The tongue sliding over my cockhead was hot and wet. The lips that followed, squeezing and sucking, were even better. I ran my fingers through Toni's silky blonde hair and urged her to take me deeper. She did so, allowing me to touch the back of her throat, moaning around my meat at the same time.
She pulled her mouth off of me briefly. My dick jutted up out of my lap, glistening with her spit. She pumped me slowly, using her fingers to smear the wetness up and down my entire shaft. And then I was in her mouth again, that busy tongue brushing my nerve bundle one minute and probing into my piss slit the next. At the same time, her warm hands cradled my balls, kneading them lovingly.
Now I was the one moaning as a gusher of pre-cum bubbled up and out.
Again, she released me and rubbed my wet knob back and forth across her lips like a giant lipstick. Another load of pre-cum oozed from me and mixed with her spit. When she lifted her face, we were still connected by a long, silvery strand of the mixture of our fluids.
"Do you fuck as good as you taste?" she asked. "Let's find out," I answered.
My voice shook as badly as the hands that reached for her. As I maneuvered her onto her back on the bed, I thought of her husband. How many times I had seen them together jogging around the neighborhood and envied him for having this all to himself! I didn't even dare dream that I had a chance.
God, Toni was beautiful!
Her long, blonde hair clung to her sweaty skin and her small but firm breasts jiggled seductively with every movement. Long legs, tanned, muscular and strong, opened for me eagerly. My eyes traveled down her supple, young body to the base of her flat stomach where there were more blonde curls. This patch of gold was halved neatly by two swollen lips.
She moaned and humped upward impatiently.
Even as I watched, her clit became visible, erect and throbbing. The tiny mouth of her cunt, wet and sucking, beckoned to me. Her heady woman-scent reached my nose and my dick throbbed with anticipation. It was so hard, it hurt, and my balls ached.
I knelt between her legs, giving her just the tip of my rod. She moaned again and I echoed that throaty sound as her scalding oils coated my cockhead.
"I want it all," she whispered, humping upward again.
"All of what?" I asked, giving her another inch or so.
"All of your cock," she answered readily. Up until then, she had been looking down to where we were joined. Now her big blue eyes met mine. They glittered feverishly, glazed with lust.
Hearing the word come from this petite beauty thrilled me. My hips thrust forward involuntarily and another two inches disappeared inside of her.
"Beg for it," I grunted, forcing myself to remain motionless.
"Please, give me your big cock," she whimpered. Her pussy sucked noisily on me and she shuddered through a mini-cum. "My pussy needs to be stuffed with your meat."
Over half of my dick was buried between her legs now. I could see it stretching her pink lips wide and I could feel her strong, inner muscles pulling at me. Holding my breath, I covered her breasts with both hands, palming the nipples.
"Your cock is so big," she moaned, louder than before. Her eyes were closed and her pretty face was a mask of concentration. "I need to cum so bad. Please, baby, make me cum all over your big dick."
By the time she finished the last sentence, I was buried to the hilt. My balls were nestled against her ass and her pussy stroked my dick like a thousand fingers. I slid my hands down her body and up underneath her ass, pulling her even closer.
"Fuck me," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around me. "Fuck me."
That set me in motion. I withdrew until only my cockhead remained between her lips. My shaft was dripping wet and even harder than before. I drove myself into her again, hard enough to make both of us grunt. She took everything I had and reached for more, grinding her body against mine. Soon, we were moving together like a well-oiled machine.
"Give me that dick," she grunted as she bucked against me. "Give me that big fucking dick."
Her words thrilled me almost as much as the hot, tight pussy wrapped around my cock. As our excitement increased, our steady rhythm accelerated. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as I churned her juices to a froth. The bed danced with our furious fucking. Her throaty sounds of pleasure grew louder and louder.
"Cumming!" she squealed. "Jesus, I'm cumming!"
Determined to please Toni, I held my breath and tried to concentrate on anything except the woman gyrating wildly beneath me. I rode high on her mound, smashing her clit between us again and again. Her pussy pulsed around my plunging dick and her natural lubrication bubbled up and out.
Slowly, she returned to reality. Her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. Her cunt was still clutching at my dick but not quite as frantically as before.
"You're still hard," she breathed.
I nodded. "The better to fuck you with, my dear."
Again, my thoughts returned to her husband. A million questions flooded my brain. Did he please her like this? I wanted to ask, but she smiled, pulled my face toward hers and kissed me. She sucked on the tip of my tongue and then gave me hers in return.
"Get on top," I whispered when we came up for air. "I want to watch you ride."
I found myself on my back with the beautiful blonde squatting on top of me. Her hot pussy hovered over my cockhead for a heartbeat and then she lowered her body, squeezing me as I slithered deep inside. She gasped just as she had before when I filled her to capacity, and her ragged breathing matched mine.
"Damn, you're so hot and tight," I muttered. Thrusting upward gently, I squeezed her ass with both hands.
"You make me so wet," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Toni lifted herself off of me and then sank back down again several times. I watched the muscles in her thighs ripple with every movement and then gazed up at her perfect, pear-shaped breasts. The nipples looked to be as big as my thumb and I reached for them.
Without missing a stroke, the young woman leaned forward, dangling her luscious globes in my face. She allowed me to tongue first one and then the other. When the candy-pink nubs were gleaming wetly, I captured them in my hands and sucked both into my mouth at the same time.
"Yeah," she breathed. Her pussy slid up and down my pole even faster. "Sucking and fucking at the same time."
She was even hotter inside than before. As her excitement increased, her pussy grew tighter and tighter. Her throaty sounds of pleasure filled the room.
Again, I let my thoughts wander along with my hands. I squeezed her sweaty hips with both hands, pulling her down against me even harder. I met her stroke for stroke. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she climaxed.
Toni slammed her body against mine and worked her hips in a wicked little circle. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, sucking hard. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to regain control of myself. My whole body was screaming for release.
My balls had already moved into firing position and were full of boiling spunk.
"Turn around," I whispered when she had calmed down somewhat. "I want to see everything."
She did as I asked, whimpering as she lifted herself off of me and turned around. Now I could watch from the rear as she knelt over me, spreading her legs wide. I held my cock steady by the base with one hand and parted her lips with the other. Both of us moaned when I was inside of her steamy snatch again.
"It feels so good," she groaned as she moved up and down slowly.
"And it looks good," I told her. "Come on, baby, ride it."
With a little sound, she began moving faster, taking me even deeper than before. There was no way I could lie still, not with that hot cunt sliding up and down my cock. I thrust upward steadily, spearing her hungry hole with my cock again and again. At the same time, I squeezed her ass cheeks together tightly. Then I pulled them wide. Her little wet ass-hole winked at me and I teased it with my thumb.
"I like that," she moaned, humping me even faster. "Rub my ass-hole."
Within the next few minutes, my thumb was buried in her rectum past the first knuckle.
"Yes, baby, yes," she hissed, her pussy squeezing me again.
I knew there would be no holding back this time. The cum had already streaked all the way up my shaft and was simmering dangerously close to the head.
"Cumming!" Her pussy began to pulse and her ass clamped down on my thumb.
I roared and bucked upward, driving myself to the hilt.
The chimes of the doorbell were distant, but loud enough to jerk me back to reality with a thud.
I opened my eyes to find myself alone.
Instead of being in the bedroom, I was in the living room. I was sitting on a stool I'd pulled up to the window so I could watch Toni jog by the house. My shorts were tangled around my ankles, my bare chest covered with sweat.
And instead of my gorgeous neighbor's tight pussy wrapped around my dick, it was my own hand.
The doorbell rang again. "Lucas, are you all right?"
The voice belonged to another neighbor. At the request of my wife, Liz (and several other neighbors) stopped by every afternoon to make sure I had everything I needed. Right after the accident that broke my ankle, I was in so much pain, I didn't care whether anyone was there or not. Then, as the weeks passed and I began to heal, I found myself looking forward to their visits.
But not this time!
I was still hard as a rock, my fantasy about Toni receding slowly. Spotting a blanket on the sofa, I hobbled in that direction. I had just pulled it over my lap and flipped on the TV when she entered the room.
"Were you asleep?" she asked.
"Sort of," I lied.
"When you didn't answer the door, I was worried that you'd fallen and hurt yourself or something," she explained, a smile of relief warming her lean face. "I let myself in with the key Peg gave me."
Liz was tall with long arms and legs, tanned from many hours working in her yard. Her dark hair was very short and she always wore jeans and T-shirts. I couldn't remember ever seeing her in a dress or even shorts. There was a rumor around the neighborhood that she was having an affair with another woman and that her husband approved.
Despite her rugged, not-so-feminine appearance, I found her attractive. Over the past few weeks, I had also discovered that she was quite intelligent, and enjoyed her dry sense of humor. I'd even been tempted to ask her about the rumors, but somehow the timing had never been right.
"No, I'm fine," I assured her.
I adjusted the blanket, making sure it did not give away my aroused state. My dick was as hard as before, but it had stopped throbbing.
"Do you want a snack or anything?" she asked, looking a little concerned. Normally, we shared a cup of coffee and some conversation.
"Really, Liz, I'm just fine. I had a big lunch," I insisted, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.
She looked a little hurt. "Okay, if you're sure," she said and stood up.
"I'm positive," I said, forcing a smile and trying not to sound relieved.
"Peg asked me to lay out some chicken for supper," she said as she started from the room.
That's when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were tiny, almost nonexistent, but the shadow of her little, dark nipples seemed to burn a hole in my brain even after she left the room.
While listening to her moving around in the kitchen, I slipped a hand under the blanket and squeezed my dick. It began to throb again almost immediately. Glancing toward the doorway, I parted my legs slightly and cupped my bloated balls with my other hand. They were even fuller than before. I closed my eyes and pictured Liz naked, fondling her tiny breasts with both hands. My hand moved slowly up and down my dick.
"Well, that should do it," she said, striding back into the room.
I jumped in surprise and released my cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my underwear lying on the floor just under the edge of the sofa. I prayed that Liz didn't notice.
"Lucas, are you sure you're okay?" she asked, placing the back of her hand against my forehead.
Her fingers felt cool against my feverish flesh. I hoped she didn't realize I was trembling.
"Are you taking some different medication or something? Running a fever? Your eyes look downright glassy."
"I've just been lying around here too long," I said. "I'll be fine once I can get back to work."
Liz wasn't completely convinced, but she was putting on her jacket, preparing to leave. "Peg will be home soon, but you call me if you need anything."
"I will," I promised.
I remained motionless, hardly daring to breathe until the sound of her car faded. Then I sank down deeper into the cushions of the sofa and pushed the blanket aside. My dick jutted proudly toward the ceiling, harder than before. It seemed to grow even longer when I stroked it and the knob turned a deep red color. Precum bubbled from the tip. I caught the fluid in my palm and moaned as I smeared it into my shaft.
I had not masturbated since my marriage to Peg eight years earlier and then it had never been an everyday occurrence. Actually, for the past few years, both of us had been so busy building our careers (she works for a law firm and I supervise several projects at a time for a large construction company) that sex had become routine, something we did almost like a habit.
Suddenly, though, unable to do anything but stay home and recuperate from a broken ankle, sex was all I could think about. When I'd spotted Toni jogging earlier that day, my fantasies had gotten the better of me.
Closing my eyes, I allowed my fantasies to return full force. Only, this time, it wasn't the beautiful blonde Toni sliding up and down my dick. It was Liz. She held her hairless lips wide with two fingers as she straddled me. Her talented pussy literally sucked me up inside.
"Now, that's what I call a dick," she moaned as she began moving up and down.
In reality, it was my hand flying up and down my pole, my fingers squeezing rhythmically, putting just enough pressure on the end. I moaned as more pre-cum oozed out of my dick and ran down the sides. Soon, one leg was over the back of the sofa, the other resting on the coffee table. I humped my hand with abandon.
"Suck his balls." That would be Liz barking commands to her female lover, Toni.
I squeezed my balls, coaxing the cum up into my shaft. My grunts of pleasure filled the room and mingled with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as my fantasy continued. "Rim his ass-hole."
Beautiful, blonde Toni would obey and I teased my sensitive ass-hole with my long finger pretending it was her tongue.
"Tongue his ass," she growled as the first tremors of climax shook her.
I was the one growling. The hand flying up and down my dick was nothing but a white blur. I pushed my finger into my ass and wiggled it around in a small circle.
"Fuck," I grunted as hot cum streaked toward the end of my dick. "Fuck, fuck."
Liz humped faster. Toni's tongue wormed its way deeper into my ass.
With a low roar, I bucked upward one last time and exploded. Stream after stream of hot spunk blasted from the end of my dick, flying high into the air. They landed with little wet splats on my chest and stomach and thighs. It felt like the whole end of my dick blew off, so thrilling I did not want it to end. My ass-hole squeezed my finger hard.
Even after the spurting stopped, I continued pumping myself, milking every drop from my now-empty balls. Moaning softly, I watched as the white fluid ran down over my fingers, puddling in the dark hairs of my crotch. Finally, I pulled my finger from my ass-hole and forced myself back to earth.
I must have dozed off for a while, because when I woke up, it was beginning to get dark outside. Peg would be home soon and I needed to get cleaned up.
Folding the blanket neatly on the end of the sofa, I grabbed my discarded underwear and limped toward the bathroom. There, I wrapped a plastic bag around my cast and stepped into a hot shower-and started thinking about Liz and Toni again.
By the time I dried off and put on clean clothes, I was half-hard and more than ready for my wife to come home. We hadn't had sex since the accident, and I was going to make up for lost time!
CHAPTER TWO
"Lucas, I'm home."
At the sound of Peg's voice, I put down the book I'd been reading on my lap, hoping to hide my erection as long as possible. "I'm in the bedroom."
She came into the room, bent over and kissed my forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," I answered. Her perfume teased my nose and I caught a glimpse of cleavage. "How was your day?"
"Crazy as always," she said with a little smile. Kicking off her shoes, she removed her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse. "I'll get dinner ready as soon as I change."
"Peg," I began, trying to keep my voice calm, "Remember how you used to strip for me?"
She froze. "Yes."
"Do it now."
"My, my, you must be feeling better," she said as she moved toward the foot of the bed. Her green eyes were twinkling and she swayed back and forth slightly while toying with that same button.
In response, I pushed the book off of my lap. My cock throbbed against the front of my shorts, the knob peeping up out of the waistband.
"Ummmm," she said with a wink, and licked her lips hungrily.
At long last, Peg continued unbuttoning her blouse. She held it closed until the last minute and then pulled it open. I caught only a glimpse of the full, lacy cups of her bra before she turned her back to me. Looking over her shoulder, she gave me that same, teasing wink.
I took a deep breath, gave my cock a promising squeeze and settled back to watch the show.
Peg removed her blouse completely and turned to face me again with both hands over her breasts. Reaching behind, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide slowly down her hips. The thin bra she wore only enhanced her big nipples. Her slip followed, landing in a silken puddle around her ankles.
I watched every smooth, graceful movement as she peeled her pantyhose down her long legs. She placed one foot on the edge of the bed and peeled the sheer fabric off of her dainty feet and ankles. That left her wearing only her skimpy panties and matching bra.
"Do you want to see more?" she asked, slipping both hands between her slender thighs.
"Of course," I croaked. "I want to see it all, baby."
My wife chuckled softly, but I knew she was as turned on I was. She turned her back to me again, wiggling her panty-covered ass in my direction as she unhooked her bra. I watched her work the straps off her shoulders and then toss the garment aside, knowing that when she turned around again, her luscious breasts would be bared to my gaze.
Then, suddenly, I realized I could see her reflection in the mirror over the dresser. She knew it, too, and pulled at her nipples playfully to make them even stiffer than they already were. Moaning, softly, she ran her hands down her hips, over her ass, and then back up her inner thighs. She squeezed her mound hard.
"Show me that pretty pussy," I said, trying not to sound too urgent. At the same time, I pulled my shorts down to my knees, freeing my aching cock. The tip was already wet with excitement.
Peg smiled into the mirror, hooked her thumb in the sides of her panties and pulled them slowly downward. The first thing I saw was her naked ass, milky white and perfectly shaped. Then my gaze strayed to the mirror again, where her triangle of dark curls was clearly visible.
"You like looking at my pussy, don't you?" she said, still looking in the mirror.
"You've got the prettiest one in town," I told her.
She bent forward slightly and parted her legs, giving me a only a teasing glimpse of pink lips surrounded by dark hair. Then she squeezed her ass again, pulling the cheeks wide, exposing herself to me lewdly. I had a startling flashback to when I had fantasized about seeing Toni like that. In the mirror, her breasts swung back and forth slowly. My dick began to throb.
I waited until my wife dipped a finger into her pussy and pulled it out. It was wet and I caught a whiff of her musky scent.
"Show me your clit," I whispered hoarsely.
Peg stood up straight, squatted slightly. Using her fingers, she parted her furry patch. In the mirror, I could see her erect clit and the glistening pink inner lips of her cunt. Watching herself in the mirror, she licked the finger that had been inside of her moments before and used that to rub her clit gently.
She gasped.
I moaned softly.
"Sometimes, I like to watch myself cum," she whispered, fondling her breast with one hand.
Surprise kept me from saying a word. I had no idea that Peg masturbated and I certainly never dreamed that she watched herself.
My wife rubbed her clit a few moments longer and then slid the finger deep into her pussy.
It was a thrill watching her in the mirror. Her eyes glazed over with lust. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips seductively. To my surprise, she moved even closer to the mirror and kissed her reflection.
"But right now, I really need your tongue," she said, as if coming to a sudden decision.
Abruptly, she pulled the finger from her cunt and turned around. It was all I could do to keep my hands off of myself as she stepped up on the bed and walked toward me. When she was standing over my chest, she squatted slowly, spreading her thighs outward. Now, I was staring right into the wet mouth of her cunt. It was pulsing slowly and her clit had begun to throb.
"I know you want to taste it," she purred in a husky, throaty voice.
In answer, I slid my hands over her ass and pulled her toward my mouth. Clear juices clung to the hairs surrounding her honey hole. I inhaled deeply, wanting to savor every aspect of her sex.
"I can feel your hot breath," she whispered, shuddering slightly.
I teased her for another few moments, running my nose through her bush. And then I stuck out my tongue and wiggled the tip against her clit.
"Don't tease me, Lucas," she gasped, and shuddered again. "I need to feel your tongue."
Parting her slippery wet lips with both hands, I pressed the tip of my tongue against her liquid center. The tiny hole pulsed and a fresh flood of those familiar sweet/tangy juices poured into my mouth. She tasted wonderful as always and I pushed my tongue deeper, eager for more.
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered. "Oh, God, that feels so good." Her hips began to rock rhythmically. "Don't stop."
By this time, I was flicking my tongue in and out, thrusting it deep and then working the end back up over her clit. I had no intention of stopping.
And then suddenly, to my surprise, Toni flitted through my thoughts. In my mind's eye, I could see our beautiful blonde neighbor smiling down at me as she squatted over my face, offering herself to me freely. Her hairs would be a damp, tangled mess, her clit huge, her lips swollen and wet. I imagined how she would taste and my dick jerked.
"Cumming!"
It was Peg's guttural sound of release, but it was Toni squirming around on the end of my tongue like a fish on a hook. I drove my tongue as deep into her steamy slot as I could and rubbed her clit furiously. At the same time, I worked a finger into her hot ass-hole. I knew that would heighten my wife's pleasure, prolong her orgasm. Her pussy continued to pulse and flutter around my tongue.
At last, she lifted herself off of my face and collapsed on the bed beside me. Thoughts of Toni disappeared as I watched Peg's sweaty breasts rise and fall with her ragged breathing. Giving both of us a little time to calm down, I fondled her fleshy globes. She began kissing me, moaning at the taste of herself on my lips, and her legs parted readily for my exploring fingers.
"You must be feeling better," she whispered.
Wrapping her warm hands around my prong, she stroked it slowly.
"And just as soon as I'm inside of that sweet pussy of yours, I'm going to feel much better," I told my wife.
She laughed softly and kissed me again. "Anyway you want it, big boy."
"I want it any way I can get it," I told her.
Peg was already crawling on top of me again. This time, she held my cock steady by the base and squatted over my lower body. Her wet pussy hovered just over the end of my dick. A thin stream of her oils drooled out of her splayed cunt, dripping down onto me. I could feel the heat of her body before she even touched me. Both of us gasped when the head was tucked neatly inside.
"You always feel so good inside of me," she moaned.
Instead of answering, I thrust upward gently, urging her to take me deeper. Peg slid an inch or so lower and stroked my cockhead with her talented inner muscles. That only made me want more. I humped upward again.
She groaned as she continued to slide downward, not stopping until I was buried to the hilt.
I lost all touch with reality for a few moments as my cock was sheathed in hot, wet pulsing velvet. When I forced myself back to earth, my wife had leaned forward and was kissing me tenderly. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I sucked it briefly. Then I gave her mine and groaned because her pussy was squeezing my dick at the same time.
We came up for air and Peg dangled her nipples in front of my face, offering me first one and then the other. I licked the tiny buds until they gleamed wetly. And all the while, my hands were moving, kneading the firm muscles of her ass and thighs.
At last, she began moving. Lifting herself off of me, she teased both of us for a few seconds and then sank down onto me again.
"God, Lucas, your dick is so big!" she gasped.
Again, my thoughts strayed. I closed my eyes. Now Liz was riding me up and down, up and down, her body moving faster by the minute. Her tiny breasts did not bounce or jiggle and her long legs were squeezing my hips forcefully.
Little grunts of pleasure filled the room, but it was Liz's snug pussy that squeezed me tighter and tighter. She was so hot inside, I felt like my dick was going to melt. Her juices boiled out, sliding down my cock and balls. And then I began having an imaginary conversation in my head.
"And you thought another pussy was the only way you could cheat," I said as I began bucking upward to meet her strokes.
"Not even the dildo can make me feel like this," she whimpered.
"Don't kid me," I told her. "You want that dildo up your ass-hole at the same time."
"God, yes, Lucas. I want it! I need it!"
At first, I thought that was Liz answering me in my daydream, but it was Peg. It wasn't Liz's pussy that had begun to pulse either; it was my wife's.
"Fuck me, baby," she howled as she rode me faster and faster.
I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down against me. At the same time, I thrust upward, feeling that familiar tug behind my balls. If I didn't stop soon, I was going to lose what little control I had.
"Lucas," Peg hissed. The moment her climax hit, she slammed her body against mine.
It was too late to stop. With a growl, I exploded deep inside of her, spraying her pussy with the entire contents of my balls. That sent her to an even higher level of excitement. She began moving up and down again, milking me with her pussy.
When our eyes met again, she was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. I was still hard!
"I hope you can stand a little more of this," I told her, thrusting upward gently.
Peg was obviously pleasantly surprised. She slipped off of me and sat there for a moment, gazing at my sex-slick cock jutting proudly toward the ceiling. The knob was a bright red and I felt as if I hadn't climaxed in hours instead of moments. When she stroked it with her fingers, it began to throb. And when she began licking me, I could do nothing but lie there and groan.
Closing my eyes, I imagined Toni licking Liz's juices off of my prick. Liz was tonguing my balls.. The two women would kiss deeply and then turn their attention to me again, one swallowing my cock, the other my balls.
"Can you get on top?" Peg asked.
The sound of her voice jerked me back to reality. I opened my eyes to see her nodding toward my cast.
"I think so," I said.
She lay down on her back and reached for me. The movement wasn't as smooth as usual, but I managed to get between her wide-spread legs. I could see my cum oozing from her hole and sliding down her crack. With both hands, she guided me to her pussy. As soon as her scalding oils coated my knob, I grunted and buried myself ball-deep with one thrust.
Despite the fact that her cunt was overflowing with my load, she still felt tight. Knowing how much she loved to feel my chest hairs against her nipples, I lowered some of my weight onto her. We kissed, too, long and deep, while Peg wrapped her legs around me.
I imagined myself like this with Toni, knowing that our vivid contrast in coloring would look erotic. I pictured my black pubic hairs entwined with her blonde ones and my cock stretching her pink lips wide.
Warm hands slid down my sweaty back to my ass, urging me to start moving.
"Lucas." Hot breath hissed past my ear.
And a pussy, familiar and yet somehow strange, sucked on my dick. Without even realizing it, I was fucking her, slamming into her hard enough to make both of us grunt.
I kept my eyes closed, fighting for control. But I let the fantasy of Toni play itself out in my head. As if from a distance, I heard her voice calling my name over and over. The young woman beneath me clung to me with strong arms and legs, meeting me stroke for stroke. She took everything I had and begged for more. Her pussy was growing tight again, her movements becoming erratic. My balls slapped against her upturned ass wetly.
For a few moments, I could not distinguish between reality and fantasy. Was it Toni or Peg shouting out her pleasure? The only thing I was certain of at that moment was that my balls felt as if they were going to burst any second.
Finally, I opened my eyes and gazed down into my wife's pretty face. At this moment, it was contorted in ecstasy, waves of pleasure shaking her to her roots. This took me back into the real world and my orgasm eased off. While waiting for her to catch her breath, I licked the tender skin between her breasts. She tasted salty.
"You're still hard," she gasped, squeezing my erection with her strong pussy. I nodded.
"Got any ideas where you'd like this fucker next?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt as if I could last for hours.
"Just keep it right where it is," she whispered.
Pulling my face to hers, she kissed me. While our tongues battled furiously, I began fucking her again. This time, I was fucking Liz in my thoughts. I imagined her strong body bucking against mine, her pussy literally drawing the cum from my balls, up my shaft to the tip.
"Cum with me," she would breathe. "Cum with me."
And suddenly, the orgasm that I thought was hours away was right upon me. I grunted, fucking her even harder and faster than before. My balls moved into firing position. Hot spunk threatened to erupt any moment.
"Give me your cum, Lucas," Liz would coax. "Fill me up with your hot cum."
In the next heartbeat, I was pouring my load into her, unable to move or breathe or even think straight until it was all over.
After what seemed an eternity, I collapsed and reality flooded back. It was Peg's familiar warm hand stroking my shoulder, her pussy releasing me slowly, reluctantly, as I began to shrink. Yet, I could not help thinking about Liz and Toni and wondering why, suddenly, I was so attracted to these other women. Never before had I fantasized about another woman when I was with my wife. Then again, never before had I considered cheating.
"How do you know?" she asked, running her fingers over the tip of my shriveled prick.
"How do I know what?"
"That I have the prettiest pussy in town. Have you seen others?" Now she was running her nose through the hairs on my chest.
I was too surprised to answer for a few minutes. Even though I had never actually, physically cheated on my wife, it had been on my mind a great deal. "What if I have seen others?"
She shrugged. "I hadn't thought about it, but you have been alone at home with lots of different women lately. Their husbands have been at work. I've been at work. It's the perfect opportunity." Her tongue dipped into my navel, making me shiver.
"Baby," I began as I touched the top of her head, "I can guarantee you that the only pussy I've seen is yours."
What I could not guarantee her, though, was that it wasn't going to change. I had the feeling that I wasn't the only one in this neighborhood who got horny during the day. To keep her from asking more questions, I urged her to lick her way down to my crotch.
Peg couldn't ask questions with her mouth full.
CHAPTER THREE
By morning, I was horny again.
With visions of the beautiful blonde Toni filling my head, I stood by the window waiting for her. She arrived, right on schedule, and waved at me as she sprinted past the house. It was a good thing she couldn't see below my waist.
I spent the next half-hour masturbating, shooting my healthy load into a towel. Weak and trembling, I dozed on the sofa. When I woke up, there was a talk show on TV. It was all about couples confessing to each other that they had cheated.
I watched with interest. Most of them were in my age group (35 to 40) and most of the couples were having affairs with their neighbors. My fantasies grew by leaps and bounds.
Around lunch time, there was a knock at the door. On my way to answer it, I peeped out the window and smiled when I recognized the car in the driveway. It belonged to another neighbor, Polly.
"How's the ankle?" she asked when I opened the door for her.
"Getting better every day," I answered, noting that she was wearing a short, white tennis outfit that showed off her lean, tanned legs and her trim waistline.
I was wearing my usual outfit, jogging shorts and a T-shirt.
Polly had stopped by faithfully every day since my accident. She made sure I ate a good lunch, even though I was perfectly capable of fixing it myself. Despite the difference in our ages (15 years older than me), we became fast friends, talking easily about lots of different subjects. When Polly confessed that her husband, a busy banking executive, traveled a great deal, I realized she was simply lonely. Making my lunch was a way to keep herself occupied.
"I know you can make your own lunch, but.. . " She finished the sentence with a little smile and a shrug.
I motioned toward the kitchen. "Be my guest."
Polly squeezed my hand and practically skipped into our big, sunny kitchen. I followed a few steps behind, wondering why I'd never noticed her shapely ass before.
Settling on a stool at the bar, I propped my foot up on a chair. Sometimes, it still ached a little, but I had other things on my mind at the moment. We talked while she made sandwiches and heated soup. In the back of my mind, I thought about how pretty she was. Her short, dark hair framed her heart-shaped face with soft curls. When she smiled, which was often, dimples appeared in her cheeks and she had big, doe-like brown eyes, framed by long, black lashes.
"You're awfully pretty today," I said aloud. I hadn't meant to say that aloud. Realizing what I'd done, I held my breath.
To my surprise, she blushed prettily and dropped the spoons she had in her hand. "That's very sweet," she stammered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said sincerely.
She nodded and rinsed off the spoons. "It's just been a long time since anyone told me that," she answered. "Especially a handsome young man like you."
"Surely your husband tells you that," I said, half-seriously, half-teasing.
Polly did not look at me as she placed a bowl of steaming soup on the counter. She simply shook her head. "He's a very busy man."
"Too busy to tell his wife how beautiful she is?"
This time her eyes met mine. "Too busy for most everything."
The silence in the kitchen was almost tangible. She told me more in those few minutes than she had in all the weeks we'd been eating lunch together. And what I learned surprised and excited me at the same time. Polly was a beautiful woman, lonely, neglected and all but begging for my attention.
"Come over here," I said softly and stood up.
She moved slowly, her steps measured but not hesitant. When she was standing in front of me, arms by her sides, I could hear her soft, ragged breathing. Her light perfume filled my head. Taking her chin in my hand, I kissed her mouth tenderly.
Polly whimpered softly and her lips parted for my probing tongue. She looped her arms around me, her body inching so close that her breasts were just touching my chest. I slid my hands down her back, amazed at the taut muscles there. She sucked on my tongue, moaned and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck.
There was no turning back now!
As our kiss deepened, my hands moved lower, kneading the firm muscles in her ass. Now, the full length of her body was pressed against mine. Her heat mingled with mine to create an inferno of desire. I'll admit some of it was due to the fact that this was another man's wife. But most of it was Polly, warm and obviously willing. My cock was half-hard.
Finally, we came up for air. I nibbled her ear and kissed my way down her soft, white neck.
"My husband is the only man I've ever slept with," she confessed in a shaky voice.
I barely heard her over the pounding of my heart. My hands began roaming, caressing her womanly curves. She was soft where she should be and firm where it mattered most. My cock throbbed between us. Finally, I covered her breasts with both hands and looked into her eyes. Gold flecks flickered like little fires and she was even more beautiful than before.
"Then it's time you experienced a little variety," I told her. My voice was just as shaky.
She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts into my hands. At the same time, she worked her mound back and forth against my cock.
"It's been a long time," I guessed.
Polly nodded, swallowed hard and pulled my mouth to hers again. We kissed, tongues battling for what felt like an eternity. Up under her tennis skirt, her panties were damp. She moaned into my mouth and humped my exploring fingers. I sensed that her body had taken complete control over her senses.
"God, I'm so wet it's almost embarrassing," she breathed, holding onto my wrist with both hands.
"Don't be ashamed," I whispered. Pushing her panties up inside of her with two fingers, I pulled them out again. "You're even prettier this way."
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered as she shuddered.
It wasn't a lie. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes burned with desire and the scent of her heat was incredible. She licked her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. I wanted to taste every inch of her.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I eased them down off her hips. With her hands on my shoulders, she made no move to help me. She simply stood there trembling as I pushed the silky garment down her thighs. Once they reached her knees, they fell to the floor.
Polly lifted one foot slightly and kicked them aside. At that same moment, I slid my fingers back up her inner thighs toward her burning bush. She gasped when I ran my fingers through her short curls. That gasp turned into a moan when I teased her swollen lips. They parted easily at my touch and my fingertips were immediately coated with her thick oils. I pushed one teasing digit inside of her gently.
"Jesus," she breathed, and spread her legs even further apart.
Her musky scent was stronger now and my mouth watered. Moving awkwardly because of the cast on my ankle, I knelt on the floor in front of her. She watched me curiously but, again, did not stop me as I lifted her short skirt. Now I was at eye-level with her neatly trimmed black bush. Using my thumbs, I pried her lips apart gently. Her little clit peeped out shyly at me. Inside my shorts, my cock jerked in response.
Running my nose through her hairs, I inhaled her womanly aroma. She was moaning steadily, legs further apart and her body pressed toward my face. The moment my tongue touched her clit, she grunted and her whole body grew stiff. Then it began to vibrate.
Leaving her clit behind, I worked my tongue deeper into her slit. The tiny mouth of her pussy sucked on it hungrily and I pushed it deeper, eager to feel her reaction. Her oils had a strong but not unpleasant taste and I lapped them up noisily.
"Eat me," she groaned, her hips already beginning to move steadily. "Please, Lucas, eat me."
Sensing that her climax was not far away, I grabbed her ass with both hands and literally pulled her onto my tongue. I fucked her with it, driving it as deep as I could. Her lusty grunts filled the kitchen and I tongued her even faster. For some reason, I wondered what my wife would do if she happened to come home unexpectedly. Pushing that thought aside, I caught her clit between two fingers and pinched it to match the rhythm of my tongue.
"Uh!Uh!Uh!" she grunted.
And then she was cumming. Her juices flooded my mouth and her pussy squeezed my tongue forcefully. I continued kneading her ass with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other until she stepped away from me. Now, the eyes that gazed down into mine were glazed with lust, the fire dimmed somewhat, but still burning.
"Do you know how long it has been since I climaxed like that?" she asked, her voice breathless.
I shook my head and kissed her inner thighs tenderly.
"At least ten years," she answered.
"Your husband doesn't know what he's missing," I said honestly as I struggled to my feet.
She kissed my mouth. At the same time, she reached inside of my shorts and gave my throbbing cock a firm squeeze.
"Your tongue was wonderful, but I still want this," she said.
Her voice was somewhat soft and timid, but there was nothing shy about the look she was giving me. It was the look of a woman in need, a woman who had been alone way too long. There was nothing hesitant about her touch either. The fingers that curled around my prong became more demanding with every stroke.
"And I plan on giving you this," I answered, humping her hand. "Any way you want it."
"Let me lock the door and we'll go into the living room," she whispered, releasing me reluctantly.
"Sounds like a plan."
I limped into the living room and pulled off my shorts and T-shirt before taking a seat on the sofa. Polly stopped when she saw me leaning back against the cushions, my dick sticking straight up like an exclamation point.
Without a moment's hesitation, she removed the rest of her clothing, dropping them onto the floor as she approached me. Though heavy, her breasts were firm and uplifted. They jiggled only slightly with her movements. Her nipples were as big as my thumbs, especially after she began fondling them. Her waist was still narrow and her hips flared only enough to add to her hourglass figure. At the juncture of her thighs was the black patch I'd explored earlier with my tongue. My dick was aching to experience that, too.
"I'm so excited, it scares me," she whispered as curled her fingers around my prick. Several well-timed strokes brought pre-cum bubbling onto the tip. She caught it in her palm expertly and smeared it into my shaft.
"Just relax," I told her. I eased two fingers inside of her pussy, priming her for my dick.
Her eyes glazed with lust again. Continuing to hold my cock steady with one hand, she straddled my lap. I watched as she lowered herself onto me, spreading her legs even wider as she did so. Her clit was bigger than before and the mouth of her cunt was even hotter and wetter.
Polly closed her eyes and lowered her body slowly. Whether she was doing this to tantalize herself or whether she was just savoring the moment, I had no idea. All I knew, was that she held her breath as she continued sliding downward, taking me into her an inch or so at a time.
When she finally settled down onto me, she remained motionless. Her tight, wet pussy squeezed me rhythmically and I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls. To distract myself, I fondled her breasts, palming her sharp nipples. Then I slid my hands downward, cupping her ass, teasing her pussy from behind with my fingers.
"Your pussy is so hot," I breathed.
"Lucas," she whimpered, working her hips in a little circle.
Her breasts swayed back and forth in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipples.
"It feels like my dick is going to melt," I told her. Sinking deeper into the cushions, I thrust upward gently.
"Lucas," she moaned.
Squeezing her ass with both hands, I moved my head from one nipple to the other, sucking hard.
"Come on, show me how that pussy can suck my dick."
"Lucas," she grunted.
Polly lifted herself off of me until only my knob was trapped in her sucking cunt. Then she sank downward again, faster than before, but still more slowly than I wanted. I forced myself to remain motionless, to let her set her own pace.
"I love the way it feels," she whispered as she began moving faster.
I held my breath and fought for control.
"So big. So hard."
"Ride it, baby," I groaned. With just a thread connecting me to reality, I bucked upward to meet her. "Ride it hard."
"Oh, Lucas," Polly whimpered.
Sitting upright, she bounced up and down on top of me like she was riding a pogo stick. On every other downstroke, she worked her hips in a circle, grinding her clit against me. Her pussy squeezed me tighter and tighter, her breasts jiggled seductively. The sound of our bodies slapping together wetly reached my ears.
The spunk was leaping from ball to ball threatening to erupt when her climax hit. Her body grew stiff and her throaty grunts filled the room. All I could do is lay there and watch while she jerked out of control, her face a mask of concentration.
"I need to cum again," she whispered, almost before she caught her breath.
Without waiting for my reply, she lifted herself off of me. After stroking my sex-slick cock briefly, she licked the knob. Then she moved to her hands and knees on the floor.
"Fuck me like this," she all but demanded.
It was as if she had suddenly turned into an untamed animal. I liked it!
Moving into place behind her, I primed her freshly-fucked pussy with two fingers again. She moaned, pressed her breasts into the carpet and thrust her ass high into the air.
"Fuck me," she repeated.
I entered her in one smooth motion, not stopping until I was buried to the hilt.
"Yeah, that's what I need," she muttered. "All of it."
She began rocking back and forth on her knees. I picked up her rhythm quickly. From this position, I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her hole, stretching it wide. It was covered with her juices and beginning to throb again.
"Fuck me," she wailed. "Fuck me hard."
Squeezing her ass with both hands, I pulled her back against me. My balls slapped the back of her thighs noisily and I churned her juices to a froth with my powerful, rapid-fire thrusting.
Finally, realizing that the cum had streaked to the head of my dick, I reached underneath and began rubbing her clit. Her pussy began to pulse. Her low moans reached my ears and suddenly, I was cumming, spraying my white-hot load deep into her cunt. That triggered her orgasm and she pushed back against me reaching for everything I could give her.
We remained like that until we caught our breath. Her pussy released me reluctantly, only after I shriveled and began to slip out of her. And then she rolled onto her side, eyes closed, hands between her legs.
"You must think I'm terrible. An old married woman acting this way," she said quietly.
"You're not old by any means," I said sincerely, and stroked her sweaty hip with my fingers.
Polly did not even bother to clean up before she left. She simply dressed, kissed me warmly and left me lying on the sofa.
I lay for a few minutes in the silent house wondering if this had just been another fantasy. Then I looked down at the pussy juices still drying on my cock. My fingers smelled like cunt and her perfume lingered in the air. No fantasy could be this real-this satisfying.
As I showered, I realized something else. Polly's beauty and her vulnerability had been quite a turn-on. But what really attracted me to her was the fact that she was married.
CHAPTER FOUR
At three that afternoon, I was sitting on the deck behind our house, reading. The spring sunshine was just warm enough to feel good on my bare chest and legs. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, stretching languidly.
Why couldn't life be like this all the time? Spending my days reading and relaxing-fucking the lonely neighborhood housewives. I let the memories of Polly spill over me, smiling as I relived our earlier encounter. My cock twitched when I remembered how hot it felt when she began pulsing around my dick. My fingers were sliding toward my crotch when the feminine voice startled me.
"A penny for your thoughts."
My eyes flew open and I looked up into the grinning face of Karen. She was shaking her long auburn hair free from the tight coil that kept it tucked neatly up under her nurse's cap. Another neighbor and friend, Karen worked first shift at the hospital. She had stopped to check in on me almost every day on her way home from work. Even though I was well on the way to recovery, our afternoon visits had become almost a ritual. It gave her time to unwind before going home and, as always, I loved the company..
I laughed, trying not to sound nervous, and motioned for her to have a seat.
"Mind if I get some tea first?" she asked. "It's been a long day."
"Help yourself," I said.
"Would you like a refill?" she asked, nodding toward my empty glass. "Sure."
I'd always known that Karen filled out her uniform nicely but that afternoon, I could not take my eyes off of her swaying ass as she walked across the deck toward the sliding glass doors.
"Down, boy," I muttered to my dick who was wide awake and starting to pay attention.
I managed to smile at her when she returned with our drinks.
She took a seat in the chair next to mine, leaned back and relaxed slowly with a long, drawn-out sigh. Little by little, her skirt slid upward, revealing smooth, firm thighs encased in white stockings. My hands itched to touch her and I could not take my eyes off her.
"You okay?" she asked after a few minutes. "Yeah," I answered.
"You sound tired or bored," she said, turning to look at me.
"I am," I confessed. My thoughts were whirling. "Tired of soap operas and talk shows," she sipped her tea.
"And reading," I added, holding up the paperback.
We were silent for a moment. The high privacy fence surrounding the back yard kept out prying eyes, but not the sounds of the neighborhood. An occasional car passed on the street, but at this time in the afternoon, it was mostly quiet.
"I saw something interesting on TV this morning," I began.
"Yeah," she said, turning toward me. She seemed totally unaware of the fact that the top button of her blouse had come undone.
"It was about couples cheating on each other."
"It happens," she said.
"Have you ever cheated?" I asked.
She gave me a level look. "Once. He was a doctor, a few years older than me, consulting on a neurosurgical case at the hospital. I don't even remember his name, just the incredible desire we felt for each other almost from the start."
I swallowed hard and kept quiet.
"I didn't even try to fight it. One night, I told Brian I was working late. The doctor and I found an empty room with an empty bed and fucked each other's brains out." Her voice was taking on a dreamy tone.
It wasn't difficult to imagine her rolling around on the bed naked with some distinguished-looking doctor.
"Did Brian ever find out?" I asked. She shook her head. "What about you?" I couldn't answer.
"Surely you've had the opportunity," she pressed. "In the past few weeks, you could have seduced any one of the women in the neighborhood."
"I've thought about it," I managed to croak.
"Have you thought about me?" she asked with a coy little smile.
Again, I couldn't answer.
"Come on, confess," she teased. "You have, haven't you?" I nodded.
"I've thought about it, too," she whispered. Her green eyes twinkled with a light I hadn't noticed before and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "You see, I like to play games, pretend. Brian isn't into that."
At the mention of her husband's name, my desire for her grew that much stronger.
"No one would ever know if we played doctor, Lucas."
I was trembling. Karen had examined my ankle dozens of times since the accident. She had taken my temperature, listened to my heart and checked my blood pressure. The game she was suggesting would involve a more extensive examination.
"Shall we go inside or would you like to examine me here, doctor?" she was asking.
Even before I answered, she sat up straight and faced me. Unbuttoning her blouse, she let it fall open. Her bra hooked in front and she released that with a flick of her wrist. I sat there staring at her breasts. They weren't necessarily big, but they were delicious-looking, creamy mounds of flesh topped with light coral-colored nipples. As the air caressed the sensitive buds, they stiffened.
"You can examine my breasts right here," she breathed.
When I did not move, she reached for my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her skin was soft and slightly damp. The nipples grew even harder, burning hot holes in my palms. She sighed softly at my touch and chewed on her lower lip again.
My erection made a lewd bulge in my shorts and Karen's sharp eyes did not miss it. "It looks like I have your attention, doctor," she said.
Leaning forward, I kissed her. She sighed again and pressed her breasts against my hands. I kneaded and caressed her globes while working my tongue down her neck to the sensitive skin in between. She tasted slightly salty, but she smelled good. Moaning, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slowly. Continuing to make little circles with my tongue, I moved to the other side.
By this time, Karen was moaning steadily. She leaned back and thrust her breasts into my face, giving herself to me completely. "They're very sensitive, doctor," she whispered. "Sometimes, I think I could cum just from having them sucked."
"That's a very interesting theory," I muttered. Pushing her breasts together allowed me to suck both nipples at the same time. "Perhaps we should test it."
"Oh, doctor," she moaned.
It was clear that Karen was not pretending about her excitement. That much was real. She squeezed her legs tightly together and squirmed on the chair while I continued to lick and suck.
"Just keep licking," she whispered. Reaching for my prick, she began squeezing it through my shorts. "My panties are already wet. My clit is so swollen. If I squeeze my legs together around it.. . "
Her sentence ended with a gasp and she shuddered. At that moment, I would have given most anything to be squeezed between those long legs. Instead, I sucked both nipples deep and flicked them roughly with my tongue.
"Cumming," she whimpered, her ass rocking on the chair. "Fuck, I'm cumming."
As her orgasm ripped through her, my tongue never stopped. She ran her fingers through my hair, cradling my head against her chest, and her throaty moans slowly turned to satisfied whimpers.
"That was quite a breast exam, doctor," she said when she released me.
I looked up into her eyes and smiled. "I'm afraid we're not finished yet."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered, and we kissed again.
While our tongues danced, my hands slid down to her thighs and forced them apart gently. Her skirt was pulled up high enough so that I could see the wet crotch of her pink panties. Stray red hairs curled out around the legs. She gasped when I cupped her mound and gave it a hard squeeze.
"Perhaps we should go inside so I can finish my tests," I suggested.
"First, I'd like to practice giving you an oral exam," she told me, her hand on my dick again.
"Of course, Nurse Karen," I said, easing my shorts down out of the way. "Practice makes perfect."
Karen moved to her knees on the deck and just sat there looking at my swollen cock for a few moments. She handled me expertly, her touch firm but tender, and she seemed to know all my sensitive spots. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward and sniffed her way up and down the length of my dick. Her silky hair brushed my thighs like fingers, adding to the excitement of feeling her hot breath against my crotch.
"Taste it," I breathed, eager to feel her hot mouth.
Karen licked me, slowly running her tongue up and down the shaft. When she rolled it across my swollen knob, I gasped and humped upward, urging her to continue. She teased me for a few minutes longer, flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across my nerve bundle while her hands stroked me steadily. I rewarded her with a gusher of pre-squirt, which she lapped up hungrily. Then her tongue was back, probing into my little hole for more.
"Suck it," I grunted, loving the way she concentrated on the task at hand.
My neighbor's wife made a little ring of her lips and forced them down over my cockhead. Her tongue was still doing most of the work, but as she swallowed me slowly, she squeezed me with her lips.
"Very nice work," I whispered. "You've been practicing."
Karen released me as slowly as she had swallowed me. Then she used her fingers to smear her spit and my pre-cum into my shaft. "Before when you asked me about cheating, I only told you half the story. Sometimes, when I'm on duty at the hospital, it's obvious that a patient needs some extra relief."
She took my cock into her mouth again, sucking gently. I patiently waited for her continue.
"I do that with my mouth or my hands. Several times, I've actually caught them masturbating and helped out."
Again, she wrapped her mouth around me. While I watched her, I imagined lying in a hospital bed while her strong nurse's hands jacked me off.
Karen released me abruptly with a loud slurp. "And, yes, I treat all of my patients the same way-male and female," she finished. Looking up at me, she licked her wet lips.
That added a whole new slant to my thoughts.
"Let's go inside now, nurse," I said. "You're going to need to take off the rest of your clothes."
Obviously pleased with our little game, Karen stood up and helped me to my feet. I hobbled along in front of her and she closed the door behind us once we were inside. Turning, I took her into my arms and we kissed long and deep. She clung to me, pressing her nipples into my chest and humping the thigh I worked between her legs. I squeezed her ass hard, pulling her even closer.
"How would you feel about giving me a rectal exam, doctor?" she asked, her voice shaking.
God, it had been years since I'd experienced that pleasure. "I think I could accommodate you. The guest room is right across the hall. I'll see you in there."
At that moment, the phone rang.
"I'll be waiting," she whispered when my fingers touched the receiver.
"Hello," I said, watching Karen's ass moving away from me.
It was Peg. "Lucas, did I wake you?"
I cleared my throat and then lied. "Yeah."
"I just called to let you know that I have to work an hour or so longer this evening."
"No problem," I assured her.
"Should I stop and pick something up for dinner?" she asked.
"I think I'll make steaks for us this evening."
"That would be great," she said, sounding genuinely pleased.
"Hey, it's the least I can do." My thoughts were already straying to what awaited me in the bedroom. I squeezed my aching cock.
"I gotta go," she said. "See you tonight."
My conversation with my wife was over long before I hung up the receiver. By the time I reached the bedroom where Karen lay waiting, Peg was the last thing on my mind.
She was lying across the bed on her back completely naked. With her legs spread wide, she rubbed her clit with two fingers. Her eyes opened slowly when I entered the room and she pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. I stood there watching the tiny opening suck on her fingers.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
I nodded.
Karen pulled her fingers from her pussy and a flood of juices bubbled up and out. She used her fingertips to smear them up and over her clit. Then she used those same fingers to work them down her crack to her puckered ass-hole.
"I wanted to be ready for you," she whispered, humping the air wantonly.
It was easy to see that she was more than ready for me.
"My ass-hole is just itching for your dick." With that, she rolled onto her stomach, spread her legs wide and pulled her cheeks apart with one hand. Her anal opening winked at me.
That was all it took to set me in motion. When I reached the bed, I pulled her close to the edge, leaned forward and rimmed her sweet-smelling ass-hole with my tongue. At the same time, I pushed two fingers into her pussy. Her cry of pleasure filled the room and she pushed back against my hand and mouth.
While pushing my tongue deep into her rectum, I transferred the wetness on my fingers to my throbbing cock. This way, both of us would be well-lubricated for what was to come. Her ass-hole squeezed my tongue, her pussy clamped down on my fingers and her moans grew louder. Finally, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and eased them one at a time into her ass-hole.
"It feels like you're running a fever, Nurse Karen," I said, slipping easily into my new role. "I am hot," she croaked.
"I'm going to take your temperature now," I told her.
Karen inched forward on the bed, giving me room to move into place behind her. Her pussy was as wet and hot and tight as I'd imagined it would be. It swallowed my prick with ease and did not want to release it. While working it in and out a few times, I squeezed her firm ass with both hands and teased her wet ass-hole with my thumbs.
At last, I withdrew from her completely and guided my dripping cock to her anus. I pressed the swollen knob between her cheeks and began to wonder if it would fit. Working it around and around in a small circle, I applied steady pressure. Karen pushed back against me, her breath coming in short little gasps.
And then, suddenly, I was inside of her. Both of us yelped in surprise. Karen's ass-hole snapped around the end of my dick like a rubber band and the pillows muffled her screams. I struggled to remain motionless, to give her time to adjust to my size.
Luckily, that didn't take long. Her squeals turned to little whimpering moans and she urged me to start moving. I gave her what she wanted, working my dick in and out of her ass-hole faster with each stroke. God, how I wanted this to last and, at first, I felt like I could fuck her ass all night without cumming. I watched her ass suck on my dick. I fingered her drooling pussy.
"Fuck me," Karen moaned. "Fuck my ass."
That set me off and all I wanted to do was cum! I began fucking her with abandon, ramming my cock in to the hilt. She met me stroke for stroke, taking everything I had and asking for more. Her ass grew tighter and tighter and the first tremors of orgasm rushed through me.
"God, I'm gonna blow," I grunted, fucking her even faster.
"Do it," she muttered. "Shoot your hot load into my ass-hole. I want to feel you cum!"
In the next heartbeat, hot spunk blasted out of the end of my dick, filling her ass-hole to overflowing. I roared and doubled my fucking speed as almost painful pleasure washed over me. I felt as if I was never going to stop shooting. That triggered Karen's orgasm. As she bucked and moaned beneath me, her ass literally sucked the last of the spunk from my cock.
We collapsed on the bed in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, both of us gasping for breath.
I awoke to darkness. Disoriented, I sat up on the bed and tried to collect my thoughts. Then a car door closed and I realized Peg was just getting home from work.
"Karen!" I hissed, panic building as I felt for her in the darkness. God, if Peg found us together in here like this.
CHAPTER FIVE
Within seconds, I discovered that Karen was gone. Yet, even as relief flooded through me, I began wondering how I was going to explain taking a nap in the nude in the guest room. What about the rumpled covers and where were my shorts?
I didn't know when, but Karen had put my shorts right where I could find them. I slipped them on and staggered out into the kitchen just as Peg entered the back door.
Instead of satisfying my curiosity about my neighbor's wives, my experiences the day before with Polly and Karen had only whetted my appetite for more. That's why an unexpected visitor early the next morning was such a pleasant surprise.
Toni had already jogged by the house, giving me my first thrill of the day. An hour later, I opened the door only to find a petite brunette standing there holding a cake.
"Brenda, come on in," I said, opening the door wide.
"I thought you might like a cake to snack on during the day," she explained, placing it carefully on the counter in the kitchen.
Brenda was a quiet little woman, the very opposite of her boisterous husband. Walking virtually everywhere she went, Brenda could be seen all around the neighborhood sketching domestic scenes for her next painting.
"I have some coffee left," I said, limping toward the cupboard. "Join me."
"You sit," she insisted. "I'll get it."
I was glad to watch her small but well-proportioned body move around the kitchen. Her movements were quick, almost bird-like. She reminded me of a china doll with her porcelain skin and delicate features. Brenda was one of those women who looked as feminine in jeans as they did in a ruffled dress. At that moment, she was wearing a pink warm-up suit and tennis shoes-and she looked absolutely gorgeous.
While I was thinking about that, another thought occurred to me.
"Will you get to go back to work soon?" she asked.
Startled out of my concentration, I nodded. "Couple of weeks."
"I'll bet you'll be glad. It can be boring at home all day if you don't have anything to keep you busy," she said quietly.
"like your painting?" I asked, struggling to remember something I'd heard about Brenda. The thought nagged at me like an itch that wouldn't go away.
"That, and I keep books for my husband. He's a salesman, you know."
"There are some really good people in this neighborhood," I told her. "They've been a big help to Peg and me all through this. Surely, you have friends here in the neighborhood."
"I have a friend." She looked away from me quickly.
I nodded at her statement, but my mind was somewhere else. I'd overheard Peg and someone else talking about her. What had they said?
"Liz and I are very close," she said, her voice a little louder than before.
That triggered the memory. I'd heard Peg and one of her girlfriends talking about Liz. Even though she was married, they suspected her of having a lesbian affair with another married woman right here in the neighborhood. By the process of elimination, they deduced that it was Brenda.
"I understand she visits you a lot," I said.
"That's right," she said, her voice turning soft again. "She's smart and funny and we get along really well."
"Good. I like Liz, too. She's visited me pretty regularly since I got hurt."
"Do you sleep with her?"
The question was so out of context and so surprising coming from this tiny woman that I almost laughed. "No," I said truthfully.
She studied me carefully for a moment, disbelief showing in her dark eyes.
"Do you sleep with her?" I asked.
Her hands began to flutter nervously again, but she met my steady gaze. "Yes, I do. She does things-things that my husband won't do."
"And you were afraid she was cheating with me?"
She nodded.
"Brenda, Liz and I have done nothing but talk. I swear to you."
"She talks about you all the time when we're together," Brenda blurted, sounding like a jealous child.
"Me?"
"Sometimes, I think she fantasizes about you when we-" She stopped and swallowed hard, blinking back tears.
I kept quiet, waiting for her to continue.
"About a year ago, when Liz moved into the neighborhood, she came over to see me. Both of our husbands work long hours and we were both lonely, desperate for sexual attention. We talked about that and she said she was thinking of having an affair. God, I wanted to, but I was so afraid. Then, she suggested that if we had an affair with each other, it really wouldn't be like cheating," she explained. "I'd never been with another woman before, never even considered it, but Liz was patient and persistent."
"That's when you discovered you were bisexual," I finished.
"When she started coming over here all the time and talking about you, I just assumed you and she were having an affair."
"And that's why you came over here with the cake today, to confront me?"
She nodded.
"Liz and I are not having an affair," I assured her. "However, the thought of the two of you together really turns me on."
Brenda brightened somewhat. "She is wonderful, so loving and tender." Her eyes brightened. "She can make me cum so-" Brenda stopped as if she suddenly remembered who she was talking to.
"Go on," I said, coaxing her to continue. Underneath the counter, I was squeezing my growing cock with both hands.
Licking her lips, she crossed her legs and squirmed on the chair. "She takes her time, you know what I mean. God, she will lick me for hours."
"Lick you where?" I asked, knowing that she was as turned on as I was.
"You know, between my legs-my pussy," Brenda answered, her words coming hesitantly.
"Do you lick her?"
She nodded. "Not at first. At first, we just masturbated together."
"Did you like that?" If I could just keep her talking for a few more minutes, she would be more susceptible to what I had in mind.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "I'd get so hot just watching her cum that I would cum, too."
"And then one day, she licked your pussy?"
Brenda shook her head. Her nipples made stiff points in her top and she had both hands between her legs. "One day, she kissed me. She played with my nipples and I was so turned on, I let her suck them. While she did that, she put her hand inside of my panties. Soon, we were naked together. She rubbed my clit and put her fingers inside of me. God, it felt so good!" Brenda hugged herself tightly and shuddered through a little memorial orgasm.
"Of course, I wanted to please her, too. So, Liz showed me how to bring her off with my fingers."
I pictured the two women, sweaty naked bodies bucking wildly against each other, fingers flying furiously.
"Brenda, this is really turning me on," I confessed. "Me, too."
"You know, if we masturbated together, you wouldn't be cheating on your husband or Liz," I suggested, fully expecting her to bolt from the room.
To my surprise, she considered it. "I don't get to talk about Liz to anyone. They just wouldn't understand."
"I understand," I told her. "Let's go in the den. I'll get a towel and we'll talk about Liz some more."
In the den, I nodded toward a leather sofa. "Take off your pants and panties and sit on this."
She stood there watching as I placed a small bottle of oil on the end table and pulled down my shorts. My dick bobbed around in front of me, sniffing for pussy, so close and yet so far away. Taking a seat across from her, I draped the towel across my thighs.
"What's the oil for?" she asked.
"Lubrication," I answered, my voice not betraying any of my nervousness. I'd never masturbated in front of anyone in my life, but this just seemed to fit right in with the turn my life had taken lately.
Pouring some of the warm oil into my palm, I massaged it into my thick shaft, biting my lip to keep from moaning. When that was glittering wetly, I spread my legs wide and smeared it onto my bloated balls. Her eyes widened when she saw me push my slippery wet finger into my ass-hole.
I pretended to concentrate on pleasing myself while Brenda removed the bottom half of her clothing. Impulsively, she removed her top, too, and sat across from me completely naked. Through half-closed eyes, I gazed at her small, perfectly-shaped breasts topped with tiny dark nipples.
"You were telling me about fingering each other," I said just to get her started.
"Yes," she said.
Her legs were parted only slightly, but she was rubbing her clit with two fingers. She tugged playfully at one of her nipples with her free hand. And she was watching me closely.
"After that day, we just couldn't seem to get enough of touching each other," she said in a soft voice. "Liz bought a vibrator and taught me how to use that. She especially liked it in her-her ass while I fingered her pussy."
The thought brought a soft grunt from me. One hand had been moving steadily up and down my greasy pole. The other hand cupped my oily balls.
"Do you like the vibrator, too?" I asked.
"Only when Liz uses it on me," she answered.
Her eyes were glazed with lust and glued to my crotch. Her legs had fallen further apart. I could see her erect clit being pinched between two fingers.
"Do you have other toys?"
She nodded and slid further down onto the cushions. Now, I could see swollen pink lips glistening with excitement. Two fingers slipped easily inside and she groaned.
"We have several dildos. One is huge, almost too big for me. The other is what Liz calls a double-headed dildo. We can both use it at the same time," she explained.
I shuddered. The hand on my dick moved faster. "We have a strap-on dildo. That's Liz's favorite."
"How does that work?" I asked, even though I knew.
"It has straps on it so I can buckle it into place, you know, between my legs." Even though her legs were wide apart now, her fingers moving in and out quickly, she laughed. "When I have it on, it looks like I have a real prick. It even has balls."
"And you fuck her with it," I whispered, squeezing my cock hard.
She nodded and shuddered through a mini-cum. "First, I make her suck it. She-likes that, too."
"Does she ever fuck you with it?"
"Sometimes."
"Do you like it?"
Brenda nodded. "I wish I had one right now. God, I could cum all over it."
"You could pretend that this is a dildo," I said, trying not to sound too eager.
Again, to my surprise, she hesitated and considered it. Her pussy was making all the decisions.
"Liz would never know," I added. "Your husband would never know."
"Okay," she whispered.
On shaking legs, I moved across to the other sofa. Brenda eased even further down on her back and spread her legs wide for me. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her ragged breathing and her woman-scent teased my nose. I knelt between her sticky-wet thighs and coaxed them even further apart with my knees. She groaned and humped upward, silently begging me to hurry. Her pussy was overflowing, the juices running down her crack, puddling in her ass-hole.
"Just pretend this is a big, fat dildo. It's here to pleasure you," I said softly as I guided the knob to her steamy snatch.
"Yes," she breathed, closing her eyes. "Use the dildo on me."
When the tip of my cock was tucked inside of her, she groaned again, louder this time. Her pussy sucked on it noisily and her natural lubrication poured.
"Do you want it all?" I asked, giving her a few more inches.
"Yes," she whispered, eyes still closed.
I knew she was pretending my dick was a dildo. Maybe she even fantasized that I was Liz, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the hot pussy taking every inch of my dick, hugging it tight.
"Do you like it fast or slow?" I asked, withdrawing until just the head remained inside.
"Slow at first," she told me.
I worked it in and out a few times, fucking her with long, slow thrusts.
"That's right," she moaned, lifting her hips to reach for more. "That's how Liz does it."
After a few minutes, she worked her body faster, her small breasts dancing with her lusty bucking.
"Liz-likes to watch me rub my clit while we fuck," she moaned.
"Rub your clit for me," I told her, keeping my voice low.
My instincts were to slam into her hard enough to make both of us grunt. I wanted to grab her sweet little ass with both hands and fuck her until neither of us could move. Sweat trickled down my back as I struggled for control.
"Oh!" Brenda gasped when her fingers covered her clit.
I continued my steady humping, watching as she pinched her clit to match the rhythm. Her natural lubrication poured out around my pistoning prick. The tiny mouth of her cunt sucked me deep. The lips clung to it reluctantly as I withdrew. And with each passing moment, she was closer and closer to orgasm.
"Yeah, fuck it. Fuck my pussy," Brenda muttered.
Her eyes were still closed, but I had a feeling she was no longer pretending my cock was just a dildo.
"Deeper," she grunted. "Shove that hot cock deeper."
That set me off. Forgetting everything except the woman writhing beneath me, I gave her everything I had. Now both of us were grunting from the exertion. Our sweaty bodies worked together like a well-oiled machine, reaching for the peak of pleasure.
Brenda was no longer rubbing her clit. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her legs around my ass, and clung to me fiercely. I rode high on her mound, smashing her sensitive bud between us. The sofa squeaked rhythmically. Both of us were teetering on the brink of orgasm, almost past the point of no return.
"Cum on me," she squealed, suddenly. "I want to see you shoot."
Her sudden outburst surprised me. I pulled out of her with a thick, wet slurping sound and wrapped my hand around my slimy dick. Almost immediately, her gaping pussy was filled with two fingers. Her eyes were glued to the bulbous knob of my cock and she humped her hand with abandon.
"Cumming!" I grunted, hand flying up and down my pole. I squeezed my aching balls with my free hand.
The intensity of my orgasm was incredible. Babbling incoherently, I blasted hot spunk onto Brenda's writhing body.
"Oh, God, me, too," she howled. Every muscle in her body went tense. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around her busy fingers.
When I caught my breath, Brenda's moans had already turned to satisfied whimpers. She massaged my healthy load into her skin with both hands and then scooped up the excess and smeared it all over her pussy.
"Can your dildo do that?" I asked, settling back on the sofa.
She nodded. "It's only water, but Liz can make it squirt all over me. I love that."
"Hey, we never got around to talking about how you lick each other," I said.
"Next time, big boy," she whispered, giving my cock a loving squeeze. "Next time."
We were quiet for a while and then she began to get dressed. I pulled on my shorts and walked her to the door.
"Are you sure Liz won't find out about this?" Brenda asked.
"Not unless you tell her," I said with a shrug. "I certainly don't plan on telling her."
As I watched her trot down the walk and onto the street, I realized that not only was I bedding a neighbor's wife, I was bedding a neighbor's lover as well!
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, I seduced another man's wife.
Toni did not pass the house at her usual time and, believe me, I was waiting. Nothing thrilled me quite as much as the sight of her tight little ass hugged by jogging shorts-forbidden fruit-another man's wife.
There could have been any number of reasons I did not see her, I told myself as I showered and shaved. It looked like it might rain. Maybe she was just taking a day off. Maybe she was trying a different route.
I was just taking the plastic bag off my cast when the doorbell rang. It took me a few minutes to get it untied, but I tossed it aside hurriedly and hopped toward the door. The doorbell rang again.
"Okay, okay," I quarreled at whoever was ringing the doorbell.
During my period of convalescence at home, scarcely a day went by when someone didn't come to the door selling something. If it wasn't cosmetics, it was someone selling vacuum cleaners. I needed neither. And if this was another salesman, I was going to let him-or her-have it with both barrels.
Toni's sweet smile greeted me, her big blue eyes stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Hi," she said, her smile wavering somewhat. "Did
I interrupt anything?"
"No, I'm just surprised to see you. Come on in," I said.
Suddenly, I was a little breathless, totally blown out of the water by this unexpected visit.
"I'm still kind of sweaty from my run, but I thought I'd drop by and see if you need anything. I'm going shopping later today."
Her words came out in a rush and I wondered if she had rehearsed that speech during her run. At the same time, I noticed that her tank top and shorts were clinging to her wet body, showing off every curve.
"I can't think of anything," I said with a shrug. "Can I offer you some coffee?"
"Water would be great," she said agreeably.
"Let's go in the kitchen," I suggested.
"Thanks."
Toni moved with long, graceful strides in the direction I was pointing. I followed, amazed at how she looked even better up close. The red shorts she wore hugged her sweet ass like a second skin and her lean legs appeared even longer. Her white tank top only emphasized her firm breasts and well-developed upper body. This woman would have looked sexy in a potato sack.
I opened a bottle of cold spring water and handed it to her. Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and held onto it with both shaking hands. It wouldn't do for this young beauty that I had worshipped from afar to see how she made me excited and nervous at the same time.
"I guess you'll be getting out of your cast soon," she said after taking a long drink of water.
"Won't be long."
"You should start exercising on a regular basis as soon as the doctor will let you; some weight training and cardio work. I'd be happy to help you work up a training schedule," she offered, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"It's a deal," I said with a wide grin.
"You appear to be in pretty good shape anyway," she said, giving me an appraising look. Then she reached out and squeezed my upper arm. "Uh-huh."
I was sure sparks flew from her fingertips when she touched me. Her hand lingered a moment and then slid down my arm to my hand. Turning it palm up, she traced the long line across my palm with the tip of her nail. She held it so close to her face that, for a minute, I thought she was going to lick it. I held my breath and waited for her to continue.
"Sorry," she said, finally, after clearing her throat. "It's just that you have very nice hands."
When our eyes met again, hers had changed completely. They were no longer those of a wide-eyed, innocent young woman. They were filled with a hunger I'd only fantasized about up until now.
"Running gets me so hot," she blurted. "I'd better go before I do something I'll be sorry about later."
"I can't imagine anything you could do that would make me sorry," I said to her.
"If your wife knew what I was thinking right now.. . " she began, and licked her lips as her gaze traveled downward.
"My wife is at work and so is your young husband," I reminded her.
"That's true," she replied in a breathy whisper.
"So whatever happens while they're gone doesn't concern them," I reasoned.
During our conversation, I had settled onto one of the stools at the counter opposite Toni. She came toward me, every sexy movement revealing her desires. Toni was young, probably not 25 years old, but she carried herself with the confidence of a much older woman. When she was close enough to reach out and touch me, she did so. We were almost eye level with each other. Her warm hands cupped my face and then slid down to my broad shoulders.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
With a little sound, I pulled her into my arms and covered her mouth with mine. She moaned and melted against me, arms circling my shoulders, tongue dancing with mine. By the time the kiss ended, I had both hands on her ass, pulling the full length of her body against me.
"God, you smell so good," she moaned, licking my neck and nibbling my ear.
Her clothes were still damp from exercise, but she didn't smell sweaty. She smelled musky. I didn't mind. Nor did I mind the salty taste of sweat on the tender skin of her long neck.
Our mouths came together again in another soul-searching kiss. She pressed her breasts into my chest and her hands slid down to my crotch. There, she traced around my erection with her fingertips and then squeezed it gently.
"See what you do to me," I muttered, pressing my face between her breasts.
"Look what you do to me," she whispered.
In one quick motion, she peeled off her tank top and sports bra. Her pear-shaped breasts were nothing short of beautiful, but it was her nipples that caught and held my attention. They were a pale pink, consistent with her blonde coloring, but they were huge. The stiff buds looked as long as my thumb. They seemed to be reaching for me. "Touch me," she moaned.
I covered her breasts with my hands, palming the nipples. Toni closed her eyes and moaned louder. I tugged at the pink peaks and watched as her eyes began to glitter feverishly.
"Suck them," she whimpered, thrusting her chest toward my face.
This young woman was clearly in control of the situation and I liked the idea.
She shuddered with pleasure when I rolled my tongue across one nipple. I quickly moved my head to the other side, giving her the same treatment there.
"Suck them," she urged, her voice breathy.
Returning to the first stiff bud, I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it slowly.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
I squeezed it with my lips and then released it abruptly. Then I moved to the other nipple. Her moans grew louder as my hands went into action. Her musky scent grew stronger and my cock was rock-hard and ready for action.
"Let me taste you," she whimpered.
Dropping to her knees, she rubbed her face back and forth across my cock. I watched, fascinated, as she wrapped her mouth around my cloth-covered dick, squeezing me with her lips much as I had done with her nipple.
At long last, she pulled at the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass and they slid downward, my dick leaping free. Before my shorts reached my ankles, Toni had one hand wrapped around me. She moaned softly, her eyes glued to my cockhead as she pumped me slowly. The fingers of her free hand skipped up and down my inner thigh, making me tingle.
I sat there watching her small, very feminine hand stroke me. Her touch was somewhat hesitant, almost too gentle, but that was changing. The fingers on my leg were now dancing lightly across my balls. Finally, she cupped them, hefting the weight in her palm.
My cockhead began turning a deep red color and I throbbed in her fingers.
Toni moaned softly and licked her lips.
"I know you want to suck it," I said in a hoarse whisper.
With a low moan, she began licking me, not stopping until I was thoroughly covered with her spit. Only then did she take me into her mouth, sliding her lips down over me with tantalizing slowness. And her tongue never stopped moving. Toni did not stop until I touched the back of her throat.
She released me just as slowly, that tongue seeming to be everywhere at once.
When she swallowed me again, I wanted to ram my cock down her throat and empty my balls. My whole body was screaming for release. To distract myself, I ran my fingers through her silky hair. I watched her cheeks bulge out as my dick filled her mouth. I watched as she fondled her breasts with her free hand. Her mouth moved faster, the hand on my balls squeezing rhythmically. Little wet sucking sounds reached my ears and I closed my eyes. This was incredible!
Toni moaned when pre-cum bubbled from the tip of my cock. She swallowed it readily and probed into my hole for more. I knew that if I didn't do something soon, it was going to be all over right there in the kitchen.
"Toni, I'd like to taste you, too," I whispered, sliding my fingers under her chin.
She slowly pulled her mouth off of me. My shorts were still tangled around my ankles and she removed them carefully. Then she stood up. "Okay."
"Let's go somewhere where we can be more comfortable," I suggested as I motioned toward another part of the house.
Wearing only those red jogging shorts, Toni led the way into the living room. She was a strange mixture of athlete and woman. The muscles in her back and shoulders were strong and well-defined, rippling with every movement. And yet, her movements were feminine.
I settled on the sofa and watched as she removed her shorts. She was not wearing panties. There was not an ounce of fat on her pretty body. Every muscle was toned and taut, her stomach flat. My gaze dropped to her pretty blonde bush. It was only a shade darker than the hair on her head and it looked just as thick and luxurious.
When Toni saw my admiring gaze, she stepped closer, allowing me to touch her. I ran my fingers up her inner thighs and then swirled them through her damp curls. There was a quick intake of breath when I teased her swollen lips with a fingertip.
"Yes, touch me," she moaned, spreading her legs slightly.
Even as her pink lips parted for me, I continued to trace around them, listening to her steady moaning. She thrust her lower body against my hand, rocking her hips instinctively. I caught sight of her clit, wet, erect and throbbing.
Her moan turned into a sigh when my finger slipped inside of her hot box. It was immediately covered with her hot oils and her inner muscles hugged it greedily.
I worked my finger in and out a few times, matching her rhythmic humping. Then I pulled it free. It was shiny wet, dripping with her juices. I sniffed it and then tasted her honey. She tasted even better than she smelled.
To my surprise, Toni caught my hand in hers and guided it to her own mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked my finger.
"That's how your cock will taste after you fuck me," she whispered, pushing my hand back toward her dripping cunt.
I nodded and eased two fingers inside of her this time.
Impulsively, Toni climbed onto the sofa on top of me. She squatted over my dick, holding it steady by the base. And then, with her blue eyes on mine, she sat down, taking me into her hot, tight cunt.
"Oh, yes," I grunted as her body devoured me.
Toni closed her eyes and moved up and down slowly.
"So big," she whispered.
Her voice was shaking as she began working her hips in a little circle, grinding her clit between us. "So hard."
I simply lay there and watched the beautiful woman riding me. Her breasts swayed gently and her face contorted with ecstasy as her movements became faster and more erratic.
"Lucas, I need to cum," she whimpered.
"Cum, baby, cum," I breathed. Covering her sweaty breasts with both hands, I palmed her nipples. "Cum all over my dick."
"Oh, Lucas."
I slid my hands down her body, kneading and caressing. I grabbed her ass and urged her to move faster. At the same time, I thrust upward, driving my cock to the hilt.
"Oh, Lucas."
Her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper. She rode me faster and faster, slamming her body against mine. When I pushed a wet finger against her puckered anus, she leaned forward until just her nipples brushed my chest, giving me plenty of room. Her pussy was beginning to pulse, squeezing me tightly.
"Suck me with your pussy," I grunted, bucking upward as I pushed my finger into her ass-hole past the first knuckle.
Toni babbled incoherently as she climaxed. Her body bucked out of control, the wet sounds of sex filled the room. Watching her, it was all I could do to keep myself under control. Her hair flew around her head in wild disarray and her magnificent body gleamed with sweat. My balls were aching, my cock ready to explode.
But the desire to dive into her sweet pussy tongue-first was stronger.
I waited until she caught her breath and then whispered, "Let me taste that pussy now."
She hesitated as if struggling with her decision. Her pussy was still gripping me.
I waited, thumbing her nipples.
Finally, she nodded and lifted herself off of me.
My dick, slimy with her juices, bobbed around as if sniffing the air for pussy.
I slid lower on the cushions, flat on my back on the sofa, and motioned for her to return to me. She was trembling from head to toe, whimpering softly as she squatted over my face. I was pleased to know that she was familiar with the 69 position.
Toni's warm hand curled around my wet cock and she pumped me slowly. That felt wonderful, but I was more interested in the dripping, fragrant, freshly-fucked pussy hovering just over my face. I gave her two fingers, watching up close as her lips clung to them, hungry again. She gasped when only the tips remained inside and I worked them in a little circle. Her inner lips were bright red and oozing wetness. When I finally pulled my fingers free, her liquid center pulsed steadily.
Unable to control myself another second, I flattened my tongue and licked her from clit to ass-hole
"Oh!" she gasped and jumped when my tongue touched her. The hand on my dick moved a bit faster.
Curling my tongue into a point, I used it to make ever-widening circles just inside of her.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," she grunted, sliding her pussy all over my face.
Then, with no preliminaries, she sucked my dick into her mouth. Tongue swirling, lips squeezing, she bobbed her head steadily. It was impossible to lie still and I moaned into her muff as I bucked upward into her hot, sucking mouth.
Soon, I was fucking her pussy with my tongue, her mouth with my dick. And Toni seemed to be enjoying it as much as I. She humped my face with abandon and sucked my dick as if she intended to swallow every drop of cum in my balls.
Both of us were so engrossed in pleasing each other that I don't think we would have known if my wife and her husband walked into the room. At the thought of her husband, I doubled my tongue action and added my fingers to the mix.
Toni was ready to climax, moaning around my meat as she sucked that much harder. Her mouth drew my boiling cum up my shaft quickly. In the next few seconds, it was firing one long, thick stream after another right down her throat. She held only the head in her mouth and pumped me while I bucked wildly beneath her.
That set Toni off. Even as she swallowed my jizz, she shuddered through a climax that was even more intense than the one before.
I kissed her lower lips tenderly and waited for her to release me. That did not happen until my cock began to shrink and then she rolled off of me onto the floor. My cum was drying on her lips and face but she was smiling, nothing but satisfaction glowing in her eyes now.
"If I was a cat I'd be purring," she whispered, resting her head against my thigh.
"Me, too," I answered, stroking her tangled hair.
We were quiet for a few minutes and then she reached for her shorts.
"I need to get going," she explained. "Someone might have seen me come in. We wouldn't want to give them a chance to start any rumors."
I had to agree.
"Would you mind if I stopped by again?"
"Not at all," I answered sincerely as I pushed myself to a sitting position and gently lowered my cast to the floor.
I sat there for a few minutes after she left, listening to the silence in the house. My foot and ankle ached a little, but I was sure the doctor would remove the cast when I visited him again. He would probably send me back to work, too. The idea saddened me.
Funny, just a few days before I'd been so eager to return to work. Now, I was trying to think of a way to stay home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Another shower.
I tossed my clothes into the washer. No need to give Peg any reason to suspect that the neighborhood wives were giving me more than they should.
I made myself a light lunch and ate it in front of the TV. Talk shows, game shows and then soaps filled the channels. I propped my foot up on the coffee table and settled on an old western.
With my sexual appetite sated, at least temporarily, I was able to think rationally about what had happened over the past few days. Before, I'd considered married women strictly off limits. In fact, I'd never even been interested in another man's wife.
Suddenly, bedding my neighbor's wives was all I could think about. Poor Polly had been so starved for attention, I'd hardly had to do anything to seduce her. And something gave me the impression that Karen had actually been contemplating seducing me. Brenda was just plain scared I was fucking her lesbian lover.
But even after all these women, Toni had been a fantasy brought to life. As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped that sex with her had cured my strange longings for good.
Cheating is a dangerous game!
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to find Karen standing in front of me. I stared at her, half-asleep, half-awake, wondering what was so different about her. She was wearing one of her white uniforms. Nothing unusual about that since she probably just got off from work. With buttons all the way down the front, it hugged her curves nicely, just like always
"I was hoping you'd wake up soon," she purred. "I didn't know how much longer I could wait."
I looked at my watch. Three-thirty. Thinking I was dreaming, I blinked my eyes and rubbed them. She was still there, her long, auburn hair tumbling down around her shoulders in gleaming waves. That was different. She usually wore it in a tight bun under her nurse's cap.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" she pouted.
"Sure," I said, still strangely disoriented.
"Maybe you'd like to see more," she said.
Before I could respond, she unbuttoned the top button of her uniform. Then, slowly, one by one, she continued downward, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her fleshy globes. Looking closer, I realized that there were holes in the cups, her stiff nipples poking through.
"Jesus," I whispered.
"I thought you'd like this," she whispered, pulling at her nipples with both hands. "There's more."
The buttons on the bottom half of her uniform were opened one by one, and then she pushed it aside with both hands. Her long legs were encased in black silk stockings held up by satin garters. The black high heels she wore only emphasized their shapeliness and, of course, were in complete contrast to what she normally wore to work.
I stared, swallowed hard and stared some more. My dick twitched.
Karen was wearing panties to match her bra. They hugged her tiny waist and dipped just below her dimpled navel. They were crotchless, her fiery bush framed perfectly in black lace.
"You wore that to work?" I gulped.
"No, silly," she said with a soft giggle, "I put these on before I got here, just for you."
Even as she spoke, she shrugged the uniform off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Karen was a beautiful woman and the sexy lingerie only added to her stunning good looks. Her alabaster skin was flawless.
I continued to stare.
She turned around slowly, stretching the tiny panties tightly across her ass. Over her shoulder, she gave me a hungry look and her body swayed back and forth slowly, teasingly. Then she slowly bent over.
By this time, I had adjusted my growing cock to a more comfortable position, not daring to take my eyes off her.
Karen turned around, set one foot on the coffee table and spread her thighs slightly. Now those red hairs parted to reveal two swollen lips, glistening with moisture. Her clit jutted toward me, begging for attention.
"I hope this is thrilling you as much as it is me," she breathed. Her hands were on her nipples again. She humped the air slowly.
To let her know she was on the right track, I hauled out my dick and pumped it slowly. It jerked to a complete erection.
"What would your husband think if he saw you like this?" I asked.
She shrugged the question off and asked one of her own. "You are going to fuck me, aren't you?"
"Of course," I answered and reached for her with my free hand.
"Good," she breathed. "I love being fucked in my sexy lingerie."
With a little half-moan, she stepped toward me. Keeping both hands on her breasts, she came close enough for me to smell her pussy. I could even see the clear droplets of her honey clinging to the hairs. Running my hands up her silk-covered thighs, I squeezed her butt, pushing the panties up into her crack with my fingertips. She closed her eyes and sighed when I pulled them out again, pushing her pussy toward my face at the same time.
On the one hand, the whole situation seemed like a dream. My own voice sounded unfamiliar. And yet, it was all so vivid, my senses sharp and alert. God, she smelled good, her woman-scent drawing me to her like a magnet. My mouth watered, my cock throbbed, painfully hard by this time. But still I held back, eager to make this last as long as possible.
I covered her mound with my hand and I probed inside with one finger.
"I'm so wet," she whispered, squeezing me with her inner muscles. "So ready."
"Ready to cum?" I asked, adding a second finger to her wet hole and pushing them deep.
"Uh-huh," she said with a little nod. Her green eyes were glittering feverishly.
"Then why don't you give me a little cum?" I suggested.
She moaned, closed her eyes and began pinching her nipples again. At the same time, I worked my fingers in and out, rocking her clit with my palm.
"Feels so good," she whimpered, her hips moving faster as she humped my hand. "I need to cum, Lucas."
I slipped one finger out of her snug tunnel and allowed it to slide backwards along her crack. It brushed her puckered anus, bringing a gasp and a little shudder from her.
"Put your finger in my ass," she moaned.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her beautiful body. With one finger sliding in and out of her ass, the other spearing her pussy, I pressed my face into her bush, my tongue searching blindly for her clit.
"Almost there," she whimpered.
Tangling her fingers in my hair, she ground her body against my face. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. With my fingers moving faster, I flicked her sensitive nub with my tongue.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
With those three throaty little grunts, she climaxed. Her ass and pussy clamped down on my fingers while she convulsed uncontrollably. Her juices poured out around my pistoning fingers, puddling in my palm.
When it was over, she all but collapsed on top of me. I removed my fingers and smeared the fragrant juices onto her nipples and across her full lips. She licked them, moaning at the taste of herself.
"I hope that was just a warm-up," I said. My dick throbbed against the warm body she had draped across me.
"What do you think?" she replied, wiggling against my lap.
"I think you just need to get fucked, good and proper," I told her.
Sliding my hands down inside the cups of her bra, I lifted her breasts out, thumbing the nipples into even greater hardness. She lay where she was on my lap, arced her back and thrust them toward my face.
"I'm your whore," she whispered. Then she took my face in her hands and lifted it so that we were staring into each other's eyes. "I'll do anything you want, give you anything you need."
Somehow, I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be dominated completely. She wanted me to make demands, no matter how kinky, and she wasn't interested in being nice or sweet or gentle. This was pure sex, down and dirty. Her decadent mood was contagious and I found myself falling easily into the role she had assigned to me.
"I'll teach you how to be a Whore," I threatened.
Her green eyes challenged me.
I kissed her hard, ramming my tongue into her mouth while I used my hands on her breasts. Squeezing and kneading none too gently, I maneuvered her onto her back on the floor. Just a few days earlier, the cast on my foot had made movement awkward and sometimes painful. Now, as I slid to the carpet with her and knelt between her legs, I hardly noticed it.
Her long legs parted easily for me. Karen groaned and humped the air, offering herself to me freely. The edges of her panties were wet, red hairs entangled in the black lace. Her bra was twisted underneath her exposed breasts, the straps stretched tight across her shoulders. Her lipstick was smeared across one cheek.
"You look like a whore lying there like that," I growled. "Let's see if you can act like one."
Sliding my hands down her body, I continued to knead and squeeze her flesh. She groaned and writhed in ecstasy on the carpet.
"Make me your slut," she moaned. "You turn me into an animal."
"Yeah, well, let's just see how much you can take."
With that, I placed both of her ankles over my shoulders. Then I caught my dick in one hand and guided it to her overflowing pussy. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, mashing her clit, teasing her ass-hole. Her scalding juices covered it. The thrill nearly took my breath away.
"Hurry," she whimpered, holding her lips apart with both hands. "Hurry. I need it."
"You need what?"
"Your cock. I need your big, fat cock in my pussy!"
In one smooth motion I was inside of her, buried to the hilt. I pulled back and slammed into her again, hard enough to make both of us grunt.
"Yeah, fuck it!" she grunted. Her eyes were dark and stormy, her entire body reaching for more. "Fuck my pussy hard!"
I gave her several more long, deep strokes, changed to a few short, quick ones and then returned to the first. This was designed to bring her close to orgasm and then allow her to cool down again. It did the same thing for me.
Her ass bounced all over the floor, her receptive body taking the rough treatment I handed out, loving every minute of it. God, the tight pussy squeezing my dick felt good! I wanted this to last all afternoon.
Sliding my hands up under her ass, I pulled her against me even harder. When I looked down between us, I could see her juices bubbling up and out around my pistoning cock. Her clit was wet and completely erect.
"You are my whore," I said between clenched teeth. "Say it."
"I'm your whore," she wailed.
"And you love my dick, don't you?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Yes, I love your dick."
I could feel her cunt growing tighter and hotter around my rod. The sexy talk excited her as much as it did me.
"Tell me you want it."
"God, Lucas, I want it. I need it."
"Rub your clit," I commanded, pulling all but my cockhead out of her cunt. "Make yourself cum."
Immediately, Karen's scarlet-tipped fingers were on her clit. She started out by pinching the slippery nub, but as her passion increased, she simply rubbed it furiously. The mouth of her pussy sucked on my dick.
"Give me your dick," she moaned, humping upward as if to force me deeper.
"This is all you're gonna get," I breathed, struggling to keep my promise.
She grunted and bucked, her pussy sucking noisily on my dick. Sweat glistened on the tender skin between her breasts and her face was a mask of concentration. I squeezed her ass roughly and teased her puckered bud with my fingers. This brought a series of low moans from her lips. The hand on her clit was nothing but a white blur.
"Cumming!" she grunted. "Jesus, Lucas, I'm cumming!"
I rammed the full length of my cock into her. Her squeal was as much of surprise as anything else. She squirmed around beneath me, her convulsing body struggling to get every ounce of pleasure from this moment. Even as I fucked her through the orgasm, I struggled to control my own rising tide of pleasure.
"I think you like being treated like a whore," I said when her ragged breathing slowed.
She nodded. "I came here dressed like this today just to tease you, just to get you to treat me like this."
"What would your husband say if he caught you acting like this?" I asked.
"I just want you to fuck me with your big cock," was the only answer she gave me.
"Well, you came to the right place," I whispered, and withdrew from her abruptly.
Her splayed pussy sucked at nothing. She gave me a pleading look and an impatient whimper. Flipping her onto her belly was easy. Karen wasted no time getting to her knees, thrusting her ass in the air. Her thin panties were still clinging to her round cheeks and the stockings covering her thighs were damp.
"Show me that ass-hole," I growled, giving her butt a playful slap.
Obediently, she reached up between her legs and spread her slit wider. Her little ass-hole winked at me. I teased it briefly with my wet knob, making her gasp.
"If you want to be my slut, you have to take my dick up your ass," I told her.
"Anything you want," she moaned.
Even as she spoke, a fresh flood of juices gathered at the opening of her cunt. I pressed the end of my dick against the oils, holding my breath as they boiled over, lubricating me well. Then I guided my dick up to her ass-hole and smeared the wetness around there.
"Gotta get you good and wet," I murmured as I repeated the process several times.
"You're making me so hot," she moaned, her fingers centering on her clit again.
"Hot enough for this?" I asked, pushing two fingers into her tight channel.
"Yes," she hissed.
After only a brief priming, I removed my fingers and pressed my cockhead against her splayed ass-hole.
"Hot enough for this?"
She grunted and pushed back against me.
I took that as a yes and began working my cockhead around in a small circle. Harder and harder I pressed against her until, finally, the whole end of my dick disappeared inside of her. Damn, her ass was tight, and I wondered vaguely if this was her first time.
Karen's whole body grew stiff and she remained motionless. She did not squeal or moan. In fact, the only sound in the room was my raspy breathing. I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock ball-deep and empty my balls into her bowels, but I held back, waiting for her to set the pace.
At last, Karen began moving. With a low moan, she pushed back against me reaching for more. I gave her a few inches, withdrew and thrust forward again.
"Your ass feels so good," I moaned, unable to stop myself. I was going to cum this time no matter what happened.
"As good as my pussy?" she wanted to know.
"Better," I grunted, sliding deeper. "Tighter and hotter. I could fuck your ass all night."
"I have to go home to my husband soon," she reminded me.
I wondered if she suspected that the fact that she was married excited me.
"I want to go home with my ass full of your cum."
I was fucking her steadily now, pulling her back against me with both hands. Karen's ass, stretched wide around my cock, swallowed every inch. She met me stroke for stroke, her animal sounds of pleasure mingling with my own. Her fingertips brushed my swinging balls and I realized she was fingering herself at the same time.
"Cumming, Lucas," she wailed.
"Me, too," I grunted, pumping into her hard and fast.
There was no holding back now. In the next few seconds, the cum streaked up my shaft and erupted from the end of my dick, giving her a sperm enema neither of us would soon forget.
Her groans of release reached my ears and her ass squeezed me rhythmically.
I kept right on humping her, pumping my hot load deep into her bowels.
I was still trying to catch my breath when she eased forward, sliding her ass off my dick.
"I have to go," she said softly as she struggled to her feet.
"So soon?" I asked.
She nodded and buttoned her uniform into place. "I need to get home and change before Brian gets there. He might ask some questions if he saw me like this."
"I know I would," I said with a weak smile.
Karen kissed my cheek and left. I sat there on the living room floor for a little while, my thoughts wandering aimlessly, my wet dick curling against my thigh. Never had I enjoyed the kind of sex I was sharing with the neighborhood wives, not even in college. The intensity of feeling was almost frightening. But what interested me most was the fact that I simply could not get enough!
I was still sitting there when Peg pulled into the driveway. My cock jerked at the sound of my wife's voice.
"In here," I answered.
She smiled when she saw me, licked her lips and allowed me to pull her into my lap. Within minutes, she was on her hands and knees, taking my dick up her ass and loving every minute of it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Five minutes after Peg left for work the next morning, the telephone rang. "Hello."
"Lucas, this is Brenda. Can you talk?"
"Yes," I answered. I was suddenly wide awake. My pulse quickened at the sound of her voice. "Peg just left."
"Lucas, I told Liz what happened between us," she explained.
I did not reply, but waited for her to continue.
"She thought you might enjoy watching us, watching us play with our toys."
I swallowed hard. "Are you inviting me to watch the two of you together?"
"Yes."
"When and where?"
"I think it would be less suspicious-looking if we came to your house." This was Liz, who had evidently been listening on the extension.
It was impossible to tell from the tone of her voice whether she liked the idea or not. With Liz, most of her feelings were difficult to detect. I had a feeling she was looking forward to this.
"I agree."
There had been so many kindly neighbors dropping in to check on me and help with household chores since my accident, no one even paid any attention to who came and went any more. In fact, two women visiting at the same time would even be less noticeable.
"We'll see you in about an hour," Liz said.
The next hour was the longest one of my life.
When Liz's car pulled into the driveway, I opened the front door, watching the two women come up the walk. Liz was dressed in her usual tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt. Her short, chestnut-colored hair looked freshly washed. She carried a huge tote bag. Brenda wore feminine-looking shorts and a blouse trimmed with lace. It only added to her delicate features. The two were opposites in so many respects.
I had a feeling they were very much a-like in others.
"After Brenda told me about coming over here, I just had to talk to you face to face," Liz said.
The three of us were in the den, drinking coffee. Brenda and Liz were seated side by side on the sofa. I sat across the room in a chair.
"Really, Liz, you don't owe me any explanations," I began, hoping to reassure her.
"I told her how we masturbated together," Brenda cut in before I could say another word. "And how you were interested in our sex toys."
Her eyes met mine, pleading with me to play along. The two of us had done much more than masturbation. Liz would never know that.
"And you wanted to give me a demonstration," I finished.
"Besides that, it made her hot," Brenda added, squeezing Liz's fingers.
Liz nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Hey, I'm always ready to learn something new," I said. "If you're willing to teach me.. . "
"Can we close that door?" Liz asked, nodding toward the open door as she got up to close the blinds.
"Sure."
"You have no idea what some nosy people will do," Brenda explained. "One afternoon, we discovered a pizza delivery guy watching us through the window."
I'll bet he nearly dropped his pepperoni, I thought to myself as I checked the outside doors.
When I returned to the den, Brenda was sitting on Liz's lap. They were kissing tenderly and seemed not to notice me. I took my seat across from them, moving slowly and quietly. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt.
Their tongues danced and Brenda moaned when Liz's hand slipped up under her blouse. She fondled Brenda's breasts expertly. I held my breath and watched as Brenda unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off and then removed her bra. Her moans grew louder, throatier when Liz's tongue went to work on her nipples. As soon as they were shiny-wet, she eased Brenda onto her back on the wide leather sofa. Kneeling between her lover's legs, Liz stroked her inner thighs until Brenda was squirming against the cushions.
"What do you want?" Liz asked, her attention riveted on Brenda's tiny, perfectly shaped body. "Your fingers and your tongue," Brenda answered. "And where do you want them?"
"In my pussy." The last word came out as a gasp, because Liz was licking the tender flesh her fingers had caressed earlier.
I shifted my position in my chair and gave my twitching cock a squeeze. I'd seen women together in X-rated movies before. But not up close and personal! This was a first for me and I was determined to watch every second of it. My dick would just have to be patient.
Liz pressed her face against the crotch of Brenda's shorts. Both women were moaning now.
After a few minutes of this, Liz unbuttoned Brenda's shorts and pulled them downward. The crotch of her panties was wet and Liz spent a few moments cupping and squeezing her mound. From where I sat, I could see her strong tongue pushing the thin fabric up between her swollen lips. I could hear her sucking it out.
"Please, hurry," Brenda moaned, humping Liz's face.
Brenda lifted her ass when Liz began peeling her panties downward. She jerked her legs wide apart, shoving her pussy in her lover's face.
As I watched Liz curl her tongue into a point and slide it up and down Brenda's wet slit, my dick jerked to a complete erection. Keeping my hands off of it was impossible. But while squeezing it rhythmically through my sweats, I kept my eyes glued to the two women on the sofa.
Liz was holding Brenda's little ass in both hands now, slurping noisily at her flowing juices. Her head bobbed up and down as she thrust her tongue deep into Brenda's cunt one moment and probed her ass-hole with it the next. Brenda was going crazy, hanging onto Liz's head with both hands, babbling incoherently.
Brenda was rushing toward orgasm. She grunted and smeared her pussy all over Liz's face, her body asking for more and more. At long last, Liz brought her fingers into play, pushing two of them into Brenda's overflowing cunt and one into her ass-hole. Then she sucked her tiny clit into her mouth. Brenda grunted, bucked one last time and then her whole body grew stiff. She wrapped her legs around Liz's head and time seemed to stand still for the next few moments.
When, at last, Brenda opened her eyes and released Liz's head, I began breathing again, too. My dick was so hard it ached and my balls felt as if they were ready to explode. Again, I had the feeling they had forgotten all about me. I wasn't going to complain.
Brenda pulled Liz down on top of her, kissing her wet face, holding the other woman close. "Now, it's my turn to pleasure you," she purred.
"I'm more than ready for that," Liz confessed.
The tall, leggy woman slipped out of Brenda's arms and slid off the sofa to the floor. She pulled off her T-shirt and then wiggled out of her jeans. Her breasts were almost nonexistent, only tiny, stiff nipples protruding. Her hips were thin and boyish-looking.
Brenda joined her on the floor, her petite body round and womanly next to Liz. She kissed Liz's lips and then moved her mouth downward from her tiny nipples to her flat stomach. A pink tongue dipped into her navel and swirled across an almost hairless mound. She eased Liz's thighs apart with both hands. They were wet. Brenda lapped at the wetness briefly and then flicked her tongue back and forth across Liz's clit.
I was surprised at Brenda's aggressiveness, but more intrigued with the sudden change in Liz. She was no longer the quietly-demanding lover. She all but melted under Brenda's loving caresses.
"I think this pussy needs to be fucked," Brenda told her.
"I know it does," Liz answered, stretching out on the carpet, her body moving instinctively.
"I think it needs more than my fingers and tongue. I think it needs a big dick."
As Brenda spoke, she kneaded Liz's upper thighs and hips, bringing low moans from the other woman. Her small hands were strong and they seemed to know exactly where to touch Liz and when.
"You've got a big dick," Liz moaned, all woman now. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of lust. "Give it to me."
Brenda reached for the tote bag which had been placed beside the sofa. She did not take her eyes off of Liz as she reached inside.
I must have made a sound or moved when she withdrew the strap-on dildo, because Brenda glanced briefly at me. Her fingers were wrapped around a flesh-colored dildo. The shaft was thick and long and it was topped with a huge, helmet-shaped knob. The straps hanging down and the fake balls matched her description perfectly.
Brenda remained on her knees between Liz's legs as she buckled the dildo into place. I stared, open mouthed at the way she fondled it. It looked almost real, as if it really belonged there!
Liz opened her eyes and reached for Brenda with both hands. "I need it, baby. I need it bad."
"You'll suck it first," Brenda said.
Without waiting for an answer, she knee-walked her way up Liz's long, slender body. My heart was pounding and I slipped a hand inside my pants, stroking my throbbing cock. The tip was wet with pre-cum.
Liz wrapped both hands around the fake cock and drew it to her mouth. She licked the knob first, causing Brenda to moan as if the cock between her legs was real. Then Liz worked her tongue up and down the shaft. Finally, she made a tiny ring of her lips and sucked it into her mouth.
My dick reacted as if it was the one being swallowed. I squeezed it hard.
"That's right, suck your daddy's dick," Brenda breathed as she gently thrust her hips forward.
Liz swallowed a few more inches, her lips stretched wide around the rubber dong.
"Suck it good," Brenda said.
She was kneeling over Liz's face now, fucking her mouth gently. I watched Liz's pussy pulse. A fresh flood of juices oozed from her slit.
"You know what I like," Brenda all but growled.
Liz's hands slid up over Brenda's ass, pulling her even deeper into her mouth.
It was so easy to imagine my cock in Liz's mouth. Without thinking, I eased my sweats down around my knees, settled back in the chair and pumped myself slowly. This was one sexual encounter I would never forget!
"Now, I'll fuck that pussy," Brenda announced as she pulled out of Liz's mouth.
Moving backwards, Brenda drug the wet dildo between Liz's breasts and down her flat stomach.
"Yes, fuck my pussy, please," Liz whimpered, holding her long legs high and wide.
Brenda bit her lower lip as she guided the dildo to Liz's splayed pussy. She worked the rounded end up and down her slit and then thrust forward at just the right moment. The end of the dildo slipped inside of her easily, stretching her red, swollen lips.
Liz gasped and shuddered.
"I love it when you fuck me," she moaned. "It's always so good when you fuck me."
Brenda smiled, pleased with Liz's response. Flexing her hips, she gave Liz a few more inches, worked the dildo in a little circle and then thrust forward again.
I had one hand on my balls, the other wrapped around my prick. Neither one was still.
After a little more teasing, Brenda settled into a steady fucking rhythm. Brenda seemed to be an expert at this. Every movement, every thrust was timed perfectly to send Liz to a higher level of pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Liz chanted, meeting her stroke for stroke.
Finally, she wrapped her legs around Brenda's humping body. Her animal-like grunts of pleasure were echoed by Brenda.
From my position, I could see the dildo as it pistoned in and out of her hole. It was slimy-wet, covered with Liz's oils. Brenda's plump little ass jiggled seductively as she fucked her lover. The muscles in her ass and thighs bunched and tightened and I had the feeling she was as close to orgasm as Liz.
Personally, I was losing control very, very quickly. Generous gushers of pre-cum oozed from my piss slit. I smeared them into my shaft, bucking upward into my fist.
With a gasp, Liz climaxed. I watched her pussy pulse and flutter around the dildo that had suddenly been rammed in to the hilt. Vaguely, I was aware that Brenda was cumming, too. Her body gyrated wildly between Liz's legs and her moans of release reached my ears.
The realization that the women were changing positions allowed me to regain some control. The strap-on dildo was discarded and Liz reached into the tote bag. She came up with her prize, the double-headed dildo Brenda had told me about. It was about eighteen inches long and appeared to be very flexible. The shaft was covered with a series of ripples and bumps to simulate veins.
Now, they really had my attention. The hand on my dick slowed as I stared at the two of them rolling around on the floor, the dildo trapped between their sweaty bodies. They kissed, tongues battling. And then, Liz took one end of the long dildo into her mouth. Brenda latched onto the other end.
They seemed to be following a ritual, a routine they'd gone through a hundred times. Liz freed her end first and worked it down Brenda's body to her pussy. Brenda released it, moaned and spread her legs wide, accepting the rubber dick freely.
Liz worked it in and out a few times, sliding it deeper each time. Then she leaned forward and kissed Brenda's mouth. Slowly, she licked her way downward until she caught the free end of the dildo in her mouth.
Again, I thought it looked as if Brenda had sprouted a dick. And again, Liz couldn't seem to get enough of sucking it. My passion soared and I teased my ass-hole with my long finger. I was going to shoot all over the place and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
At that point, I saw the most remarkable thing of all. Moving with the grace of a big cat, Liz turned so that she was facing me and straddled Brenda's body. With her eyes on the dick jutting up out of my lap, she lowered herself slowly onto the wet knob of the dildo.
"Yeah, that's what I want to see," Brenda grunted as the dildo eased up inside of Liz.
"Oh, it feels so good," Liz groaned.
She was already riding up and down on the dildo steadily, but her gaze was still glued to my dick. She licked her lips and began rubbing her clit.
Suddenly, she leaned backward, revealing herself to me lewdly. Now I had a perfect view of two very wet pussies wrapped around opposite ends of a dildo.
There was no holding back. I concentrated my touch just around my knob. I pushed my finger deeper into my ass-hole and I squeezed my balls rhythmically. And then I was cumming. What felt like a gallon of white-hot spunk sprayed my chest and stomach.
Before I had much time to think about anything else, Brenda and Liz were cumming again. Their feminine, throaty sounds of pleasure filled the room. It was a while before they stopped moving. And even longer before they separated, tossing the dildo aside and reaching for each other.
"Now you see how two women love each other," Liz explained.
They were dressed again, their toys packed away. They had shown me their buttplug, a vibrator and various other devices.
"I appreciate you sharing this with me," I said sincerely. I had cleaned up as best I could.
"And now you understand why we don't cheat with another man," Liz added.
I didn't dare look at Brenda.
"This is safe," she finished.
I knew, without a doubt, that Brenda disagreed. I also had the feeling that, before it was over, Liz would be receptive to my advances. I just had to wait until the right place, the right time.
CHAPTER NINE
Peg was off for the next two days, Saturday and Sunday. That meant no neighborly visits (at least, none that I would enjoy).
Despite my numerous sexual escapades during the week, I was still eager for sex with my wife several times over the weekend. Unfortunately, I wasn't always thinking about her when I emptied my balls down her throat or in her pussy or deep into her ass-hole. I couldn't get the images of Toni and Polly and Karen and Liz and Brenda out of my mind.
On Saturday, I talked Peg into going down to the local sex shop to buy a vibrator. I don't know who enjoyed it more! While she used it to bring herself off, I watched and masturbated, spraying my load all over her body.
Later that night, I fucked her pussy from behind with my dick and gave her the vibrator up the ass at the same time. That was a climax neither of us would soon forget!
On Sunday afternoon, I woke up from a nap to find her mouth wrapped around my dick and the vibrator stuffed up my ass. I thought I was never going to stop cumming!
But still, I longed for, ached for my neighbors' 98 wives.
I had a doctor's appointment Monday morning. Peg drove me down to his office and dropped me off.
"If this weekend is any indication of what it's like to have you at home all the time, I don't want you to go back to work," she said when I got out of the car.
"I could get used to being a kept man," I said, half-serious, half-joking, balancing on my crutches.
"And I wouldn't mind keeping you," she answered.
"Well, we'll just have to see what kind of a deal we can work out, ma'am," I teased.
Peg laughed. "Call Polly when you're ready to come home," she reminded me after a long, lingering good-bye kiss.
Normally, I'm pretty independent. I don't like depending on other people. I don't like being driven around or taking the chance that I might get stranded somewhere. But it had been a few days since I'd seen Polly. I was ready for her.
The doctor had nothing but good news. He removed the cast, X-rayed me and told me I could get rid of the crutches. He didn't release me to go back to work, but he did tell me to start walking every day to strengthen my ankle.
"How long before I can go back to work?" I asked.
"I'm going to keep you out another week," he told me, writing a prescription. "Here's something for pain if you need it."
As I waited out front for Polly, I struggled with mixed emotions. I was excited about seeing her, eager to feel her warm naked body against mine. Yet I knew all of this was going to be over in a week. I would go back to work. Long strenuous hours at various construction sites would keep me busy and so tired I would hardly be able to move when I did get home. I wouldn't have enough energy to fuck Peg, much less anyone else.
"Gonna be in town long, sailor?" Polly asked with a sexy smile.
"Long enough," I answered.
"I'll give you a ride back to the ship when you're ready to leave," she offered.
"And in the meantime?"
"I'll think of something to keep you busy."
I walked, without a limp, to her Mercedes and sank down into the soft leather of the passenger seat. Her perfume, musky and alluring, teased my nose. She was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts. The shorts showed off her tanned legs. The T-shirt didn't hide the fact that she was all woman. Without even trying, she looked absolutely gorgeous.
As she pulled out into traffic and headed for the interstate that would take us home, I placed a hand on her bare thigh.
"What did the doctor say?" she asked, pretending to ignore my touch.
"He said I was as good as new. I can go back to work in a week," I answered. Making small circles on her skin with my fingertips, I moved my hand upward.
"I'll miss you," she said.
Polly kept her eyes on the road, but squeezed her legs together, trapping my fingers in between. In response, I let my fingers brush the crotch of her shorts.
"Let's not think about that right now," I whispered. I covered her mound with my hand and squeezed it gently. Then, impulsively, I leaned forward and licked her neck.
"Lucas," she gasped and shivered.
For a while, the only sound in the car was Polly's soft whimpers and little gasps. I continued to rub her pussy, able to feel the heat and dampness of her body through her clothes .However, my ear nibbling and neck kissing grew more passionate," mere demanding.
Her erect nipples made little points in her shirt. I enjoyed knowing how easily I could turn her on. "I don't think I can wait until we get home," she said after taking a deep, shuddering breath.
"What do you plan on doing about it?" She flipped the signal light on and took the next exit. We were only about halfway home and I had no idea where she was headed or what she had in mind.
But that was kind of fun, too. I kept my hands busy and waited.
The small motel was barely visible from the main road and I had a feeling it wasn't used by too many travelers. A small sign out front said, "Rooms by the month, week or day."
"Think they'd rent us one for a few hours?" I asked.
"I know they will," Polly answered, and climbed out of the car.
I watched her walk to the office. She was a classy woman, even in shorts and a T-shirt. And yet, underneath that aloof exterior was a caged sexual animal. My dick twitched as I thought about some of the ways to set it free.
The room she had rented "for as long as we needed it" was on the back side of the establishment.
"That way, no one will spot my car," Polly explained as she drove up to a green door and we got out.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Never."
I had my hand on her ass when she unlocked the door. And by the time it was closed behind me, she was in my arms, sucking hungrily on my tongue. I. pulled her close so that the full length of her body was pressed against mine. Her nipples burned hot holes in my chest and she humped the thigh I worked between her legs. My fingers were already tugging at the zipper of her shorts.
"This is what I always thought an affair would be like," she confessed.
"Hot, unbridled passion?" I asked, surprised to realize that she was only an inch or So shorter than me.
I pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. She pulled off her T-shirt, letting it-fall to the floor.
"Stolen moments together, meeting in cheap motels, fucking for hours," she whispered.
I unhooked her bra and freed her fleshy globes. My hands covered them and we kissed again, tongues battling. Then, unable to control myself, I licked my way down her long, graceful neck and covered one of her nipples with my mouth. It grew even harder against my tongue.
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered.
My hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. It was as wet and hot as I expected and I fingered her briefly, feeling her melt around me.
"I need to cum, Lucas," Polly moaned, squatting low on my fingers. "Please make me cum."
Her woman scent was all around us, filling my head, making me dizzy with lust. My cock was straining against the front of my slacks, getting longer and thicker by the minute. I half-carried her to the lumpy bed and knelt on the floor beside it. Polly spread her legs wide and held her swollen lips apart for me, moaning and humping the air.
I think she was cumming before my tongue ever touched her. Her pussy twitched and spasmed, her juices pouring down her crack to puddle in her ass-hole. Her clit throbbed steadily. I caught her clit between two fingers and pinched it gently. Then I pushed my tongue into her liquid center.
"Jesus!" she hissed, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing my plunging tongue.
The bed squeaked with her rhythmic bucking. Her groans of release echoed off the walls. I kept my mouth glued to her snatch, sucking her clit into my mouth while two fingers probed into her hole.
"God, I'm still cumming!" Polly grunted.
Between each word, she bucked against my hand. Her inner muscles squeezed my fingers, more oils poured from her and her clit just kept right on throbbing between my lips.
After bringing her down slowly, I eased my fingers from her pussy. I kept my tongue on her clit as long as I could while unzipping my pants and pushing them down to my knees. My purpose was to keep her from catching her breath, taking her from one orgasm to another without a rest in between, each one more intense than the one before. She had already experienced two. I wanted to be inside of her for number three.
Still half-dressed, trembling with excitement, I pushed her away from the edge of the bed and crawled between her wet thighs. She was still whimpering, eyes glazed with lust, rubbing her clit furiously. The fingers that guided my cock to her hole were wet. I teased her with the knob briefly and then buried myself inch by inch. Her pussy sucked on my dick, literally pulling me in to the hilt.
"Oh, God!" she groaned, wrapping her legs around me.
I rested some of my weight on top of her, crushing her breasts between us. We kissed, long and deep and, finally, she slid her hands down my back to my ass, urging me to start moving.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me till I scream."
"Yes, ma'am," I grunted.
I withdrew slightly and thrust forward. Again and again, I repeated this process, moving faster and deeper each time. She met me stroke for stroke, pussy squeezing, juices flowing, her orgasm rising quickly. I rode high on her mound to mash her clit between us.
"I'm almost there, Lucas," Polly moaned, her hips moving faster. "Just keep fucking me."
Seeing this classy lady drenched in sweat, gyrating wildly beneath me on a faded, worn bedspread was a study in contrasts. Her hair was spread out around her head like a dark halo. Her once-perfect make-up was smeared. Her beautiful breasts danced on her chest with every lusty movement.
Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. I roared and rammed into her with quick, savage thrusts. My cock swelled and jerked. The pleasure was exquisite, so thrilling it was almost painful. And then I was squirting my hot cum deep inside of her. That triggered Polly's orgasm. Bucking wildly, she climaxed right along with me, her groans of release echoing mine, her pussy draining my balls.
Within just a few minutes, she was wiggling out from under me. "I'm going to give you the same treatment," she said in response to my questioning look.
Still struggling to catch my breath, I found myself on my back. My dick was only partially erect, glittering with the mixture of our fluids. And then, Polly was between my legs. She cupped my wet balls with one hand and stroked my slimy cock with the other.
To my surprise, she licked the globs of cum off the knob and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft until it was clean. She used the tip of her tongue on my nerve bundle, making me shiver. And then she dropped her head lower, covering my balls with her hot mouth.
By the time her lips were wrapped around my dick again, I was completely erect.
I lay there for a few minutes, watching Polly suck me. I loved the way her lips stretched around my meat. I loved the way she flicked her tongue back and forth across my knob. And I loved the fact that her hands were always moving. One curled around my shaft while the other cupped my balls. She closed her eyes and moaned from time to time, enjoying it as much as I did.
Polly kept right on sucking me until I was throbbing. A gusher of pre-squirt coated her tongue. She swallowed that down greedily and probed into my piss-slit for more. At last, she lifted her head and gazed up at me. A silvery strand of pre-cum connected her lips to my cock. She severed it with her tongue.
"I'm ready to fuck some more," she whispered.
I was ready for anything she had in mind!
Without waiting for my reply, Polly climbed on top of me. Spreading her legs wide, she squatted over my cock. Both of us groaned when my cockhead was tucked inside of her. Those groans grew louder as she slid downward, taking me slowly into her snug little hole.
"What a pussy!" I moaned, closing my eyes briefly.
"What a dick!" she breathed, stroking me with her strong inner muscles.
She did not begin moving right away, but caught my hands in hers and guided them to her breasts. I tugged at the nipples, kneaded the hot flesh and simply gloried in the hot, wet velvet vise that surrounded my dick.
Finally, she began moving. Her movements were slow at first, designed to tantalize both of us. She leaned back slightly, allowing me to rub her clit. I was ready to go again, fighting the urge to grab her ass with both hands and start fucking.
I didn't have to wait long, though. Polly's body took over and she began sliding up and down my pole faster and faster with each stroke. Now, I did grab her ass and pull her hard against me while thrusting upward at the same time. Now, I did give in to the feelings rushing through me.
"Take it all, bitch," I grunted. "Take every inch of my dick."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Polly cried out, meeting me stroke for stroke.
Suddenly, I was ready to explode. I fought it as long as I could. I stared up at the stained ceiling. I glanced to my left and right at the cheap furniture, the faded wallpaper, some of it peeling in places.
Polly lifted herself off of me for a moment, turned around and took me deep into her body again. She hardly missed a stroke.
My gaze rested on her back. It was covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
"Play with my ass-hole," she grunted over her shoulder.
I did as she asked, my hands shaking badly.
"Yeah, that's right," she moaned.
Polly moved up and down faster and faster. Her pussy sucked me hard. I pushed my finger into her anal opening past the second knuckle.
"Cum with me, Lucas," she grunted, her pussy growing tighter and tighter around my rod.
That was all the invitation I needed. Two powerful thrusts and I was pouring my healthy load into her clutching cunt.
Polly's reaction matched my own. Her groans of release filled the room. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as she continued to ride up and down on my spraying cock.
This orgasm was more intense than the one before; the pleasure seemed to go on for eternity. And yet, when she slid off of me, trembling and gasping for breath, it seemed it had all ended much too soon. She ran her fingers through the hairs on my chest, whimpering softly until she went to sleep.
I lay there in her arms wondering how I was going to continue this new lifestyle when I returned to work. I could meet Polly at motels like this during my lunch hour, or maybe right after work. Toni and I could join a health club or start running together. That would give us a chance to be alone. Brenda and Liz would have to be one of those treats I saved for myself when Peg was out of town.
What about Karen? That one would take some time to figure out. Above all, we were going to have to keep all of this from their husbands and my wife!
CHAPTER TEN
Polly dropped me off at the house late in the afternoon. We had fucked until we were both exhausted. While I showered, I wondered if the sex I shared with other men's wives was so good simply because we were cheating. Cheap, tawdry and oh-so-satisfying, I thought to myself. But then, the sex I had with my own wife was satisfying, too.
Too tired to think any longer, I collapsed in front of the TV until Peg came home.
During dinner, we talked about what the doctor had said.
"You don't sound too happy about going back to work," she said quietly.
"I'm not," I said, deciding to be honest. "I never realized how much I would enjoy staying at home." There was much more involved here than just sex with my neighbor's wives.
She thought about this for a minute, her forehead wrinkling in concentration. "You could always start a home-based business," she suggested.
I looked into her intelligent eyes. "You'd be willing to let me try that?"
She nodded. "Sure. I love what I do. There's no reason you should have to work at a job you don't like."
I sat there stunned while she talked about making some different payment arrangements on the house, upgrading our computer, helping me set up a more efficient office than the makeshift one we had in the den.
"What do you think you'd like to do?" she asked.
I was still too surprised to even begin to answer her.
"Spend the next few days doing some research," she suggested. "See what opportunities are out there."
My wife's words were still ringing in my ears when I woke up the next morning. Peg had already gone to the office, but she had left the newspaper open to an article about home-based businesses. There was even a seminar scheduled in a few weeks.
I stood up and stretched, my thoughts going back to what the doctor had said the day before. Slipping into shorts and a T-shirt, I put on my running shoes for the first time in what felt like months. They felt good. I felt good.
I was whistling as I sauntered down the street, stretching my arms over my head, warming up. It was early, barely daylight. The whole neighborhood was asleep. I felt like the only person in the world as I broke into a brisk walk, swinging my arms and legs freely.
"Mind if I join you?"
Startled at the sound of her voice, I whirled around, coming face to face with Toni. She gave me an impish grin as she slowed to a jog.
"What are you doing out so early?" I asked.
"I saw you. Your leg looks fine," she answered, trotting around in front of me. "In fact, all of you looks pretty good to me."
I did not miss the way her breasts jiggled seductively with her every movement. My prick stirred. "You're just horny because you've been running," I teased.
"What's your excuse?"
Toni nodded at my crotch and I realized she could probably see my growing erection.
"I don't need one," I answered. "But I'll race you back to my house."
With a little squeal of laughter, Toni took off. I had no intention of keeping up with her. My ankle had not healed enough for that. But with her loping along in front of me, I was able to watch her sweet little ass and those beautifully shaped legs. Every once in a while, she slowed, allowing me to catch up. Then, she would take off again.
I found her sitting on the front steps waiting for me.
"I guess you're just too fast for me," I said, plopping down beside her.
Both of us were sweating, breathing hard from our recent exertion. Toni's arm brushed against mine and, despite the growing heat of the morning, I shivered.
"My guess is you let me win so that you could watch me from behind."
"Good guess," I answered. "Come on, let's go inside and get some water."
Once we got inside, though, the last thing I had on my mind was water. She was standing at the sink, running water in a glass when I came up behind her, sliding, my hands up over her breasts and kissed the back of her neck. Her skin was slightly salty, her scent intoxicating.
"I'm all sweaty," she whispered.
The beautiful, young blonde made no attempt to move out of my arms. In fact, her nipples leaped to life under my palms. Shutting off the water, she set the glass on the counter with a little thump.
"Me, too," I answered. One hand moved down between her legs. "Exercise really does get you excited doesn't it."
"You, too," she said, rubbing her behind against my cock.
I was almost completely erect. The hand that lifted her tank top and dipped into the damp cup of her bra was shaking. Two fingers of my other hand slipped up under the leg of her shorts. I tangled them in the wet mass of curls there. She moaned and leaned back against me.
Spreading her legs, Toni urged me to touch her in a more intimate manner. I did so, causing her to whimper and shudder in my arms. Her oils poured out, coating my fingertips well.
Suddenly, all I could think about was tasting her pussy. Pulling my fingers free, I turned her around and knelt on the floor at her feet. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles. Toni lifted one leg to kick them aside, showing me glistening, pink inner lips.
"Come and get it, big boy," she muttered.
Leaning back against the counter, Toni spread her legs wide, thrusting her blonde and pink pussy at my face. I sniffed it, running my nose through her wet hairs. God, she smelled good, sweaty, musky and sweet all at the same time.
I spread her lips even further with my thumbs, exposing her erect clit. It throbbed in anticipation of my warm tongue. I watched it for a moment and then, finally, used the tip to stroke her slippery nub.
"Lucas, that feels so good," she gasped.
"What about this?" I asked.
Flattening my tongue, I worked it up and down her wet slit, dipping into her honey pot one minute and flicking her clit the next. Toni tangled her fingers in my hair, moaned and shuddered through a mini-cum.
"Or this?"
Now I curled my tongue into a point again. This allowed me to probe even deeper into her pussy. I circled her clit this time, teasing it until she was bucking against my lips.
"Eat me, Lucas," she groaned. "Make me cum."
Her voice was hoarse and breathless and the wet thighs I caressed were shaking.
With my dick threatening to rip a hole in the front of my shorts, I buried my face in her fork. My tongue darted here and there, stroking her clit steadily one moment, sliding between her wet lips the next. With every passing second, her pussy clutched at it tighter and tighter.
Toni called my name over and over until it was nothing more than a little, shuddering gasp. Her hips rocked back and forth, steadily moving faster.
Just when I thought she was ready to climax, I eased a finger along her crack and probed at her tiny ass-hole. That did it. With one final, guttural grunt, Toni was cumming. Her pussy fluttered around my tongue. Her oils poured, coating my lips and cheeks and chin. There was no way I could swallow it all. I simply slurped noisily, keeping my tongue busy the entire time.
I stayed right with the young woman until she caught her breath. Then I rolled back onto the floor and pulled off my shorts. My dick leaped free, droplets of pre-cum decorating the knob. The tiled floor felt good against the damp, feverish flesh of my ass. I grabbed my aching dick in one hand and squeezed it hard.
"Come and get it, little one," I said between clenched teeth.
Toni was on her knees immediately. She ran her nose through the dark thatch of hair surrounding it much as I had done earlier with her pussy. Her hot breath caressed my thighs. Her hot hands curled around my pole with a touch that was firm and tender at the same time. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her sniff up and down the length. And then, with her blue eyes gazing into mine, she stuck out her tongue and rolled it across the tip.
"Christ!" I hissed.
I was thrilled as much by the sight of her licking me as the touch of that hot, wet tongue. She worked it up and down the sides of my prick. She used it to trace around the intricate network of veins and she explored my most sensitive spots. Toni's tongue did not rest until I was shiny-wet. Then she formed a tiny ring with her mouth and slid it down over my knob.
I sighed and watched as she sucked me deep into her mouth, squeezing me with her lips. Her blonde head bobbed up and down slowly, allowing me to slide back and forth in the cradle of her tongue. She alternated between sucking hard and teasing me with the tip of her tongue. Little wet sounds reached my ears.
Her hands stayed busy, too. She stroked my inner thighs, sometimes kneading, sometimes just brushing the skin. The tips of her fingers danced across my bloated balls from time to time, causing my prick to jerk.
Just when I began thrusting upward into her mouth, she changed tactics. Freeing me with a wet slurp, she pushed my cock back against my belly and covered one of my balls with her mouth. After bathing one in warm spit, she moved to the other side, giving that one the same treatment.
Moaning, giving in completely to the pleasure, I closed my eyes, spread my legs wide to give her all the room she needed, totally lost in the pleasure. The fingers around my cock worked the skin up and down slowly.
Toni dropped her head even lower, lifted my balls out of the way and her restless tongue scraped my sensitive ass-hole. That brought a grunt from me and a gusher of pre-squirt from my dick.
"Do you like that?" she asked, her fingers replacing her tongue.
"I like it all," I told her.
'Turn over," she murmured.
I found myself on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor. Sunlight flooded the big room, making the yellow pine cabinets glow with an inner warmth. The floor was a gleaming, white ocean of tile stretched out before me.
"You'll like this, too," Toni said as she reached between my legs.
Her fingers curled around my cock and she picked up the same stroking rhythm she'd used minutes before. My balls dangled freely now, swaying back and forth as I fucked her fist. A warm, experienced hand cupped my balls with just the right touch. The cum churned inside.
And then I felt Toni's hot breath against my ass-hole. She was jacking me off and tonguing my ass-hole at the same time! I convulsed with pleasure and thrust my ass high into the air, reaching for her.
She squeezed my cock hard, urging me to settle down. I did so, but it wasn't easy. At the same time, she rimmed my ass-hole with the tip of her tongue. Just when I thought I could not stand that a moment longer, she pushed her tongue inside of me.
"Suck my ass-hole," I grunted, working my body back and forth between her hand and her fabulous tongue.
Toni teased me, withdrawing her tongue completely, blowing on my ass-hole and then pushing her tongue back in again. I was nothing but a helpless mass of quivering flesh and she tortured me mercilessly. I didn't know what was holding back the flood of spunk that had been simmering just below the head of my dick for what seemed like an hour.
When Toni decided I'd had enough of her tongue, she pushed a single, teasing finger deep into my rectum. I barely recognized the low groan that came from somewhere deep inside. Of course, I was so turned on, I was hardly aware of anything except the waves of pleasure crashing over me, practically taking my breath away.
Behind me, Toni was moaning softly. She had two fingers in my ass-hole now, pumping them in and out to match the hand on my dick. The only thing to rival this kind of treatment had been the vibrator Peg had used while sucking my dick. The first tremors of orgasm blasted through me when I thought about that. "Ready," I grunted.
My body bucked instinctively. I had no control over it now.
Toni changed positions so quickly I hardly realized what was happening. All I knew was that suddenly, my dick was being sucked into a hot, wet mouth, teased by a talented tongue. Her fingers returned to my ass-hole.
Toni's pussy was spread out in front of me, clit erect, juices flowing steadily. She humped the air steadily. I buried my face in her fragrant hole, tongue stabbing blindly. She moaned around me and sucked harder.
There was no way I could hold back now! The pleasure was incredible. I trembled from head to toe and rammed my dick into her throat. Just as I exploded in her mouth, her cunt began to pulse and flutter around my plunging tongue. Strange gurgling, sucking, moaning noises came from Toni and I'm sure mine didn't sound much different.
The feelings grew more intense instead of lessening. I thought I was never going to stop shooting and when I did, I still could not stop fucking her mouth. I continued to swab Toni's cunt with my tongue, causing her to shudder from time to time.
Finally, weak and exhausted, I rolled onto my side, resting my head on her inner thigh. Toni milked the last drops from my cock onto her tongue and began licking me clean. My nuts felt like raisins.
"Your dick and tongue work just as well without the cast," she said, with a teasing wink.
'Toni, you realize I'll be going back to work soon," I began.
I was obsessed with continuing my relationships with all of these women and I did not know why. There was no future in it, for them or me. They had husbands. I had a wife. Still, I just couldn't give it up.
"There won't be much time for us to get together."
She pouted prettily, but said nothing.
"Have you thought about joining a health club? We could use that as an excuse to meet."
"That's an idea," she said.
Rolling onto her side, facing me, she propped herself up on her elbow. I let my gaze wander downward from her sweaty breasts to the wet mass of curls at the base of her flat belly.
"Kind of dangerous though."
"That's half the fun," I insisted with a grin. "Slipping around. Taking chances."
She smiled, a dimple appearing in her cheek. "You're right. You let me know when and where and I'll be there." Then she gave my shriveled cock a loving squeeze. "I'm not going to give up this bad boy until I have to."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After I recuperated from my bout with Toni, I headed down to the library to do some research on home-based businesses. I discovered the National Home Business Association. There were several copies of their monthly newsletter there, with good advice about starting your own home-based business. They offered a free publication listing the dozens of opportunities for starting my own business, as well as the cost of each one. I jotted down their phone number, planning to give them a call when I got back home.
That idea, however, was put on hold.
Liz's car pulled into the driveway right behind mine. Both she and Brenda were inside. And they both looked like they had something on their minds.
"Mind if we come in?" Brenda asked.
"Not at all," I answered, hurrying to unlock the door.
Stepping inside, I turned to see the two women coming toward me, Brenda boldly leading the way, Liz following close behind. I remembered how the two of them had looked, their sweaty bodies locked together in the middle of my living room floor. And to my surprise, my dick stirred. After my suck session with Toni, I didn't think it would get hard again for a week!
"How's the ankle?" Liz asked as I closed and locked the door behind them. She was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt despite the early summer heat. The large tote bag was clutched in her hand.
I pretended not to see that, but worked my foot around in a little circle. "A little sore, but I think it's going to be fine. The doctor told me to get plenty of exercise."
"That's really why we're here," Brenda said as she reached out and caught Liz's hand in hers. "You'll be going back to work soon. We decided that this time we'd like for you to join us."
"A threesome?" I looked at Liz.
Liz nodded. Brenda beamed proudly.
I had a feeling that Brenda had been instrumental in setting this up. But that didn't matter. I'd never experienced a threesome before, never dreamed I'd have the chance. My heart was pounding against my ribs, my dick wide awake.
"Ladies, that's the best offer I've had all week," I said sincerely. Placing an arm around each one, I steered them toward the guest room. "There's a nice big bed in here." I glanced at my watch. "And I can assure you we won't be disturbed for several hours."
"We'll have to start off slowly," Liz cautioned. "You watch and we'll tell you when you can join in."
I nodded, eager to please. Kicking off my shoes, I took a seat on the bed.
Liz pulled Brenda into her arms and the two women kissed. Their hands explored familiar territory as their tongues danced, and soon I realized they were undressing each other. Brenda's luscious, hard-nippled breasts came into view. Liz's tongue had them glittering with wetness in a matter of moments.
At the same time, Brenda pushed her own shorts and panties downward and stepped out of them when they reached her ankles. She guided Liz's hand between her legs and moaned when the other woman's fingers continued their exploration.
I squeezed my growing cock and watched closely, forgetting for the moment that I was going to be allowed to join in this time.
Liz allowed Brenda to undress her, her hand remaining between the other woman's legs as long as possible. The fingers were wet when she finally withdrew them.
Brenda kissed her way down Liz's long neck to her tiny breasts. She sucked the nipples noisily and then slowly knelt as she worked her mouth downward. Liz closed her eyes and moaned softly when Brenda began kissing her bare mound.
As I sat there watching the incredibly erotic sight of two women pleasing each other, I vaguely wondered if Liz shaved herself. Then I pictured Brenda doing it and my dick began to throb.
"I love the smell of your pussy," Brenda murmured, pressing her face between Liz's legs.
Liz seemed to have forgotten all about me. She placed a hand on Brenda's head, spread her wet thighs and squatted slightly. From where I sat, I could see the swollen lips parting readily for Brenda's probing fingers. Liz's erect clit begged for attention.
"I love looking at your pretty naked pussy, too," Brenda told her lover.
In answer, Liz thrust her crotch at Brenda's face impatiently.
"But mostly, I love licking your pussy."
"Oh, God!" Liz groaned.
The slender woman closed her eyes and shuddered the moment Brenda's tongue touched her. Brenda licked her several times, dipping into her hole only briefly and not even touching Liz's sensitive clit until the last minute. With each passing moment, the oral loving grew more intense. Liz tangled her fingers in Brenda's hair and humped her face steadily. Her groans grew louder and the thick, wet sounds that reached my ears let me know that Brenda was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Liz came out of her sexual trance for a moment and said, "Let me lay down so I can eat you, too."
Brenda withdrew her tongue reluctantly and followed Liz to the bed. Liz lay down on her back and reached for Brenda. The shapely brunette knelt over her face. I scooted out of the way, sensing that it wasn't time for me to join in just yet. Somehow, I would know when the time was right.
"Look how wet I get just from eating you," Brenda whispered, spreading her dark hairs with two fingers.
With a low moan, Liz placed both hands on Brenda's ass and pulled her closer. She began kissing Brenda's inner lips noisily and then sucked briefly on her clit until Brenda gasped and shuddered. Finally, Liz curled her tongue into a point and pushed it deep into Brenda's overflowing pussy.
Brenda simply squatted there for a moment, enjoying the skillful oral treatment. Then she leaned forward, pushed Liz's legs apart with both hands and worked her tongue into Liz's cunt. Soon, Brenda's head was bobbing steadily while she rubbed her pussy all over Liz's face. Liz's grunts of pleasure were muffled by Brenda's cunt, but they were audible and her ass bounced all over the bed.
Thick, wet sucking sounds filled the room, exciting me as much as what I was seeing. The two women appeared to be completely oblivious to anything except the pleasure they brought to each other. I was tempted to touch Brenda's ass or maybe stroke Liz's inner thighs, but I held back. My cock was rock-hard and, despite being completely drained by Toni earlier, my balls were full of boiling spunk. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to be naked. I began undressing, my fingers trembling.
Just when I thought they were going to finish without me, Brenda lifted her head, clear oils from Liz's pussy dripping off her chin.
"Wouldn't you like a dildo right now?" Brenda asked. She was rubbing Liz's clit with two fingers.
Liz's sucking stopped abruptly and she pressed her pussy toward Brenda's teasing fingers.
"You could pretend it was a big, fat cock," Brenda murmured.
She glanced at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, but there was no mistaking the message there. I finished removing my clothes and tossed them aside. When Brenda saw my throbbing cock, she swallowed hard and then licked her lips hungrily.
"Just think how it would feel, thick and hot, sliding into your pussy," Brenda continued, not taking her eyes off my crotch for a moment.
Liz whimpered and the tiny mouth of her pussy sucked at Brenda's teasing fingers.
"Tell me you want it," Brenda commanded.
"God, yes, I want it in my pussy," Liz gasped.
I knew this was my cue to join them, but still wasn't sure whether I was supposed to use the dildo or my own dick. Since Brenda was still gazing at me, I wrapped my fingers around my prick and stroked it slowly.
She nodded.
I knelt between Liz's legs. Just as I aimed it at her hole, Brenda leaned forward and licked the knob. I held my breath and allowed her to suck my dick into her mouth. She sucked it deep and then released me slowly, squeezing me with her lips.
"I got it wet for you," she moaned. "And it tastes so good."
Liz made a throaty, frustrated sound and humped upward.
But Brenda was still not finished. She pushed two fingers deep into Liz's pussy and pumped them in and out a few times. I watched the swollen lips cling to her fingers, watched her natural lubrication flow.
Brenda caught my spit-covered prick in her free hand and guided it to Liz's gaping hole. It was immediately covered with her hot oils. After Brenda rubbed the tip up and down Liz's slit a few times, she released me. I took over then, holding my prick in place and thrusting forward until the bulbous knob had disappeared inside of Liz.
Liz groaned and squeezed me with her strong inner muscles.
I gave her a few more inches, which she accepted readily.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Brenda wanted to know. Her voice was breathless. She caught one of Liz's ankles in each hand and pulled her legs up high and wide, giving me all the room I needed.
"Oh, God, yes," Liz hissed, reaching for more as best she could in this awkward position.
I gave her another inch or so, struggling to keep myself under control.
"Better than a dildo?" Brenda asked.
"Yes. It's hot. I can feel it throbbing inside of me," Liz whimpered.
This time, I lunged forward, forcing myself in to the hilt. My balls nestled against her upturned ass, my cock stretching her pussy wide.
"Does it make you want to cum?" Brenda continued with the pointless questioning.
"It makes me want to fuck," Liz grunted. "Just fuck me till I cum."
I gave her what she wanted, working my dick in and out slowly at first. Soon, I was fucking her steadily, watching my dick slide in and out of her hairless pussy, growing wetter with each stroke.
Brenda's pussy was still right over Liz's mouth, clear juices dripping onto her cheeks. Liz went to work on it again, flicking her tongue in and out quickly. Every once in a while, she would pause and suck Brenda's clit.
"Cum on his dick," Brenda muttered, massaging Liz's clit with two fingers, adding to her excitement.
Liz groaned and sucked Brenda with abandon. Her clit grew to gigantic proportions and her cunt began to pulse around me and she writhed on the bed in ecstasy. Forgetting all about Liz, Brenda caught her breasts in both hands and offered her hard-nipples to me. I leaned forward and sucked first one and then the other into my mouth.
I knew that when Liz's climax hit, I wasn't going to be able to hold back. The cum was already streaking toward the end of my shaft. Both Liz and I were doing our best to bring Brenda off as well. I fucked Liz harder and faster, my balls slapping against her wetly. I flicked the nipple in my mouth with the tip of my tongue. It grew even harder. With a guttural sound, Liz climaxed. Her body twitched and jerked and that hot, tight little cunt wrapped around my meat grew even hotter and tighter. It felt as if it was literally sucking the cum out of me. I groaned, slammed into her one last time and emptied the contents of my balls into her pulsing pussy.
In the next heartbeat, Brenda was cumming. She groaned in release and smeared her pussy all over Liz's face. Her sweaty breasts bounced with her lusty bucking.
It was a while before either of us caught our breath. When I returned to reality, Liz was licking Brenda's pussy, kissing the lips tenderly. Brenda slid off Liz's face, collapsing onto the bed beside her.
I withdrew from Liz slowly, only to be captured in Brenda's hands and mouth. She milked the last drops of cum from my dick onto her fingers and licked it off.
Both women were practically glowing from their climax.
It wasn't long until they were at it again. Brenda insisted on licking Liz clean and she did not stop until she brought Liz off again.
Then they turned their attention to me. Brenda was on one side, giving me her undivided oral attention. Liz was on the other, using her hands on my sensitive balls and inner thighs. I have to admit that I responded well, rising to the occasion in a very short time.
This time, Liz insisted that Brenda enjoy my cock. I lay on my back and watched as she readied both of us with her hands and mouth. And then she helped Brenda climb on board. The tiny brunette gasped when she sank down onto me, taking me deep into her body. She was as tight as Liz, if not tighter, and I wondered just how long it had been since either of them had a real prick.
"God, it feels good," Brenda groaned as she began moving up and down.
Liz knelt beside us on the bed. She fondled Brenda's breasts with one hand and stroked her back with the other. "I love watching you ride him," she whispered.
A warm hand caressed my balls and then slid between us to squeezed the base of my prick. Excitement surged through me although I suddenly felt as if I could last the rest of the day.
"So big. So hot," Brenda muttered. She rode me even faster.
Liz kissed her friend's bare shoulder. "I'll be right back."
She slid off the bed and rummaged in the tote bag for a moment. When Liz returned to us, she had what looked like a small dildo in her hand. It was made of brightly-colored plastic, with a tiny knob on one end and a flat base.
"Buttplug," she explained, and lubricated it with her mouth.
Brenda gasped and her bouncing stopped as she leaned forward, offering herself to Liz freely. The pussy surrounding my dick grew even tighter when Liz inserted the buttplug in her rectum. Liz's hand returned to Brenda's clit.
"Yes," Brenda hissed, beginning to move again.
I met her stroke for stroke, doing everything I could to add to her pleasure. And in just a matter of minutes, Brenda was cumming. She gyrated wildly, her flowing oils sliding down my cock and over my balls.
Close beside us, Liz brought herself off with her fingers.
Brenda slid off of me, struggling to breathe.
I lay there between the two gasping women, waiting for them to make the next move.
When Liz caught her breath, she went to the tote bag again and pulled out the strap-on dildo. I'll admit, I was a little nervous when I saw that, but I kept quiet watching her buckle it into place.
The next thing I knew, Brenda was on her hands and knees on the bed beside me, waving her ass in the air. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she chanted over and over.
Liz knelt behind her and shoved the dildo deep into her pussy in one smooth stroke.
I lay there with Brenda's juices drying on my prick and watched them for a few minutes. Liz held onto Brenda's ass with both hands and fucked her steadily. The look of concentration on her face was incredible. Grunting, Brenda took everything she gave her and reached for even more.
"Don't just lay there," Liz finally told me.
With that, she rammed the dildo in to the hilt and remained motionless.
Realizing what was expected of me, I moved into place behind her. One of the straps covered her pussy. I moved that out of the way and eased my dick into her tight, hot hole. She groaned and squeezed it lovingly before she began moving again.
Somehow, the three of us fell into a steady but awkward rhythm. I fucked Liz while she fucked Brenda. The bed danced with our lusty bucking, the room reeked with the smell of sex, and I was sure our sounds of pleasure were echoing throughout the house.
That feeling that I was going to last forever disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. I didn't have long to think about that. Brenda climaxed, her now-familiar groans of release reaching my ears just before those belonging to Liz. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, sucking at it noisily.
And then I was cumming, roaring as I fucked her that much harder and faster. I did not stop moving until I had filled her pussy to overflowing with my hot cum.
As I lay between the two women again, allowing them to clean me up, I promised myself that I would do everything possible to start a home business. There was no way I was going back to work and miss out on this kind of action!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The decision to start my own home-based business set me off on a frantic search for information that occupied most of my time for the next several days. like a man obsessed, I spent hours in the library, hours at city hall and the chamber of commerce. That led me to talking with other people in the city who had started their own home-based businesses. They were all successful, all encouraging.
Peg was my biggest source of inspiration. Even though I still had not really decided on the type of business I wanted to run, she helped me turn one end of the den into a workable office, with all the latest, state-of-the-art equipment.
Sex crossed my mind only when I found a note from Toni, who was anxious for our next "exercise session." I would think of Polly when I'd come home from a meeting and find messages on the answering machine. More than once, I arrived just as Brenda and Liz were leaving. Thinking about the two of them together had me up and ready in no time, but the only relief available was at my own hand. If Karen stopped by to check on me like she had from the beginning, there was no sign.
Suddenly, I began to wonder if running my own business from home was going to be the leisurely, no-stress life I was looking for. Would I be too busy to indulge in the affairs I'd begun over the past few weeks? Hell, at this rate, I'd be too busy for my own wife! I weighed the pros and cons, studied some more, checked out one business after another and finally decided it was worth taking a chance.
Since I loved working with wood and had all the necessary equipment, I decided to start out building small projects, like decks and porches. Peg helped me work up a budget that included plans for marketing my new business. That involved another few days working with a local artist on a logo to grace my business cards and letterhead.
Late one afternoon, we made the final decision that everything was perfect and sent it to the printer. I arrived home exhausted, but it was a good feeling. I finally felt as if I was on my way. In fact, I was hoping that one of my neighbors' wives would come around to help me relax a little bit more.
No notes, no messages, nothing.
"Fuck!" I snarled, kicking off my shoes. This wasn't working out like I'd planned at all. Feeling a little bit sorry for myself, I figured Toni, Polly and Karen had gotten tired of waiting around on me. I was surprised at the intensity and range of emotions that blasted through me when I pictured one of them cheating with someone else.
When the doorbell rang, I almost didn't answer it. I was headed for the shower and in no mood for company. Then I remembered that our new fax machine was to be delivered that day. Pulling on sweats and a T-shirt, I padded barefoot back through the living room and opened the door.
"Hi!" It was Karen. "Long time no see."
She looked like a goddess standing there in her uniform, her auburn hair gleaming in the afternoon sunshine.
"You are a sight for sore eyes," I told her as I caught her hand and pulled her inside.
Almost before the door was closed, I took her into my arms, holding her voluptuous body close. We kissed, just the tip of our tongues touching. She moaned when I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her even tighter against me. My cock was up and ready for action!
"From a sore ankle to sore eyes. You're falling apart, man," she teased.
"A little time with your pussy will glue me right back together," I assured her.
"I haven't been able to catch you at home for days," she said, allowing me to unbutton her uniform.
"I've been working on a plan," I told her, thumbing her stiff nipples through the lace cups of her bra.
My touch caused her to take a deep, ragged breath. "What kind of apian?"
"A plan that would allow us to do this almost every day."
I ran my tongue down into the hot, soft flesh that formed the grand canyon between her breasts and listened to her little gasp of pleasure.
"Every day?"
"Uh-huh. I'm starting my own business, so I'll be setting my own hours. I can work in the mornings or the evenings. I can plan to meet you here, or we can meet somewhere else," I explained as I unhooked her bra.
With her heavy globes free, I covered them with my hands. Her nipples grew even stiffer against my palms. Then I used my mouth to make those coral-colored buds gleam wetly. I moved from one side to the other flicking the tender nubs with my tongue.
"That feels so good," she whispered.
Running her fingers through my hair, she cradled my head against her chest. I squeezed my lips around the closest nipple and sucked gently. My dick was really paying attention now!
"Your own business, huh? Won't you need a secretary?" she asked in a breathless whisper.
"Are you applying for the job?"
I looked up in time to see her nodding vigorously and it dawned on me that she was there to play yet another game.
"Would you like to interview me now?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I would," I said. "Please, step into my office."
By the time we reached the section of the den that would serve as my new office, Karen had rebuttoned her uniform over her naked breasts. She sat down across from me, crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly.
"How fast can you type?" I asked, willing to play along.
"Sixty words a minute," she answered. "I'm proficient in several word processing programs, databases and spreadsheets."
"Are you familiar with bookkeeping?"
It was difficult to keep my eyes on her face. My gaze kept straying to the way she crossed and uncrossed her long legs. I caught a glimpse of pink panties from time to time.
"So, as you can see, I have many, many skills and lots of experience," she was saying. "I could demonstrate, if you like."
"By all means."
Karen stood up and led me to the sofa. She knelt on the floor at my feet and rubbed her face back and forth across the bulge in the front of my sweats. It grew thicker and longer.
"I like a man with impressive equipment," she moaned, and tugged at the elastic waist.
I did not answer her, could not. My mouth was dry, my heart pounding. All I could do was sit there helplessly and watch her. As for the beautiful, half-naked nurse at my feet, it appeared that every ounce of her concentration was centered on my prick. She took it into her warm hands, her fingers curling and uncurling slowly. Then she worked the skin up and down a few times. After that, she traced around the intricate network of veins on my shaft with a scarlet nail.
I moaned, leaned back and spread my legs, giving her all the room she needed. That drew Karen's attention to my balls. She continued to pump my dick with one hand, but the other fondled my nut sac tenderly.
"They're full," she murmured, planting little kisses all over my hairy sac.
"It's all for you," I grunted, struggling to keep from humping her hand. "If you can handle it."
"Makes my mouth water just thinking about it," she answered. "And my pussy."
And then she kissed my balls, swirling her tongue over the wrinkled orbs, bathing them in warm spit. I moaned again and closed my eyes. Her mouth moved along my inner thighs, the hot, wet tongue dancing crazily. Tiring of that, she swirled it through my hairs and around the base of my cock.
"How do you like my work so far, sir?" she asked, reminding me that we were playing a game.
"You're doing very well," I croaked. My dick was throbbing with the rapid beating of my heart. "I'd like a demonstration of your oral skills."
With a wicked grin on her face, Karen licked my dick. She flattened her tongue and ran it to the tip of my cock, spreading warm saliva and incredible feelings all the way. I gasped when that tongue was rolled over my knob and then she worked it back down one side of my shaft.
Back up toward the head again, she went planting little, wet sucking kisses every inch of the way. When her mouth reached my cockhead this time, she flicked the nerve bundle with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp. Then she rubbed my knob back and forth across her mouth like a gigantic lipstick. And the next thing I knew, I was in her mouth, watching those lips squeeze me hungrily.
This time, there was no controlling the instinctive, upward thrust of my hips. I groaned, placed a hand on her head and pushed my cock deep into her cunt-like mouth.
"God, it feels good!" I moaned. "Suck it, baby, suck it."
Whether Karen was still playing the role or not, I didn't know. She began bobbing her head steadily.
She squeezed me with her lips and swirled her tongue around my shaft lazily. And those hands never stopped kneading and caressing my balls.
"God, what a mouth!" I grunted as I fucked her face, pouring pre-cum onto her busy tongue.
She moaned around my meat when I touched the back of her throat and worked her lips up and down my pole faster and faster. My dick was throbbing, spewing pre-cum at regular intervals. I was quickly losing control, unable and unwilling to hold back.
If Karen wanted me to stop, she showed no signs. In fact, when I began to jerk and swell, she pulled her head back until just the tip of my dick remained inside her mouth. Sucking even harder, she began pumping my spit-slick rod with both hands.
"Jesus!" I hissed. There was the familiar tug behind my balls. I fucked her face with abandon. The first tremors of orgasm were spreading through me.
With a roar, I exploded. Karen swallowed the first thick spurts quickly and sucked hard for more. Her moans mingled with mine, but she kept right on sucking, milking my balls dry with her hands and mouth.
I was still spurting weakly when she released me. She smeared my cockhead back and forth across her lips just like she had before, only this time, a shiny film of cum covered her luscious mouth and dribbled down her chin.
"You taste so good," she breathed.
Her tongue snaked out and she collected the cum she had deliberately smeared onto her mouth with the tip.
"While you're trying to decide if my oral skills pass the test, I have something that needs taken care of," she explained.
Remaining on her knees on the floor, she pulled her panties down her thighs. The crotch was wet and a whiff of her musky scent reached my nose. Despite my recent orgasm, I found that I was interested.
"I have to do this a lot," she said, sliding her hand between her legs. She held her uniform up high with her other hand. "I don't think it will interfere with my duties here, though."
With a little whimper, she pushed two fingers up into the tangled, damp forest of hairs that covered her mound. I watched as she worked them in and out a few times. They grew wetter and wetter. Finally, her clit came into view, peeping out at me. She immediately covered it with her wet fingers, shuddered and closed her eyes briefly.
T just love to cum," she murmured, her green eyes glazed with lust.
"And I just love to watch you cum," I told her. "Lay down so I can see everything."
Karen moaned a bit louder and did as I asked, kicking her panties out of the way. With her legs spread wide, she worked two fingers back into her cunt again and began pumping them in and out furiously. As she reached for more and more of her fingers, her breasts danced all over her chest.
I sat there and watched the mouth of her pussy pulse and flutter as her excitement rose. Her juices poured, sliding down her crack to the floor below. Her clit throbbed and turned bright red.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Karen grunted.
Her ass lifted off the floor. She churned her oils to a froth with her pistoning fingers. And then, with a final yelp, her climax hit. Never had I seen a more erotic sight.
Karen caught her breath after just a few minutes and relaxed back onto the carpet. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she added the fluids on her fingers to the moisture already covering her nipples.
"It looks like you're about ready to learn about my other skills," she whispered, nodding toward the erection growing in my lap.
"And what office skill would that be?" I asked, sliding onto the floor between her legs.
"Dictation," she purred.
Karen's warm hands were on my meat again. She guided my bulbous knob to her wet hole and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times. Both of us sighed when her pussy sucked the first few inches of my cock inside. And then she bucked upward, forcing me ball-deep.
"Why don't you just see how I take dictation?" she grunted.
Sliding her hands down my back to my ass, Karen urged me to start moving. I gave her what she wanted, moving faster and deeper with each powerful thrust. She met me halfway, taking everything I had and reaching for more. I rode high on her mound, grinding her clit between us. And just when I thought she was ready to cum, I slid my hands up under her ass and pulled her even tighter against me.
Karen's groans of release filled the room. Her body bucked and gyrated. Her eyes glazed with lust. And that tight little pussy grew even tighter and hotter.
I stayed right with her, hardly giving her time to calm down before I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. With very, little encouragement on my part, she began bouncing up and down on top of me. Her hair flew around her head in wild disarray and her face was a mask of concentration.
Within minutes, she was cumming again-her oils pouring down around my cock and balls.
When she moved to her hands and knees and thrust her ass high into the air, I knew this would be it for me. I knelt behind her and primed her with my fingers. My dick went straight to her dripping cunt with no guidance from me, and then I was inside of her.
"Fuck me!" she grunted, rocking back and forth on her knees. "Fuck me hard!"
I gave the lady what she wanted, slamming myself into her time and again, hard enough to make both of us grunt. My balls slapped the back of her thighs. The cum streaked toward the head of my shaft. And then I was cumming, my hot load splashing against the walls of her pulsing pussy.
Karen was groaning in release again and this time, her body sagged to the floor when it was over, completely spent. I was feeling the same way and lay down beside her.
"Well, do I get the job?" she asked.
Neither of us bothered to move.
"If and when I hire a secretary, you've got the job," I assured her.
The telephone rang, but neither of us bothered to make a move to answer it. The answering machine picked up after the second ring. After the greeting played, the beep sounded and then Polly's voice came on.
"Lucas, this is Polly. I just Heard the news about your new business. Terrific! As a matter-of-fact, I have a little project I would love to have you take care of for me. Give me a call-later and we'll discuss the details. Bye."
"There's your first job," Karen said, grinning from ear to ear as she reached for her clothes.
I pretended to be excited, but I had a feeling the "project Polly needed taken care of had nothing to do with construction.
Not that I was complaining!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I returned Polly's call as soon as Karen left.
"What does a woman have to do to talk to her lover?" Polly scolded, but the tone of her voice was playful. "I haven't seen you for days."
"I've been busy," I told her, propping my feet up on the desk. "Setting up a business takes time."
"Well, I'm proud of you. It takes a lot of guts to start your own business in this economy," she purred. "Of course, this means you can pretty much set your own hours, schedule your day around.. .whatever."
"That's what it means, babe," I answered. "Now, you said you had a project for me."
"Oh, yeah. You get me so turned on I forget what I'm doing." She giggled softly. "My husband wants to install a Jacuzzi on the back deck, right off the master bedroom. Would that be the kind of job I would hire you to do?"
"At your service, ma'am," I answered, surprised that she really did have work for me.
"How much would you charge?"
"Well, I'll have to take a look at it first, make a list of materials, that sort of thing." Even though I was very aware of Polly, the woman on the other end of the line, I was still thinking about business. "When can I come over and take a look?"
"What about tomorrow morning?" she breathed.
"Perfect. I'll be there about eight."
"Make it nine," she said quickly. "I'm driving my husband to the airport."
Peg was coming in through the back door when I hung up the phone.
"I just got my first job," I announced.
She squealed and came toward me, arms open for a hug. At the last minute, I remembered that I had not showered after fucking Karen.
"Let me shower," I said, ducking out of her reach. "I'll take you out to dinner to celebrate."
Peg looked a little confused, but shrugged and smiled. "Great. I'll make reservations."
We went to one of Peg's favorite restaurants, an Italian place that served the best pasta in the world. The wine was excellent and the service was even better.
"Tell me about the job," she said, after we'd ordered dessert.
"Polly and her husband want me to install a Jacuzzi on the deck off the master bedroom," I said.
"Maybe you should offer to do it for free since she was so sweet to stop by and make your lunch every day," Peg suggested.
"I've already thought of that, but I don't think she'll go for it."
"Make the offer anyway," Peg insisted.
I made the offer. In fact, that was the first thing I said to Polly the next morning when I arrived at her house and saw the simple task she was asking me to do. At most, the job would take a few hours and most of the materials were already there.
"You will do no such thing," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "In fact, I should be paying you."
"Paying me? What for?"
"Well, you know how things tend to get out of hand when we're alone together," she whispered, easing so close to me that her nipples touched my chest. "And you know how much it takes to satisfy my appetite."
"I've never had any problem giving you what you needed," I answered, inhaling her perfume.
My hands itched to touch her breasts, but I kept them by my sides. I looked down into the front of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and I would have bet money that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"It's all I've been able to think about since we talked yesterday," she half-moaned. "Please touch me."
I gave in to my desires then, covering her breasts with both hands and squeezing the fleshy globes tightly together. She closed her eyes and whimpered. Leaning forward, I kissed her mouth, letting my tongue dart between her parted lips.
"Will you do that.. .to my pussy?" she gasped, and then looked almost ashamed of her request.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and kissed her again, pulling her into my arms.
It seemed funny that in the heat of the moment she could be so uninhibited, telling me exactly what she wanted in no uncertain terms. Yet, there were times when she was almost shy about some things. I found both characteristics exciting and squeezed my erect cock.
Her body was so different from Karen's. It was just as firm, but more rounded, heavier in some spots than others. That was what I was thinking as I followed her into the master bedroom. It was a huge room, done up in a southwest design that used lots of earth colors. The deck where the Jacuzzi would be installed was right outside the French doors.
The king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. Polly removed her clothes (she wasn't wearing panties) and lay down on it on her back. She fondled her breasts and ran her hands down her stomach while she watched me undress.
"I've been wet since we talked yesterday," she confessed. Her dark eyes never left my body.
"Show me," I said.
Polly spread her legs and used her fingers to part the dark patch of hairs at the base of her belly. Her lips were swollen, her clit erect. I crawled onto the bed between her legs and licked my way up her inner thighs. Moaning, Polly held her lips even further apart and I gazed up into her liquid center. The tiny mouth of her cunt spasmed when my hot breath caressed her.
"Oh, Lucas," she whimpered and shuddered.
"I get the feeling he doesn't eat you often," I said almost to myself as I planted kisses all over her mound.
"It's been years," she told me.
"It won't be long now," I said.
Sliding my hands up under her firm little ass, I pulled her right up against my face. My tongue touched her first, worming its way between her wet lips. She tasted tangy and sweet at the same time. I wiggled the tip of my thick oral muscle against her hole and it opened for me like a flower, oils bubbling.
"Oh, Lucas." Her hands were tangled in my hair. Her body reached for more.
I worked my tongue in and out of her a few times until she was humping steadily. Then I withdrew it and ran the tip up and over her clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure. My tongue went back into her pussy again, deeper than before.
When she was bucking rhythmically again, I pulled my tongue free and worked it downward, stabbing at her ass-hole.
"Please make me cum," she groaned, half in frustration, half in pleasure.
I centered my oral attention on her clit this time and worked two fingers into her tight little pussy. She squeezed my fingers a few times with her talented muscles and gasped with pleasure.
"Suck my clit until I cum," she groaned, holding my head tightly against her crotch.
Doing exactly as she asked, I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her steadily. My long finger snaked downward along her well-lubricated crack until I found her anal opening. I pushed the wet digit inside and her clit throbbed against my lips.
"Suck it!" she all but demanded. "Suck it!"
Her woman-scent was all around me, overpowering and thrilling at the same time. I caught the slippery nub of her clit between my lips and flicked the tip with my tongue.
Polly howled and bucked wildly for a few seconds. Her ass clamped down on my finger and her whole body stiffened as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. I stayed right with her, bringing her back to earth slowly, first removing my mouth from her clit and then my fingers from her ass and pussy.
"That was wonderful!" she breathed when she caught her breath.
My face was covered with her oils and she smeared them around with her fingertips.
"There's more where that came from," I assured her as I stroked my painfully hard cock with one hand. Then I brushed the spongy knob against her thigh.
"I know. I want it, too," she whispered.
That was good news! My nuts were full of churning cum and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her hot, wet hole.
Polly held her legs high and wide, reaching for me with both hands. I leaned forward and sucked first one nipple and then the other as she curled her fingers around my rod and guided it to her steamy snatch. The head was bathed in hot oils almost immediately and she moaned as she worked it up and down the full length of her slit, teasing both of us. She massaged her clit with my cockhead until she was whimpering softly and then slid it down past her pussy to her wet little ass-hole.
"Is that where you want it?" I breathed, licking my way up to her ear, nibbling tenderly.
"I want it everywhere," she groaned.
"In your ass?"
"Yes."
"In your pussy."
"Yes."
"In your mouth?"
Every answer was a little louder, a little more insistent than the one before.
"I want your cum on my tits," she groaned.
"I'll cum on your tits, but first, I want to enjoy that pussy," I grunted.
And with that grunt, I buried myself to the hilt. Polly shuddered beneath me and then she wrapped her legs around my ass.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
My first instinct was to nail her to the bed, to pound her pussy to a squishy pulp. I would have if I hadn't looked up to see her husband smiling down at us from a picture on the nightstand. He was a fast-talking businessman. I had the feeling he was pretty fast in bed, too, or I wouldn't be here with his wife.
With that thought in mind, I withdrew slowly. As I burrowed deep again, I listened to her sigh of pleasure. The next time I withdrew only part-way and thrust forward again, a little quicker than before.
"Yeah, I like it nice and slow," she murmured.
As I fell into a steady but slow rhythm, I watched Polly's pretty face. Her eyes were closed, her face serene, as if she was savoring every sensation of this moment. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her cheeks were flushed with excitement and she would occasionally wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
"He never fucks you like this, does he?" I asked. Polly caught her lower lip in her teeth and shook her head.
I kissed her and worked my dick in and out a bit faster. With every movement, she grew hotter and tighter around me.
"Please, just make me cum," she moaned, humping upward to meet my powerful thrusts.
"Yes. ma'am," I whispered.
Even after that, I let her set the pace. I met her stroke for stroke, slamming into her hard enough to make both of us grunt.
Polly loved it, groaning and reaching for more and more. Thick, wet sounds filled the room. I concentrated on that instead of the incredible urge to empty my balls deep into her receptive body. I also listened to the soft squeaking of the bed.
"Almost," she whispered. "I'm almost there. God, don't stop!"
Finally, when I was sure she was teetering on the brink of orgasm, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
"Oh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Polly's orgasm hit. With both hands on my ass, she urged me to keep moving. I did so, grinding my hips in a circle to stimulate her clit to the full extent. She gyrated wildly beneath me, her body sucking hard on my dick. Her face was a mask of lust. And the pussy melting around my dick felt as if it was made of molten lava.
I almost lost control.
Almost.
Then I remembered what she had said earlier. She wanted me to cum on her tits. Well, the thought of the two of us masturbating together was nothing short of breathtaking. And I didn't even dare think about spraying my load all over her beautiful breasts. I stayed with her, my movements becoming slower and slower until her groans of release had turned to satisfied whimpers.
"Did you mean what you said earlier about me cumming on your tits?" I asked, as breathless as she.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
I withdrew from her completely, her juices dripping off my cock. Again, she caught me in both hands.
"You're slippery," she whispered, sliding her fingers up and down my pole.
"So are you," I answered, closing my eyes and humping her hands slowly.
She drew me toward her breasts, rubbing my slimy cockhead around first one nipple and then the other. One hand went between my legs to cup and knead my aching balls.
"You smell like pussy," she told me, moving her fingers faster.
"So do you," I answered.
I was struggling so hard for control that I barely heard what she was saying. The cum eased into my shaft. My heart pounded. All I wanted to do was cum!
Polly's hand moved faster and faster. Little slapping sounds mingled with my grunts of pleasure. Every once in a while, she paused in her stroking to catch my pre-cum in her palm and add it to the fluids there. My excitement grew even more intense with every passing moment, especially when she began fingering my ass-hole.
I looked down at her face again. The head of my prick was pressed right between her breasts. She gazed at it hungrily, pumping me even faster.
"Polly," I grunted in warning.
Her hand was nothing but a white blur.
There was the familiar tug behind my balls. Then the exquisite, almost painful pleasure that occurs the second before orgasm. And then, with a low roar, I exploded. Polly's moans matched my own as she directed my spraying cock from one hard nipple to the other. Her hand never stopped moving. Soon, her deeply tanned flesh was covered with my healthy load.
Polly released me when I stopped shooting and then moaned louder as she massaged the goo into her skin with both hands. Her nipples looked even harder than before. I lay beside her, struggling to catch my breath and watched as one wet hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. She brought herself to a quick hard cum with two fingers and then turned to me, eyes glowing.
"Here's one satisfied customer and you haven't even started the job yet."
I was still too weak to laugh.
"If you need any referrals, let me know."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I guess I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out what kind of fringe benefits I was getting on most of my jobs-and I did have lots of work.
That someone was Peg.
I had installed a Jacuzzi the previous day for another one of our neighbors. When I went back for one last check, just to make sure everything was working properly, I found the petite redhead relaxing in the hot water, obviously naked and eagerly awaiting my arrival.
"I guess everything is working properly," I said.
Kneeling on the tiled floor beside Angie, I leaned down for a kiss. As our tongues danced, my gaze traveled down to her tiny breasts. Water dripped off the nipples. It reminded me of cumming on Polly and my dick began to twitch.
"Come on in," she said, tugging on the front of my shirt. "Find out for yourself."
"Isn't it about time for your husband to come home from work?" I asked, even as I began taking off my clothes.
"He's working late-again," she answered, her eyes glued to my crotch. "Who cares?"
I certainly didn't care. In fact, I was glad. Peg's new job seemed to be keeping her even busier than before. She rarely got home before ten at night. I found that I worked harder for myself than I ever had for someone else-sometimes sixty hours or more. By the time Peg got home, I was sound asleep.
Naked, I stepped into the warm water. Angie moved to her knees. She took my cock into her mouth, swallowing every inch of it because it was still soft. With her hot mouth and talented tongue, that changed quickly. As I grew harder and longer, she released me until nothing remained in her mouth but my swollen knob. She continued to tease that with her tongue until I was throbbing.
"Where do you want this big boy?" I asked.
Angie freed me completely and I sank down into the water.
"Where do you think?" she wanted to know as she straddled my lap.
I laughed softly and squeezed her tight little ass with both hands as she lowered herself slowly onto me. Her pussy was even wetter inside than out, and so hot I was afraid it was going to melt my dick. She was tighter than usual, too, and moaned as my cock filled her to capacity.
"Nice," she breathed, already starting to ride up and down slowly.
"You're ready," I whispered.
"Uh-huh," she grunted in reply. "Been thinking about this all day."
As she worked her super-wet cunt up and down my dick, I sucked first one nipple and then the other. And then she lowered her mouth to mine and rammed her tongue between my lips. Her body moved taster and she moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck it just like that!" she grunted, her green eyes glittering feverishly.
I pulled her down onto me, thrusting upward quickly. If she wanted it hard and fast, I was certainly willing to give it to her that way-after all, she was a customer.
With a little grunt and two or three jerks, Angie climaxed quickly. She took several deep, shuddering breaths and then looked down at me, her eyes still glazed.
"Now I want you in my ass."
I was expecting that. We had only been together two or three times, but each and every time, I ended up in her ass. Angie knelt on the floor of the Jacuzzi again. Resting her upper body on the tiles surrounding it, she thrust her ass in my direction. I primed her with my finger. The water allowed it to slip inside of her tight channel easily.
"This was the only reason I wanted a Jacuzzi," she moaned.
"I think we've already established that I can fuck your ass just about anywhere," I said, giving my dick a squeeze. "Let's see, there was that time in the garage and.. . "
"Some night you're going to fuck me while he's here," she cut in, reaching for more of my fingers.
I added a second finger and pushed them both in past the second knuckle. Her rectum sucked on them.
"Right under his big nose."
The thought excited me almost as much as the anticipation of fucking Angie's ass-hole. I withdrew my fingers and pressed my cockhead against her puckered opening. As usual, I eased into her with little or no resistance. Soon, she was rocking back and forth on her knees, begging me for more and more.
I held onto her ass with both hands and watched my dick slide in and out of her butt hole. The water bubbling and swirling around us only added to the dozens of pleasurable sensations attacking my senses. The water caressed my swinging balls and her ass clamped down tighter and tighter on my dick.
My climax hit moments later. I howled and pumped my boiling spunk deep into her bowels. That set Angie off and it was a while before either of us returned to reality.
An hour or so later, with another satisfied customer behind me, I pulled into the driveway and parked behind Peg's car. I glanced at my watch, surprised that she was home so early-and a little nervous, too.
Peg was sitting in the den, quietly reading, with her feet tucked up under her. She was wearing her blue velour bathrobe, which indicated she had been home for a while. She looked up when I came in and smiled.
"Hi."
"Hi," I said as I kissed her. She had that clean, just showered aroma. "What brings you home so early?"
"Nothing in particular," she answered with a shrug. "I called to see if you wanted to meet me for dinner, but you weren't here."
"I was over at.. . "
"I know where you were," she said, closing the book with a snap. "I came home, checked your schedule and then decided to go visit you on the job."
Silence filled the room. We stared at each other for a long time, neither of us moving. I was barely breathing. Without even asking or her telling me, I knew she had seen me fucking Angie in the Jacuzzi.
"Have you been taking care of our neighbors' wives needs for a long time, or is this something new you've added to your services?" she finally asked.
There was no need to answer. She already knew. I simply stood there waiting for her to start yelling at me or hitting me or something.
She did neither.
To my surprise, she stood up, untied her robe and opened it. She was naked underneath, stiff pink nipples topping her breasts. It was as if I was seeing her naked for the first time. Peg cupped her breasts, fondling them gently. She lifted the heavy globes and thrust her delicious-looking nipples in my direction.
When her hands traveled downward, my gaze followed them. I watched as she ran her fingertips through her blonde muff. She moaned and cupped her mound hard. Then she spread her legs only far enough to work a finger up between those swollen lips.
"Look how wet I am," Peg whispered.
The finger she showed me was glistening with her oils.
"I watched you with Angie for a long time," she confessed, her voice catching in her throat when she reinserted her finger and added a second. "I never realized how much it would turn me on to see you with another woman."
"You mean.. . " I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"I was so horny, I came straight home and masturbated," she answered.
Placing one foot on the coffee table, she spread her thighs wide. Now her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy slowly. I could see the lips clinging to it, see her clit growing stiff.
"And all I could think about was how you looked with your cock buried in Angie's ass-hole," she finished and swallowed hard. "The look on your face when you came was unreal."
All I could do was stand there watching her, the realization of what she was saying slowly sinking into my befuddled brain. My wife was turned on by seeing me with another woman.
"Who else have you been fucking?" she asked. Her hand was moving faster now and she rocked her clit with her palm.
"Let's go in the guest room," I suggested. "I'll put fresh batteries in the vibrator and we'll talk about it."
She looked a little confused, but led the way in that direction. As I followed my naked wife down the hall, I adjusted my growing prick in my jeans. I ducked into our bedroom, grabbed her vibrator (the one with the big knob and the bumps along the sides) and popped in fresh batteries.
Peg was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, waiting for me. I turned the sex toy on, ran the buzzing tip over her nipples and then slid it down her body. She sighed and spread her legs, allowing me to slide it up and down the deep groove between her swollen lips.
"Do you fuck them on this bed?" she wanted to know.
"Sometimes," I croaked.
Wedging the base of the vibrator against the bed, I stepped back and began taking off my clothes. Peg watched me, moaned and squirmed against the spread when she saw my hard cock.
"Have you fucked Karen?" she asked suddenly.
I nodded.
"Does she have a pretty pussy?" Peg asked, picking up the vibrator.
"Yes," I answered, but then I sensed that Peg wanted me to talk about it in detail. "It's covered with thick, red hairs and her clit is huge."
"Does she taste good?" she asked, rubbing the sex toy over her own clit and shivering with delight.
"Yeah, and she sure knows how to suck a cock," I replied.
I knelt on the bed at her feet and urged her to spread her legs wider. Then I watched my wife's wet pussy open up for the vibrator as it was pushed inside.
"Does she swallow your cum?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes she just wants me to cum on her."
Peg gasped as she worked the vibrator in and out slowly. She closed her eyes and I had no doubt about what she was picturing in her head.
"Then there's Liz," I said impulsively.
Peg froze and her eyes flew open. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. "But Liz is a lesbian. Rumor has it that she's having an affair with Brenda."
"Liz and Brenda are bisexual," I explained patiently. "They are having an affair, but I've been invited to join in from time to time."
"Tell me," she whimpered. The vibrator began moving again, deeper than before and a bit faster.
"Brenda approached me first," I began. "Because Liz was over here every day, she thought we were having an affair. She was jealous, simple as that."
"Were you?"
"No. But I encouraged Brenda to talk and she got so hot, she ended up masturbating in front of me." I chuckled. "Brenda was sure Liz was fantasizing about me while they fucked."
Peg's eyes were closed again, the vibrator moving slowly.
"At first, they only let me watch," I began. "We were in the den. They stripped and ate each other out. And then they brought on the sex toys. They have a double-headed dildo and a strap-on dildo."
Peg's body was reaching for more of the noisy sex toy. Her juices bubbled up and out, oozing down her crack.
"And then they let me join in," I whispered, so as not to disturb her fantasy.
I slid one hand up her sticky wet thigh. My other hand was on my throbbing cock. The tip was wet with pre-cum.
"I fucked Liz while she fucked Brenda," I said, and then I added, "And one time we both fucked Brenda at the same time."
Peg gasped.
"Do you want to pretend that you're Brenda?"
She looked at me and nodded.
"Turn over," I said, touching her knee.
Peg turned over on the bed and buried her face in the pillows. I took over the vibrator then, sliding it up and down her crack from her clit to her ass-hole. The shaft was so wet, I could hardly hold onto it. When I buried it in her pussy again, she groaned and pushed back against it.
We'd done this before, when Peg first bought the vibrator, but this time I was going to enjoy her ass.
"That's right," I whispered as I pumped it in and out to match her rhythm. "You're on top of Liz, riding up and down on that big rubber dick. The two of you kiss and rub your sweaty bodies against each other. Feel good?"
"Yes," she hissed.
I had never seen my wife like this before. She was completely lost in fantasy, nothing but a helpless mass of female flesh.
"But the dildo just isn't enough. You want something more," I continued. "What is it?"
"My ass," she moaned. "I need something in my ass."
"Another dildo? There are others."
"No."
"What? A tongue? Fingers?"
"Your cock. Lucas, I need your cock in my ass," she said almost pleading with me.
Her thick, buttery oils poured out of her pussy, dripping onto the hand that manipulated the vibrator. I caught some of them in my other hand and smeared them onto my cock. Then I guided my wet prick to her anal opening and gave a gentle shove.
The little hole gave a little, but nothing else happened.
"Yes, Lucas," she gasped. "Please hurry. I want to cum."
I shoved the vibrator into her pussy and left it there. Then I concentrated on getting my dick into her super-tight ass-hole. That really didn't take long at all. Once the wet head opened her up, the shaft slid in easily, stretching her even wider. The fake dick buzzing in her pussy sent vibrations throughout her whole body. The deeper I plunged into her rectum, the more I was aware of it.
"Fuck me, Lucas," Peg howled.
All the fantasizing was over. This was the real thing. My wife was ready to climax any moment and I had a feeling I was going to cum right along with her. Our sweaty bodies slapped together rhythmically for just a few minutes. I watched her ass-hole suck me deep. I squeezed her round cheeks with both hands but mostly I listened to her cries of pleasure growing louder by the minute.
Then, suddenly, Peg was climaxing, the pleasure causing her whole body to gyrate wildly on the end of my dick. That set me off. The cum spewed from my cockhead, filling her rectum to overflowing.
Even after we calmed down, Peg refused to release me. She kept the vibrator in her pussy and held me with her ass until my cock shriveled and fell out. And then we lay on the bed, holding each other close.
That was just the beginning of a very, very long night.
When I told my wife about Toni, she got just as hot. We ended up in a comfortable, side-by-side 69 position that left both of us breathless. I also told her about Polly and a few of the other neighborhood wives I'd been sleeping with. Each and every time, we were so turned on, we ended up fucking ourselves to exhaustion.
We were just dozing off to sleep when the alarm went off.
"Time to get up," I said, nudging Peg.
"I'll call in sick later," she murmured.
As I turned the alarm off and snuggled closer to my sleeping wife, I was certainly glad I didn't have to worry about calling in sick.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Surprisingly enough, life continued pretty much as usual. Peg did start coming home a bit earlier more often. The only time she mentioned my outside activities with our neighbors was when we were having sex.
My business continued to grow with very little advertising. Word of mouth is a very powerful tool. One happy customer tells a few friends, they tell a few friends and so on. Each and every day was filled with a new and challenging project. I had to hire someone part-time to answer the phone and take care of the books. And I was given the opportunity to use some of my architectural training from college to design some very imagine decks.
I can't remember being so content both with my work and my marriage. Besides that, I had all the pussy I could handle!
As summer dwindled to a close, we decided to have a neighborhood cookout in a little area we called the park. It was really just a small, grassy, undeveloped lot in the middle of the development, with a few picnic tables and some swings. Until recently, the husbands took turns cutting the grass. Since I had more time on my hands than most, I'd been doing it all lately.
Everyone began gathering in mid-afternoon, bringing grills, coolers of cold beer and baskets laden with food. As more and more people arrived, the smell of charcoal filled the air. A dozen different conversations buzzed. Someone turned on a radio. I was friendly to everyone, but mostly I tended steaks and burgers and watched. Seeing the women I'd been fucking with their husbands kind of excited me.
Peg came up behind me, slid her arms around my chest and pressed her cheek against my back. "Does it turn you on?" Peg asked quietly.
"What? Seeing Karen and Toni here with their husbands?" I asked in a hushed voice.
"And Liz and Brenda."
"Yes."
"Where's Polly?" she asked.
"Her husband is out of town. She said she didn't feel right showing up alone," I explained.
"Or maybe she couldn't handle seeing you with your wife," Peg suggested.
I chuckled. "Maybe. What about you? Does it turn you on to know I've been with all these women?"
"You bet," she whispered, gave me a little squeeze and stepped away.
Moments later, I wandered toward the tables where Peg and Toni were talking. The blonde was showing my wife how to stretch her calves and then her hamstrings. With one leg stretched out in front, Toni leaned forward, her pretty ass jutting in the other direction.
"Bend from the hip, not the waist," Toni was saying.
"I see," Peg said.
She had been watching closely, but when she saw me approaching Toni. from behind, she grinned at me. Were her nipples getting hard, or was that just my imagination?
Karen and Brian were sitting together at the end of the next table. She looked incredibly beautiful in a white tank top and white shorts. Brian waved when he saw me and motioned for me to join them. As I moved in that direction, I passed Brenda's husband, Ken.
"Hey, man, congratulations on the new business. I hear it's going great," Ken said, shaking my hand. He had a firm grip and the smile on his face was genuine.
"Thanks," I said with a smile. "Yeah, I've been real lucky."
"No, you do good work," he said, and there was no doubt that he meant what he said. "I've seen the Jacuzzi you put in for Angie and Walter."
I didn't know what to say. "Thanks."
"We've been thinking about adding a deck to our place. Maybe I'll give you a call in the next few weeks."
"Do that. I'll give you a good deal," I told him.
Just then, Brenda called his name and he hurried in her direction.
I caught Brenda's eye and smiled at her. She waved, just a little wiggle of her fingers. Then Liz and Michael strolled up to her and her whole expression changed. Neither of the men seemed to notice, but it was obvious Brenda and Liz had the hots for each other. That's when I began to wonder if maybe they were swapping. The thought intrigued me.
It was almost dark when we began clearing the tables. Couples gathered around a small fire we had built, talking and laughing. The scene was tranquil, heartwarming.
"If you'll help me take this cooler to the house, I'll bring back some marshmallows." It was Toni and the look on her face said much, much more than her words. Marshmallows was the last thing she had on her mind.
I searched the crowd and found Jeff deep in conversation with two or three other guys. Peg was talking to Angie.
"I'd be happy to help," I said as I took the cooler from her.
Toni's house was about two blocks up from the park and neither of us said anything as we walked in that direction. The streetlights came on one by one, illuminating our path. She trotted ahead of me, unlocked the door and led the way inside.
Toni didn't bother to turn on any lights.
I placed the cooler on the floor next to what I imagined was the refrigerator. In the darkness, I could see the shape of a small table. I could hear Toni's breathing and the whisper of clothing being removed.
She caught one of my hands in hers and guided it to her bare breast. Her stiff nipple stabbed my palm. "I'm so hot for you," she whispered. "I can't wait another second."
I pulled her into my arms and we kissed. With my hands, I discovered that she had taken off all of her clothes. I caressed her bare flesh, kneading and massaging, and she moaned into my mouth, wiggling closer.
"My pussy is boiling over," she groaned. "Touch it."
Running my hands up her inner thighs, I eased them apart slightly. I covered her mound with one hand. Her hairs were wet, her lips swollen with excitement. She gasped when I worked a finger up in between and found her erect clit.
"Oh, Lucas," she hissed.
Spreading her legs even further apart and squatting slightly, she tried to capture my elusive finger. I gave her just the tip only briefly. Her oils flowed that much faster, coating it. Then I transferred that wetness back to her clit. Her quick intake of breath, a little gasp of pleasure, reached my ears.
My dick had been growing in length and girth since I heard her taking off her clothes. Just the thought of that nakedly perfect body so close to mine was enough to drive me crazy. Inhaling her woman-scent and hearing her urgent whispers through the darkness only added to the heat of the moment. Now, my cock was throbbing, straining against the front of my slacks.
"Please, we don't have much time," she whispered.
The sound of frustration filled her voice. She held my wrist with both hands and tried to force my fingers inside of her.
"At least make me cum with your fingers."
The thought of her husband being right down the block, maybe even heading in this direction in search of us, excited me. Pre-cum bubbled onto my knob, wetting my shorts. I pushed two fingers deep into her body and listened to her gasp of pleasure.
"Yeah," she groaned, working her hips in a little circle against my hand. "Yeah."
Soon, I was churning her juices to a froth with my fingers. I rammed my tongue into her hot mouth with the same rhythm and she sucked it hard. I rocked her clit with my palm. Our ragged breathing filled the room and mingled with the wet sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her sloppy cunt. Just when I thought she was ready to climax, I licked my way down her chest and captured one sweaty nipple between my lips.
"Oh!" she whimpered.
The tremors began deep inside of her, a quick little flutter at first. And then her climax hit full force. She bucked and gyrated wildly, groaning in release. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, sucking and squeezing at the same time.
I stayed right with her, but my thoughts raced. I imagined that hot, tight cunt pulsing around my dick. I imagined her legs wrapped around my ass, her body taking everything I gave her and asking for more. To keep from shooting in my pants, I squeezed my cock hard through my pants.
"Make me cum again," she moaned, almost before she recovered from the first one. "Use your tongue. God, I can't get enough of you."
"What if Jeff comes looking for us?" I asked as we sank to the linoleum floor.
"I don't care," she moaned, clinging to me, pulling me down on top of her.
Kneeling between her widespread legs, I ran my hands all over her as I'd done before. Every muscle in her body was taut and firm, yet she still felt as womanly as Polly or Karen. I kissed and licked my way down her sweaty stomach to her dripping-wet pussy. The lips were still swollen, her clit as large as before.
"Maybe Jeff would join in," she said softly.
I swirled my tongue through her hairs, noisily lapping up the clear droplets of juices clinging to them. My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness by this time. I was beginning to see more shapes and shadows, but that was all.
"Would you like that?" I asked. Holding her lips apart with my thumbs, I blew on them.
In response to both my question and my actions, she shuddered and a fresh flood of juices poured out, coating my thumbs.
"Then you'd have two big dicks to enjoy," I suggested.
"And two tongues," she moaned, placing a hand on my head.
With a little chuckle, I curled my tongue into a point and worked it up and down her slit as I'd done a hundred times before. I knew exactly when to touch her clit and how. I knew when she wanted my thick oral muscle in her ass-hole. And I knew when she wanted it in her pussy. She let me know that in no uncertain terms.
I slid my hands up under her ass and literally pulled her onto my outstretched tongue. Then I began working it in and out, bumping her clit with my nose. God, she tasted good! I wanted to dive in head-first and wiggle my ears.
"Oh, God!" she groaned.
Toni tangled her fingers in my hair and humped my face, her grunts of pleasure filling the dark room. I worked a finger into her rectum and wiggled it around in a little circle. Her hips worked even faster, rocking back and forth between my tongue and my finger.
That's when I heard someone at the door.
I lifted my head, listening intently. It took Toni a few seconds longer, but when the doorknob rattled again, she froze. Neither of us moved or even dared to breathe.
There was a click and the door eased open, a dark shape silhouetted for a moment by the streetlights outside. Then the door was closed again and someone stepped into the room.
Both Toni and I remained perfectly still. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure our visitor could hear it. It was as if talking about Jeff had made him appear. The dark shape, unaccustomed to the total darkness, took a few steps toward us.
"Toni? Lucas?"
The whisper was hoarse and someone was feeling along the wall, looking for a light switch. I couldn't place the voice.
"It's me, Karen."
Toni let out a long breath. I all but fainted with relief.
She flipped the switch and light flooded the kitchen. The three of us stared at each other for a few seconds. And then Karen began to smile.
"You should see yourselves," she said.
Trying to imagine what we must look like, I ran my tongue over my lips, which were covered with Toni's oils. Toni was sprawled out in the middle of her kitchen floor, completely naked, legs spread wide. My face was wet and probably covered with curly blonde hairs.
"I know that two's company.. . " Karen began.
Toni cut her off and for the first time, I realized she was smiling, too. "And three is just plain fun."
Looking down, I saw her lewdly exposed pussy pulse. A flood of juices poured out, sliding down her crack. She humped the air slowly. "I think that means you're welcome to join in," I said, my voice husky.
"Good, because it looks like you need some attention, too," she said, nodding at my bulging crotch.
My erection had returned full force. In fact, I think it was even bigger than before, painfully hard.
"Let's go in the living room," Toni whispered. "We'll be more comfortable there."
The three of us stood up. "And lock the door this time," I suggested.
Karen laughed and led the way into the living room. Once there, she tugged at my zipper, easing it down and then pushing my clothes down out of the way. My dick leaped free, already throbbing. Several droplets of pre-cum decorated my knob.
I sank to the carpeted floor next to the sofa and sighed as she curled her fingers around my prong. Karen pumped me until more pre-cum appeared and then she leaned forward and licked it off, moaning at the taste. I gasped and shivered all over when she raked the tip of her tongue across my nerve bundle.
Before I had much time to think about that, though, she dropped her head lower and bathed my balls in warm spit. Then she sucked on them gently.
"Wait on me," Toni said.
She hurried across the room and positioned herself on the sofa, so that her pussy was right in front of my face. Spreading her legs wide, she placed a hand on my head, guiding my tongue to her gaping hole. Her excitement had returned full force, just as mine had.
Her swollen clit throbbed and the tiny mouth of her cunt twitched in anticipation.
Just as I pushed my tongue inside of her, Karen swallowed more than half of my dick. I moaned, thrilled at the way Toni's pussy sucked on my tongue while Karen began sliding her hot lips up and down my dick. It was just as useless for me to try to control the instinctive upward thrust as it was for Toni to try to sit still.
"Make.. .me.. .cum!" Toni grunted.
Each word was separated by a little shudder of pleasure, a mini-cum. With both hands on my head, she ground her pussy against my mouth. I felt as if I was drowning in her juices. What a way to go!
Karen sucked hard and then swirled her tongue around me lazily. Her long hair brushed my thighs, feeling like silken fingers. Her hands found my balls, kneading them tenderly as if coaxing the cum up into my shaft. It wouldn't take much to accomplish that, not with Toni squirming around on the end of my tongue.
I eased my tongue out of Toni's pussy and rubbed her clit with my fingers. This allowed me to glance down at Karen. She had her eyes closed and her head bobbed steadily, obviously enjoying every minute of this oral episode.
And then Toni was cumming. Grabbing my head with both hands, she forced my tongue into her cunt again. It was already pulsing, fluttering, and her oils poured. To add to her pleasure, I worked a finger into her ass-hole.
Karen knew I was ready to explode. Gushers of pre-cum coated her tongue, one after the other, each one thicker than the one before. She sucked hard, her head bobbed faster.
My control slipped away quickly. I fucked Karen's mouth none too gently. When the first thick stream jetted from the end of my dick, I moaned into Toni's muff. I was vaguely aware of Karen swallowing noisily. She continued to suck me even as my spurting turned into a dribble. And then she settled for milking the last drops onto her tongue with her hand.
Toni had recovered somewhat by this time. She watched Karen closely.
"Ever sucked pussy?" she asked.
Karen licked her lips and looked from me to Toni and back again. "No."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," she replied.
Reluctantly, I left the two women alone and went into the bathroom to wash my face. Surely, Peg was beginning to wonder what had happened to me. And I had a feeling Jeff was going to come looking for his wife soon. He would be happy to find Karen and her together like this.
I stepped out of the back door and started down the street. The small fire was still going in the park, but only a few people stood around it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I went from one little cluster of people to another, searching for Peg. Finally, I asked Ken if he'd seen her.
"She and Brenda were talking about something and then they left," he answered, obviously unconcerned about his wife's disappearance.
"Where did they go?" I asked.
"Your house, I think," he told me.
I hurried in that direction. There was a light on in the kitchen, but the rest of the house was dark. I pictured the two of them sitting at the table, sipping coffee, poring over recipes.
I should have known that was the wrong image.
Breathless, I stepped through the back door into the kitchen. The women were not there. Following my instincts, I went through the dark living room and peered in the den. The streetlight just outside the window bathed the room in a warm, amber glow.
No one was in that room.
Then I heard voices coming from the direction of the bedroom. The thick carpet in the hallway silenced my footsteps. I had an idea of what I was going to find there and I had a feeling I was going to be as pleased as Jeff.
The bedroom was empty.
"You're a very good student," someone half-moaned.
Now, I realized the voices were coming from the bathroom across the hall. I pressed my ear against the door, listening, my heart thudding.
"Stick your tongue inside of me." It was the same voice.
There was silence.
"Yeah, that's right. God, you've got a long tongue."
"As long as Liz's tongue?" Peg asked.
"Longer and much more talented. All she ever wants to do is get fucked with the dildo."
"Your ass-hole tastes as good as your pussy," Peg replied, changing the subject altogether.
Even though I had suspected Brenda and Peg came to the house just to be alone, the realization that my wife was with another woman hit me hard. Now my heart was hammering, the hand on the door shaking, and my legs were weak.
However, my dick was alert, pressing against the front of my slacks again as if it had seen no action for weeks.
I pushed gently on the door, just enough to cause it to swing inward a few inches. There was Brenda on her knees, bending over the edge of the tub. She was still wearing her blouse, but her shorts and panties lay in a little pile on the floor beside her. Peg was on the floor behind her, her tongue sliding in and out of Brenda's rectum.
Swallowing hard, I shivered at the sight of my wife completely naked on her hands and knees in the bathroom floor.
Peg's ass was thrust high into the air, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening wet slit. Every time she pushed her tongue into Brenda's tiny anal opening, Peg's ass-hole winked at me.
"Let me have your pussy again," Peg whispered.
Brenda slowly changed positions. Now, she was sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide. She reached for Peg's head with both hands and sighed as my wife's mouth covered her clit.
Peg was moaning, too. She spent only a few minutes sucking Brenda's clit and then that busy tongue was at work again, worming its way between Brenda's swollen lips.
"Very good," Brenda breathed. "You haven't forgotten a thing."
The small, dark-haired woman closed her eyes and leaned back against the tank, giving Peg all the room she needed. She fondled her breasts with both hands. Her groans grew louder with each passing moment.
Peg's head never stopped moving, nor did her hands. She began by stroking Brenda's sticky-wet inner thighs and then she massaged Brenda's big clit with her thumb. Finally, she worked a finger into Brenda's butt hole, teasing it with just the tip for pushing it in deep.
"God, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd been a cunt lapper for years instead of just a few days," Brenda moaned.
So this had been going on for a few days! I stood there, breathless with excitement and watched my wife bring another woman to orgasm. But in the back of my mind, I began to wonder who else Peg had been seeing.
"Now, it's my turn," Peg said, giving Brenda's pussy a last tender kiss.
My wife rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, humping the air. Brenda was on her knees almost immediately, her tongue buried in Peg's cunt.
I continued to stand there watching, rubbing my dick through my clothes. Peg's breasts jiggled with her seductive humping. The eyes that gazed down at Brenda's plunging tongue were glazed with lust. From the size of her clit and the guttural sound of her grunts, it wouldn't take much more to bring her off.
And then Peg saw me.
With a little gasp, she placed her hand on Brenda's head. "Eat me. God, eat me," Peg groaned, her hips working double time.
My wife climaxed, her whole body convulsing, her juices boiling out. Brenda slurped and sucked noisily, not lifting her head until Peg collapsed on the floor breathless.
"Now, I could use a dick," Brenda moaned.
"Here's one if you're interested," I said, stepping into the bathroom.
While Brenda was busy bringing my wife through an oral orgasm, I had taken off my clothes. Now I stood behind Brenda, throbbing cock in hand. My balls felt as if they were going to explode.
Brenda grinned at me over her shoulder. "Any cock will do."
Kneeling behind Brenda, I pushed my dick in to the hilt in one smooth motion. We began working together almost immediately, falling into that age-old rhythm with no problem at all. Even as I fucked her, I gazed at my wife. She bit her lip and reached for Brenda's head again.
I was the first one to climax. I pulled my dick out of Brenda at the last minute and sprayed my hot load all over her ass. She came, too, groaning in release. And then Peg's sounds of pleasure mingled with Brenda's.
The three of us collapsed in a tangled heap of arms and legs.
"I'm going to suggest we go into the bedroom," Peg said after a few minutes. "It's going to get crowded in here."
I looked up to see Liz standing in the doorway. She was grinning broadly.
Needless to say it was a long, long night.
The only thing I have to add to this is that, now, I know I'm not the only one bedding my neighbors' wives!
