wife refuse to take care of you ?"
"My wife wasn't home," Ken said. "Do you want me to leave?"
Joyce stepped over and hooked the door chain. "I guess I should have done that when you were here before. Jackie and I had an argument and she stormed out. She gave me until noon tomorrow to get my ass and my clothes out of here."
"I'm sorry if it was my fault that you're losing your home," Ken said, disappointed Because he wasn't going to have both females, hoping Joyce wouldn't expect him to find her a place to live.
"Jackie and I have been getting on each other's nerves more and more lately," Joyce said. "We were going to split up sooner or later, anyway. Shall we go to the bedroom while I finish what I started?"
Without waiting for an answer, Joyce turned and walked across the room. Ken, his eyes on her jiggling buttocks, followed, his cock lifting into an erection. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his gun this time, he thought. He had been walking around primed and ready too damned long as it was.
The bedroom light was already on. Joyce slipped the robe off, tossed it aside, and lowered her naked fanny down on the side of the bed. Ken quickly shucked out of his clothes under her steady gaze. The girl's face was flushed with obvious excitement by the time he was naked.
She held out her arms and he stepped forward. Her fingers began caressing his thrusting and throbbing cock. One of her hands went down to his balls. They were drawn up tightly in their pouch. Her fingers were gentle and her breath was. warm on the blunt end of his stiff prick. He put his hands on his hips and pushed forward until the swollen knob touched her soft and moist lips.
She just kissed the blunt end and then pulled her face back. "Why don't you stretch out on the bed so we'll be more comfortable?"
She dropped her hands and he silently stepped back, circled around her exciting body, and got on his back on the bed. He thought she might be stalling, but since she had volunteered to give him a blow-job he figured that he had better let her call the shots.
Ken parted his legs when Joyce got on the bed and she snuggled in between them. Her eyes on his jutting prick, she encircled the big cockhead with one smooth hand and grasped the rigid shaft with the other. She stroked the hard flesh with both hands and Ken let out a soft little moan.
Joyce bent her head and licked the blunt end. She slipped one hand down to the base of his cock, opened her mouth, and took the knob between her wet lips. She held it there while her tongue lapped around the blood-engorged glans, and Ken groaned and had to resist the urge to thrust upward to get more of his cock into her moist and soft and warm oral cavity.
Seconds later he was thrilling to that sensation, anyway, because she lowered her head and took two or three more inches of his pulsing shaft. He could see her cheeks bulging. She began moving her sucking mouth up and down. His cock slid in almost halfway on the down-strokes and almost entirely out of her clinging lips on the upstrokes. Each time she ducked her head he could feel his cockhead push against the back of her mouth.
Wanting to let Joyce set her own pace, Ken tried to move as little as possible. He really enjoyed her sucking, the sensation was even greater than he remembered, but just the idea that he was finally getting a much-wanted blow-job added to his excitement and pleasure.
Ken soon felt as if his cock might explode at just any moment. One of Joyce's hands went to his sperm-filled testicles and squeezed gently as her head continued to bob rhythmically up and down. He wondered if he should let her know when he was going to shoot off. She would probably be able to tell, though. Would she swallow his stuff? All but one of the few girls who had sucked his cock before had gulped his jism right down. God, but it felt good! Great! He would return the wonderful favor, too!
Soon Joyce began stopping on the upward movement from time to time and keeping only the head of his throbbing organ in her hot mouth. Each time she did that she squeezed his rigid rod with her fingers and moved her sucking mouth in a circular motion while her tongue twirled around and around. Ken couldn't keep from moaning loudly when she did that and his fingers clutched at the mattress.
When he felt his cock just about to ejaculate he decided a little wildly that he had better give a warning. A girl had sucked him off one time and had .ragged and almost choked on his sperm. She had also cursed him after he had released her head and after she had ejected his cream. After that he had never grabbed a girl's head
"I'm just about there! I'm cumming!"
Joyce pushed down until his cock was buried deep in her throat. His cock jerked and jolted spasmodically and his semen spurted in gush after gush. He could feel and see her gulping and swallowing greedily. He couldn't keep from hunching a little as the cream kept spewing. She moved her mouth up until only the crown was enclosed, but she kept right on pumping with her fist and sucking until he knew that the very last drop had oozed out.
His cock was limp before she let it slip from her mouth. She licked her wet lips, then rested her cheek on one of his. thighs. She removed her fingers from his drained balls and stroked his other thigh.
"I had forgotten how much I enjoyed that," she said, her lips vibrating against his thigh.
"That fellow you were telling me about did a damned good job when he taught you," Ken said, thinking of his wife for the first time since entering the bedroom. So far he didn't feel very guilty. He hoped that he could work it some way so that he could depend upon Carol for the oral act he enjoyed so much.
"I don't think many things of a sexual nature really have to be taught," Joyce said, moving until she was on her back beside Ken. "Does it take you very long to recover?"
"I'll have another hard-on and another load in just a few minutes," Ken said, feeling his cock already beginning to lift. "I guess you're really steaming."
"I'm all right. I can get by without fingering myself or anything like that, I mean. Jackie and I enjoyed a fast and furious sixty-nine before we had our argument and she split. Do you go down on your wife? Or is that question out of order?"
"I guess that's the main reason I'm here," Ken said. "Not that I don't like you, Joyce. It's just that I love my wife and we don't engage in the oral activities."
Joyce sat upright and looked down at Ken's face. "Why?"
He laughed. "That's a good question. We're both just too backward with each other. Not that I'm sure that she would even be interested, of course. I just haven't had the nerve or the guts to even bring up the subject."
Joyce lowered her upper body back down on the bed. "That's sad, Ken. Really. Have you ever performed cunnilingus on anybody?"
"Once. When I was just a kid. The girl laughed and that didn't do my ego or whatever any good. I guess I liked the game but didn't want the name."
"Cuntlapper? I don't really mind being called that and it's considered normal where you're concerned, so it shouldn't bother you. Just as it's normal for me to be a cocksucker. People worry about what other people think too damned much. Why don't you just go down on your wife sometime without saying a word? I'll bet that she wouldn't laugh if you lapped her cunt and I know that I wouldn't if you lapped mine."
Ken sat upright, lifted, and got down between Joyce's lovely legs without looking at her face. He gazed down at the curly, light-brown hairs and the pink slit that parted them down the middle. His cock quickly became completely erect and he enjoyed the exciting woman-smell drifting up from the cunt, he meant to lap.
He slowly lowered his face. The heady aroma of the pussy assailed his nostrils even more and his excitement increased. He stuck out his tongue and licked the moist and smooth cuntal lips and he heard a little moan from the lips above. The taste was pleasant. He mashed his opened mouth against the quivering gash and jabbed his tongue deep into the wet and hot clinging flesh.
He darted his tongue in and out a few times, then began lapping at the walls of the tasty cunt. Joyce began writhing her ass against the mattress. Ken had been gripping her hips. He slipped his hands around and under and grasped her smooth buttocks.
Joyce hunched upward and forward. His tongue made contact with her stiffened clitoris and she moaned loudly while her fingers clutched at his hair. He began lapping the springy organ, happy to be making her happy, finding that the intimate erotic act was even more enjoyable than he remembered.
He managed to get his lips around the elongated clit and added sucking to his rhythmical lapping. Joyce began wriggling her ass faster and she hunched along with his lavish oral attentions while her fingernails dug into his scalp and tugged him even closer. He knew that she was close to a climax and he labored faster to give her the utmost in pleasure.
Joyce suddenly tensed, gasped, then cried out, and Ken was surprised at the amount of juice that was produced while the girl was having an orgasm. She actually had an entire series of spasmodic releases, and he kept right on lapping and sucking and swallowing the cunt juice until she sagged limply and removed her hands from his head.
He lifted his face, pulled his hands from under her sleek ass, and met her passion-filmed eyes. "I thought you were inexperienced," she said, smiling.
"I've done a lot of reading and I also have a good imagination," he said, grinning. Deciding that he wanted to go down on her again before fucking her, he got on his back beside her, his cock thrusting toward the ceiling. "I don't suppose you're in all that much of a hurry to be pronged, Joyce."
"I'm no longer afraid," she said. "Not of being fucked, anyway. I do hope that you take it easy with that big joystick, though."
"Don't worry about that," he said, turning over on his side and pressing the underside of his hard cock against one of her warm thighs. "How long does it take for you to recover?'
"I'm ready now," she said. "I'm not tired, I mean, and I've often wondered if there was really any limit to the number of climaxes I'm capable of having when being tongued and sucked like that, You seem to have a natural talent for it."
"I guess you meant that as a compliment," he said, thinking of the fact that he hadn't even kissed her on the mouth.
He quickly lifted and straddled her body, mashing his mouth to hers without waiting for an answer. She eagerly returned his passionate, tongue-probing kiss and he fondled her perky breasts with his fingers. Soon he broke the tongue-lashing kiss and moved down to tongue and suck the thrusting, hard-tipped titties.
After feasting upon the twin mounds until Joyce was squirming heatedly, Ken trailed down across her belly with his licking tongue, jabbing in and around her dainty navel. He had meant to do some inner thigh kissing and licking, but she arched demandingly and grabbed his head, so he began lapping her cunt again.
Just as he made contact with her erect clit he heard her say that she wanted to be fucked right then. She had removed her hands and he lifted his face with some reluctance, as he did want to finish her with his mouth and tongue again, but he could understand why she would want him to put his cock in while she was steaming hot.
He moved lower on the bed and positioned his poking prick for the penetration. Her legs were warm and smooth against his outer thighs, and her fingers were cool and smooth on his throbbing cock. He lowered slowly, thrilling to the sensation as his swollen cockhead pressed against the hot and wet slit of her pussy. The glans eased between the hot, juicy lips and he held it there, gazing into the girl's eyes.
Joyce closed her eyes tightly and told Ken to go ahead and put his cock all the way in. He did, slowly and carefully and her clinging cunt was so hot and tight he had to fight desperately for control. He remained braced on his hands and arms after he had his pulsing organ buried to the hilt.
Opening her eyes, Joyce smiled and said, "I'm already beginning to think that I was silly for doing without this so long. I guess it was just a mental hangup and -- "
Ken cut her words off with his mouth. He wasn't really interested in the reason or, reasons the girl had been going without fucking. He didn't expect to see her again, he didn't want to even take a chance on becoming emotionally involved with her, and he was more than ready to start toward his own blissful climax.
He broke the feverish kiss, lowered his chest down against her spiked breasts, and began fucking her with slow and deep thrusts. She soon began counter-thrusts and whispered words about how great it felt. It was great for him, too, but it didn't really compare with the pleasure he had when having intercourse with his wife.
Thinking of Carol, Ken faltered, and was suddenly afraid that he was going to lose his erection. He began to pump faster, really pounding his cock in and almost out of the tight, clasping cunt, and Joyce began bucking and humping wildly.
Ken could only hold on and in, forgetting everything except the pleasures of the moment, and when he felt Joyce spasming he let himself go. His cock jerked erratically and pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen into her clenching cunt -- and seconds later he started thinking about leaving and getting back home so that he would be there if his loved and lovely wife called --
CHAPTER FOUR
It was shortly after ten o'clock the next morning when Ken Mantell woke up in his own bed. He automatically felt for his wife's lovely body and memories came flooding back when he discovered the empty space on the bed. Rolling over on his back, staring at the ceiling, he experienced a pang of guilt as he remembered the feverish activities with Joyce.
He had left the small apartment not long after sharing a simultaneous climax with the girl he was sure he would never see again. She had told him that she was leaving town, but he hadn't asked where she was going. They had both known that it had been a one-time affair and she had wished him luck with his wife and his marriage. She had also thanked him for "helping her find herself," as she had called it, and he still wasn't sure if she had been completely truthful with him.
Not that it really made any difference, Ken thought, sitting upright and swinging from the bed. The erotic experience with Joyce was in the past, he couldn't see that any harm had been done -- as long as Carol never found out -- and he was sure that he would now be able to bring his secret desires out into the open with his wife.
Ken went to the bathroom, felt his face, and decided to shave and go after Carol. He had only washed after uncoupling from Joyce, so he also took a shower. He got an erection while soaping his cock and balls, and while remembering the pleasure he had shared with the eagerly willing girl, but he didn't do anything about his arousal knowing that it would be impossible to ejaculate every time he got a hard-on.
Deciding to wear the same clothes, his prick was soft by the time he had dressed and was in the kitchen preparing something to fill his empty stomach. He had ham and eggs, toast, and coffee. He looked out the window after washing the dishes and saw that Floyd's car was gone. Wondering if Floyd and George had recovered from the drinking, glad that he had had enough sense not to fool around with their wives, he poured a second cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
He had just taken a few sips, already kind of dreading the long drive to his in-law's home alone, when he heard a knock at the back door. He saw that it was Virginia before he got to the door. He thought about not answering, but thought that would be foolish. He would have to face the redhead sooner or later.
"Good morning," Virginia said cheerfully. "Is Carol here?"
"You know she isn't," Ken said, stepping aside as the redhead breezed right on in.
"I do now," Virginia said, smiling. She went over and sat down at the table. "Aren't you going to offer a neighbor a cup of coffee? I saw you leave last night and I thought you might have gone for your sweet wife. Where did you go?"
The very attractive woman was wearing a street dress that matched her green eyes. Ken hesitated, then closed the door. He didn't think the sexy-looking female would or could rape him -- even if the idea of making it with her was exciting.
He walked over and poured a cup of coffee, conscious of the smiling woman's eyes on his crotch. Afraid he might get an erection, he hurried to the table with the cup of coffee and sat down opposite Virginia before answering her question.
"I just went for a drive," he said, meeting her eyes. "I'm getting ready to go after Carol now, though."
Virginia arched her eyebrows. "Oh? Do you think that's wise? I was talking to June on the phone this morning and she said that you seemed to have exchanged some heated words with Carol."
"We have no serious problems," Ken said. "How's Floyd feeling?"
"Well enough to go fishing. He and George went together about an hour ago. They'll be gone all day. Did you enjoy the films the other night?"
The question caught Ken by surprise. Thinking about the scenes in the movies, realizing that Virginia knew exactly what he had watched, he remained silent and watched Virginia calmly sip her coffee.
Putting the cup back down, Virginia laughed and said, "That was a silly question! All men like to watch such movies, I guess, and contrary to popular belief most females do, too. I get a big bang out of watching the stag films with Floyd. It really puts us both in the mood and keeps the sexual part of our marriage alive. Did you ever watch such films with Carol?"
"No," Ken said, wondering if he could resist the luscious redhead if she really applied pressure. He was sure that she wanted to have sex with him, but he still felt that she was too close to home. Besides, he had cheated on Carol once too often already.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed by talk about sex, Ken. After all, we're both adults. Don't you discuss things freely with your wife?"
"You aren't my wife," Ken said evasively. "Besides, I don't think Floyd would exactly appreciate it if he knew we were -- well, talking like this."
"My husband doesn't have any stupid hang-ups where sex is concerned," Virginia said, finishing her coffee. "Meaning, of course, that Floyd doesn't ask any questions about my behavior and I don't romp on his ass for getting a little nooky on the side now and then. I think he's a little stupid for paying whores when there's so much free stuff floating around, but I don't make a big issue out of it."
Again Ken remained silent. He thought Floyd's wife might be baiting him, trying to get him to do some blabbing, and he didn't want to be in the middle of a husband-wife squabble. He was also uncomfortable just having the neighbor woman in the house. He finished his coffee and mostly to have something to say asked Virginia if she wanted more.
"No, thanks, Ken. I guess you know that I didn't just come over for coffee." Virginia laughed. "Not since Carol isn't home, anyway. I didn't come here to play cards, either. Last night I thought you might be turning me down for June. Are you sure you didn't go to some female you might have on the string somewhere? Floyd told me that he tried to set you up with a pretty young barmaid and you turned her down."
"I think Floyd talks too damned much," Ken said. "I also think we had better call a halt to this little talk and visit. Our neighbors might get the wrong idea, you know, and I wouldn't want your reputation to get tarnished."
"I've had my eyes on you since you moved here, Ken. How long has it been? Three months? Four? Anyway, I don't like to be turned down. Not that it happens very often. But when it does it hurts my feelings. There's nothing worse than a female with those kind of hurt feelings, you know, and I guess I'll just have to resort to threats. If you don't, I'll say that you did and I can be very convincing, honey. What do you think your lovely young wife would say if I told her that we had all kinds of wonderful sex together?"
Virginia had gotten to her feet. Ken didn't know if the redhead was bluffing or not, but he did know that she had given him an excuse as good as any horny man could ever hope to have. She stood there with a smile flickering across her full lips and her hands on her flaring hips. He felt his cock responding to his thoughts and he thought of the old saw about a hard cock not having a conscience, and it seemed that in this case the same was true of a hot and itchy cunt.
"Blackmail doesn't leave me much choice," Ken said, looking up and meeting Virginia's glittering green eyes. "Are you going to use a bed? Or do you want to be fucked right here on the kitchen floor?"
"Don't be bitter," Virginia said, smiling. "Blackmail is an ugly word and there's no ugliness in what I'm offering you. I think you would stop me if I started to go home, anyway. Not that I'm going to put you to a test. I'm going to your bedroom, strip off my clothes, and get on your bed. You can sit here and think about my nakedness while you're beating your meat if you want to."
The last few words were tossed back over Virginia's shoulder in a joking manner. Ken watched her long bare legs and swaying hips disappear from view, then slowly got to his feet. He went to a cupboard and got a bottle of Scotch. He just took a small drink to calm his nerves and put the bottle back. Walking toward the bedroom, his cock already lifting, it entered his mind that he might be tossing his marriage down the drain. But there didn't seem to be much he could do about it, so he might as well have just as much pleasure as possible --
Virginia was on her back near the center of the bed. Her naked body looked as good as Ken had thought it would. She smiled, licked her lips, and ran her hands up her sides to her big breasts. Ken kneeled to remove his shoes and socks. Virginia wanted to know if he was angry with her. He laughed and told her that he would be if she turned out to be a bum fuck.
"I've never had any complaints," Virginia said, watching as Ken straightened and began removing his clothes. Shortly after his hard cock was exposed and thrusting proudly, she exclaimed, "God, what a big whanger!"
"You don't like big cocks?" he asked, grinning.
"I love all sizes, honey! Bring that big beauty here!"
Standing beside the bed, staring at the dark red triangle, Ken started to say that he didn't want to start the fucking session right away. But Virginia told him to hurry, that she couldn't wait to feel his big cock buried in her steaming snatch, so he climbed onto the bed and got between her long legs.
"We can enjoy the fancy stuff later," Virginia said, reaching for his poking prick. Holding his stiff shaft with a thumb and forefinger, she swiped the blunt end up and down her moist slit, then placed it squarely in the hot embrace of the swollen outer cuntal lips.
Ken began to ease the meat into her, slowly, and Virginia said, "Oh, sweet Jesus," and pulled her hand from between their bodies. She put both arms around his neck when he stopped with his shaft about halfway in to let her adjust to the thickness. She was tight and hot and he was thankful for the action the night before.
Her green eyes glittering, Virginia told him to put his big prick all the way in and fuck the hell out of her. By the time he had buried it balls deep in her moist, clinging pussy, she was squirming, writhing, and gyrating, all in one fluid motion. He withdrew until only the head was encompassed, then plunged in deep again, not having any trouble keeping himself under control.
She locked her ankles behind his hips and went through her wild little dance again. He grinned, lowered his chest down against her big spiked mounds, glued his mouth to hers, and started pumping with fast and powerful strokes. She lashed her tongue with his and hunched like crazy. Seconds later she ripped. her mouth and tongue from his and cried out that she was cumming.
Then she was quivering, both inwardly and outwardly, her eyes squeezed shut, her pretty face contorted with passion, as she went into orgasm. She unlocked her ankles and threw her legs into the air while he rode high, making contact with her clit with his pistoning cock.
Ken wasn't anywhere near cumming. He pushed in and held his rigid rod deep and still while her spasms slowly subsided. When he began fucking her again, slowly, and while braced on his hands and arms, she moved with him for a short time, then stopped and opened her eyes.
"I didn't think you would last so long the first time, Ken."
"Maybe I jacked off just before you got here," he said, grinning. "I didn't have a bed-partner last night, you know."
"An honest young man," Virginia said, smiling. "To be perfectly honest I frigged myself last night when I failed to get Floyd awake. How often do you have intercourse with Carol?"
"Usually twice a night," Ken said, getting a kick out of lying to the green-eyed sexpot. He had again . buried his hard cock deep and left it there. "When I'm really feeling sexy I go a third time."
"What do you do when Carol's having her period?"
Ken didn't know if Virginia believed him, and didn't really care, but he didn't lie when he said, "I flip myself off. What else?"
"Carol doesn't go down on you?"
"I don't want to discuss my wife," Ken said. "I'm not proud of myself for being with you and I just might lose my hard-on if I think too much."
"That would be a shame," Virginia said. "Do you mind if I blow you now? I've had mine for the moment and I really go for fellatio. I always have. In fact, I was sucking cocks a couple of years before I started letting boys fuck me. Do you tongue Carol's twat?"
"You talk too much and ask too many questions," Ken said, withdrawing and flopping over on his back.' "There it is. Suck it all the way off if you want to."
Virginia lifted, got between Ken's legs, and crouched over his glistening tool. She licked her own secretions from the hard shaft, sending Ken's passion soaring, and he made up his mind right then to perform cunnilingus on the sexy redhead. Why not? he thought. Since he was cheating on his wife he might as well go all the way.
Virginia opened her mouth wide and her soft mouth enveloped the entire head of his cock. Her moist lips clung to the shaft behind the crown and her tongue lapped the swollen glans. He put his hands on her head and she took more of his pulsing cock, her tongue slipping along the underside of his rigid shaft, and he felt the end touching the back of her mouth.
Her hot mouth stuffed with his hard flesh, her green eyes rolled up to meet his, one eye winked, and she began bobbing her head up and down. She licked and sucked simultaneously, expertly giving him great pleasure and he removed his hands from her head to let her know that he wasn't in any hurry to climax.
She continued to suck and lick, her mouth making wet slurping sounds now, one hand squeezing and jerking at the base of his thick shaft. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thrilling sensations, amazed at the way he was lasting. He opened his eyes after a couple of minutes and started to tell her to shift around so that he could get at her, but she stopped sucking and said that she would take a ride while resting her jaws.
"I'm surprised that you can last so long, Ken. Most of the younger fellows I'm lucky enough to get are fast as hell on the trigger."
Virginia had been positioning herself over him, balanced on one hand and arm while using her other hand to guide his thrusting cock into her pussy. She lowered, her cunt engulfing and clamping around his throbbing prick, and began joy-riding up and down on the length of his shaft, gasping and moaning, her blazing eyes meeting his.
He put his hands on her swaying and jiggling breasts and squeezed the springy mounds while running a thumb back and forth across each stiffened nipple. She told him that she still wanted to finish him off with her mouth, speaking between little gasps, and he told her to go ahead and enjoy another climax.
While she was bouncing through an orgasm, however, he had to concentrate desperately to keep from shooting off. He managed to last out the storm and she seemed to sense the imminent explosion, because she lifted quickly and took his wet cockhead into her mouth.
She only sucked the knob, while milking his throbbing organ with clenched fingers, and he groaned as his cock jerked spasmodically and spurted thick j ism into her greedily sucking mouth. She gulped and swallowed just as greedily, taking all he had to offer, keeping right on sucking after his cock was drained and deflated.
"I'll have another load soon," Ken said, pushing against the redhead's forehead with the fingers of one hand.
Virgina let Ken's limp prick slip from between her wet lips. She smiled. "I'll admit that I'm a greedy bitch where any kind of sex is concerned, honey. I also like variety. I've always been promiscuous, I mean, and I'm very lucky to have such an understanding husband. You don't have to worry even if Floyd happens to find out. We gave each other the freedom to have outside sex long ago and we're both happy with the arrangement."
While speaking, Virginia had stretched out beside Ken. "I'm worried about my wife finding out," he said. "We haven't given each other that kind of freedom and I hate the thought of her even thinking about being with another man."
"Do you think that's being fair? You're apparently enjoying yourself with me, so why should you deny Carol the pleasure of trying it with somebody else?"
"I'm not going to argue with you," Ken said, turning on his side and facing Virginia. "It isn't fair to Carol for me to be with you like this, but I'm depending on you to help me keep her from finding out. You don't want to break up my marriage, do you?"
"That's the last thing I want to do," Virginia said. "Carol's a sweet girl and I don't want her to be hurt. I'm curious about your sex life with her, though, and you should understand that. After all, I just went down on you, I like to have my cunt lapped, and I see no reason why you shouldn't level. with me. Do you and Carol engage in any kind of oral sex?"
Ken had been fondling Virginia's big hard-nippled titties. He continued to massage one spiked mound and propped on an elbow, cupping his jaw in the palm of his hand. "The answer is no," he said. "Don't ask me to name any specific reason, but we've never even talked about the more intimate forms of sex. Sad, huh?"
"Yes, it is. Floyd and I are completely uninhibited with each other and I wouldn't have it any other way. I could tell that wasn't the first time you've had your cock sucked, Ken. Have you ever performed cunnilingus?"
"A couple of times," Ken said, removing his hand from Virginia's firm breast, then moving until he was straddling her naked body on his hands and knees. "You really have some big knockers. Do you like to have them sucked?"
"I love it enough to suck them myself when there's nobody around to do it for me. One at a time, of course! I've often wished that I was a contortionist so that I could get my mouth and tongue on my own pussy!"
Ken wanted to see the hot-ass female suck on her own titties, but he was even more interested in sucking on them himself right then. He tongued and sucked on each one of the magnificent mounds of taut-tipped flesh until he had her. squirming heatedly.
Virginia finally put her hands on Ken's forehead and applied a little pressure. He willingly trailed his parted lips and darting tongue lower on her writhing lush body, caught up in a driving desire to taste her twat.
He jabbed his tongue into her deep belly button a few times, caressing her rounded hips and his hands, then went lower, walking on his knees and getting between her eagerly parted legs. He skirted right on around the thick reddish bush growing between her white thighs. The delectable fragrance really turned him on, but he wanted to prolong the exciting pleasure and he also wanted to have her really steaming when he probed her succulent snatch with his tongue.
She had parted her legs wider and lifted her knees so that he'. could get at her inner thighs when he skirted around the soft, silky mat. He licked the warm and smooth flesh, slipping his hands under and grabbing her wriggling ass when she put her hands on his head and began tugging his face to her lifting pussy.
He pushed the short curls aside with his tongue and licked the moist split. Her finger-nails dug into his scalp and he heard her soft little moans despite the roaring in his ears. He jabbed his tongue into the hot and clinging cunt-flesh a few times,, then slipped it in and found her stiff and slippery clit. He lapped furiously, the blood pounding in his ears, his cock getting harder and harder and throbbing more and more.
He got his lips around her passion-button and added sucking to his lapping. She suddenly arched upward, clamped her warm thighs tightly against his cheeks, and shuddered all over. He kept right on lapping and sucking and swallowing the juices until she sagged upon the mattress and trapped his clasping fingers. Her fingers left his head and he lifted his face and pulled his hands from under her moist buttocks.
"You're damned good at the art of cunnilingus," Virginia said, smiling. "If you're ready to fuck some more, let's do it dog-fashion,. okay?"
Ken silently settled back on his haunches, his cock thrusting stiffly, while Virginia got on her hands and knees. He stared at the swell of her white buttocks, the long pink, gasping wet gash that was her cunt. He also looked at her tiny puckered anal opening, wondering if she had ever taken it up the ass. She had implied that she and Floyd did everything, hadn't she? Well, he had never corn-holed any-body and he didn't think he even wanted to. Besides, he didn't think he could get his big pecker into such a small opening.
He had been caressing the sleek asscheeks with both hands. He snuggled close and with one smooth motion sank the entire length of his rigid prick deep into the wet, clinging folds of her cunt. He began fucking her and she hunched along with his low and steady strokes. He leaned over her back and squeezed her hanging titties and she told him that she was about to climax again.
Quickening the tempo of his thrusts, Ken moved one hand back and under and used a finger to stimulate her clitoris. She bucked and lurched through an orgasm and when it was over for her, his cock was still hard and buried deep in her quivering cunt. He didn't give her much time to rest before he began pronging her again. He wanted to get his gun and get her out of the house.
After fucking her for all of five minutes he still wasn't very close to climax. She was moving with him, obviously trying to give him as much pleasure as possible, but even though he was enjoying himself he couldn't keep his mind from wandering. Again he was glad that there was no danger of his emotions becoming involved. He liked Virgina as a person, and she was an excellent sex partner, but he couldn't picture himself living with her. He dreaded facing her husband, too. Even if Floyd didn't find out he would be uncomfortable around the man
"I've a suggestion," Virginia finally said. "You're probably getting tired, so why don't you finish off in the other hole? I really like to be sodomized, anyway, and I've taken on a few cocks that big without any trouble. You don't have any objections to corn-holing, do you?"
Ken had stopped pumping and left his throbbing organ buried balls deep in Virginia's clasping cunt. He couldn't think of a good reason why he shouldn't give ass-fucking a try. He was curious -- and it wouldn't be his fault if he hurt her.
Withdrawing his hard, wet cock from her juicy twat, he placed the glistening head against the tiny puckered aperture of her asshole. She leaned over and rested her forehead on the mattress. The movement hiked her buttocks higher and seemingly at a better angle.
She told him to go ahead and he pushed, firmly, and to his astonishment the blood-engorged head slipped past the tight, elastic ring. The hot flesh gripping his swollen glans caused him to gasp. She again told him to go ahead and he slowly shoved his pulsing organ into the hot, tight tunnel. He heard her groan, but he pushed his cock on in until his pubic hairs pressed tightly against the yielding mounds of her ass.
The terrific heat had him gritting his teeth, fighting desperately for control. Virginia didn't move outwardly, apparently sensing how close he was to a climax, but he could feel her inner ass-flesh twitching around his throbbing tool.
He managed to hold back his churning passion, somehow, and he heard Virginia say that the pain had passed. He drew his stiff and slippery shaft out until only the knob remained embedded, then shoved it deep up her clinging asshole again. She groaned, seemingly with pleasure, and made a series of little hunching movements. He grabbed her hips to give himself better leverage and began rhythmically fucking the hot and tight clutching channel of her anus.
"Oh, that feels so damned good, honey! I feel so gloriously stuffed! Slam that big prong to me faster! Dump your load deep in my glowing bunghole!"
Virginia's fingers were clutching at the sheet, the mattress, and she was hunching along with Ken's pistoning prick. He began slamming it to her faster, partly because of her loud words, partly because he had started the mad dash to a spurting climax. He groaned and gripped her hips so tightly his knuckles turned as white as her smooth flesh.
He felt her tense, knew that she was about to have an orgasm without her cunt or clit being touched, and moaned with pleasure as his cock jerked and jolted and flooded her twitching rectum. She kept moving with him, milking out the last few drops of semen with her clutching asshole, and they rested with him draped over her back and shoulders.
"That was great," Virginia finally said. "Super!"
"It was a first for me," Ken said, lifting his upper body, then pulling his limber cock from the clinging hole. "Are you all right? It seemed to me that you would be hurting, I mean, and I'm sorry if I got too rough."
"I'm okay," Virginia said. "The pleasure was worth the pain and the slight discomfort now."
Ken swung from the bed and hurried to the bathroom, leaving the redhead on her hands and knees. While he was showering in the stall, using a lot of soap, he heard Virginia-drawing water in the tub. By the time he stepped out and grabbed a towel, she was in the tub, a. bright smile on her face.
Her eyes went to his limp penis. "Have you ever fucked under water," Ken? Don't worry! I'm not asking for any more sex right now! I just thought we could try it in the bathtub some other time. It's great fun, really, and Floyd and I do it quite often. The secret is to make the coupling before the immersion."
Ken finished drying himself. He knew that he could get another hard-on, and he was tempted, but he wanted to get Floyd's wife out of the house. He didn't want to push his luck. He didn't know how to handle the situation to keep from making Virginia angry. He should have called her bluff, he thought. It was doubtful that she would have really lied to Carol. He had just used that as an excuse to have his fun with the hot-ass woman and now she wouldn't have to lie
"We're going to have to make this the first and the last time, Virginia. I enjoyed myself, as you know, and I appreciate everything, but it's best that we call a halt right now."
"I'm sorry you feel that way about it," Virginia said, running the palms of her hands over her big wet breasts. "Thanks for the delightful session and just keep in mind that I'll be available whenever you're in the mood."
Ken hurried from the bathroom to the bedroom, quickly dressed and went to the kitchen. He was drinking a second beer when Virginia came in, dressed, and with the usual smile on her pretty features.
She didn't say anything until she had her hand on the doorknob and she didn't turn around. "I will give you a little advice Ken. Be as uninhibited with Carol as you were with me and I'm sure that you will make her very happy."
Ken didn't say anything and Virginia went on out. He stared at the closed door for a moment, finished his beer, then hurried to the living room to call his lovely young wife.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol's mother answered the phone and when Ken heard her pleasant voice he asked for Carol, then remembered to ask about Carol's father. He liked his in-laws, but he had never been able to call them Mom and Dad, as Carol had suggested that he do. He had been raised in an orphanage, and Carol's parents treated him just fine, but he just couldn't look upon-them as anything other than in-laws.
He could imagine when looking at his mother-in-law how Carol would be when she was in her early forties. Still beautiful, still full of life -- and despite himself he wondered if the lovely woman had ever cheated on her husband. He doubted it. How about Carol's father? He was always coming out with sex jokes, but that didn't mean anything.
"I would like to talk to Carol," Ken said again, after his mother-in-law had assured him that her husband was going to be all right.
"Carol isn't here right now, Ken. She went swimming with a group of young people and I don't know just when she will be back. Is there anything wrong?"
"No," Ken said. "I just wanted to see how Carol's father was getting along. I'll see you."
He replaced the receiver and stared at the phone for a few seconds. He shouldn't have been so hasty about hanging up, he thought. But the information about Carol going swimming had upset him. He felt a combination of jealousy and anger. By damn, maybe Carol was getting pronged by some young punk out by the lake right then!
Realizing that he wasn't being fair, Ken stretched out on the couch. He again thought about going after his wife, but decided that he would wait and let her call. She would probably be on the phone later and it wouldn't be right to go directly to his wife from another woman.
The sex and the beer had made him drowsy. He closed his eyes and the next think he knew the doorbell was ringing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock on the wall, and saw that he had been sleeping for a couple of hours. The doorbell kept ringing and he got to his feet and went to the door.
It was June. "Hi! Did I wake you up?"
"As a matter of fact, you did, June. What do you want?"
"That isn't a very nice thing to ask a friendly neighbor," June said, the smile leaving her face, some of the warmth going out of her dark eyes. Then she let out a little laugh and walked in past Ken. "I just thought we could keep each other company for an hour or so. My husband isn't home, neither is your wife, so it seems to be a perfect time for you and I to get together. You know damned well that I've had the hots for you, Ken. You aren't going to give me the brush, are you?"
June had walked over and parked her trim fanny down in an easy chair. Ken closed the door and sat down on the couch. June was wearing a black mini-skirt and a white blouse. Her legs were bare and high heels were on her small feet. He remembered the times he had daydreamed" about having sex with the attractive, sexy-looking, dark-haired woman and wondered why he wasn't more excited. It wasn't because he didn't think he was capable of satisfying the small woman's desires after taking care of her larger friend so recently. Maybe the females were becoming available too fast and too easy, he thought. There, certainly wasn't the thrill of the chase usually associated with making it with a new female.
"What are you thinking about, Ken? You seem lost in .thought and are just staring and you're making me nervous."
"Maybe I want to make you nervous," Ken said. "By coming here you're putting me in one hell of a spot, you know, so why should I try to make you feel comfortable about the whole deal ?"
"Maybe you always wake up grouchy," June said. "George is inclined to do so. If you're worried about my husband, forget it. Even if he found out he wouldn't care. He wants me to be happy in all ways and he knows that sex is one of the most important things in my life."
"I'm not what I guess you would call an understanding husband," Ken said. "I'm not about to give Carol the freedom to have outside sex. Not that I think she would go for it, of course. Despite the fact that you're a very attractive woman, and I have the feeling that you really know how to make a man happy in a sexual way, I'm afraid that I'll have to pass up the opportunity."
June laughed. "As you did with Virginia! I talked to her on the phone and she said it didn't take much of a threat to make you come across, Ken. I was hoping that you wouldn't force me to use the same method to get what I want. She said that you have ten, maybe eleven, inches of hard, long-lasting cock. She said that after Floyd's seven inches it seemed even bigger than that. George only has a little over six inches, but he really knows how to use what he does have. Hey, I'm rambling on and on, aren't I! Which proves that I am nervous, I suppose, but that's because Carol is my friend and I don't want her to be hurt any more than you do."
"You're some friend," Ken said. "Do you go around doing the same thing to all your friends?"
"Just those with a willing husband," June said standing. "Virginia said that you were very willing once you got started and -- well, what's the harm if we share some pleasure? Life is short and we only go around once, you know, as the beer commercial says, so why not live with gusto and stop worrying?"
June had removed her blouse and tossed it aside. She reached around, unhooked the bra, and slipped it off. Her breasts were small, high on her chest, and obviously firm. Smiling, she cupped her titties, ran her pink tongue around her red lips, and kicked out of her heels.
"I hope you aren't too much of a breast-man, Ken. Virginia has such big titties, I mean, and I know that Carol's are bigger than mine. Virginia told me that you don't engage in oral sex with your sweet young wife. That's a shame, really, as cunnilingus and fellatio are just as natural as fucking. Would you like to take the rest of my clothes off?"
"There's something screwy going on," Ken said. "I can't understand why you two hot-ass wives are suddenly after me so hot and heavy after your husbands were so interested in fixing me up with a female. I hope this isn't a conspiracy or some damn thing between you and Virginia and my so-called friends to get Carol involved. If so, I'm just jealous and mean enough to crack some heads."
June had started toward Ken, then stopped about halfway, her hands at her sides, the smile gone from her pretty face. "This is the first time Virginia and I have had a chance at you, Ken. This is the first time Carol has left you home alone, isn't it? Don't blame our husbands for what we do. I know damn well that they would like to make it with your beautiful young wife, as what man wouldn't but she would tell you that they have never made a play for her. Don't you appreciate the fact that your wife is admired?"
"Yes, I do, June, but I don't like what your words imply. Have you and George talked about how he would like to make it with Carol?"
"You misunderstood," June said, averting her eyes. "I just assume that he has fantasies where Carol is concerned. He's a horny so-and so, as you must know, and haven't you often wondered how it would be to sex it up with me?"
"I can't deny that," Ken said, not sure that he believed her statement about him misunderstanding. "If I go along with what I admit that I also want, will you make it a one-time session and promise not to tell Carol?"
"Honey, I would promise just about anything right at this moment!"
Ken wasn't really satisfied with the answer, but he didn't say anything -- mainly because June moved forward, dropped to her knees on the carpet, and tugged his zipper down. His cock hadn't lifted into a complete erection, but by the time the eager woman's hand had reached in and pulled it out it was thrusting stiffly.
"It's only nine inches," he said, watching as June used both hands to gently caress the hard flesh, muscle, and gristle. "Virginia misjudged the size, I mean, and you had better remember that I shot off two loads with her."
"She told me," June said, her gleaming black eyes on his poking cock and her stroking fingers. "At your age you should be able to go two more times without too much trouble, though. Is it all right if I take a taste before we get naked?"
"I don't see why you're bothering to ask permission now," Ken said. "Not after using a form of blackmail to get this far."
June frowned and her black eyes met Ken's. For a moment he thought he had talked himself right out of a blow-job and all the other exciting sexual pleasures he was really looking forward to sharing with George's wanton wife.
But she smiled and said, "You would feel like kicking your own ass if you made me angry enough to walk, out of here, Ken, so why the hell don't you stop the token protests?"
June had been squeezing the base of Ken's turgid tool with the fingers of one hand. She slipped her other hand inside his clothes and fondled his heavy testicles as she leaned forward and kissed clown one side of his pulsing prick and up the other. Her wet tongue then lapped over the enlarged crown and she smiled up at him, her dark eyes glowing, just before she opened her mouth and engulfed the swollen glans.
She started bobbing her head, her educated tongue laving the bulging head of his prick as she greedily sucked his meat. June was really talented at the art of fellatio, he thought, knowing that if he hadn't been with Virginia earlier he would already be well on the way toward an explosion. As it was, he was able to thoroughly enjoy the lavish oral worship without worrying about ejaculating before she finished getting her kicks from the actual sucking.
Before she finally stopped to rest and to tell him that she was getting close to a climax, though, he was no longer so confident. He told her that in just a couple of minutes he would have given her what she wanted, and she told him that she wasn't in a great hurry for her spurting reward.
"I doubt that you will want to give me more than two loads, Ken, and I like to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Do you like?"
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June had gotten to her feet, dropped her short skirt, and peeled out of her brief white panties. Ken did like what he saw. Her rather small and shapely compact lower body blended perfectly with her perky breasts. The coal black pubic hairs were parted right down the middle, revealing her moist cuntal lips, and her fingers were caressing her rounded thighs.
Ken held out his arms and June stepped into the circle. He grasped asmooth ass-cheek with each hand and breathed deeply as the heady aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and planted a deep, sucking, tongue-probing kiss into the gaping mouth of her quivering cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped, her fingers clutching at his head. He tugged her closer, burrowing his face deeper in her hot, wet cunt-flesh, going to her elongated clit with his tongue and with his lips. "Oh!" she gasped again as she shuddered through an orgasm.
Ken kept lapping and sucking until June stopped spasming and he was having to hold her with his clasping fingers to keep her from falling. She recovered quickly and dropped down to take off his shoes and socks, saying that she wanted to get him naked, then sit on his lap.
The idea appealed to Ken and he removed his sport shirt and unfastened his belt just in time for her to tug his slacks off. He didn't wear an undershirt during the summer months. He pushed his shorts down around his knees and she pulled them on off, her eyes on his thrusting and throbbing cock.
She got to her feet, turned, backed up, grabbed his rigid rod with one hand, and guided and lowered, engulfing the entire length of his big hard cock with her hot, tight, clinging cunt. Ken didn't try to suppress the little moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. June began bouncing up and down, at the same time making little circular movements with her hips and ass, and all he had to do was be there.
Soon she began grinding furiously on the downstrokes and he caressed her sleek sides and hips with his fingers, knowing that she was just about to spasm, sure that he could last through her release. He wanted to wait and let her finish him off with her mouth. Then, after a short rest, he wanted them to do a sixty-nine while working on his second and last ejaculation. He knew that he would be able to last and last and he wanted to fuck her from all directions before finally giving her a load of jism in her hot and tight pussy
"Oh, awwwwwwwwwwww -- "
Shortly after the long, drawn-out moan or groan, June collapsed and sagged backward on Ken, his cock still rock-hard and buried deep in her trembling, twitching twat.
"God, but that was great," June said shortly after her breathing had almost returned to normal.
"I thought it was pretty good myself," Ken said, making a little thrust upward. "I'm ready for the spurting finish if you are."
June understood. She lifted and Ken watched as her clinging, juicy cunt left his glistening shaft. She got down between his legs, but she didn't go directly to his wet cock. She went lower and licked his balls and even sucked one nut into her mouth. He liked the sensation, but he was glad when she pushed his balls out of her sucking mouth with her tongue and licked up along the underside of his poking organ. It made him a little nervous just thinking about having his nut in a greedy mouth.
She began sucking his dick, bobbing her head, giving him a damned good blow-job, and he didn't try to hold back. Soon, feeling the semen starting the churning rush through his throbbing cock, he groaned and surged upward. She took the first few jets deep in her throat, gulping it right down, then she grasped him by the hips and lifted, her lips pulling out around his jerking shaft, until she had only the taut-skinned head of his gushing cock in her greedy mouth.
Ken shuddered with rapture as his balls were emptied of their churning load, his prick expanding and contracting rhythmically as the wanton wife took all the hot cream he had to give her, whimpering with joy and swallowing again and again. Even when the spurting stopped, she kept sucking, holding his rapidly deflating penis in her mouth and draining the last few sluggish drops.
When she did allow his soft tool to slip from between her puffy lips, she glanced up at his face, her dark eyes glazed with passion, and said, "I don't understand how Carol can keep from doing that to your truly delightful prick."
Ken closed his eyes. He didn't want to talk about his wife. He still thought that June and Virginia had teamed up on him, possibly with George and Floyd knowing all about it, and he sure as hell wasn't about to share Carol with anybody. Not with his knowledge, anyway, as there was the possibility that she was making it with some bastard. She trusted him and look what he had done -- was doing. There were plenty of secluded areas around the lake and she could be sexing it. up with some jerk right then --
"Do you have any beer, Ken? I think we could both use one about now."
Opening his eyes, Ken watched as June got to her feet, pushing herself up by placing her hands on his knees. He told her that there was plenty of beer and he watched her jiggling ass when she scampered from the room. It entered his mind that Carol might even be in on what could be a conspiracy. He had heard and read about swappers and it wouldn't surprise him at all to find that June and George switched around with Virginia and Floyd.
When June returned with two cold cans of beer, Ken accepted one, sipped, and wondered if he should put the questions in his mind into words. June sat down beside him, not touching and Ken decided to let things ride. He couldn't really depend on June to be honest with him, anyway, and he had to be honest with himself and admit that he didn't want to start anything that might drive the lovely female away before he was ready for her to go. Because he did want some more action and his cock was already responding to his thoughts and to the knowledge that the sexy female was naked and available.
"George told me about watching the movies the other night, Ken. We didn't even make it to the bedroom when he got home he was so horny."
They had been sipping beer in silence for a few minutes. Ken glanced at June and grinned. "The sex scenes turned me on, too, but I managed to wait until Carol and I went to bed. Have you seen the films?"
"Yes. Similar ones, at least. I like them. The performers are so unrestrained and uninhibited. Just as everybody should be, really, and that's especially true in marriage. George and I have always been that way with each. other. With one exception, I had better add. Virginia and I talked on the phone for quite a while, as you may have guessed, and there is one thing I don't want you to do."
Ken didn't have to be told what June meant. "It was Virginia's idea," he said. "You don't have to worry about me pronging you in the wrong hole."
"It's just that I'm too damned tender back there," June said. She finished her beer, then added, "I've tried it a few times, and I'll admit that the sensation was really quite marvelous, but I'm afraid that your big pleasure-prong would ruin me for ever more. Virginia said that some people are just tougher back there than others. Which is the truth, of course, as she obviously suffers no painful aftereffects."
Ken finished his beer, took June's can, and put both empties on the end table. "It was a first for me with the sexy redhead and I could go from now on without giving it another try. Just the idea almost turns me off and so does the idea of swapping. Actually, the idea of swapping turns me completely off."
"What made you bring up the subject of swapping?"
Ken didn't look at June. The words had just popped out, but he decided that he might as well go ahead and make his feelings known.
"I understand that there's a great deal of that sort of thing going on these days," he said. "It isn't any of my business if married couples want to live that way, but I could never do it -- and if Carol even suggested that we give it a try I would probably leave her."
After a short silence, June said, "I don't think you have to worry about your wife, Ken. I have the feeling that Carol feels the same way, I mean, and now I think we had better stop talking before we talk ourselves right out of some wonderful pleasure."
June moved close, pressing her warm and firm body against Ken's, one hand going to his cock. That organ was already about half-hard and it lengthened into a stiff erection under her caressing fingers. He turned his head, looked down into her glowing eyes, at her moistly parted lips, and realized that they hadn't kissed each other on the mouth.
He lowered his own parted lips and immediately changed that fact. Her lips were soft and smooth and her hot tongue darted into his mouth. He met the slippery oral instrument with his own and also grabbed one of her breasts. The nipple was stiff on the small round mound. He broke the passionate, tongue-lashing kiss, leaned over, and popped the hard nipple and a goodly portion of the surrounding firm flesh into his mouth. He tongued and sucked and she stroked his head with the fingers that weren't clenched around his erect cock.
"Let's get down on the carpet where we will be more comfortable, Ken."
June's words were welcome and made good sense to Ken. It took only seconds for them to slip down off the couch, with June on her back and with Ken suspended over her, feasting upon her perky mounds of taut-tipped flesh.
He ran one hand down over her trembling belly, cupped her hairy crotch, and inserted his middle finger into her hot and juicy cunt. She wriggled her ass against the thick carpet as he finger-fucked her twat, careful not to get rough enough to do harm to the tender folds of wet flesh. Soon he trailed down and replaced his finger with his tongue, feeling her thighs closing warmly over his ears. He slid his tongue as far as he could into her palpitating pussy, then began swabbing the walls of the quivering channel.
Dimly hearing June tell him to twist around so that she could get at his cock, Ken quickly obeyed, kissing and licking her puffy cuntal lips while doing so. When she had his blood-engorged cockhead in her mouth, he pulled his face back just far enough to tell her that he was going to roll them over on their sides. She moved helpfully, not faltering in her sucking, and he returned his mouth and tongue to her twitching twat.
They remained in the sixty-nine position for all of ten minutes, with Ken lapping and sucking June's stiffened clit enough to cause her to shudder through two spasmodic orgasms. But, despite her voracious efforts to make him climax, he had no trouble in keeping from doing so. He was determined to satisfy the dark-haired sexpot without expending his energy more than two times. There was always the possibility that his wife would return unexpectedly and it would be embarrassing to be completely sexually pooped if she did come home.
They finally parted in silent mutual consent and when Ken rolled over on his back, June twisted around and kissed his wet lips briefly and tenderly.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll try again to take the starch out of your big joystick," she said, smiling. "Carol's a lucky girl to have a stud like you for a husband, honey."
"Do you think she would feel lucky if she knew what I'm doing now?"
"She might," June said. "If it meant that you would let yourself go with her as you have with me -- and with Virginia. I suppose there are many wives who don't suck cocks, and wouldn't even give it a try under any circumstances, but I doubt that there are many who wouldn't willingly accept cunnilingus once the backward husband proved how wonderful it feels," June laughed. "That's a plain hint for you to give Carol a break, of course!"
"We're talking again," he said. "Wasting time, I mean, and I have an idea it's going to take a long time to take the starch out of my prick this time."
"I'm sure that I will be equal to the task," June said, scooting down on the carpet, then lifting and taking Ken's cockhead and about two inches of the stiff shaft into her mouth with one swift motion.
But she didn't suck very long before lifting and straddling him and his poking, saliva-coated cock in a squatting position, lowering and engulfing the pulsing hardness with her hot, soft cunt. Facing his head, she rode up and down, springing on her folded legs, her eyes closed tightly, her hands squeezing and massaging her own jutting titties.
Ken didn't have to worry about ejaculating as June bounced through an orgasm, the ecstasy she was experiencing contorting her features, her inner muscles and cuntal lips clutching and pulling at his thrusting tool demandingly; nor did he have to worry about getting his gun a little later when she shuddered through another release while facing away from his head and bouncing and grinding her clasping cunt on his rigid cock. It was at that point when he began doing a little worrying about being able to shoot a load any time in the near future.
June dismounted, stretched out beside Ken, and rested in silence for a few minutes; while he clasped his hands behind his head and gazed at his glistening prick poking toward the ceiling. He wasn't all that tired, but he wanted to get June out of the house and he was sure that she wouldn't agree to leave as long as he had an erection.
Thinking it Might help, and also because he had a desire to do so, Ken began kissing and tonguing June's shapely compact body again. He started at her breasts, taking time out to suck each erect nipple, then went lower, wishing that it was his blonde wife's lovely body he was kissing and licking.
He playfully nipped and tugged at. the curly black hairs with his lips and teeth before lifting up over the gaping pleasure gash and going to the warm inner thighs. June surprised him by using her own hands and arms and folding her legs back until her thighs were touching her titties. Staring at the glistening cuntal lips that were parted like the petals of some exotic flower, then at the tiny puckered asshole, Ken thought of the word that described the act that he knew June wanted him to perform.
Analingus. It had never entered his mind that he would ever give it a try, and the idea had even turned him off while reading the definition he could still remember word for word: To lick the anal region, sometimes for one's own pleasure, sometimes in order to create sexual excitement in the partner.
Ken had been caressing June's sleek ass cheeks with his hands. Well, he still didn't think he would get any pleasure out of performing that intimate oral act, he thought -- and he wasn't interested in creating any more sexual excitement in his present partner. Not that he would be doing much more than he had already done, he suddenly thought. While they had been embraced in the sixty-nine position, his nose had been buried in the crack of her ass.
"I only have one rule where sex is concerned, Ken. I never do anything I really don't want to do."
Hearing June's words, along with the fact that she lowered her legs, kept Ken from experimenting. He knew that she had spoken for his benefit, to let him know that she could understand his reason for hesitating, and he appreciated her concern. He could at least save that first experience to share with Carol, he thought, mashing his mouth against June's hot, juicy snatch.
After lapping and sucking 'June to and through another series of shuddering spasms, and enjoying himself very much while so doing, Ken fucked her again. On top, her legs wrapped around his waist, he pounded away for at least ten minutes, actually concentrating on trying to shoot his wad.
He knew that June had made it at least two more times when she told him that she hated to admit it but that she was getting too tired to continue. He had his face beside hers, his fingers gripping her hips. As she spoke, and stopped her counter-thrusts, he lifted his chest from her spiked breasts and stopped pumping.
"Let me try going down on you again," she said. "If that doesn't work, I'll do to you what you didn't do to me."
"I thought you never did anything you didn't want to do."
June laughed. "We could go on talking in circles and using euphemisms, but it wouldn't be doing anything about getting your cock to explode. Take it out and I'll give you another blow-job and if, you don't make it I'll tongue your asshole because I want to."
The blunt words excited Ken just about as much as the idea that there was going to be another sexual first for him. Because, as he withdrew his hard organ from June's clinging pussy, he decided that he wouldn't ejaculate until the uninhibited woman tongued his ass-hole even if he had to reverse his concentration and hold back.
June only sucked Ken's cock for a few seconds, seemingly just as eager to tongue his hole as he was to have her tongue it. When she went down and began licking his balls, he didn't have to be told to lift and fold his legs back so that she could get at her goal.
Her fingers caressing his buttocks, she pressed her lips against his anus. The sensation was delightful and he gasped as he felt the tip of her tongue jabbing and trying to penetrate. He gasped again as an electric-like thrill radiated from his tingling anal opening to every part of his body.
She kept jabbing her hot tongue and he soon felt the stiffened oral instrument penetrating at least an inch into his twitching asshole. She tongue-fucked him like that until he was sure that he could shoot off just as soon as she engulfed his throbbing cock with either her mouth or her cunt.
June seemed to sense Ken's rapidly approaching climax. She suddenly stopped the very intimate act, moved quickly, and clamped her mouth over and around Ken's swollen cock-head. Sucking furiously and pumping her fist up and down on the stiff shaft, June shoved a finger into Ken's saliva-slippery asshole.
That triggered his explosion and his big cock jerked erratically and sprayed June's ton-tonsils with jism. She gulped the hot, thick cream down just as fast as it spurted and kept on sucking until she had drained and swallowed the very last drop.
"I've had it," Ken said. "Maybe too damned much."
June let his limber organ slip from her mouth. "I've had a wonderful time, Ken, and I want you to know that I'll be ready any time you are from now on."
Ken didn't say anything. He was suddenly glad that he and Carol were only renting the house, because he had the feeling that they would be moving in the very near future.
CHAPTER SIX
Not wanting to talk to June, mostly because he wasn't in the mood to argue, Ken closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep while she got dressed. By the time he heard her go out the front door he was really almost asleep. He forced himself to get up and he went to the bedroom without bothering to gather up his clothes. He threw himself on the bed and was asleep within seconds.
It was almost dark when Ken next opened his eyes. He had turned over on his back in his sleep. He looked down at his limp cock, stretched out over one thigh, and knew that it wouldn't be wise to go after Carol. She would expect him to want sex after being separated even for such a short time, although it did seem like a long time, and four ejaculations in one day with the two sexy women had really drained the strength from him.
He was weary mentally, too, and he didn't even want to think about what the future might not hold for him and for his marriage.
Ken went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then put a robe on and went to the kitchen for a beer. Deciding that he had better eat something, he fried some potatoes and a couple of pork chops. He left the dishes and went to the living room and turned on the television set. He managed to lose himself in the programs, escaping from reality, and he remained flaked out on the couch until after midnight. When he went to bed he didn't have all that much trouble going to sleep after deciding that he would definitely go after his wife the next day.
The next morning, shortly after ten o'clock, Ken was having a second cup of coffee after a breakfast of bacon and eggs when he heard a knock at the back door. Virginia and June were standing on the small back porch, both smiling, both looking fresh and clean in lightweight summer frocks.
"We thought we had better have a talk with you before Carol gets home," Virginia said.
Ken was wearing only a robe. "I was just about to get dressed and go after her," he said. He forced a smile. "Still hoping. that she wouldn't have to know about my activities with you lovely ladies."
"How kind of you to address us in such a nice manner," June said. "Aren't you going to ask us in? It is very important that we get a few things settled before you see Carol.
Ken stepped back and the two women entered. He closed the door and watched as they sat down at the table, both on the same side. He walked over and sat down opposite the two smiling females, mentally preparing himself for whatever they might have to say.
He asked them if they would like some coffee. June said that she would settle for a beer. Virginia said that she would like to have something stronger. He told them that there were a couple of bottles of Scotch and June said that sounded even better, then added that she was in the mood for a party.
Virginia said, "Maybe you had better have a drink, Ken. You might need one when you hear what we have to say."
Ken got a bottle and three glasses and sat back down when he found out that both women also wanted to drink the Scotch straight. He poured himself a small shot, then told June and Virginia to help themselves. They did, filling their water glasses more than half full and he sensed that they were both nervous.
"All right," he said after he had downed his shot and they had sipped from their glasses. "I'm ready to hear what you two have to say, I mean."
"We made a bet," June said.
"With Carol," Virginia said.
"What kind of a bet?" Ken asked, feeling a sudden sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. "What kind of a bet did you sex-nuts make with my wife?"
"The three of us were talking one day," Virginia said. "Right at this table and over coffee. The subject came up about cheating husbands and I said that all husbands would cheat if given the chance and one thing just led to another and --"
Virginia let her words trail off and June said, "Carol bet us one hundred dollars each that you wouldn't cheat on her, Ken. We said that we didn't want to take that much money from her and we finally settled on ten dollars each."
"Isn't it a shame how the darling girl Out all of her trust into something that never was and was never meant to be?" Virginia smiled and reached out and patted Ken's hand. "Don't worry, honey. We won't collect on the bet if you keep on treating us nice. Or is it nicely? Anyway, we don't want to break up your marriage. We just want to make it better for you and for Carol."
"Carol really put me on the spot making a bet like that, Ken said. "She practically gave you two the go-ahead signal by betting with you like that. I feel like hell for letting her down, though. Maybe I could just pay off the bets and keep her out of it."
"We aren't interested in the money," June said, pouring Ken another drink. "Virginia and I have been trying to figure out some way to make it with you ever since you moved into this house. We knew very quickly that Carol probably wouldn't go for what we had in mind, but we did think we might get you to -- "
June stopped talking and looked at Virginia. "Don't blow your stack when you find out the truth," Virginia said. "We tried to get Floyd and George to bring up the subject with you, but they didn't have the guts."
"You mentioned swapping yesterday," June said. "I didn't have the nerve to tell you the truth, Ken."
"The four of us watched some of those sex films together," Virginia said. "The first time we didn't switch around. Floyd stayed with me and George remained with June, I mean. But the second time, and I still can't remember who really started it, George and I had sex and Floyd and June made it together."
"It was just kind of spontaneous," June said. "The four of us, got hot as hell, but I think we all had something like that in mind even before it happened."
"I know I did," Virginia said. "I'll admit it, I mean, and I've never been sorry."
"Nor have I," June said. "Our husbands are very well satisfied with the arrangement, too."
Ken had downed his drink. Virginia poured him another, but he didn't pick up the glass. "As I think I told June yesterday, I wouldn't swap and I wouldn't live with Carol if she wanted to do such a thing."
"Then you think that just because Carol is your wife you own her as you would any other property?" June asked.
"Don't come on with that crap," Ken said. "I don't want to own anybody. I just don't happen to want to share the girl I love and I'm married to with your husbands or with any other man."
"I'm afraid that we're wasting our time talking to you," Virginia said. "I guess you just aren't cut out to be a swinger, Ken." The redhead put her arm around June. "Well, we taught him a few new ways to please his lovely young wife, honey. Carol will appreciate that, I'm sure."
"If he has enough sense to let himself go with her," June said.
Both pairs of eyes were on Ken's face. Virginia's arm had slipped under June's arm and her hand was cupping June's breast.
"Floyd and George stayed at their friend's fishing camp last night," Virginia said. "I imagine that they have females there and if they did we'll hear all the exciting details."
"I stayed with Virginia last night," June said. "We slept together."
"In the nude," Virginia said. "Naked, and in each other's arms."
"We didn't sleep all of the time," June "We did all kinds of wonderful things to and with each other and it wasn't the first time."
"We're bisexual," Virginia said, matter-of-factly. "Some call it plurisexual, but it means simply that we are quite able and willing to engage in heterosexual activities, as you can testify, and our excursions into lesbianism wouldn't even be considered deviated in some quarters."
The two women turned their faces toward each other and put their parted lips close together. Their tongues met, the pink tips touching, darting together, and Ken felt his cock lifting into an erection. Their mouths open, Virginia and June took turns licking each other's glistening lips, Virginia's fingers squeezing June's breast, one of June's hands going to the redhead's big boobies.
They pulled apart without actually kissing and both looked at Ken. He lifted his glass and downed his drink, wondering why the sight had made him so sexy-hot.
"How about Floyd and George? Do they know about your homophilic desires and activities?"
Virginia smiled. "You shouldn't try to pry into the secret lives of married people," she said, teasingly.
"You're sure as hell messing around with my married life," he said, wondering if one or both of the women had made a pass at Carol. He wouldn't even ask any questions along those lines, he thought. It wasn't that he was afraid of what the answer might be, either. If they had made advances toward his wife he would have heard about it from her. And the two women would probably have bruises to show for their insulting behavior.
"Our husbands find it very stimulating to watch," June said. "We can just put on an exhibition when they're temporarily pooped and they're soon ready and able to go again."
"Most men find such scenes very stimulating," Virginia said. "I will put your mind at ease and tell you that Carol doesn't know about any of this."
"We doubt that she has such tendencies," June said. "Besides, we have no wish to convert anybody to our ways of having pleasure."
"That's a crock of shit," Ken said. "You're trying to get me to agree to swap, aren't you?"
"That's different," June said. "I meant that we don't try to get other females to switch over to gay sex."
"We looked upon you as fair game," Virginia said standing. "You have had sex with both of us, so that seems to prove that we didn't make a mistake. It's up to you as to whether or not you want to keep on getting your sex kicks with us. Meaning, of course, that this will be the last time unless you change your mind and convince your wife that she should swap."
June also got to her feet. "Carol loves you enough to do anything you want her to do, Ken. Think it over carefully before you turn us down. Just let it ride for a few days while you're thinking about the great times we could have and -- "
"Get the hell out of here," Ken cut in, not even raising his voice. "I'll never change my mind, but I might lose my temper, so you had better leave before I start kicking some lovely asses."
"We aren't going to make it that easy for you," Virginia said. "We're going to go to the bedroom, strip off our clothes, and give you about sixty seconds in which to follow." The redhead laughed. "Hell, we'll give you all of two minutes to join ,us before we start the action! Come on, June. My tongue's getting stiff just thinking about putting it where Ken has already put his!"
Virginia had taken June's hand. "Don't be angry," the smaller woman told Ken. "To round out your education in the ways of sex I think you owe it to yourself to at least watch, don't you?"
"Bring the bottle and drink while watching the show," Virginia said, smiling. "You. can hold the bottle in one hand while you're holding your hard cock in the other."
"Fuck you," Ken said. "Fuck you both!"
"I hope so," Virginia said. "Along with the other more intimate acts, of course. Right, June?"
"Right," June said, winking at Ken. "Wouldn't you like to make the threesome scene, honey? If you're going to continue with the square monogamy nonsense, this might be the last chance you will ever have."
June and Virginia left without another word. Ken didn't watch them go.. He stared at his empty glass for a few seconds, then took a slug of Scotch directly from the bottle. He didn't debate with himself as to his next move. He knew what he was going to do. He took another drink from the bottle, stood up, and headed for the bedroom, leaving the bottle on the table. He didn't want to deaden his senses with too much liquor. It probably would be the last chance for him to observe a live exhibition of lesbianism -- and he knew himself well enough to know that at some point he would turn it into a threesome.
Ken's hard cock was poking his robe out so far he had the crazy thought that the thrusting organ was leading him. He paused in the bedroom doorway, then entered and sat down on a straight-back chair where he had a perfect view of the bed. Virginia and June had stripped down to their brief panties. They didn't look at him, but Ken knew that they sensed his presence.
The two women were standing beside the bed, facing each other, and each one slowly peeled her panties down and off. Straightening, still not looking at Ken, they stepped forward and clasped each other in a tight embrace. The taller redhead had to bend her head to mash her open mouth against the dark-haired woman's parted lips.
Ken could easily tell that June and Virginia were lashing their tongues together while kissing passionately. Their fingers were clutching at each other's firm ass-cheeks and June was standing on her toes, while Virginia crouched slightly, which caused the coal black bush and the dark reddish bush to press together and mingle.
The naked women didn't kiss and clutch at each other very long, though, before getting on the bed. Virginia got on her back. June straddled the larger woman and began sucking on one of the big breasts. Virginia used her own hands to lift the other big mound, bent her head forward, and sucked on the nipple and part of the surrounding flesh.
When June lifted her mouth and started kissing and tonguing down along Virginia's belly, Virginia stopped sucking on her own tit and used her hands to fondle both spiked mounds. Moving lower on the bed, June went out around Virginia's crotch with her licking tongue and Virginia parted her long legs.
June licked one of Virginia's inner thighs all the way down to one knee, then traced a wet path up along the other inner thigh. June used her fingers to part Virginia's curly pubic hairs and Virginia lifted her ass inches from the mattress. Virginia also let out a little gasp when June's tongue licked up and down her cuntal lips.
Virginia dropped her buttocks back down on the mattress when June burrowed her face and began performing cunnilingus. Ken could only see June's bobbing head, and her fingers clutching at Virginia's squirming ass, but he could easily imagine the lapping tongue and greedily sucking lips working on the elongated clit he had orally enjoyed the day before.
When Virginia tapped June on the head with the fingers of one hand, Ken was sure that the redhead hadn't climaxed. But June lifted her head and moved on her hands and knees until she could press her wet lips to Virginia's open mouth.
Virginia soon broke the feverish kiss and rolled June over on her back. She feasted upon the smaller female's poking titties while running her hands all over the squirming, compact body. She even inserted a finger into June's cunt while moving lower and lapping the flat of her tongue around over June's belly.
The redhead moved lower on the bed and pulled her frigging finger from June's pussy. She then got down between June's widely parted legs and poked one of her big titties against the dark hairy crotch. She used both hands to rub the mound of hard-tipped flesh up and down June's pussy lips. Ken figured that the stiff nipple was making contact with the smaller woman's equally stiffened passion-button.
June began wriggling her ass and hunching, but Virginia pulled her tit out and popped the wet spiked tip into her own sucking mouth. After sucking and licking June's secretions from her own breast, Virginia went down and licked June's cuntal lips a few times, then got on her back beside June.
Lifting, June got on top of Virginia and pressed her twat down against the redhead's cunt. They began squirming, grinding, going through all the motions of man-woman fucking. June gripped Virginia's racing hips with her fingers and Virginia's fingers grasped and squeezed June's writhing ass.
But again they soon stopped and Ken was sure that neither one of them had actually had an orgasm. Their cunts were undoubtedly very juicy from their heated activities, but it was obvious that they hadn't yet experienced the final melting moments of ecstasy.
June lifted, twisted around, and buried her face in Virginia's crotch. Virginia grabbed June's buttocks and pulled the smaller female's crotch to her face. They rolled over on their sides, thighs clamped against. each other's heads, their fingers clutching each other's hunching asses, and Ken knew that they had stopped stalling. He figured that both hot-ass bisexual wives had even temporarily forgotten all about him and his stiff cock while losing themselves in lesbian lust.
Watching the two shapely females going at each other like crazy, Ken had scooted his ass out to the very edge of the chair seat. His robe had parted down the front and his big hard cock was jutting straight out. It was as if he hadn't emptied his balls four times the day before. That fact did enable him to keep from giving way to the urge to jump up and hurl himself upon the lovely women locked in what he knew was called the classic lesbian embrace.
Not a word had been spoken. There had only been soft little gasps and moans, the slap-slap of flesh against flesh, and the slurping sounds of lapping tongues and sucking mouths. Neither June nor Virginia had even looked his way while making their various shifting movements. While he watched them both tense, then shudder through orgasms, he wished that he had the willpower to order them out of the house. He didn't know just how he was going to get out of the entire messy situation, but he did know that he would be up the well-known creek if Carol happened to come home and the naked females were with him.
Seeing June and Virginia pulling their heads from between each other's legs, Ken settled back in the chair, but he didn't try to cover his throbbing erection. He figured that the two women needed some time to recover, and he was determined not to join them without being invited.
June soon lifted and twisted back around. She and Virginia kissed briefly, then both sat up and leaned their backs against the bed's headboard. They both looked toward Ken at the same time and they both smiled brightly.
"I can see that you enjoyed the exhibition," Virginia said, running her thumbs over her nipples.
"I had a hard-on before I came in here," Ken said. "But, yes, I'll admit that I found your show very exciting and stimulating."
"You aren't disgusted?" June asked.
"No. Why should I be? I don't understand it, but it isn't any of my business and if I felt any disgust I doubt that I would be sitting here with an erection."
"Most men wouldn't be able to sit there like that under these circumstances," Virginia said. "Not now, and not while we were putting on our little show."
"I don't claim to be like most men," Ken said. "Or like what you seem to think most husbands are like, rather. I'm still upset about cheating on my wife, I mean, but I would leave her if she agreed to have sex with Floyd and George."
"You're a very selfish man," June said. "What if George and Floyd felt the same way about you having sex with us?"
"That's their problem," Ken said. "If they're stupid enough to let their wives sex it up with another man just on the chance that they might get a crack at that man's wife, then I can only feel sorry for them -- along with a degree of disgust. Yes, I am selfish where my wife is concerned and if you don't like it you're free to haul your lovely asses out of here right now."
Virginia laughed. "If we did, what would you do, honey? Beat your meat?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Ken said. "It wouldn't be the first time I let a hard-on go down without doing anything about it, either."
"Well, we don't want that hard-on wasted," June said. "Bring the big thing over here and see just how much fun a threesome can be."
"And remember that if you don't go along with our wishes it will be the last time you have the chance," Virginia said.
Ken got to his feet and slipped out of the robe. "I think I have enough willpower to wait for my wife," he said, not sure that he was telling the truth. "So, as I think you sex-nuts want me just about as much as I want you, I'm going to make one condition. Promise that you won't tell Carol about any of this or I'm going to get dressed and go after her right now."
"You can't do that," June said.
"June means that at the moment we're willing to promise just about anything," Virginia said. "So, now that you have won, will you please shut up and bring your big, hard cock over here !"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ken wasn't really satisfied with the answer, as it didn't sound like a sincere promise, but he knew that he couldn't really trust the swapping, bisexual wives no matter what they said. His big cock thrusting stiffly, both women staring greedily at the slightly swaying organ, he walked around to the foot of the bed.
June and Virginia scooted down until they were on their backs, their legs, parted invitingly, and Ken chuckled and said that he didn't want to make any enemy by having to make a choice.
"That's no problem," Virginia said. "Just crawl up here between us and leave everything to us."
"We aren't jealous," June said. "That's another nice thing about swapping. It teaches one to get pleasure out of sharing. I enjoy watching George having sex with Virginia because I love him and want him to have all the pleasure possible."
"Let's stop coming on with the hard sell," Virginia told June. "Let's just show Ken what he will be giving up since he has decided not to become a swapper."
The women had moved just enough for Ken to squeeze in between their warm naked bodies and get on his back. They turned on their sides and began running their hands over his chest and stomach. Each one began tonguing a nipple and both nubs jumped to attention. When they started sucking the stiffly extended tips and the surrounding area he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the delightful sensations.
His nipples were very sensitive when stimulated in such a manner, but he had never been able to get Carol to do it for any length of time. She seemed embarrassed when doing anything other than man-on-top fucking, actually -- and he had failed her just as, much as she had failed him, Ken suddenly thought. He should have told her what he wanted, and also asked questions and found out what she wanted --
Ken's thought drifted away from his wife at that point. June had trailed down and was licking up and down on his poking cock. Virginia rubbed her fingers across the tingling nipple June had just left, and pressed her mouth to his lips. He accepted the redhead's slippery tongue and met it with his own. While he was kissing and lashing tongues with Virginia, June took his blood-engorged cockhead into her hot mouth.
Having his cock sucked by one female while passionately kissing another one really turned Ken on. Virginia broke the tongue-lashing kiss and licked her way down along his almost hair-less upper body. June had started sucking up and down on more than half of his rigid shaft, but she removed her greedy mouth and began licking his balls when Virginia began licking the base of his thick cock.
Ken had opened his eyes by then. He watched and enjoyed himself tremendously as June and Virginia paid oral homage to his jutting cock and heavy balls. They soon had his entire genital area soaked with saliva. Even his sandy pubic hairs were plastered and matted together. He moved his legs and ass helpfully as the two women gave his lower body a tongue-bath. They went all the way down to his knees and back to his crotch again and again, stopping to dart their tongues together now and then, often both kissing and licking up along his thrusting tool at the same time.
Finally, when Virginia took his swollen cock-head into her mouth, June looked up and met Ken's eyes. "It's more fun with two females, isn't it?"
"It might be if you both didn't just hang around down there together all the time."
June moved higher on the bed and straddled Ken, a knee on each side of his chest, and tugged a pillow until it was under his head. He used his thumbs to part the dark hairs back from the glistening gash. He licked up through the slippery slit and she hunched closer. Slipping his hands to her rounded hips, he began probing her twitching twat with his tongue.
At about the same time he began lapping June's stiffened clitoris, Virginia stopped sucking his cock. But the readhead soon lowered her cunt and impaled herself on his thrusting prick. He enjoyed himself to the utmost. He was in no danger of ejaculating and he tried to time it so that two writhing females would have an orgasm at the same time.
When he heard June start making little whimpering sounds, and felt Virginia grinding and pumping on his rigid tool faster, he began sucking June's elongated passion-button. The two women did spasm at about the same time and they collapsed simultaneously.
Ken decided shortly afterward that it was a good thing that he was fresh as well as comparatively strong. Because seconds after their orgasms, June and Virgina exchanged places. He enjoyed the way June's cunt rode up and down on his poking pole; and he got as much pleasure out of tonguing Virginia's juicy snatch as he had June's slightly tighter twat. The fact that he had so recently had his hard cock in the soft, wet cunt-flesh didn't bother him. He couldn't detect a different taste and it wasn't as if Floyd or George had fucked either one of the hot-ass wives all that recently.
Again June and Virginia climaxed at about the same time, and he sucked the redhead's slightly longer clit until she stopped squirming. Both women flaked out beside him, one on each side, and his wet cock was still thrusting proudly. Right at the last he could have shot his wad, but he had felt that it would be better to delay his own climax as long as possible. He wanted to do his best to satisfy the passionate females, but he also wanted to conserve as much of his strength as he possibly could.
"That was great," June said after she had caught her breath. "I guess this is the first time you have ever been with two women at the same time, Ken."
"It is," Ken said, figuring that June had spoken mostly to have something to say. "And, as we agreed before, it will also be the last time."
"You're a very stubborn stud," Virginia said. "If we weren't such basically kindhearted gals we would fix your ass with your lovely wife just out of spite."
"But we are going to take the turndown like good sports, aren't we, Virginia?"
"Sure, honey. We're going to keep on showing the stubborn, heavy-hung stud a good time for a while and then go home and forget all about him and his big cock. No corn-holing today, though, Ken. About once or twice a week is enough for a big joystick like that to go in the back door."
Virginia and June had turned over on their sides again, their warm and smooth bodies pressed tightly against Ken, their fingers lightly caressing his chest and erect nipples. His arms were close to his sides, but he managed to turn his hands enough to pluck at each thick and silky-soft bush with his fingers.
They tongued and sucked on his nipples, causing the thrilling little electric-like shock waves to ripple down to his cock and balls again. He finally told them that if they didn't want his jism to spurt out into the air, they had better catch it with a mouth or a cunt. He wasn't really all that close to shooting off, but he was eager to start the joyful dash.
Virginia said that she would go down on June while being pronged by Ken from the rear. While the three of them were getting into that position, the redhead again cautioned Ken not to plug her bunghole. Staring at Virginia's uplifted buttocks, Ken was kind of glad that she didn't want to be sodomized. The dark tunnel was too hot and tight in his opinion, and he would much rather fuck a pussy with a different type of heat and clinging tightness.
He waited until Virginia had started performing cunnilingus upon June, then guided his hard cockhead between Virginia's gaping cuntal lips. He put his hands on her hips and shoved his turgid prick on into the hot and tight and juicy cunt, balls deep, and left .it buried until she began hunching.
He began thrusting, trying to time his strokes in harmony with Virginia's bobbing head as well as matching. the tempo of her counter-movements. just to be safe, as he also wanted to give June another good pronging before dumping his first load of the day, he concentrated upon holding back. He didn't think he would get one of his real long-lasting erections, as he had with both women before, until he later started on a second climax -- and he was fairly certain that the two neighbor wives wouldn't be satisfied to leave after he had had only one ejaculation.
Ken got a big bang out of looking at June's passion-contorted features while humping Virginia. Being with two women at the same time was a special thrill and he knew that he would never forget the exciting experience. He still felt that he would be satisfied with his wife if everything worked out, though, and he wouldn't regret living the life of monogamy the swappers scorned.
June suddenly cried out that she was Cumming and began bucking and lurching wildly. She had already been clutching at Virginia's head while moving along with the redhead's lavish worship. Now Ken could see her fingernails digging into Virginia's bobbing scalp and he knew that Virginia was lapping and sucking greedily. He also knew that Virginia was climaxing. He pushed deep into the clasping, spasming cunt and held there, gritting his teeth to keep from blending his own passion with the releasing juices as Virginia bucked and lurched back against him and his throbbing cock.
When June sagged limply and removed her clutching fingers from Virginia's hair, Virginia stopped hunching her ass, lifted her face, and rested a cheek on one of June's rounded thighs. Under control, Ken left his hard cock deeply embedded and waited to find out what the wanton wives wanted to do next.
"You didn't make it, did you, Ken?" June asked a few seconds later.
"No, he didn't," Virginia said, lifting her head. "His big cock is still hard and ready for your sweet pussy, honey. I think I'll let you have his load and then we'll show him how we keep from wasting a drop of the tasty cream."
"Wonderful," June said. "Do you realize, Ken, that you still haven't fucked me all the way to a spurting finish?"
"He only fucked me all the way to his ejaculation in my asshole." Virginia said. "Oh, well, maybe I'll get the next load in my twat."
Ken had withdrawn and settled back on his haunches. He had an idea as to how the lustful women meant to keep from wasting any of his semen, and it was somewhat distasteful to him, but he had reached the point where he didn't give a damn what they did. They didn't mean anything except temporary sex-partners to him and he knew that absolutely nothing they might do or say would come as a surprise.
As soon as Virginia was out of the way, Ken moved in between June's eagerly parted legs and let her guide his wet lust-stiffened cock. He shoved all the way in the smaller female's tight, quivering twat and remained braced on his hands and arms. She told him to let her do the work. He did, and she began rolling her hips. He felt Virginia get behind him and begin kissing and licking around over his buttocks.
Ken gasped when Virginia used her fingers to spread the cheeks of his ass, then licked up through the crack. June told him to start fucking her slow and easy so that he wouldn't dislodge Virginia. Again he obeyed, keeping his upper body lifted, watching as June began playing with her own hard-nippled breasts. He gasped again when Virginia's hot and wet tongue zeroed in on his anus.
Soon Ken was well on the way toward a spurting finish. With June's inner cunt muscles clamping down on his slowly pistoning prick, and with Virginia managing to keep her jabbing tongue penetrating into his tingling asshole, he briefly and dimly wondered how he had lasted two or three minutes.
"Let it fly, Ken! Slam your big cock to me and I'll cum with you!"
He began slamming the meat to her even as June spoke the loud words. His movements were swift and erratic. He was vividly aware of Virginia hanging onto his humping ass and jabbing her tongue. He kept his chest lifted and June hunched right along with him, just as erratically, and his jerky pumping did send her into an orgasm.
As June tensed, gripped in the throes of her climax, Ken's cock jerked spasmodically and shot out gobs and gobs of hot semen. Seconds after his balls were drained and June stopped her movements, Virginia was slapping him on the ass and telling him to get out of the way.
Ken did withdraw his rapidly softening cock as fast as he could, then quickly swung from between June's legs. Virginia immediately buried her face in June's dark crotch and mashed her open mouth against June's sloppy snatch. The smaller woman raced her hips in harmony with Virginia's bobbing head and motioned for Ken to move higher on the bed. He walked on his hands and knees and let her clean his organ with her tongue and mouth. But, when she started sucking his limp prick, he pulled it from between her lips and flopped over on his back.
He did lift his head long enough to watch until Virginia stopped going down on June. When the larger woman swung from between June's legs and the bed, saying that she needed a drink, he dropped his head to the mattress and closed his eyes.
"I think I'll have a drink, too," June said. "Do you want me to bring the bottle?"
"Not for me," Ken said, not opening his eyes.
He was drowsy, from the sex and the drinks he had already had, and when he felt June leave the bed he wished that both swapping wives would get dressed and leave. He was getting very tired of them. Maybe he could make the sex scene with them just about any time -- he could -- but aside from the. sex they were really quite boring. Maybe if he just took a little nap they would be gone when he woke up. Or, better yet, he might wake up and discover that he had been dreaming for the last couple of days
"Doesn't he look peaceful stretched out like that?"
"Dreamy, really, and very cute."
Virginia had asked the question and June had answered. Ken wondered how long he had been sleeping. He tried to move, couldn't, and opened his eyes. Virginia was standing on one side of the bed and June the other. They were still naked. He was also still naked and he couldn't move because he was tied to the bed.
What he knew were neckties went from the bedsprings on each side, and other neckties were running from his ankles to the short corner posts at the foot of the bed. He glared at the smiling females, each in turn, telling himself to take it easy or he would never get out of the stupid predicament.
"Now that you lovely girls have had your little joke you can free me," he said, forcing a smile.
"Did you hear that, June? He called us lovely girls."
"That was very nice of him, Virginia. It's too bad that he didn't sweet-talk us before we tied him up."
Ken strained against his bonds. The nutty women had done a damned good job, he thought. There he was, spread-eagled on his own bed, tied hand and foot. He had never felt more helpless in his life.
"You must have a reason for this foolishness," he said, watching as June walked around the foot of the bed and stood beside Virginia.
Virginia put an arm around June's small waist. "We just thought we would let you know that we don't appreciate being rejected. Right, June?"
"Yes," June said. "You hurt our feelings, Ken, and --"
"I didn't reject you," Ken cut in. "Hell, we've been fucking and sucking and every other damn thing, so how could you feel rejected?"
"You spoiled our plan," Virginia said. "We wanted to start a swapping club. You and Carol were supposed to be the third couple and we were going on from there."
"You can just skip us, damn it! You can find other couples. They even run ads in magazines for swingers and swappers."
"We wanted you and Carol," June said. "We still do. We thought we might be able to convince you in some way while we have you helpless."
"How long did I sleep?" Ken asked, curious, but mostly stalling for time while he tried to figure out what to do. He could always promise to go along with their wishes and then tell them to go to hell afterward. But he had always been a man of his word -- and he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of even lying and pretending to go along with the swapping stuff.
"Fifteen minutes," Virginia said. "Maybe twenty. Long enough for us to get the top hand, anyway, and it looks as if the next move is up to you."
"I guess I'll just have to be patient," he said. "It isn't as if you can keep me here forever, you know."
"We could leave you here and let your lovely young wife find you like that," June said. "Couldn't we, Virginia?"
"I think that's what we will do," Virginia said.
"That would be a dirty damn trick!"
"The poor dear naked man has a soft cock," Virginia said. "Do you think we should see if our stubborn friend is too frustrated to get a hard-on, June?"
Virginia playfully patted June's ass and the dark-haired woman climbed on the bed and got on her knees between Ken's widely spread legs. She didn't touch him, though, and Virginia sat down on the side of the bed.
"I could do a lot better if you untied me," Ken said, again forcing a smile. "Why don't we have another threesome?"
"We could do that even with you restrained," June said, her eyes on his limp penis. "We have something else in mind, honey. We're going to get you so damned sexy-hot that you'll either meet our terms or have such a stone-ache you won't be able to walk when you are freed."
Virginia had reached over and was tweaking Ken's nearest nipple. That sensitive nub was already erect. June leaned over, still not touching him, and blew her warm breath on the head of his cock. That sensitive organ began lifting into an erection without being physically touched.
As his big cock lifted and lengthened, June raised her parted lips, still expelling her warm breath in gentle little puffs. By the time his organ was poking straight up, her lips still hadn't made contact with the blood-engorged flesh and muscle.
"I guess that is what would be called literally giving a blow-job," Virginia said, laughing and sliding her fingers over to Ken's other nipple. "How. do you know that your darling wife wouldn't want to swap, Ken? How do you know that she wouldn't like to give the gay pleasures a try? Could you swear that Carol hasn't had secret desires along those lines?"
"Why don't you just wait and ask her those questions? Hell, I couldn't swear to anything. Why don't you free me now and let me talk to her when she comes home? I'll tell her the score and leave everything up to her."
June straightened and settled back on her haunches. "If Carol agrees to go along with the swapping, will you make it unanimous?"
Ken met June's glowing, dark eyes. He didn't owe the bitches the truth, he thought. He didn't owe them a damn thing, really, and he might as well try and lie himself out of the humiliating situation.
"I'll go along with whatever Carol wants to do," he said. "In fact, I'll even recommend that we join you folks and build a big swapping club. We could get ten, fifteen, maybe twenty couples. How does that sound?"
"Great," June said. "You won't be sorry, Ken. We can have swinging parties two or three times a week. Should we free him now, Virginia?"
The redhead had removed her fingers from Ken's stiffened nipple. She slapped him lightly on the side of the face. "I'm not sure that we can trust the handsome stud, June. I think he's just lying to try and wiggle out of the spot he's in. Isn't that right, Ken-baby?"
"Of course not," Ken said. "You don't really think much of yourself, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn't think that I could give you lovely girls up so easily."
"I wish we could believe you," Virginia said. "I would really like to see Floyd putting the blocks to Carol. George, too. They could give her a double-fuck that would make her flip right out of her skull. It would be exciting to see her sweet lips curved around a hard cock. I'll bet that she would taste just as sweet as she looks. Wouldn't you like to slip your tongue into Carol's twat, June? Maybe she will learn to like pussy if she and Ken start swapping and --"
"I've heard enough, damn you! Just shut your fucking mouth! You're both bitches and Carol's a lady and so far out of your class it's --"
Ken let his loud words trail off when Virginia started laughing. He knew that she had baited him into losing his cool, had even known what she was doing while she had been saying the hateful words, but he just hadn't been able to keep quiet.
"See, honey," Virginia told June. "We'll never be able to change the stubborn stud's mind about anything."
June said, "You shouldn't try and fool us like that, Ken. What do you think Carol would do if she came home and found you spread-eagled on the bed like that?"
"I wouldn't blame her very much if she divorced me," Ken said. "I guess it would serve me right for letting my hard cock get me into such a lousy fix."
"The poor dear's feeling sorry for himself," Virginia said. "Are you hungry, Ken? For something other than pussy, I mean, as I think we're going to cut out all of the sex-fun. Why should we give you any more breaks?"
"How the hell can I eat food with my hands tied?"
"I'll give you a break and feed you," Virginia said. "I've never been a mother, but I have all the motherly instincts."
"You wouldn't make a pimple on a mother's ass!"
The redhead glared. "Just for being such a wise-ass jerk, I'm going to change things, Ken-baby. We're going to work you over and leave you too pooped to fuck the darling wife with the gold-plated pussy. It must be gold-plated since you seem to think it's so precious."
"Should we tell, him now, Virginia?"
"Tell me what?" Ken asked.
"Don't tell him a damn thing, June. Just take a turn on his huge joystick and start getting used to the idea that this will probably be the last chance you will ever have."
June leaned over, grabbed the thick base of Ken's poking tool with the fingers of one hand and laved the blunt end with the flat of her tongue. "I wish you would at least delay your final decision until after you have talked to Carol, Ken. There is the possibility that she might fool us all and go for the idea without any pressure from you."
"Let's cut the gab," Virginia said. "We don't have all that much time left."
Ken wondered what Virginia meant, but he didn't have a chance to even give it much thought. June opened her mouth wide and engulfed his swollen cockhead and started twirling her tongue while sucking. She began taking more and more of the shaft and was soon taking the glans deep in her throat.
Virginia moved down between Ken's legs, snuggled in beside June, and began licking Ken's testicles. Remembering the words about working him over and leaving him pooped for Carol, Ken immediately began concentrating on not climaxing.
He knew that no male was any match for any healthy and sexy female, and, with the two hot-asses, he was beaten before he started, but he did want to make a good showing. The longer he could last, the better off he would be in the long run, because they were just nutty enough to work the hell out of his cock even when it was limp and soft.
June sucked until her jaws got tired, then Virginia took over. Ken didn't have much trouble holding back while June performed fellatio, and, just as he was beginning to lose control under Virginia's greedy mouth, she stopped to rest.
Saying that she wanted to take a ride, June squatted over Ken's thrusting, saliva-coated cock with her back to his face. The short period of time it took to make the shift still enabled Ken to get himself under control. He lifted his head enough to watch his cock go spearing up into June's tight twat.
While June was slowly lifting up and down, Virginia got down and put her mouth and tongue into action. She licked the shaft of Ken's cock when June was on the upstroke and he could even feel her tongue darting against and probing around June's clinging cuntal lips.
It didn't take long for June to bounce through a spasmodic release. Again Ken managed to hold back and keep his passion under control, but he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. Another thirty seconds and his throbbing cock would have exploded.
He got a chance to get a grip on himself while June was moving off and away and Virginia was getting into position to fuck herself on his glistening rod. She settled down in the same manner, her back and buttocks toward his face, and he again watched his cock disappear into hot and clasping cunt-flesh.
Virginia began slowly bouncing up and down, burying his pulsing shaft balls deep on the downward movement, leaving only the head embedded when she lifted and pushed herself upward. June got down and licked his hard shaft when it was exposed, and he also felt June's tongue licking and probing around Virginia's clinging pussy lips.
Ken was just about to start the dash toward a climax when Virginia spasmed. He was left hanging when she lifted and flaked out beside June between his widely spread legs. Balanced right on the brink, he lifted his ass inches from the mattress in a series of little hunching movements, knowing that just a simple touch would give him a much-needed ejaculation.
Virginia laughed as Ken kept thrusting his wet throbbing cock in the air. "Maybe we should leave him just like that, June. That should be suitable punishment for rejecting us."
Ken had settled his buttocks back down onto the mattress, his cock making little jerky movements. He knew that just in a matter of seconds his semen would be shooting into the air. June moved quickly and without a word and Ken moaned with pleasure as her lips clamped down over the blunt end of his jerking cock.
June was just in time. Because the churning sperm gushed out in jet after jet, spraying and splattering against the roof of the greedily sucking woman's mouth. She gulped and swallowed as if she were drinking from a spouting fountain.
"Save some for me, honey!"
Even while almost shouting the words, Virginia was pushing June's clinging lips from Ken's gushing cockhead. The redhead clamped her lips over the slit and she didn't lose a drop. She sucked and swallowed until she, had drained all of the cream and his cock was completely limp.
"That's it," Ken said, watching as June and Virginia mashed their wet mouths together in a passionate kiss. "I've tried to be patient and --"
He let his words trail off as the women broke the kiss and looked at him, smiles on their faces. Threats had failed before, as had lies, and he didn't know what the hell to say. He was at their mercy, really, and he couldn't very well kick their asses after they did decide to free him.
He was surprised when the two naked women got off the bed and silently began to gather up their clothes. Watching as they got dressed, still in silence, he figured that they were afraid to set him free before they were ready to haul-ass: He wondered if he should tell them that he wouldn't do them any harm and decided against it. The words might backfire, make them think he really meant to kick their asses at the first opportunity.
When they were dressed and standing beside the bed, he told them that they would probably have to get a knife to free him.
"I've tugged so much that you'll never be able to untie the knots. He forced a smile. "I won't charge you for ruining my neckties. I don't like to wear the damn things, anyway."
"Carol can use a knife to set you free," Virginia said. "Or to cut your throat!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Virginia called your wife this morning before we came," June said. "She told Carol to come home and see how much fun you've been having."
"Carol said that she would take the first afternoon bus," Virginia said. "Securing you to the bed was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it will sure as hell be proof that you are no longer a true-blue husband."
Ken had been staring, a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. God, but he was in one hell of a fix! He glared at the two women and knew that it was a good thing that he couldn't get his hands on them right at that moment. He wondered if begging would do any good. He had tried everything else. It went against the grain, but he would do just about anything to keep from being caught by Carol in the embarrassing position he was in.
"Would it do any good to beg?" he asked. "Which I'm doing, of course. I'll even promise on my word of honor that I will talk to Carol, tell her everything that has happened, and leave it up to her whether or not we become swappers."
"He sounds sincere," June said. "Maybe we should take a chance and give him a break, Virginia."
"Just one question," Virginia said. "Will you promise to try and convince Carol that she should swap, Ken?"
He hesitated, closed his eyes, then said, "Yes."
"You aren't even a convincing liar with us," Virginia said. "I'm sorry, Ken, but we had better leave things just as they are. I think you might be a little dangerous at the moment and I imagine Carol will keep you from causing serious trouble in one way or another."
"If Carol doesn't come home within a reasonable length of time, I'll come back and set you free," June said. "Here's hoping that everything works out for the best, Ken."
When Ken opened his eyes, deciding that he would try threats again -- maybe even threaten to knock the hell out of Floyd and George, which he was sure that he could do -- Virginia and June were leaving the bedroom. Just about all he had a chance to see was their swaying hips and jiggling asses.
"Hey, come back here! Don't leave me like this, you crazy bitches!"
Staring at the doorway, cursing, thinking that the women might just be teasing him, Ken struggled desperately to free himself. All he succeeded in doing was getting some slack in the ropes made out of neckties -- and the skin on his wrists and ankles almost rubbed raw.
Finally giving up, he stared at the ceiling and told himself that it wasn't as if the world were going to come to an end. It was just that his marriage was probably going to be shot all to hell and a very important part of his life was going to end. And it would be just as bad, maybe even worse in a way, if Carol happened to want to swap.
Ken looked at the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost three o'clock. He figured that he had been struggling for at least fifteen minutes. He knew that Carol would be getting there soon. She would probably take a cab from the bus station. She might call him to come and get her, though. She didn't know that he couldn't even answer the phone. What the hell had Virginia told his wife? Well, he would find out soon enough. Too damned soon!
Almost an hour passed. Ken tried to break free a couple of more times. He kept hoping that Virginia and June would change their minds and come back and set him free. He cursed the wanton wives, both silently and aloud, but at the same time he couldn't keep from thinking about the pleasures he had shared with the two sexpots. Maybe if Carol did leave him he would change his way of life completely. He would find an attractive girl and become a swinger. Hell, if he had a wife he didn't really love he might even become a swapper. It would be an exciting life, that was for sure, and he guessed that he would stay with Carol even if she wanted to swap. Which wasn't really possible, of course!
Ken finally heard a car door slam in the driveway. He was sure that it was a cab bringing Carol home. He felt a sudden panic and again struggled desperately to free himself. Sagging limply on the mattress, he closed his eyes and waited, telling himself that he deserved losing his beautiful young wife for being stupid enough to allow himself to get in such a ridiculous spot.
He heard Carol enter the bedroom and could sense that she was standing near the bed. He thought a little wildly that if he wasn't tied hand and foot he would like to crawl under the bed or into a hole some damn place. What the hell could a guy say to his wife under such circumstances?
Ken opened his eyes. Carol took a step closer to the bed. There was a kind of amused look in her lovely blue eyes and he found that more upsetting than if there had been tears. He almost wished that she would cry -- or even curse. Maybe she didn't give a damn about what he had done. Maybe she was glad for the excuse to cheat on him.
"I guess you're waiting for an explanation," he said, forcing a smile. "Your nutty friends flipped their lids and tied me up. As you can see!"
Carol silently stepped backward and lowered her lovely bottom down on the chair. Her legs were bare and her white skirt was well above her knees. She was wearing a matching white jacket over a thin white blouse and Ken felt sick as he realized that it was very possible that he would never be able to take her into his arms again.
"I wish you would help me get free, Carol. I'm damned tired of being tied down like this."
"Virginia didn't tell me about all this," Carol said, motioning with her hands to indicate that she meant the way he was tied to the bed.
"What did the redheaded bitch tell you?"
"Just that she and June had made it with you and that if I came home this afternoon she would arrange to show me proof. I guess she did, didn't she?"
"You seem to be taking it very calmly," Ken said. "I kind of figured that you would be raising some hell just about now, Carol."
"Why?" Her lips trembled and for a moment Ken thought she was going to cry. He almost hoped that she would. That would at least prove that she cared. She smiled and the expression didn't look forced. "Do you want me to raise some hell, Ken?"
"I guess I just expected it," he said, suddenly feeling that everything might work out all right. "Virginia and June told me about the bet you made with them. You must realize that you just turned them loose on me. You practically invited them to try and make me."
"They didn't have much trouble doing so, did they? I leave you alone one time and you go to bed with another woman. Two other women!"
"I just went a little off my rocker," he said. "They are very attractive women, you know, and I just took what was offered. It was just sex, Carol. Lust. I'm married to you and I love you."
"This doesn't seem to be the time to talk about love, Ken."
"I'm just trying to tell you that what I did with Virginia and June had nothing to do with us. If you had been here, it wouldn't have happened."
A frown flickered across Carol's beautiful face. "Go ahead and blame me if it makes you feel better. It's my fault that I made the bet that I could trust you. It's my fault that I had to go see about my father and that you took the opportunity to have outside sex instead of coming after me."
"I tried to talk to you on the phone," Ken protested. "I kept thinking that you would call me. I got the impression that you didn't want me to come after you."
"I was under the impression that marriage vows meant something, Ken. Do you want a divorce?"
"Hell no! I want you and nobody else, damn it! I need you and this should prove that I need you all the time. Day and night, I mean, and right now I need you to untie me."
"Maybe I should tell you something while you're still tied up and helpless, Ken. I guess my mother told you that I went swimming with some young people. Don't glare! Men! You've been with two women and now I can tell that you're getting angry because of something you think I might say!"
"Maybe you had better not tell me anything," Ken said. "Because no matter what I've done, and I am sorry for letting you down, I'm still jealous and I don't even want to hear about it if you have done something wrong."
"Wrong for me and right for you, Ken?"
"I know that it sounds stupid and unfair, Carol, but I don't think I could take it if I found that you had been with another man. I can understand if you're thinking about leaving me and I'm sorry if I've ruined our marriage."
"I guess I could lie and hurt you as I have been hurt," Carol said, getting to her feet. "I won't, . though. Nothing happened. There was an attractive young man and he did take a great interest in me. He made advances, actually, and I'll admit that I did have some rather crazy thoughts. But I did nothing about my thoughts and, even after finding you like this, I'm glad that nothing happened. It only made me want to rush home to you. What do you have to say about that?"
Ken didn't meet his wife's eyes. He experienced a wonderful feeling of relief, because of her words, and because she apparently didn't intend to leave him, but he also felt a deep shame.
"I'm too ashamed to even try and say anything," he said. "Except that I'm glad that you are a better person than I am."
"Don't overdo it," Carol said. "Don't blow too much smoke, I mean, because I'm no angel and you're still in the doghouse. Just how did you manage to get yourself in a fix like that?"
"I had a few drinks, got drowsy, and they caught me asleep."
Carol arched her eyebrows. "After you had sex with them, of course."
Ken felt his face get red. "Yes, and after they tied me like this, they worked me over again."
"That doesn't explain why they tied you in the first place."
"They got angry because I wouldn't promise to try and get you to go along with their plans. They switch around with each other's husbands. The reason for making it with me was mostly to get us to be swappers, too. I told them that I wouldn't swap and that you wouldn't consent to such a thing even if I would."
"Thanks for your confidence," Carol said. "I'll be right back."
Carol did come right back. She had a butcher knife. She silently freed one of Ken's hands, gave him the knife"and said that maybe he had better take a shower. She left before he could think of anything to say. He quickly cut the other necktie ropes, then had to sit on the side of the bed and rub his arms and legs to get the blood to circulating.
He went to the bathroom and took a hot and soapy shower. His cock didn't lift into its usual erection while being washed. He knew that it wasn't because he had had too much sex. He was still nervous because of being caught by his wife -- and there was also a great deal of apprehension due to his previous thoughts and desires. He was sure that his wife wasn't going to leave him and that meant that he would just about have to go through with what he had always wanted to do. What if she laughed at him when he went down on her?
Rinsing in warm and then cold water, Ken gave himself a brisk rubdown. Feeling much better physically, and a great deal better mentally, he brushed his teeth and shaved. He wanted to be ready just in case Carol was forgiving enough to want some action and he wasn't all that worried about not being able to get an erection. His cock had never failed him before and he didn't think it would let him down with his lovely wife.
He put on a robe and looked for Carol. She wasn't. in the house. The car was still in the driveway. Deciding that, she had gone next door to see Virginia, or to June's house if the redhead wasn't home, he got a beer and sat at the kitchen table. Maybe it was better that she talked to the women, he thought. They would undoubtedly give her all of the details and it would keep him from having to do so. If she didn't take off after talking to the two hot-ass females, it would mean that he hadn't lost her.
Ken had finished the beer and was thinking about getting another one when Carol came in the back door. He could tell by the look on her face and in her eyes that she knew all the sordid details. She didn't look all that unhappy, though.
"Were they both next door?" he asked.
"Yes, and I paid off the bets. I'm going to take a bath before I cook. I'm sticky from riding the bus. You can peel some potatoes if you want to."
Ken gladly peeled some potatoes. He also got out two steaks and had the meal started when Carol returned to the kitchen. She had put on a terrycloth robe. He prepared a tossed salad while she took over at the stove. They worked together in silence, then engaged in small talk while they ate, carefully skirting around the subject he knew was foremost in both their minds.
Ken wasn't surprised when Carol told him to get out of the kitchen while she washed the dishes. She had never wanted help with the housework, saying that it was enough for him to earn their living, and he had never been what he thought 'of as a henpecked husband. He was glad that she apparently wasn't going to try and punish him by making unusual demands.
He wandered into the living room, turned the television set on, then snapped it right off. He flopped down in an easy chair, but was too restless to sit still. He went into the bedroom and removed the makeshift ropes from the bed posts and the springs. He threw the pieces into the wastebasket and went back to the easy chair. He thought about making oral love to his beautiful young wife, but he didn't get a hard-on.
It was almost dark when Carol entered the liivng room. She turned a floor lamp on and pulled the drapes over the windows. She sat down on the couch, crossed her long, lovely legs, and Ken wished that the talk he knew they would have to have was over. There was a long silence while he gazed at his wife's legs and a goodly portion of a beautifully rounded thigh. There was no response in his cock and he began to get a little worried. He hoped that he didn't have a mental block or some damn thing that would keep him from fucking his own wife!
"I guess we had better talk this out," Carol finally said. "I'll accept part of the blame for what happened, of course, but I don't want you to make it with Virginia or June again."
"I won't," Ken said, deciding that he would keep his sexual escapade with Joyce a secret. There was no need for making Carol worry about something for which he would always feel a degree of guilt. "I just hope you never use what I did as an excuse to have sex outside our marriage."
"I do love you, Ken, and I've never really seriously considered going to bed with another man. Oh, I suppose I've had fleeting thoughts about how it might be with somebody else, but I couldn't willingly have sex with a man unless I at least thought that I loved him. I guess it's different with men, and with some women, but I'm too jealous to even live with you if you mean to sex it up with other females."
"There won't be any more cheating, Carol, and that's a promise."
"Virginia and June tried to get me to agree to swap," Carol said. "They were at least honest enough to tell me that you wouldn't even consider it. I'm afraid that I insulted them. Anyway, I told them that Floyd and George would be just about the last men with whom I would want to have sexual intercourse."
Ken met Carol's eyes and smiled, suddenly sure that everything was going to work out fine. "I imagine you also hurt their feelings, honey. Did they make a pass at you? I know they both have a yen for you."
"They did shock me with their blunt language. They had me fooled. I would have never guessed that they would ever speak to me in such a manner. I had no idea that they were gay. Bisexual, as they called it. They wanted me to go to bed with them."
"I'm not surprised," Ken said. "Nothing that those two sex-nuts could say or do would surprise me. I guess you really told them off."
"I didn't say anything. I was going out the door then, still thinking about what they said you did to and with them. They used all kinds of descriptive words, the most polite being cunnilingus, fellatio, and anal coition. They wanted to know if I knew what those terms meant before they went on and used the more common expresssions. I told them that I had read enough to keep from being totally ignorant."
"Were you disgusted?" Ken asked, mentally crossing his fingers.
"Just embarrassed," Carol said. "Embarrassed because they had been more intimate with my husband than I had -- or have. They didn't exactly force you to do anything, did they?"
"No," Ken said, getting to his feet. "There has been a lack of communication in our marriage, Carol. Where sex is concerned, I mean."
"That's something of an understatement, Ken. Would you like for me to accept the blame for that?"
"It was mostly my fault," Ken said, walking over and standing in front of Carol. The robe had parted and he looked down into the deep valley between her jutting breasts. His mouth and throat felt dry. He was very excited, but he didn't have an erection. Not that he needed a hard-on to do what he wanted to do, he thought, wondering if he should suggest that they go to bed.
"Why haven't you ever kissed me down there?" Carol asked. "Don't I appeal to you in that way?"
Carol had her head back and her eyes closed. "I have always wanted to go down on you," Ken said, looking down at her beautiful features. "I thought you might not go for it. I also thought you might laugh at me."
"Laughing would have been the last thing I would have done," Carol said. "I've always been curious and I've often had fantasies about oral sex. I thought how it might be if you were to kiss me down there, I mean."
A little moan escaped from between his lips and he dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of her. He parted the robe and revealed her dazzling nakedness. She spread her long, creamy-white legs apart, slowly, and inched her hips forward toward the edge of the couch. His heart pounding, Ken looked at the blood-engorged pink pussy lips glistening wetly and inhaled deeply of the heady aroma emanating from the core of her delectable femininity.
This was the exciting moment Ken had long awaited. Staring at the slightly parted cuntal lips, the deep glistening pinkness between them, he licked his own dry lips until they were moist with the saliva that his passion had caused to form in his mouth. He had never seen a more perfectly formed cunt. It was as unflawed as the frame of curly blonde hairs that crowned and surrounded it.
He lowered his face and kissed the soft and smooth moist slit, then shoved his arms up and around her sleek outer thighs, reaching down with his trembling fingers to spread the soft perfection of her fragrant cunt. He touched her swelling clitoris with the tip of his stiffened tongue, then moved his tongue to-and-fro across the elongated organ in a series of swift fluttering strokes. He heard a quivering little moan escape from her throat, and extended his whole tongue and began to lick, lovingly, up and down the entire moist opening.
"Oh, darling, that's such a wonderful sensation!"
Carol's words were like music to Ken's ears. He probed his tongue deeply into her tight and hot cunt channel then, licking and sucking the sensitive folds of tender flesh simultaneously. The knowledge that his lovely wife had accepted his desires with such enthusiastic ecstasy had him mentally and physically as passionate as he had ever been in his life, but he was in no hurry to shove his hard cock into her twitching and trembling twat.
Her hips began to undulate, slowly, as her inner cunt lips began a series of gentle squeezes on his stiff probing tongue. She threw her knees further apart and shifted the angle of her cunt so that his tongue was plunging downward in the hot and wet flesh. He probed deeper, extending his tongue to its full length, and her heels touched the back of his neck, urging his tongue even deeper.
After tongue-fucking her clinging cunt for a couple of minutes, enjoying himself to the utmost, he withdrew his oral instrument from its deep penetration and began licking up and down in her juicy gorge, lapping and sucking her firm, swollen clit at the termination of each long lick.
"Oh, darling, I'm cumming! Oh, Sweet Jesus, I can't stand it."
Carol's hands had gone to Ken's head for the first time. Her fingers entangled in his hair, then dug into his bobbing scalp. He slipped his hands around and under and grabbed her wriggling buttocks. Clasping the firm and smooth ass-flesh, he concentrated on her erect passion-button, lapping and sucking, and the stiffened organ seemed to vibrate with a life all its own.
Moaning and lurching upward, Carol tensed, then shuddered violently while caught up in the throes of her spasmodic orgasm. Ken kept lapping and sucking until she settled back down onto his gripping fingers and removed her fingers from his head and hair.
"That was truly wonderful, Ken! I wish you hadn't waited so long to do it!"
Ken slipped his hands from under his wife's lovely ass and lifted his head. He met her passion-glazed eyes, licked his wet lips, and smiled.
"It was really stupid of me to wait so long," he said. "I was afraid that the oral stuff might turn you off, though, and I wasn't really all that experienced myself. Was it as good as it was in your fantasies?"
"Better! I guess I was stupid for not letting you know what I wanted. But I was afraid that you would be shocked if I mentioned it, honey, and I'll bet many married couples make the same mistake we made. Married people not properly communicating with each other, I mean, and being backward and somewhat ashamed where oral sex is concerned."
"You aren't ashamed, are you? Of me, or of yourself ?"
"Oh, no! I'm just sorry that we wasted so much time! You don't mind doing it, do you? I hope you didn't do it just to give me pleasure."
"Don't worry about that," Ken said, grinning. "I get a hell of a lot of pleasure out of performing the act, baby. It isn't a perversion, you know, and it's a perfectly natural way for us to give and receive sexual pleasure. I'm glad that we're meeting each other's eyes freely" and without shame, Carol. I love you more than ever now -- if that's really possible."
"I feel the same way," Carol said, her eyes and expression serious. "I'm still jealous when I think about you being intimate with Virginia and June though." She smiled. "But maybe it was worth sharing you with them if it will give us more happiness in our marriage."
"Maybe it's the wrong time to mention it, Carol, but I doubt that those two hot-ass gals will give up all that easily. I'm not thinking only of myself, either. They will ' undoubtedly keep on trying to make you and it's a fact that they can do what I just did to you. Maybe even better, as I've read that lesbians know more about how to make another female happy."
Carol smiled. "Are you looking for assurances from me, Ken? I'm not interested in experimenting with Virginia or June. I'll handle them, honey, so stop worrying about anything like that. A woman, to me, would be like you with a man."
"I've never had any tendencies along those lines," Ken said. He chuckled. "Just to keep the record straight!"
"I guess you're really steaming, darling, but would you mind doing me one more time like that before -- "
"On one condition," Ken cut in.
The happy smile left Carol's beautiful features and Ken changed his mind. He had meant to ask if she would return the favor. Or at least give it a try. But he decided that he wouldn't even mention cocksucking. She might have a hangup where fellatio was concerned and he told himself that he would never try to get her to do anything she didn't have a real desire to do.
"What is the condition?" Carol asked after a short silence.
"I think we should get these robes off and go to bed, honey. Do you agree?"
"Yes. Oh, yes!"
CHAPTER NINE
Getting to his feet, looking down at Carol's lovely nakedness, Ken slipped out of the robe and tossed it aside. His big, hard cock was thrusting stiffly. Her eyes were on his poking prick. For a moment he thought she was going to reach out and take it into her hands. But she seemingly changed her mind and when she started to stand, he held out his hand and helped her to her feet.
He also helped her get out of the robe, pushing it down over her smooth, shapely shoulders. When the garment dropped to the carpet, he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The underside of his erect penis pressed flush against her warm belly and he slipped his hands down to her tense buttocks. She pushed her firm body against him, and squirmed slightly, but she didn't offer to kiss him and he didn't put his mouth near hers. He still had to kind of feel his way with her, he knew, and he still hadn't gotten used to the idea that he could probably speak plainly without averse results.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled her face up against his. He paused in the doorway and she took the hint and snapped the overhead light switch. The window shades were already down. He carried her to the bed, hoping that it wouldn't bother her if she thought about what had happened so recently on the bed with the neighbor wives. He noticed that she had put on a clean sheet as he playfully tossed her onto the bed.
She hadn't stopped bouncing on her back when he followed, getting down between her eagerly parted legs, thinking dimly that he could eat her sweet pussy for hours without having to penetrate the palpitating channel with his rock-hard prick.
He didn't go directly to her pleasure gash. He wanted to go through the preliminaries he had dreamed of doing for such a long time. She seemed to understand and kept her hands well away from his head. Scooting down on the bed, he kissed and licked one of her inner thighs down to her knee, caressing the firm, warm flesh with his fingers before and after his darting tongue.
She squirmed her ass against the mattress, and he skipped over to her other knee, kissing and licking his ways up along her other inner thigh, tracing a wet path up to her blonde crotch. Again he lifted his face and stared with admiration at her lovely, sweet-smelling cunt before mashing his mouth down and planting a kiss on the pink split. She made a little upward lurch and he opened his mouth wide, leaned forward further, and found that he could cover just about her entire cunt with his mouth.
He began to lick her moist pussy lips with long, slow, gentle, brush-like strokes. Every few licks he stopped and probed with his stiffened tongue, pushing it into the tight entrance between her inner cunt lips. Her ass and hips quivered, and she raised her legs and squeezed his head with her, sleek thighs for a few seconds.
"Oh, Jesus," she whispered.
He propped on his elbows, lowered his hands, and used his thumbs to open the tender pink outer lips of her cunt. He began to lick the tasty, juicy, glistening pink folds his thumbs had exposed. He increased the pressure of his tongue, and started to lick harder and faster. Now and then he paused, made his tongue stiff, and plunged it into her clinging twat as deep as it would go past the hot folds of flesh. After jabbing again and again, he then returned to his licking, only to stop and tongue-fuck her after a few more licks.
Soon she was moaning and gasping, and writhing so heatedly that sometimes his tongue was between the smooth round globes of her ass, sometimes he had nothing but a mouthful of silky-soft hairs. He grabbed her hips then, to control her bucking and lurching, pressed his mouth firmly over her quivering cunt, and started to suck and lap in earnest.
"That's enough!" Carol suddenly blurted. "I can't take any more right now! Use your cock, darling, use your cock!"
Hearing the loud words, Ken rather reluctantly stopped sucking and lapping and lifted his head from between his passionate wife's legs. He saw that she was squeezing her own thrusting titties. His cock was throbbing like crazy, but he still wasn't in a great hurry to start fucking. He still hadn't gotten his fill of eating her truly delightful pussy and he didn't want to make it messy with his cream.
Carol seemed to understand. "It's just that I didn't think my nervous system could take any more right then, honey. Maybe later you will want to do it again."
"Just try and stop me," Ken said, chuckling and moving until his thrusting cock was poking at her gaping cunt.
He let her do the guiding and held his swollen cockhead just inside the hot, tight entrance to her cunt until she had removed her fingers. Then he made the thrilling trip to the hot and tight depths of her twat in one plunging stroke. She moaned as he withdrew the entire length of his thick shaft and shoved it deep again. Her hips rose, he hooked her heels behind his, and her clinging cunt lifted rhythmically to meet his plunging thrusts.
After he had fucked her for only a few powerful strokes, her hips broke the rhythm, thrashing and bucking erratically, and he could also tell from her contorted features that she was reaching orgasm. He knew that he wouldn't ejaculate. He drove his cock deep into her clasping cunt, and held the rigid shaft still while she lurched and fluttered, gasped and moaned, her blonde hair swirling as she rolled her head on the mattress.
She finally stopped breathing so deeply and exhaling in such long, interrupted gasps, her body still, her eyes on his lips. He had started to kiss her several times, but had decided to wait and let her make that move. She pulled his face down and mashed her mouth to his. She accepted his tongue and they held the passionate, tongue-probing kiss until they had to break for air.
"I don't taste bad," she said, meeting his eyes and smiling with obvious happiness.
"You taste wonderful," he said, grinning. "Have you ever had fantasies having to do with another very important oral sex act?"
"Yes," she said. "Would you mind if I tried doing it to you?"
"Mind! Hell, it would be the final answer to my dreams!"
Ken withdrew while speaking. He flopped over on his back, his big, wet cock poking toward the ceiling and glistening in the light. Carol scooted her ass down toward the foot of the bed, lifted, and got on her hands and knees. Ken parted his legs and she got between them, her eyes on his jutting cock, her lovely ass pointed away from his head.
He started to suggest that they get in the sixty-nine position, but decided that he had better let her give fellatio a try first. Besides, he didn't think it would be wise to shoot off in her mouth the very first time she gave him a blow-job, and he doubted that he could hold back if they were going down on each other at the same time.
Clasping his hands behind his head so that he would be sure and not apply any pressure, Ken began to wonder if his wife was really going to suck his cock. He figured that at least two full minutes had passed and she was still staring and hadn't even touched his rigid dick with her fingers.
Just as he started to tell her to skip it if she didn't have a real desire, she grasped the base of his stiff shaft with the fingers of one hand. She began running her clenched fingers up and down in slow strokes from the base to just below the swollen crown. Balanced on her other hand and arm, she leaned over and slipped her warm and moist mouth down over his blood-engorged cockhead.
She just held the swollen glans in her mouth for a few seconds, apparently adjusting to what she had started doing, then he felt her slippery tongue twirling around the hard knob. He failed to suppress a little groan.
She began sucking, taking more and more of the rigid shaft into her sweet mouth, and he was amazed by how swiftly she had grasped the knack of sucking a cock. She was a little awkward, but she was keeping her teeth from scraping and was obviously losing herself in her newly found pleasure.
It was undoubtedly instinctive to perform all kinds of oral sex, he thought. He had known exactly what to do his first time; and he would stake his life on the fact that Carol had never before had a cock in her mouth.
The sensation was blissful, but the idea that his lovely young wife was actually sucking his cock added greatly to his pleasure. It made all kinds of sexual activities better when one's emotions were involved, he thought, watching Carol's blonde hair swirling as her head bobbed faster. He had never had a piece of ass to equal that which he always enjoyed with his beautiful wife, other women trailed far behind when compared to the pleasure he had gotten from going down on Carol, and now every nerve in his body was vibrating while the girl he loved sucked his throbbing cock with obvious affection and love. God, but he was a lucky man!
He finally said, "You should rest when you get tired, honey. I'm not in any hurry to blast off."
Carol pulled her greedily sucking mouth from his pulsing cock and lifted her head. Her blue eyes were blazing, and she kept her fist moving up and down on his throbbing rod.
"I like to do it," she said, smiling, then licking her lips. "I get pleasure from giving you that kind of pleasure, I mean. Is that bad?"
"It's good," he said. "We have it made now, baby, and I hope you're as happy as I am."
"I am," she said. "Oh, I'm very happy. My jaws are a little tired, though. Do I do it as well as Virginia and June?"
"Do you think we should talk about them?" Ken asked, hoping that he hadn't been premature with his thoughts about everything turning out just fine.
"I think maybe we should talk about any-thing and everything," Carol said seriously. "That has been our trouble in the past, you know."
"Virginia and June have had more experience in sucking cocks than you have, honey, but I prefer you and your way of sucking my cock -- just as I would much rather lap your lovely cunt."
Carol's face had flushed slightly. "I guess I asked for that, but maybe it is better to use plain English. I think I'll get on and take a ride while I'm resting up for some more cock-sucking."
Ken chuckled. "Be my guest!"
Laughing, Carol straddled him on her knees and positioned her pink and moist gaping gash directly over his saliva-coated thrusting shaft. She lowered her blonde crotch, and her clasping cunt engulfed the entire length of his poking and pulsating prick. But his hard cock was only speared all the way into the hot and moist flesh for a few seconds before she was lifting until only the swollen glans were encompassed.
Then, letting out a series of little moaning sounds, she again lowered and made his glistening cock slowly disappear. He had a perfect view of the entire process and that added to his pleasure. She kept on making the slow up-and-down movements and he could see the cuntal lips clinging to his cock.
The stiff shaft was slippery with her juices and he even enjoyed the smell that emanated from her hot cunt and drifted to his nostrils. He knew that if he hadn't already climaxed twice that day, he wouldn't be able to keep himself under control.
Carol suddenly closed her eyes, tossed her head back, clutched at her own thrusting breasts, and began bouncing up and down faster and faster. Ken's cock was equal to the task she had set for it. His big organ remained hard and stiff and less and less of the slippery flesh appeared as she began moving up and down even faster.
Soon just about all of his cock remained buried or speared upward in the quivering cunt as Carol bollixed less, and wriggled and ground herself on his rigid tool more and more. Suddenly she pushed down and kept his pulsing pole buried balls deep as she cried out that she was cumming, then moved wildly as she had what was so obviously a very blissful orgasm.
When she was finally still, his cock was still ramrod stiff. She lowered her hard-nippled breasts down onto his chest and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.
"I'm lucky to have such a long-lasting husband, aren't I? How many times did you make it with the two neighbor wives today?"
"Twice," he said, running his hands over her smooth back and shoulders. "Once with each. Doesn't it bother you to talk about them?"
"It's getting easier," Carol said, meeting his eyes. "It probably sounds crazy, but I'm kind of glad you enjoyed yourself. Not that I want it to happen again!"
"It at least enabled us to lose our inhibitions with each other," Ken said. "I'll admit that I enjoyed myself with Virginia and June, but sex is a lot better when there's also love."
She wriggled her ass, lifted her breasts from his chest, and braced on her hands and arms. "I want to feel your big cock exploding in my cunt, darling. Are you anywhere near a climax?"
Ken found the blunt language strangely ex-citing coming from his wife's lips. She had never spoken in such a manner before -- to him -- and he doubted that she had to anybody else.
"Let me get on top," he said, suddenly eager to dump his load in his wife's sweet, juicy trough.
Without breaking contact, they rolled over until Ken was on top. He lowered his chest down against her taut-tipped titties and they mashed their mouths together in a passionate kiss. They probed with their tongues, taking turns, and she hugged him around the neck. He slid his hands up and down her sleek sides, and soon their tongues were lashing together feverishly. Then he started his thrusts, slowly at first, but soon he was really slamming the meat to her.
Breaking the tongue-lashing kiss, they gazed into each other's passion-filmed eyes for a moment, then he buried his face beside hers. Carol was answering his thrusts with thrusts of her own and with a wriggling motion of her hips and ass. His hands had been clutching at her rounded hips. She lifted her legs and clamped them around his waist. He slowed the tempo of his thrusts and slipped his hands under and grasped her firm and smooth buttocks. Again she matched his rhythmic strokes, whispering that she was ready and that he could let it go at any time.
Knowing that he couldn't last much longer, Ken began pumping faster again. Carol moved right with him, her fingers clutching at his back and shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist. He felt his passion building to the final explosive moments and began pistoning his throbbing prick in and almost out of her tight and juicy pussy faster and faster. She kept right up with the faster pace and he groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, Ken, it feels so good, soooo wonderful!"
The loud words added to Ken's excitement. He began pumping furiously, and squeezing her wriggling buttocks more tightly, while he lifted his head so that he could see his wife's face.
Her eyes were wide open and blazing and her beautiful features were contorted with passion. He told her that he was just about there. She began lurching and humping wildly and he could only hold on and in. He had never seen her so passionate. God, but he was glad that he hadn't lost her because of his cheating.
His cock began jerking spasmodically and pumping spurt after spurt of hot semen into her clinging, clasping cunt. He knew that she had also peaked and they kept moving and jerking together for quite some time. They lay there mashed together long after they had collapsed and stopped breathing so fast and heavily.
"I'm glad that I didn't fly off the handle and walk out on you, Ken."
He had again buried his face beside hers, his nose in her fragrant soft blonde hair. He lifted and met her sparkling blue eyes. God, but he loved her, he thought. He loved her more than anything in the world!
"I couldn't have let you walk very far," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips. He grinned. "Maybe I should make it stronger and say that I wouldn't have let you walk away from me and our marriage."
"I like a possessive man," Carol said, smiling. "This particular possessive man is getting a little heavy, though."
"I'm sorry, baby. I want to continue what amounts to a new honeymoon just as soon as we clean up, though."
"So do I, darling! So do I!"
Ken saw that Carol had put two fresh towels on the headboard. He got one, withdrew his limp cock, used it, stuffed it between Carol's thighs, and stretched out on his back. She scooted from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. He called out for her to do a good job and heard her happy little answering laugh.
When Carol returned, still slightly damp from a shower and with a wet washcloth, Ken's cock had started to lift into another erection just from his erotic thoughts. She got on the bed on her knees and lovingly cleaned his big organ. By the time she finished, his prick had expanded into a stiffly thrusting erection.
She tossed the cloth aside, planted a moist kiss on the enlarged crown, then settled back on her haunches. "I've been thinking," she said, meeting Ken's eyes. "I think we should move. There's really nothing holding us here and I don't think I would be comfortable living in this neighborhood after what has happened. It isn't that I don't trust you, or that I don't trust myself, honey. It's just, that I think we would be better off living in some other part of the city."
"I'm way ahead of you," Ken said. "I had the same thoughts and ideas before you came home, I mean. Maybe we could rent a small apartment, save a down payment, and buy a house someday."
"That would be great," Carol said happily. "Maybe we could even look for an apartment tomorrow."
"If I'm able to walk," Ken said, grinning.
Carol had been stroking Ken's erect cock with both hands. "Are you tired, honey? We can rest or even go to sleep if you want to. I don't think that I've turned into so much of a sex-nut that I can't stop."
"I was just kidding, Carol. I'm just getting started. Besides, since we have both wised up and gotten over our silly hangups I don't have to have a hard-on to take care of you, do I?"
He wasn't surprised when his lovely young wife blushed. He wasn't really all that used to their new ways of seeking and finding sexual pleasures, either. She met his eyes freely, though, and smiled just before she leaned over, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed his cock-head and about two inches of the stiff shaft. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the thrilling pleasure of having his cock sucked by his beautiful wife.
She took more and more of the hard flesh and muscle into her greedily sucking mouth, at the same time working her fist up and down near the base of his pulsing shaft, and he hoped that she wouldn't get carried away and hurt herself. She was taking the swollen glans so deep on the downstroke that he could feel her throat muscles. She was really a fast learner, he thought, and decided that he would at least warn her before shooting off in her mouth. His next ejaculation was a long way off, though, and he would teach her the sixty-nine position before he climaxed.
Not that she didn't know about that form of sex, of course. She had read a lot -- and it was almost impossible for anybody in the modern world not to at least know just about everything about sex. Some people just never experimented for one reason or another, and he was sure as hell glad that he and Carol had finally become uninhibited and unrestrained in their sexual relations.
Ken opened his eyes when Carol finally stopped sucking and lifted her head, her blue eyes gleaming. "You know what I want to try, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, but it will be quite a while before I'll be able to shoot off, honey. Why don't you come up here and let me suck on your gorgeous titties?"
Carol walked on her hands and knees until the lovely twin mounds of firm flesh were suspended over Ken's face. Ken used his fingers to fondle the truly magnificent breasts. The nipples were already erect. She lowered so that he could get one spiked tip and a portion of the surrounding smooth flesh in his mouth. He tongued and sucked until she pulled that hard-nippled mound away and gave him the other one to tongue and suck.
Soon he pulled his mouth away long enough to tell her to get on her back. While she quickly followed his directions, he kept one stiffened nipple clamped tightly between his lips. Straddling her on his hands and knees, he feasted upon her breasts until he had her squirming and moaning. He then trailed lower, kissing and licking her trembling belly. He darted his tongue around and into her shallow navel, then licked on down to her blonde bush.
He nipped at the curly pubic hairs with his lips and plucked at them with his teeth. She rolled her hips and lifted her ass a few inches from the mattress. He licked up between her moistly parted pussy lips, then on an impulse he told her to get on her hands and knees. She looked puzzled, then a little frightened, but she obeyed as soon as he had gotten back out of the way.
Ken knew that Carol thought he meant to corn-hole her. While caressing her very firm and very smooth buttocks, it did enter his mind to give it a try, but he decided not to make what could turn out to be only an attempt. He didn't want to hurt her, that was for damned sure, and he wouldn't do it with-out getting her permission, anyway.
He began kissing and licking all over her buttocks, then went lower and lapped his tongue up through her gaping cunt. He spread the cheeks of her lovely ass and licked up through the crack. He heard her gasp. He remembered the delightful sensation when he had had his asshole tongued. He pressed his mouth against the tiny anal opening and jabbed his tongue against the hot flesh. He managed to penetrate the tight aperture with the tip of his tongue and could tell that Carol was enjoying the sensation.
He didn't find the act very exciting, except for the fact that he was giving his wife thrilling pleasure, and he wondered how he could ;insert his cock in the tiny hole without seriously injuring her even if she were to give him permisson. She began pushing backward against his jabbing tongue and he was so horny by then that he got a crazy kind of pleasure from performing the intimate act.
But he soon moved his jabbing tongue back down to her succulent cunt and began tongue-fucking the orifice he preferred to all others. When he sensed that he had her well on the way toward an orgasm, he lifted his head and walked close to her hiked buttocks on his knees. He placed one hand on a rounded hip and grasped the base of his stiff cock with the other.
He placed the blunt end of his prick between her pussy lips and pushed, shoving all the way in with one quick motion. He waited until he felt her inner cunt muscles clamping around his stiff rod, then began fucking her with deep and steady thrusts. She hunched along with him and he pronged her for all of five minutes.
Deciding that she was holding back, maybe she was afraid that he would climax, he told her to go ahead and make it. "Then we will go down on each other at the same time," he added.
Carol began hunching faster and Ken picked up the new rhythm. He also leaned over her rump and back and grabbed her hanging, swaying titties. He squeezed the resilient flesh and toyed with the stiffened nipples. When he felt that the time was right, he slipped one hand along her quivering belly and, inserting two fingers, began to stimulate her erect clitoris. Just a few light strokes on her passion-button triggered her shuddering climax. He fucked her furiously and didn't have any trouble riding out the turbulent storm.
He lifted his upper body, but he left his hard cock immersed during the short period of time it took for Carol to recover. He withdrew when she lifted her head from her crossed forearms. Again he was tempted to ask if she wanted to try anal coition, as he did want to please her in any manner she wished, but he figured that she was eager to try the sixty-nine position at the moment.
Ken got on his back and Carol went right down to his wet poking prick, seemingly having forgotten that he was also going to go down on her. She began licking his glistening shaft -- as if she had been doing it for a long time, he thought, again amazed by the way she had adjusted so quickly -- and then surprised him by going down and licking his sperm-laden balls. He could tell that she was experimenting, kind of feeling her way, and deciding to let her know without words that she was free to do anything she wanted to do.
Lifting his legs, he folded them back and used his hands and arms to hold his thighs against his chest and his hard nipples. Carol didn't hesitate. Her hot and slippery tongue left his testicles and licked down through the crack before centering on his anus.
As his sexy young wife jabbed her tongue, the familiar electric-like shock waves radiated from his asshole to all the nerve endings in his body. He felt the stiff oral instrument penetrating at least an inch into his tingling bunghole. She tongue-fucked him in that manner until he lowered his legs to let her know that he had had enough. She licked his heavy sac and on up along the underside of his thrusting and throbbing cock.
"Swing around," he said, when she took his blood-engorged cockhead into her mouth and began sucking.
Carol swung around by walking on her knees, still keeping the swollen glans possessively between her lips, and straddled his face. He put his hands on the round creamy-white globes of her ass and pulled her down. She lowered herself until the pink moist outer lips of her cunt were pressing against his open mouth.
He began to kiss her pussy lips, then extended his tongue up inside her palpitating twat to her inner lips, licking and swabbing the tender folds. His nostrils sank into the soft and warm crevice with each forward probe of his tongue, and he used his fingers to knead the cheeks of her lovely ass.
He could feel her sucking mouth sliding faster and faster up and down his stiff pulsing cock, the glans striking the back of her mouth and penetrating into her throat. The pressure of her cunt lips on his mouth increased and she began to pump her hips. His nose was buried so deep in the crack of her ass, and his lips were mashed so flat against her quivering cunt, he had to apply pressure with his hands so that he wouldn't smother.
But when she pushed down demandingly, and she began to spasm,, her inner cunt lips contracting about his probing tongue, he managed to breath somehow, and tongue-fucked her with all the skill he possessed. She shuddered violently as she reached the crest of her orgasm and her mouth went wild on his throbbing cock.
Ken felt the hot sperm churning and leaving his crotch-hugging balls and he didn't try to hold back. Carol held his jerking cock deep in her mouth and his jism jetted out in a series of explosive spurts. She became even more greedy and he could hear as well as feel her gulping as she swallowed the thick squirting cream. He rolled them over on their sides and pulled his head from between her thighs as she continued to suck his rapidly softening prick. She milked the organ with both hands while draining out the very last drop and he gave her cunt one last loving lick as she let his limp cock slip from between her lips.
They rested for a few minutes in silence while basking in the pleasant afterglow of fulfillment and Ken didn't have to be told that Carol was just as happy as he was. But he welcomed her words to that effect when she twisted around and he cuddled her in his arms. They kissed and whispered words of love, then both drifted off to sleep.
Ken didn't know. how long he had been sleeping when he next opened his eyes. He had turned over on his back. The overhead light was still on and Carol was on her side, propped on an elbow, her eyes on his face.
"Hi," he said, returning her bright smile. "How long have you been awake?"
"Just a few minutes. I only slept about a half an hour. I've just been watching you and waiting, thinking about the drastic change in our lives and in our marriage."
"You don't approve?" he asked teasingly.
"You know better than that, honey. Do you think you will miss having other women all that much?"
"Not enough to do anything about it," he said, meaning it. "Do you think that you will be satisfied to go through life without making it with another man, Carol?"
"I think so," she said seriously. "Yes, I'm sure that I will be content to just share all the wonderful forms of sex with you. As I said before, I would have to feel love for a man to let him fuck me or do anything else and I certainly won't be looking for anybody. I don't think Virginia and June are really happy with their husbands, and I doubt that Floyd and George are really happy with them. They wouldn't be swapping if they were truly happy, I mean, and I don't see how there could be true love without at least a degree of jealousy involved."
"I agree with everything you said," Ken stated firmly. "Just to be on the safe side, and to protect ourselves, though, I think we should move. Do you still agree?"
"Yes, darling, and now that we are finally communicating with each other freely and openly I have a suggestion -- " Carol smiled " -- or maybe I should have said that I have a request. There is one thing we haven't tried, you know, and I'm willing if you are."
"I didn't realize that there was masochism in your makeup," he said kiddingly.
"I don't think there is," she said, her eyes and expression serious. "I don't have a sexual desire to feel pain or to feel humiliated, I mean. It's partly because I know you did that to Virginia, and I want to make you happy in all the possible ways -- and partly because I'll admit to having had fantasies along those lines. Besides, your jabbing tongue made me realize just how sensitive I am back there and --"
"The fact that you want to give it a try is reason enough," Ken said, when Carol's words trailed off. "I'll give you fair warning and say that I probably won't last very long, though."
"That's all right," Carol said, getting on her hands and knees. "We need to get some rest and sleep and there's always tomorrow, you know."
Silently giving thanks for the truth in his beautiful young wife's last few words, Ken got on his knees behind her. She had leaned over until she was resting on her forearms. That caused her lovely, ass to be hiked high in the air. He already had an erection. His cock had started to lift and expand shortly after she had made the suggestion which had been followed so closely by a request.
He couldn't resist the urge to kiss and fondle her beautiful buttocks. He licked and jabbed at the tiny aperture until he had it coated with saliva, then pulled back and told her that he was going to prong her pussy enough to make his cock wet with her juices.
Sinking his throbbing tool into the warm and wet folds of her cunt, he made a half dozen slow in and almost out thrusts to make sure that the stiff shaft was well lubricated. Then, withdrawing from her clinging cunt-flesh, he placed the head of his slippery cock against the tiny puckered constriction of her asshole.
He felt her tense and told her to try and relax. He knew that Virginia had managed to relax enough to make the penetration possible -- and easier -- and he was suddenly afraid that he might seriously injure his inexperienced wife with his big dick.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. "At any point, I mean, and I hope we aren't making a mistake."
"Don't worry," Carol said, her voice slightly muffled. "I'll take all the responsibility, honey, and I'll also tell you if I want you to stop."
She seemed to be less tense. He put both hands on her hips and pushed. His swollen glans slipped through the tight elastic ring. She let out a loud groan. He left just the head of his pulsing cock embedded in the hot, tight asshole.
"I'm all right, Ken. Put it on in."
Ken gritted his teeth and pushed his throbbing cock in a few more inches. Carol groaned again and rolled her hips in an apparent effort to help him get all the way in. He let out a little moan when his shaft was deep in the tight tunnel and he was pressed tightly against the yielding mounds of her ass. He leaned over and rested on her back, fighting desperately for control.
"The pain's gone, honey. There's a delightful warm glow now and I feel pleasantly stuffed. How does it feel to you?"
"Hot and tight," Ken said, feeling that he had himself under control, but knowing that he wouldn't be able to last long. "Are you ready, baby ?"
"Yes: Oh, yes! Give it to me!"
He drew his stiff cock out until only the head remained inside, then slowly shoved it up her asshole again. She squirmed, and he lifted and again grabbed her hips to give. himself better leverage. He began fucking her clinging rectum, driving his cock deep in rhythmical thrusts, his lower belly slapping against the soft moist lips of her cunt.
"Oh, Ken, it feels so good! I would have never believed that being corn-holed would feel so wonderful!"
"It feels damned good to me," Ken said. "So good, in fact, that I'm already getting close to cumming."
"Let it go any time," Carol said, matching his slow thrusts with movements of her own. "I've been practically balanced on the brink almost from the moment you shoved in."
Ken began to fuck faster and it was almost as if the clinging hot flesh in the dark depths were actually sucking at his cock. He again leaned far over her smooth back, reached under, and grasped both of her jiggling titties. In that way he was able to pull her to him as he slid his throbbing cock into her clutching ass-hole.
Carol began to hunch faster and Ken matched the tempo she obviously enjoyed even more. Soon he told her that he was going to blast off. He fleetingly thought about fingering her cunt and clit, but decided to find out if she could climax without being touched there.
He began pumping erratically and Carol cried out. He knew that she was having an orgasm, and he groaned as his cock jerked and jolted in her clutching asshole and flooded her bowels with hot j ism. He sagged over her back, they toppled over on their sides, and it was all of fifteen minutes before they found the strength to go to the bathroom.
They turned the light out when they returned to bed and kissed good night. But they woke up during the night and he got between her eagerly parted legs and fucked her sweet pussy until they were both once again happily exhausted.
CHAPTER TEN
Ken Mantell strode along the sidewalk on the way home from work. It was Friday and he had his paycheck in his pocket, but it didn't enter his mind to stop at a barroom to have it cashed or to get a beer. Two months had passed since the long weekend and the events that had changed his life and marriage so drastically.
The day after he and Carol had happily learned to enjoy complete sexual freedom of expression with each other they had been lucky enough to find an apartment, also furnished, despite the fact that it was Sunday. The place was small, but the rent was very reasonable and it was only eight blocks from the plant. He didn't have to bother with driving and Carol had the car during the day.
He had gone on to work the next day, after another happy, pleasure-filled night, and his wife had taken care of the other moving details. She hadn't seen Virginia or June while making a few trips in the car between the house and the apartment, but he had seen Floyd and George at the plant that day.
He had been a little nervous, after all he had sexed it up with both their wives, but there had been no problems. He had waited at the parking lot and met them after they got out of George's car. He had figured that it would be better to face them and get things settled as soon as possible.
They had greeted him cheerfully enough and he had been able to tell immediately that they had been told the more important details. He had told them right away that he had moved, and that he didn't want any trouble, but that if there was going to be any he wanted it to be right then.
Floyd had laughed and told him that since Virginia had enjoyed herself he had no complaints ; and George had told him seriously that June was free to do as she pleased. He had been far more embarrassed than his two ex-neighbors and had told them that he didn't give a damn what other people did as long as it didn't directly concern him or his wife.
Both men had said that they understood and that they could still be friends. He had said that was fine with him, but they had all known that was impossible. He still waved when he saw them, and a few times had stopped to chat with each one, but he never felt very comfort-able around them -- and he even got a little angry at times when he thought about them approving of their wives having sex with him on the chance that they might be able to fuck Carol.
Ken had found that his new relationship with Carol had changed his entire outlook on marriage and life in general. He didn't mind getting up each morning and going to work, as he had before, and he had even started thinking about seeing if he could get a promotion without having to kiss ass too damned much.
He wanted to save enough money to put down on a house as soon as possible -- and he and Carol had started talking about having a child. She had wanted to have a baby practically from the time that they had gotten married, but he hadn't wanted to be tied down to raising a family and hadn't wanted the responsibilities involved. The total sexual happiness he had been experiencing with Carol had somehow changed his mind about many things and he knew that Carol was also happier than she had ever been before.
The apartment was on the first floor in the rear of the large building. Ken used his key to open the door and found that Carol had already removed the chain. He found her in the small kitchen making a sandwich. They usually went out on Friday evenings, to dinner and to a movie, but he liked to eat a bite and have a beer before taking a shower and dressing.
He walked up behind her and patted her on the butt. She turned, put her arms around his neck, and returned his tender kiss. But as usual the feel and the taste of her soft, smooth lips caused him to turn the kiss into one of passion. Her tongue was right there to meet his and she strained against him when he slipped his hands down and clasped her firm ass. She was wearing a thin dress and panties and as he squeezed her thinly covered buttocks his cock began to lift into an erection.
She broke the passionate kiss and pulled her face back, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "Eat your sandwich and give me a little sweet-talk and I just might join you in the shower."
He grinned. "You would gladly join me without any kind of talk, hot-stuff, but I will say that, if you don't stop rubbing against me, I'll eat your sweet pussy right here and now and forget the sandwich."
"It wouldn't be the first time," she said, smiling and slipping a hand down between their bodies. She grasped his stiffening cock through his clothes. "You had better eat some solid food to keep up your strength, though, because your hot-ass wife just might want two loads before going out to dinner."
"You're too much," he said teasingly. "I work hard all day at the shop and then I have to come home and fuck and suck and be sucked practically all the time until it's time to go back to work."
"You poor man," Carol said, releasing his erect penis and stepping back. She patted his cheek. "It's really terrible to have such a horny husband, you know. Always having to drop my panties and open my mouth to make sure that he doesn't find another equally eager female makes me glad that I am hot-stuff."
"I'm glad that we can kid around without being afraid of hurting each other's feelings," Ken said, sitting down at the table. "I would like to get serious for a couple of minutes, though."
Carol silently got a can of beer from the refrigerator, popped the top, and placed it on the table. Ken took a drink and started eating the thick roast beef sandwich. Still silent, Carol sat down across from him. He had meant to bring up two serious subjects, but he had been debating with himself about bringing up one of them. He still wasn't sure that it would be wise to accept the loan without interest that her parents had offered to help with a down payment on a house. But maybe he was trying to be too independent and keeping his wife from having what she wanted
"I've decided to leave it up to you about the loan your folks offered, Carol. Maybe I did wrong by refusing it and if you still think we. should accept it will be all right with me."
"The interest rates on property will never get any lower, Ken. We're just collecting worthless rent receipts now and we could at least be building up an equity in a house. It will be a long time before we can swing a deal on our own and my folks have money they don't need and aren't using."
"Then it's settled," Ken said.
Carol beamed. "Do you have to work tomorrow? I would like to go see the folks about the money right away."
"We'll go Sunday," Ken said. "I am supposed to work tomorrow and I had better not take off. I've just about decided to start bucking for a promotion, honey. Oh, I'm not going to suck-ass for a better job, but I think it might be possible to get ahead without tossing too much of my pride out the window."
"Don't ever do that," Carol said seriously. "Money isn't all-important, you know, and I've heard too many stories about what people have to do to make it big."
"Don't worry, baby. I'm not the type to try and use your body to get ahead."
"And I'm not the type to let my body be used for such a purpose," Carol said, standing.
"I appreciate that fact very much," Ken said. "Just as I still appreciate the fact that you didn't raise hell when you found me tied to the bed."
"Sometimes I think we owe some of our present happiness to Virginia and June," Carol said. "Not that I would be so forgiving if something like that happened again!"
Ken finished his beer and got to his feet. His cock had lost most of its hardness, but he knew that it would be ready when needed. He decided to wait about telling Carol that it was all right with him if she wanted to stop practicing birth control.
He wanted a child, maybe even two or three in the future, but he was a little afraid that it might put an end to their newly found sexual happiness. Not so much during the pregnancy, as that wouldn't put a stop to all forms of sex -- and he didn't look upon himself as some kind of a sex-nut unable to do without fucking -- but he had heard about women changing toward the husband after a baby was born --
"What's wrong, Ken? Have you changed your mind about the loan?"
Realizing that he had been standing there staring at his lovely wife while lost in his thoughts, Ken smiled and said that he had just been thinking about how much fun he'd had even while spread-eagled and tied hand and foot.
"Just for that you can take your shower by yourself!"
Knowing that Carol was pretending. anger, Ken laughed and hurried from the kitchen. The bathroom was small, but it had a tub and a shower stall. He had fucked Carol in a tub almost full of water a few times and they had both enjoyed the novelty of it. Putting his cock in before going under the water, and not pulling out too far while making his thrusts, had kept the lubricating juices from being washed away. Each time there had been the task of mopping up the water that had. splashed out of the tub during the fucking sessions, but it had been worth the trouble.
By the time Ken had stripped himself naked, his big cock was thrusting stiffly. He adjusted the spray of water until it was luke warm, then stepped into the tiny stall and pulled the curtain. He knew that Carol would be there-soon, but he wanted to get clean before she did join him. The soap would be used again, but mostly in a playful and exciting manner.
Ken had soaped and scrubbed himself all over and was rinsing when Carol opened the curtain. She was naked and had put a bathing cap over her blonde hair. She squeezed into the stall and he moved over so that she could get under the spray and she closed the curtain. He fondled her jutting breasts and the nipples were erect when he turned the water off.
He took the bar of soap and worked up a lather on her lovely taut-tipped mounds. She pressed her firm titties against his massaging hands and he licked her wet lips. She darted her tongue against his and he slipped the bar of soap down over her belly to her crotch. He worked up a lather by rubbing over her blonde bush, then put the soap on the tray.
Cupping her crotch, he inserted a soapy finger into her tight cunt. She mashed her mouth to his and he accepted her tongue. He sucked on her slippery oral instrument while slowly finger-fucking her twat. She grabbed his poking cock and stroked the hard flesh while hunching along with his probing finger.
He pulled his finger from her pussy, rolled it around until he had more soap lather on the digit, reached under, and poked against the anal button. She broke the feverish, tongue-sucking kiss and moaned. He pushed his soapy finger past the tight ring and began finger-fucking her asshole. Her eyes blazing, she wriggled her ass and clamped down on his pistoning finger.
They had discovered that her rectum was very tough, as well as very sensitive, and he had learned to enjoy anal coition. He saw the desire registering in her beautiful eyes and removed his finger from her clutching asshole.
He began putting a lather on his stiff cock and she turned her back to him, saying that it would only take a few thrusts to make her melt. He had fucked her before going to work that morning so he knew that he could corn-hole her for a minute or two without ejaculating.
Moving back against the cool and wet wall so that Carol could bend over and hold onto her ankles, Ken placed the blunt end of his soapy prick against the puckered orifice. He felt her relax, pushed, and the crown popped in. He put his hands on her hips and shoved his rigid organ deep into the tight tunnel. She groaned and he waited a few seconds before beginning his thrusts.
When he did start fucking her clinging ass-hole with rhythmic thrusts, she moaned with pleasure. He reached around and under and stimulated her stiffened clit with a soapy finger. She shuddered through an orgasm within thirty seconds and about the same number of thrusts. He pulled out immediately, before he had found it necessary to fight for control, and turned the spray of water back on.
He washed his cock and Carol straightened and washed herself. They then embraced under the spray of water, kissed, and he turned the water off. They stepped out of the stall, got towels, and dried themselves in silence. His cock didn't lose any of its hardness.
Carol removed the bathing cap, dropped her towel at Ken's feet, and kneeled before him and his jutting cock. She grasped the thick base with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and cupped his sperm-filled testicles with her other hand. She laved the flat of her tongue over the blood-engorged glans and Ken ran his fingers over her silky-soft blonde hair.
She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the big knob. She twirled her tongue and squeezed his heavy balls. He hunched forward and drove his cockhead deeper into her hot mouth. She began sucking, moving her head forward and backward, and he listened to the hungry sucking sounds her mouth made sliding on the rigid wet rod.
His young wife had really become an expert. at the art of fellatio, he thought. She had every nerve in his body tingling. He knew that she got great pleasure out of sucking his cock and didn't just do it to please him. He had never had his cock sucked by any other woman or girl with as much loving affection. He thought about telling her to go ahead and suck his dick to a spurting finish, but decided against it. He wanted to prong her sweet pussy before they went out to dinner and to a movie and he didn't want to ejaculate more than once before they left.
"Let's go to the bedroom, honey."
Carol immediately stopped sucking and pulled her mouth from Ken's throbbing cock. He put his hands under her smoothly shaven armpits and helped her to her feet. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and let her slip to her feet. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her close and jabbed his tongue into her shallow belly button.
She put her hands on his head and stroked his thick hair. He trailed his parted lips and darting tongue down to the edge of her soft blonde mane, lifted over the curly hairs, and blew his breath on the delectable cuntal lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp and a little gasp drifted down from the lips above.
He slipped his hands inward from her hips and parted the moist and slightly puffy pussy lips with his thumbs. He stuck out his tongue and slithered it into the hot palpitating channel and lapped up to her unhooded clitoris. He tongued that erect organ a few times, then pulled his head back and suggested that they get on the bed.
When Carol was on her back on the bed, having moved willingly and eagerly, Ken straddled her lovely nakedness on his hands and knees. He began feasting upon her beautiful breasts, tonguing and sucking one stiff nipple and then the other, going back and forth, taking time to kiss and lick down in the deep valley.
He used his hands to caress her firm titties at the same time and she again stroked his head with her fingers. When he felt her apply a little pressure on his head, he walked backward on his hands and knees, tracing intricate little designs with his tongue on her slowly squirming body.
Licking out over one of her rounded hips, he went lower and began tonguing her sleek inner thighs when she parted her long, shapely legs. He again went to her wet velvety cunt, snaked his tongue into the tight, clinging twat and swabbed the folds of hot, quivering flesh.
He licked, and sucked, and gobbled, while Carol writhed her hips and moaned. Her hands again went to his head, her fingers digging into his scalp, and he went to her stiffened clit with his tongue and with his lips. Clasping her wriggling buttocks with his fingers, he lapped and sucked until she climaxed and wracking spasms seized control of her body.
Ken kept on with his lavish oral attentions until Carol sagged limply. He pulled his hands from under her ass and lifted his head when she removed her clutching fingers. She had her eyes closed and he rested a cheek on one of her rounded thighs. His cock was throbbing and he was ready to start the thrilling trip toward his own climax, but he wanted to give his darling wife a chance to recover from her spasmodic orgasm.
"We're really two very lucky people, aren't we, Ken?"
He lifted his head and met Carol's bright blue eyes. "Yes, and since I have an idea that our marriage is going to last a long, long time, honey, I want to leave something else up to you."
"Let me guess," she said, smiling happily.
"All right," he said, knowing that she knew what he meant, happy because even their minds seemed to be in perfect harmony.
"I won't take another pill," Carol said. "I know that you're afraid things might change after our baby is born, Ken, but please don't worry about that. There will be some changes, of course, but not where sex is concerned. Not on my part, anyway. Maybe you will change when you become a proud father and --"
"Never," Ken cut in, lifting and moving up to bury his pulsating prick. He met her eyes as she reached down to do the guiding. "We are very lucky, baby, but we have also worked at creating our happiness. Not that this is work, of course!"
He had buried his throbbing cock in her clasping cunt. She put her arms around his neck, pulled his mouth to hers, and moved along with his slow thrusts. He felt that she was agreeing with his words in the best of all possible ways -- and he hoped that their luck and their happiness would go on and on and on.
