At one time or another even the most successful of marriages undergoes at least one traumatic period. When this happens, the entire relationship stands at a crucial crossroads, with two or more lives hanging in the balance.
Such is the case with Jack and Molly Perkins, the fascinating subjects of this in-depth psychodrama. Outwardly the Perkins represent the ultimate in contentment, with Jack a prosperous lawyer and Molly a beautiful young housewife. However, the combination of tragedy stemming from two miscarriages, coupled with the realization that Molly will never have children, and considering the fact that Jack puts in long hours at his law practice. all these factors add up and drive the couple apart sexually.
When they attempt to fix things, they find themselves suddenly involved in a suburban wife swapping circuit, where spouses toss all inhibitions to the wind and engage in multiple sexual adventures.
One chance stopover at a local bar one evening is the cause of a meeting with Mark and Shirley, a debonair and attractive couple. Mark, a prosperous dentist, invites the Perkins up to his home for a drink.
Drinks, though, lead to a wild party; a whole night of debauchery, and this changes the scope and perspective of the Perkins' lives.
The desperate search for their identities becomes more obscured as time goes by and as their sexual adventures multiply. Jack begins to slack off in his work, while Molly, during one afternoon while he is away, gets herself involved in a lesbian act with a newfound friend.
Eventually both Jack and Molly regain their direction and save their marriage before it is too late, but riot before a series of unrestrained sexual, experiences occur, and with numerous participants.
This is a story of compelling social magnitude, about a phenomenon that has swept the country by a storm of late -- that of wife swapping -- and how that social phenomenon affects the lives of two young suburbanites.
The Publisher
Chapter One
The full moon overhead glowed luminously and the bright lights of Ventura Boulevard beamed on both sides as a flashing red neon sign attracted Jack Perkins' attention.
THE ROYAL ROOSTER, it flashed, seizing his curiosity and whetting his already active appetite for post-dinner cocktails all the more.
"Like a drink, honey?" he turned toward his beautiful wife Molly.
"Yes I would," she smiled thinly.
"This looks like as good a place as any."
"Fine with me," she nodded.
On gaining Molly's confirmation Jack swung his red Mustang into the almost full parking lot. Things suddenly fell into perspective as he recalled what caused him to take notice of THE RED ROOSTER in preference to numerous other cocktail establishments on Ventura in his hometown of Sherman Oaks. One of the younger lawyers in his firm had mentioned it, referring to it as an interesting hangout. That was what caused the name to register in his subconscious when he saw the sign.
Jack's motivation was nothing more than innocent curiosity. He was basically loyal to Molly, with only a casual intermittent flirtation of adultery dotting a marriage of almost five years' duration.
With a woman as beautiful as Molly around the desire to engage in extra-marital adventures was seldom that strong, despite his strong sexual propensities. As they got out of the car and walked hand-in-hand toward the front entrance to the bar he cast an appreciative eye her way. Her flaming red hair was as radiant as always, her snowy white complexion as flawless as ever. Her huge brown eyes stood out with their usual saucer-like beautiful innocence. As for the figure, that too remained stunning -- there were the voluptuous breasts, which jutted out straight and firm underneath her blouse, and the trim, sleek legs which he quickly observed beneath her skirt.
That night he decided, in a state of urgency, that he needed to take his gorgeous spouse to dinner, as a love offering on his part. They had dined at a fashionable French restaurant a few blocks away, and were preparing to relax with a few drinks before heading back home, where he hoped to get his hot rocks off inside her.
Despite his thriving law practice and her youthful beauty the marriage had not been faring well in recent months. There had been the interminable stays at the office to take care of a heavy caseload, the mind-blowing hours of waiting on her part for him to come home. But his busy schedule was not the main reason for. their gradual drifting while sharing the same bedroom. Things had grown tense ever since she had experienced her second miscarriage of their marriage one year earlier. Molly had wanted a child desperately. Not only had she lost her second baby, but she was told by her physician that she would never be able to bear up under the burden of a child. At first she had become morose, sullen, uncommunicative. Jack had suggested adopting a child several times, but each time she rejected his offer. It was too painful to even think about not being able to have her own, child.
After the tragedy she had thrown herself into social charity club work in an effort to forget, while he had plunged himself deeply into his work for the same reason. As Jack observed them drawing more and more into their own individual shells he decided that it was time to take immediate action before it was too late. Before they found themselves permanently traveling separate paths. With high expectations he had invited her out that evening.
"Let's pretend we're young, in love, and on our first heavy date," he had told her with a smile.
With that objective in mind they walked into the dimly lit, smoke-filled bar. A smiling cocktail waitress led them through a maelstrom of customers to a table several feet away from the piano player, who was belting out a stepped up version of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco."
Jack took Molly's hand and held it firmly underneath the table, looking fervently into her deep brown eyes. The accommodating waitress reappeared and they each ordered a bourbon-and-water on the rocks. The drinks were served up, he paid for them, and they took casual sips from their glasses as they settled back, and listened to the music.
"Reminds me of home," a handsome, brown-haired man in a neatly tailored suit commented to Jack and Molly from the adjoining table a scant few feet away.
"What's that?" Jack asked, looking at the man and his striking blonde wife seated next to him after being stirred from his revery.
"I said it reminds me of home. Shirley and I are both from the Bay area. In fact that's where we met, when we were both students at Cal."
So began a friendly conversation. Mark Tompson introduced himself and his wife Shirley to Jack and Molly. They soon found themselves getting along famously. After all, they had a good deal in common. Mark was a professional man, a successful San Fernando Valley dentist based in nearby Studio City; while Jack was a prosperous Sherman Oaks attorney. Both had beautiful wives who were in their late twenties, with Molly a striking redhead and Shirley an overpowering blonde.
Then several drinks later a powerful chemistry began to emerge. Dapper and handsome Mark was drawing out Molly, and it bugged Jack initially to notice it. He had come into the bar with a nervous hard-on for his sexy wife, and he didn't want anything to come between him and his festively sensual mood, which would culminate with the best-ever screw they had ever had. But not all that was jeopardized by the attention she was paying to Mark. Not that she was throwing herself at him, but was indicating enough interest to pique Jack's considerable ego.
As time continued to elapse; however, Jack's attitude changed. He found himself hungrily eyeing voluptuous Shirley from across the table. She failed to catch his first two conscientious glances, but the third time around their eyes met, locking at first curiously, then with mounting sensual electricity.
Jack felt himself tense enormously between his legs. He could feel the unmistakable message in his cock and balls as his elongated peter scraped against his shorts and pant leg. To make things even more erotically shattering Shirley was wearing a low cut black dress. Jack didn't even have to crane his neck to see the taut, well-formed pendulous .breasts that he longed to press his fingers around, that he longed to kiss and suck.
For a fleeting moment, through the fog of near drunkenness, he thought about the consequences of what was happening. It was weird, the way that he was falling for Shirley and Molly for Mark, and he wondered how it would end. Surely they wouldn't do anything as far out as certain couples they had known did. Jack recalled. hearing a client, a notorious middle-aged swinger who had been married four times, boast of a scintillating swap session with the wife of a friend. He remembered how revolting the idea had struck him, and how he had, had to practice restraint to refrain from telling the client he didn't approve of such, conduct.
As he fell into a more pronounced state of rapture, as he continued to feel powerfully for beautiful Shirley to the depth of his loins, as his bulging prick cried out the need, he wondered if he would have the guts to make some kind of overture. He wondered if perhaps Shirley was no more than toying with him when she opened those thick ruby red lips so tauntingly and rolled her tongue around in her mouth. He had known a number of women who were tauntters, or better yet, cockteasers, in his carefree days as a bachelor, before he met and was swept off his feet by the best legal secretary he had ever had, Molly, the girl he swept off to the altar.
And even assuming that Shirley was as willing as she seemed to be, there was always her husband Mark to consider. It appeared that he was on the make for Molly, but appearances were often deceiving, and he might not have had any intention of carrying things beyond pleasant conversation. Perhaps if he were to say anything that Mark regarded as off base there would be a fight. Then too there was the question of how Jack would react if Mark said something he took exception to. He might have been extraordinarily hot for Shirley at that point, but he still felt a profound love for Molly.
It was Mark who finally took the initiative after everybody had reached a festive state.
"Listen, we just live a short way from here up in the hills," Mark gestured sweepingly, his eyes taking in both Jack and Molly. "What do you say we go over there. The noise in here's starting to get to me anyway, and besides that Shirley, and I would like to show you our place anyway. Wouldn't we dear?" he suddenly turned to his wife.
"Yes we would," she smiled.
He couldn't have handled it more tactfully. A few minutes later Jack and Molly were trailing close behind Mark's white Lincoln as they moved up into the, picturesque hills of Studio City.
Mark finally turned into the driveway of a spacious two story hilltop "home with a sweeping view of the Valley's bright lights below.
"Not a bad looking place," Jack nodded favorably.
"He must really be in the money," Molly confirmed.
They walked into the ornate living room, where there was a maid, a bespectacled woman in her fifties, tidying up.
"The children are in bed?" Mark immediately inquired.
"Yes, sir," she nodded. "They have been for better than two hours."
Mark stole a sudden glance at his watch.
"I'll be damned," he exclaimed with surprise. "It's a lot later than I thought."
"You always did lose track of time when you drink," Shirley teased.
"Quite true." Mark then turned his attention back 'to the maid. "Okay, Vera, you've put in a hard day. Thanks for a job well done. You can turn in now."
"Very good, sir. Good-night folks."
Everyone said good-night to Vera and she walked briskly out of the room. A few seconds later a door closed.
"She had a guest house in the backyard," Mark explained. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable, folks. I'll get the drinks."
Drinks were served and conversation commenced anew. But it didn't take the foursome long to recognize that drinking wasn't what was on the mind. Jack kept uncomfortably shifting in his chair, his cock becoming increasingly restless as he continued staring at Shirley's supple, well-formed boobs.
Mark easily recognized the symptoms. He was every bit as restless, and his cock seemed to grow even harder with every glance in the direction of Molly, who was sitting demurely with her drink in her hand.
"I think we're all adult enough to know what's going on in our minds," Mark suddenly suggested. "I suggest we go upstairs. You with me, Jack."
Jack looked over at Shirley, who crossed her lithe, beautifully structured legs at that point.
She flashed him a warm come hither smile, showing her even white teeth. He gasped, coming perilously close to orgasm, a premature orgasm he didn't want.
"I think you're making sense," Jack replied.
"The kids have their bedroom on the first floor," Mark winked coyly as he led Jack and Molly up the stairs. When they reached the top he turned to Jack and said. "You can use this room. Meanwhile, if I may, I'll borrow your wife."
"Sure thing," Jack nodded, his cock throbbing with sensation, eager to set it plunging inside Shirley's mound. He thought about how beautiful she would look undressed and took great pleasure in having the opportunity to disrobe her.
Mark and Molly walked cozily down the hall, with Mark throwing his arm around her shoulder. Jack opened the door, motioning Shirley inside the bedroom first.
"I don't know if I can control myself long enough to undress," he sighed after closing the door. Now they were inside the brightly furnished dimly lit bedroom alone.
"I'm sure you can. You look like a man who possesses self control," Shirley answered in resonant, sexy tones, stretching her gorgeous form out on the bed. She casually kicked her shoes off, watching as they landed on the rug with a thud.
"Normally I do," Jack said tight-lipped, "but not when I'm around somebody like you."
"That's quite a bulge you've got in those trousers."
"Yes, and every inch of it is waiting for you."
"Come over here and let's get things started."
He walked over to her. Shirley moved her body gracefully in the bed, sliding over to give him plenty of room to sit down beside her. She raised her body upward, sliding her head toward his as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His pulse pounded and the wild beast in him, the sexually aroused animal inside of him, surfaced as he caught a whiff of the expensive French perfume she wore. His eyes riveted on her sensuous ruby red lips as his head dropped while hers rose.
Dramatically they met breathlessly in midair. His lips pressed longingly against hers. As lips crashed erotically together he threw his now trembling arms around her waist, holding her securely. Feeling her tits press against his chest titillated him all the more as his lips remained frozen for several seemingly eternal seconds against hers. His cock was frozen as well, begging for more intimate contact with one of the most desirable females he had ever seen.
He broke their kiss and gasped. He looked at her as she opened her mouth. Jack longed to thrust his tongue inside that lovely mouth. He heaved a quick sigh, then let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Their tongues converged. The moment was electric as the tongues swirled and touched in a whirlpool of desire. He moved his right hand up to her hair, running it through those soft, shimmering blonde strands. Once more he came close to orgasm. The only thing that prevented him this time was suddenly withdrawing his tongue from inside Shirley's mouth.
"I want, you," he whispered with almost prayerful reverence.
"Please undress me," she begged "I want you too."
Her words struck fire in his belly. They indicated just how reciprocal their feelings were. Jack had a lot of pride, and what lifted him in sex more than anything else was the recognition that his partner wanted it just as badly as he did. Now that Shirley had expressed herself bluntly the pangs of longing surrounded him from all sides. He would have her, on his terms, right then and there.
He unzipped the back of her dress. Jack cursed himself under his breath several times as his fingers fumbled with anxiety. He was so excited that he was all thumbs. Finally he succeeded in pulling her dress off of her. Shirley was panting heavily, eager to get in some sex as quickly as possible.
Jack reflected momentarily on her stunning form. Now he was getting to see more of her as she was down to her panties and bra. All that was left was finishing the job.
His next order of business just had to be unstrapping that bra and watching those creamy white breasts fall free. That was exactly what he did. A thrill swept through him as they fell free in all their firm passionate splendor. He cupped his hands around them, feeling of their firmness. It was great to finally have his fingers making contact with them, wheras at the bar all he could do was sit there mesmerized, wondering what it would be like to touch them.
Now all that remained was her panties. One quick tug later he was looking at all of her. His itchy fingers dropped with a keen sense of appreciation to her furry white mound. He probed beneath the tufts of blonde hair and touched her clitoris. Her legs trembled and she began gasping as she looked, up at him. Her eyes widened with hellfire excitement as his fingers probed for a few seconds.
Once he removed his fingers from her mound she reached out and took a quick swipe at his zipper. She pulled down on it and out popped his huge throbbing penis, which announced by its very hardness just how ready it was.
"Oh, this is so nice and firm," she whispered as her fingers explored his aroused dong, running up and down the base of his elongated spear.
While Shirley continued toying with his prick he pulled off his shirt and undershirt. Then she let go long enough for him to undo his belt and let his trousers slide down his legs. He quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, then let his trousers slide to the floor. Now he was every bit as naked and liberated as she was.
"Oh but that prick of yours looks appetizing," she exclaimed, reaching out once more and letting her fingers play with it.
As Shirley's fingers continued to massage his shaft with talented precise strokes he let his head move forward and his tongue slip once again inside her mouth.
The stimulating action of their second powerful French kiss of the evening spurred Shirley on to greater heights as her fingers worked at a feverish clip over his hot dick.
Her finger work got him so aroused that he broke their kiss and exclaimed heatedly.
"I've just gotta have you."
"These legs are like peanut butter where you're concerned."
"That's what I was hoping to hear."
Jack shoved his trim, athletic form diligently forward, letting his rock hard phallus slip ever so slowly inside her mound, which was moist with excitement.
He grunted and gasped as he let his cock enter her slowly. His breath came puffily and his face reddened as more and more of him slipped into her hole.
"That feels so tight and good," he gasped. "This is just the beginning."
"Oh, you're so beautiful."
"Fuck me, oh fuck me."
Resolutely he plunged his cock inside her, pushing it inside her moist, anxiety-ridden vaginal walls. She pressed her fingers firmly against his thighs, desiring to have him to hold onto, sighing as her body twisted and rode with his every thrust.
It was big and thick and flowing with an intense lusty excitement. Shirley, a beautiful woman who had commanded attention from men from the time she began blossoming in her early teens, loved nothing more than a, huge stiff prick. Her husband Mark had one, and that was one of the impelling reasons why she wanted to marry him. She had been confident from the first moment that her eyes locked opposite Jack's in the bar that he had a big cock. She had been right, which made her happy that she had cast flirtatious glances his way. It had been worth the effort to snare a handsome, uninhibited man like him.
"Drive it in me, feed my pussy that cock you sexy son of a bitch," she bellowed.
"I dig a woman who gets really turned on when she's getting it."
"Oh, I do, give it to me, I want it."
"I'll give you all you can handle," he assured.
Jack looped his arms around her thighs and pulled her legs wider apart. He loved feeling those smooth and firm gams, which gage him extra incentive to supply her with the best fuck that he knew how.
He shoved an itchy finger into her ass, which caused her body to spasm noticeably. Then he squeezed her thighs tightly shut as his ass rocked back and forth while he pumped meat with savage excitement into her.
Jack enjoyed shoving that hot finger around inside her ass. He corkscrewed it, watching with great interest as her body swayed with his stimulating movements.
"Oh, you're driving me out of my mind," she exclaimed. "Keep it up, sweetheart, I love you."
Pleasures coursed through her body, which was like a burning cauldron of desire. Sweat emerged from her armpits and trickled down both sides of her face.
Jack carefully withdrew his finger from her ass and moved both hands resolutely upward toward her breasts, which still fascinated him. They were the creamiest, most erotic boobs he had ever seen on any woman, with the exception of his wife, who was dead even with Shirley in the breast department.
As his fingers fondled the warm, firm skin memories flashed into his brain of the first time that he had seen Molly naked. He recalled how many times on the job and on dates he had looked at her rich upper cleavage with admiration, longing for the day that he would see her completely exposed. That night didn't come until he had been dating her for two months. Several times prior to that eventful evening he had come exceedingly close to asking her up to his apartment. But each time he had pulled back for fear of turning her off, for fear of offending her. He knew she was no easy mark and that was one of the big reasons why he respected her. From the very beginning he had approached Molly with marriage designs.
Thoughts of the first time he had touched Molly's beauteous breasts surfaced at that point since he found himself reacting to Shirley in much the same way. There had been the moments of doubt and mystery, the jousting that always takes place between man and woman, the hunter and hunted, prior to getting into the act.
Now he had his hot throbbing penis sliding in and out of her slit. Her cunt was tight and firm, just like her tits, and it reminded him of some of the wonderfully erotic rides he had had inside Molly's devastating joy hole. He lowered his head ever so slowly toward her tits. His tongue nudged her right nipple.
A wave of sensation bolted through her from the combination of the sensations she derived from his flaming prick and his sensitive tongue. He let his teeth grind ever so smoothly and softly against her nipples. Then he zeroed in on her tits, letting his tongue flick back and forth with wild excitement.
"Sock it to me, honey," she gasped, "I'm loving it."
As his tongue continued washing her tits and his prick continued stabbing inside her torrid mound she exploded for the first time. She was a tremendously passionate woman who shot often when a stiff prick was steadily grinding inside her.
Her hips pumped enticingly and her ass wiggled seductively as he continued stabbing her with his meat. Only through a masterful stroke of self-control had he refrained for so long from shooting off his rocks inside her.
Jack shifted his hips, grinding his body in tune with hers in perfect symmetry, as he stabbed his way ever closer to orgasm. Sweat dripped down both sides of his face and his face contorted with a reddened pose of determination as he fucked her with everything he had.
Whereas his first few stabs had been exploratory, now he was driving himself at full intensity, threshing ever forward with one goal in mind -- planting his hot sperm inside that tight hole which had given him all that spectacular pleasure.
He could hear a consistently steady slurping sound as she ran her tongue around her mouth. It made him think of how fantastic it would be for her to put that gorgeous mouth to work sucking on his dick. He filed that future request into his think tank and returned with full concentration to the matter at hand -- getting his rocks off.
He reached out and .fondled her legs, once more impressed by her smooth firmness. It turned him on to be touching her that way while his body was rocking steadily forward and his prick was driving relentlessly inside her tight inner folds of flesh.
She shot a second time, letting out a long loud gasp. Sure she was oversexed, and damned proud of it. She had taken .good care of her erotically strong husband. She was proud of that tight, resilient pussy that could withstand assaults from the biggest and stiffest pricks, and Jack's definitely fitted into that category as it ground repeatedly inside her moist mound.
Zephyrs of animal lust spilled through Jack's trembling body as he continued hammering the meat inside her, driving his pulsating shaft ever closer to orgasm.
He clenched her thighs desperately, seeking to cling to her as he drove himself ever onward into a whirlpool of lust. His body jerked forward convulsively as he stabbed her. Jack's cock and balls tingled with pre-orgasmic urge as he fucked her furiously.
"Shove it in me, shove it in me," she whispered prayerfully, her body vibrating back and forth to match his hot movements.
"Oh, I'm just about there," he gasped.
"Finish me. I need it."
"Oooohhhh, oooohhhhh, stay with me."
His fingers dug into her thighs as solidly and as deeply as they could. His pulse pounded and his face reddened as he let out a lengthy sigh, after which the hot white sea of sperm jutted out of the end of his big stick; flooding her with blissful delight.
"Oh, you're in me," she exclaimed, her face spontaneously breaking out in a smile. "It feels so good, so moist and good. Oh, I love it, I love it, you're great."
Jack let out one final gasp of completion. He released his position, letting his body sprawl sideward, where he wound up lying next to her, throwing a comforting arm around her waist.
"I never believed anything could be so good," he spoke softly.
"Maybe we should call that one the fuck heard round the world," she winked.
"I'll go along with that."
But Jack wasn't satisfied by a long shot. The pangs of desire continued reeling impatiently within him. She was so beautiful and so wonderfully uninhibited that he wanted more, and fast.
His eyes, always keenly appraising where feminine beauty was concerned, surveyed her quickly once more. He liked her trim white stomach, the firmly jutting boobs, the white-haired snatch, and her trim legs, which were as well-shaped as any chorus girl's.
The desire for more intimacies was surfacing powerfully. His pulse, which had slowed temporarily after release, was accentuating again. His cock, which had shrunk slightly after orgasm, was gradually extending once more.
Jack had the urge to reach down and touch his prick, yielding to it. While his right hand guided itself slowly up and down the base of his restless shaft his left was smoothly massaging her creamy breasts, which he forever longed to touch.
"This cock interest you?" he asked for a grin, continuing to suggestively pump it as he looked into her eyes.
"I'm not sick, am I?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Well that's the only way it wouldn't interest me. And I'd have to be pretty damned sick too."
"I guess that's what I can expect for asking a stupid question."
They shared a laugh. Once the .laughing stopped the seriousness began. With a tremulous urge she reached out and grabbed Jack's big prick, which was now standing at full length, having regained the stature it enjoyed prior to explosion, and pumped up and down on it several times. The movement of her soft fingers tugging at his hard prick caused his legs to spasm.
"Put it in your mouth and suck it," he called out excitedly, anticipating the glorious feeling of her tongue planting itself securely on his penis.
"I will, after I have me a little fun first."
"Go right ahead. Just don't wait until it's so hard that I can't hold my juice."
"I'll time it perfectly," she assured.
Then she jarred him impact fully by reaching down and toying with his scrotum, running her fingers around it gently, causing his body to rotate in nervous up and down movements. He just couldn't remain still when she was providing such spectacular erotic thrills.
"You're tickling the hell out of me," he cried out.
"I'll do a lot more that that to you before we're through."
"I'm for it, I'm all for it."
Shirley, an expert at providing men with pleasure, was intent on bringing Jack along until he couldn't withstand any more, at which point she would suck his prick dry.
She moved one step forward along her neatly charted path by letting one hand run up and down his long prick as the other continued guiding teasingly over his balls. The double sensations caused his body to rock all the more nervously as she drummed the sensitively tingling cock and the aroused balls.
Shirley thought about all the times that she had similarly excited her husband Mark in the same manner. She loved nothing more than to see a man reduced to erotic quivers, such as Mark had been so many times through means of the same approach, and as Jack was at that particular moment. She had to laugh silently to herself as she thought of how Mark had nicknamed her "The Cock Tingler" a name she had worn with great pride, proving her entitlement to it many times over.
Now it was Jack, handsome Jack who only a short time before had been nothing more than an attractive stranger in a crowded bar, who was ablaze with excitement, ready to shoot off his cock for a second time since jumping into bed with her.
"Suck it," he bellowed impatiently. "Go down on that cock, baby. It's about to burn up. I just can't take anymore of those finger movements."
She nodded, smiling coyly. His .blunt message hadn't surprised her one bit. She knew it was in the offing. After applying herself as conscientiously as she had she knew that he'd be dying to shoot.
"Hang on, baby," she said softly.
Slowly she lowered- her head toward his prick, zeroing in on her target gradually. Shirley kissed the end of his hot stick, which brought an immediate gasp from him.
At that juncture she found out just how hot he was. She found out that she couldn't, touch any part of that big dick, or the balls attached to it, without precipitating an immediate outburst.
Her fingers circled his balls, tickling them passionately as she kissed his prick several times in rapid succession. As he released a procession of sputtering sighs her tongue. Reached out and flicked at the nub end of his giant handle. Her tongue toyed with it as cautiously as if it were a stick of dynamite ready to explode.
As his body continued trembling ever more conspicuously her tongue applied itself in short, choppy strokes as it made contact with his prick. She began by concentrating on the tip, eventually widening her area until she was moving up and down its entire length.
"Oh, take all of it in," he encouraged, nodding his head appreciatively. He could feel the tingle in his balls as her fingers continued to briskly massage them.
She loved hearing his voice. The encouragement did the same for her as a football team inspired by aloud and loyal rooting section. It led her to greater heights. The one element Shirley had that made her so highly effective in sex was her sense of empathy. She loved identifying with the man on whom she was heaping pleasure.
For that reason she enjoyed. blow jobs, at least in a certain respect, even more than doing it the traditional way. When she was- getting a stiff pole shoved into her pussy the major elements of the act are in the control of the stiff-dicked man. But in the case of a stimulating suck job, she reasoned, it was she who set the pace.
Shirley tugged on the balls more securely as Jack's gasps became more intense, and her head began bobbing more rapidly as she sucked with greater speed and force than before. She knew she'd be bringing him off quickly.
Up and down she pumped with all the vigor she could muster, her fingers continuing to massage his balls. Back and forth she drove as his body trembled violently.
"I'm gonna shoot, suck me off," he shouted.
She gave his balls a firm squeeze, ran her tongue up and down, his- pole several more times, then he let out a long gasp, almost as long as the first one a few minutes earlier when he was inside her snatch.
Shirley sucked him in, taking in every delicious drop. She swirled the hot juice from side to side inside her mouth before letting it slide down into her throat. It was just the kind of perfect climax that she had valiantly worked toward.
"That mouth of yours is like a human suction cup," he shook his head with awe.
"I've had a little experience."
"But it's more than experience. You've got a lot of talent," he patted her ass playfully.
"A big cock brings out the best in me."
"Well, a woman who can tickle my balls while she's pumping on my meat brings out the best in me."
"Then I guess we both enjoyed ourselves."
"Quite obviously, judging by the results."
An abiding desire surfaced within Jack to thank this stunning woman for a job well done. He threw his arms around her, letting her breasts once more crash against his chest, and plunged his lips hungrily against hers.
Once he broke the kiss he let his curious fingers travel down to her moist slit, which he fingered affectionately.
"Oh, that's where it's at," she exclaimed with a nod.
Chapter Two
Several rooms removed from Jack and Shirley down the hall were two more starry-eyed lovers -- Mark and Molly.
Mark had undergone an identical experience to Jack's upon undressing Molly. He found himself captivated by her glorious form, which reminded him so favorably of Shirley.
Despite the always pervasive fact that he had a stiff prick that loved plunging inside a warm tight vagina, another desire had superseded the thrusting sensation. When he stared down at that shaved pussy in a semi-hypnotic trance an overpowering urge surfaced to taste her, to eat her right up to her cute navel, as he had put it so many times when he talked sex with his wife.
"Why's this cute box shaved?" he asked her after a passionate round of kisses, which got both of them all the more in the mood.
"My husband likes it that way."
"I'll bet that's cause he's eating you so much."
"He likes to do it quite a bit," she blushed slightly, a little embarrassed about giving away marital sex secrets, even though the man she was speaking to was getting ready to fuck with her.
"I don't blame him one bit, not all all. You're a very appetizing little morsel." To prove his point further he ran his fingers around her breasts, squeezing a little as they reached her nipples, which caused her to utter a girlish squeal.
His fingers reached downward, prying her legs apart, stretching them widely. He wanted to give himself plenty of room to dig in when he plunged his searing tongue, which was electric with excitement, into her. He wondered how talented she would be with a. cock in her mouth. If she was anything like Shirley, he thought, then the best thing of all would be to do it sixty-nine style with her.
He looked down between those long, lovely legs and continued to examine her inviting cunt. His head dropped and he planted his lips against it resoundingly.
She flinched and sighed, reaching out and gripping his head instinctively, rubbing his hair. Goose pimples raced up and down her spine as her fingers played with his hair. She savored intimate contact with him.
Mark kissed her cunt several more times, warming her up all the more. His fingers toyed and probed over her snatch as her body twisted from side to side, responding to his every touch.
"You're a pretty hot woman," he whispered, kissing her ear.
"You're making me that way."
"You've got a cute ass."
His fingers reached behind her, grabbing a handful of her pliable, smooth ass skin. As his fingers clutched her ass his head dropped down once more between her legs. This time he explored her mound lightly with, has tongue.
A thirsty craving for her orgasm bolted through his entire body after licking her several times. He had to taste her, and fast. His tongue quickly picked up momentum as he sucked more swiftly.
"Oh, suck that box, run that tongue around me," she implored.
She could feel the rising moisture seeping from the authority with which he applied himself inside her. Her body swayed rhythmically with his movements.
The wetness drove him speedily onward. He was determined to have her just as he wanted her. He longed for the taste of her orgasm and was determined to bring it to pass.
Her cunt began trembling from the steady pressure of his onslaught. He had begun slowly, giving her time to adjust to things, and now steadily and surely he was pushing forward, letting the pace intensify as he sucked with speedy deliberation.
He had to find some way to put his nervous fingers to work. Suddenly he arrived at a solution. He let the fingers of his left hand drop down to her tits, which he massaged with careful erotic strokes. With the fingers of the right toyed once more with her ass cheeks.
Finally he decided to thrust one of his fingers inside her asshole. The second he made inner contact with her she heaved a sigh of excitement. The sigh spurred him on all the more as he jarred her again and again with stabs inside that cute tight ass.
Now his infatuations were divided between the inner tightness of her ass. and her wet flaming cunt. But his ass movements in no way impeded his sucking movements, which continued apace.
"Oh, you're driving me out of my mind," she exclaimed, overcome by tempestuous emotion.
Her words were music to his ears as his tongue continued flicking with steady rapidity inside her.
Now her legs were trembling and she was reduced to a gasping molten seething desire. She was afire from the intensities precipitated by his skillful sucking.
Mark grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and held on firmly as he continued whip lashing her moist nest. She let out a gasp and shot a load of juice into his mouth.
"This time let's do each other," he suggested in a whisper after she exploded. "I want you going down on my cock."
Molly hadn't had much sixty-nine action lately with Jack. She recalled that at one time it had been just about their favorite way of doing it. Now here was this charming, debonair man suggesting that very thing. It sounded so stimulating just to hear him pose the idea.
Mark knew what would get her. He held his long dangling cock in his fingers and grinned, knowing that its amazing enormity would inspire her toward great things. `
"This big thing's as itchy as hell," he remarked, "and it needs just the right kind of attention."
"Can I supply it?"
"You're fucking right you can," he laughed.
She removed the cock from his hands and fondled it appreciatively, running her fingers slowly up and down its base as his body trembled in accompaniment to the thrusts. He was moaning in a soft, sensuous purr as he enjoyed every movement.
Molly couldn't finger his dong for long without being overcome by the emotion of it all. She found herself hungrily desiring tongue contact with him.
Mark was magnificently thrilled over the size of his prick. He couldn't ever remember it being any larger or more overpowering with raw naked desire.
It was so big, in fact, that he was silently hoping that it would afford Molly no serious problems in taking in each magnanimous inch. He wanted her to suck out all of him, to take him in totality and receive the just desserts of her efforts.
She moved and faced ever so slowly toward his throbbing massive tool, looking upon it with great reverence. She loved big cocks, particularly when they were attached to men as charming as Mark. She thought momentarily about Jack, wondering if she was doing something tragically wrong, then it dawned on her that he was in another room going through a sex experience with Mark's wife. That assuaged her guilt. She buried her worries and decided to plunge in valiantly.
Fervently Molly moved her face ever forward, closing in on his throbbing rubbery dong. Her wet tongue, quivering with anxiety, suddenly darted out and whipped across the slit of his cock head several times. On each occasion her efforts produced a sensual sigh.
Mark started groaning loudly as she stepped up the pace and began bathing his hot stick with her saliva, her tongue skipping up and down the long pole on all sides.
She stopped momentarily, after she had worked him into a frantic heat of passion, and looked into his eyes. They were wider than before, more alive and wilder appearing. He didn't have to say a word to implant one fervent impression on her mind-he wanted her, he wanted her suck.
Her tongue next concentrated on the lust-inflamed head of his prick as her wet oval lips pressed against it in a kissing movement time and again, causing the intense excitement to build inside both of them, the prelude to the big moment of sucking.
Her glistening mouth slowly widened in accompaniment with the hot thickness of his big prick. Oh, how she wanted that beautiful shaft, so long, hard, and delicious. Get her in the mood and she'd give a man the suck of his life, and that was dust the mood in which she found herself at that climactic moment.
Once more Molly ran her tongue aver the sensitive spongy tip of his cock. His body twisted violently, then went into a series of nervous convulsive spasms. Now her movements were becoming torturous to him. She was so expert like that she was becoming a tease. He needed release and needed it badly, with immediacy.
He jerked his flailing hips upward from the bed on which he had been comfortably lying, thrusting the head of that. itchy, nervous penis upward into her warm, inviting mouth. Her teeth clamped down as they nipped at his fleshy hardness with a mounting sense of desperation. Seeing Mark that eager caused her to abandon her remaining preliminary plans. She had been through the same thing with Jack many times. Once you got a hot man aroused beyond a certain point you had to follow through all the way, give him the kicks to which he was entitled.
"Suck me. baby, go down on that stick," he whispered hoarsely.
Her attentive tongue swirled passionately around his flaming cock head. Now his body was beginning to tremble more noticeably before as has cock itched with a turgid anxiety.
The erotic sight of that beautiful mouth around the head of his prick, making steady contact with it as her sweaty naked body lay before him, sent waves of animal lust reeling through Mark's powerful body. This woman had driven him to the depths of passion.
A flaming urge hit him at that point. The desire arrived to throw his cock into motion at full speed and let it plunge -backward zealously, plunge all the way into the back of her throat. He thought about his desire momentarily, quickly rejecting it. It would be better, he decided, to play it cooler, even though it would be hard, since Molly apparently had a full bag of sex tricks she was eager to unload.
He stared down in his fevered daze at her gloriously put together form, which enhanced his sex appetites all the more. His eyes fastened on those perfectly shaped tits, then dropped down to her well formed legs, before finally concentrating on that lovely shaved mound that had afforded him so much pleasure earlier.
Her thighs were spread widely and her huge breasts swayed like ripe fruit in a breeze as she conscientiously contorted her frame over and over while her mouth flipped up and down over his hard dong.
She put one hand to work massaging his cum-thick balls, while the other fervently gripped his massive shaft for added support as her mouth moved briskly. Her hair danced around atop her head from the momentum attached to her speedy up and down tongue movements.
Finally the overpowering urge to have every inch of him inside her surfaced. She had to take all of him in, and would do it right then and there. She took a deep breath, then plunged her head eagerly downward, taking in as much of him as she could, driving the throbbing prick almost to her throat.
"Oh, what you're doing to me," he gasped, reaching out and slapping her buttocks cheeks for added support. "I love those movements, I love the way you're moving that mouth."
Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as that tongue continued moving frenziedly over his dong. It almost totally engulfed the insides of her mouth. A surging animal passion, a thirsty desire for his orgasm, overpowered her as she plunged up and down, moving at a clip both speedy and thorough.
At that point he was unable to take anymore of her without going to work on her simultaneously. He remembered how excited it had made him to think of sixty-nine with her. It had seen his original intention to allow her to suck him for several minutes, after which he would start working on her cunt and they would do it in unison. But she had been so overpoweringly effective in the manner that she had sucked him that for the time being he had put aside his thoughts of going back to work on her cunt.
Now the idea resurfaced with striking impact. Her hot cunt never looked more enchanting than it did at that moment. While she continued pumping up and down on his throbbing stick he reached out and ran his fingers slowly around her cunt, stopping several times to tickle her clitoris. He touched off the violent reaction of causing her to suck him faster and more earnestly.
She immediately caught on to what he was driving at, and remembered how he had told her he wanted to sixty-nine. With the artistry of a dancer she pirouetted her body around, to where her creamy beautiful ass was perched just above his head. His eyes observed the wetness of her snatch, which was dripping with lubricating liquids, and he ran his tongue eagerly around the corners of his mouth a few times before getting into the swing of things.
He leaned forward and stuck a finger high up into her ass, causing her to squirm slightly. But she never missed a beat on his cock, in spite of the extra action he was supplying.
Now her pussy was deliciously close, within striking range of .his anxious tongue. Mark reached out and licked fervently, matching with intense excitement the fervent movements of her tongue on his prick.
Their bodies twisted and swayed as their tongues fervently attacked. Mark's tongue darted with a sense of hungry urgency inside her moist slit, while hers continued moving with brisk effectiveness over his red hot dong.
A low moan began to build in the cavernous inner reaches of his chest as he felt the erotic excitement of her tongue working frenziedly on his meat while his own moving red machine was applying itself diligently to her snatch.
His loins trembled with adventure as the sucking reached a fever pitch. Stroke for stroke they matched each other as their sweaty bodies trembled and spasmed. They were moving inexorably toward orgasm, and it was now just a question of when.
Molly continued her brisk movements over his dick, stopping infrequently just long enough to catch her breath, then resuming. She sucked with an intense passion, putting every solitary ounce of conviction into her efforts as he continued flicking his tongue around inside her snatch.
Mark sucked her earnestly while his finger continued toying with her asshole. The added excitement seemed to do wonders for her as she sucked with blazing intensity, like her entire life depended on sucking dim off in the next few minutes.
"Get ready, baby, I'm just about there," he stopped his cunt licking long enough to breathily exclaim at one point, giving her ample warning. He wanted to time his orgasm for the same instant as hers if possible.
She gave him a determined nod and went back to her sucking, her hair flailing and' her head bouncing up and down fervently with every determined movement. Up and down she continued apace as the intense heat mounted inside him.
Finally he started to taste her, just as his itchiness became overpowering. He let out a gasp and the hot juice spurted out of the end of his prick and into her waiting mouth. It felt so good to dispel it all inside her, and to be getting her juice in return.
He was a glutton for more. He wanted to see if he could bring her off once more. After planting a thank you kiss on her lips he guided her downward on the bed, parting her legs with his fingers.
Mark went back to work with renewed vigor and didn't stop until he had brought her to yet another climax. Then he threw himself into her sweaty arms and they embraced.
As they lay clutched in each other's sweaty grasp the door suddenly opened and in walked a tall, handsome young man. Molly jumped up startledly, looking first at the intruder, then at Mark.
"What's going on, Mark?" she asked with alarm.
"Relax, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you," the young man smiled pleasantly, sitting down casually in a chair.
"Ben's harmless enough," Mark smiled, placing a '.comforting hand on Molly's breast. "He won't hurt you, but he might fuck you."
She looked into the handsome young man's face .and was puzzled by his familiar appearance. She knew that she had seen him somewhere but couldn't place where.
"Doesn't Ben look familiar to you?" Mark grinned, which shocked her all the more, since it was as if he had read her mind.
"Yes, he does."
"C'mon, honey, where'd you see me?" Ben asked teasingly.
"I don't know, I really don't."
"Yes, you do. How about the bar?"
"Yes, that's it," she nodded with instant recognition.
"I look a little different with my white bar jacket on," he grinned.
"Ben's an old friend of ours so you can relax around him," Mark assured her.
Funny feelings were sweeping through Molly. Whereas she had been afraid when Ben entered the room, and embarrassed over a stranger seeing her in a naked compromising position with another man, suddenly all those negative feelings had passed and now she found herself admiring this interesting young man who had poured her drinks for her at the bar. She wondered if she could go far enough to screw him at that point, or whether she would freeze up when it came to a showdown.
"When I saw this gorgeous creature next to your table I figured you'd zero in and make a move," Ben exclaimed to Mark, "and I didn't blame you one bit. She's a gorgeous find."
"That she is," Mark flashed her a quick smile.
"I did my best by mixing good strong drinks."
"They were very strong drinks," Molly admitted.
"I always aim to please. My motto is that the stronger the drinks you make the swifter the inhibitions leave."
"Absolutely ingenious," Mark laughed, clapping his hands together. "I wish I'd said that."
Without another word being said Ben lifted his big powerful frame from the chair he had been sitting in and started to undress. He began casually with his shirt, and what struck Molly as strange was the indifferent silent manner with which he went to work.
"He really digs you or he wouldn't be stripping this fast," Mark assured her.
It was, amazing how sudden a transformation she was undergoing. Now she wasn't the least bit nervous about any of it, whereas if earlier that same evening somebody had told her she would be naked and alone with two handsome strangers that very night she would have refused to believe it. Gradually, with amazing swiftness, she was undergoing a transformation. Now she was living for pleasure and enjoying it more. She found herself eagerly anticipating seeing Ben in the nude.
She watched carefully as he continued stripping. Molly was pleasantly surprised to see the well-developed torso and the hairiness in his chest, along with the flat, tightly-muscled stomach. But what she really longed to see was his prick.
Seconds later he completed the act, throwing off his shores and showing all. The prick turned out to have been worth the wait, she thought, as she admired its long supple hardiness. It was just about as big as Mark's, and looked every bit as eager for attention.
"She's a spectacular suck, Ben," Mark remarked as he walked slowly toward the bed.
"Sounds very interesting. You know how I love a good blow job."
"Yeah, and I'll bet she'd just lave it if you rammed that hard thing right down her throat. Wouldn't you, baby?" he wrapped an arm around her.
"Yes, I wouldn't she smiled seductively at Ben.
"Oh, baby, with a beautiful attitude like that I just know that we're gonna get along great."
To prove his point he lowered his body into bed and planted a long pulsating kiss against her lips. Seeing that he was in the way, Mark got up from the bed, standing beside it as his fingers went instinctively for his dick. Mark was happy that Ben had arrived when he had. He enjoyed voyeuristic activities almost as much as actual screwing, and nothing gave him greater delight than to watch a voluptuous woman he had previously screwed go through the same thing all over again with. a friend of his while he watched.
Ben's lips warmed up to the task as quickly and as resolutely as his cock had. He planted a swift pulsating series of stabs on her lips, which he longed to touch. They were red and thick and juicy, made to order for his own hungry lips.
He reached out and hooked his eager fingers around her breasts, so warm, so rich; so fully ripe, like delicious fruit in full bloom. As his fingers pried and grabbed she let out a series of erotic sighs, overcome by the sheer beauty of his finger work.
As for his rigid penis, that was getting harder and more anxious with each passing second. It extended itself until it reached full hardness, the point of impact at which he just had to put it to work.
Ben looked inside that beautifully shaped mouth, that was partially open at that point. He just had to have that huge prong of his shoved inside her. He had to have her taste him. He thought about how she would look swallowing his thick cum.
These thoughts stirred him toward greater heights. He moved his trembling body forward ever so slightly until his bulging organ was resting just above her head. She licked her lips with keen anticipation and stared at it.
"I'd like to have you try this on for size," he whispered, running his fingers affectionately around her breasts.
"There's a lot of size there," she exclaimed.
"You're up to tackling every inch of it."
"Damned right she is," Mark enthusiastically chimed in as he continued jerking on his cock from a standing position. "She gave me such a great suck that I still haven't recovered."
"I can believe that," he smiled coyly, nodding, "I can easily believe that. She looks like the type who'd go wild on the right guy's dong, and I happen to think I'm that right guy."
"Don't tantalize me anymore," she said. "Let's get into it."
He nodded, grabbing an erect hold on his throbbing dong and guiding his body downward as the prick moved ever closer to sucking position.
Ben was a master at turning women on. Not only was he married to a beautiful young woman who was as hot for uninhibited sex as he was, but he got all the additional action on the side that he could ever hope to handle. That was the thing he liked best about working behind the bar at a popular spot. He liked the steady attention he drew from scores of women who came into the place. And more often than not, as long as the woman had looks and a figure, he would readily snap up their propositions.
That night he had noticed Melody from the moment she walked in on the arm of her husband. His well-trained eye was always quick to pick up on the entrance of a beautiful woman. Now he had the opportunity to make this adorable creature his own, and was determined to make the most of it.
Finally the cock was lowered to her lips. He fed her the very tip of it, which she generously accepted, running her tongue eagerly over its nub end.
She teased the end of it so effectively that she just had to go further. He fed her some more, and this time she casually flipped it around in her mouth in a swirling motion.
"Oh, you're giving me the toothbrush action," he gasped, his hips rotating enthusiastically with her every movement.
He lowered his body some more, until most of his rigid organ was inside her. Up and down he moved his trim, athletic form, as her tongue strokes matched his vigorous thrusts.
"What a great throat fuck," Mark exclaimed loudly, pumping speedily on his huge prick, "fuck her in the mouth; Ben, fuck her good."
The encouragement from Mark seemed to generate even more enthusiasm in Ben's already actively aroused frame. He moved up and down with piston-like effectiveness, pushing his prick in almost as far as it would go.
"Hang on, baby," he gasped, "cause I'm gonna flood that pretty little mouth of yours. You're really gonna get a thrill, baby, a thrill you're never gonna forget."
His words spurred her on. He sounded almost as sexy as he looked, she thought as her stimulated tongue continued driving itself with propulsive relentlessness over the smooth warm base of his dick.
The fingers of one of Ben's hands ground a smooth, steady beat over her voluptuous tits, while the fingers of the other cupped her buttocks, enjoying the tight warmth of her skin.
He lowered some more cock into her mouth, until the tip of his excited dong was almost pressing against her throat. The more of him that went in the faster she sucked.
As the tip of his throbbing prick shoved inside her she reached out with her fingers and rubbed his balls, massaging with fingertip precision. Now his balls were tickling along with his cock, which was ready to fire away at any point.
Mark's eyes remained attentively fixed on the erotic sight before him. The longer he looked the greater the feelings of intensity that swept through him. His fingers moved nimbly and rapidly up and down his dong as he came ever closer toward orgasm.
"Ram that prick into her mouth," Mark called to Ben, "give it all you've got, Ben old boy."
The ball tickling coupled with the effective sucking was rendering Ben helpless with passion. Finally he shoved the rest of his prick inside her, until it engulfed her mouth.
She gasped and sputtered, continuing to massage his balls with brisk effectiveness as she spurred him on toward orgasm. His heart pounded as he heaved several loud grunts, drawing ever closer to the moment at hand.
"Hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna give you all I've got," he gasped as his swollen organ continued engulfing her mouth. "I'm gonna shoot this dick off in your mouth."
"Do it, Ben, do it," an excited Mark encouraged.
Several finger strokes later Mark let out a loud sigh, having popped an orgasm, which he partially caught in his fingers, the rest of it falling to the floor.
As for Ben, he reached out and clutched her buttocks for all he was worth, heaved a sigh, then shot his wad. An intense white whirlpool flooded her, one which she stayed gamely with, slurping and sliding her tongue around as she caught ever delicious drop.
"So what do you think of her?" Mark asked with a smile.
"She's absolutely bitchin'," Ben said softly, overcome at that point by all that had happened. "That mouth of hers can work magic."
"So can your cock," she grinned.
"I love you."
"Kiss me."
Mark stood there and watched as their lips met once more. Ben the bartender was getting along with her every bit as well as he had, which was the way it usually happened when they shared women, including their own wives.
Chapter Three
The cute ass wiggled ever so seductively inside the tight skirt as Cindy, with brown hair flowing almost down to her back, tried the open bedroom door.
She entered slightly on the tipsy side. She had been watching television during most of the evening, with a trusty bottle of Scotch at her side. Cindy was in the closing stages of watching the late show when her husband Ben had returned home after closing the bar, informing her that he just knew there'd be lots of action at Mark and Shirley's, and that Mark had tiptoed over toward him at one interval and suggested that they both drop over.
Although Cindy, a spectacular young filly in her early twenties whom Ben had met shortly after she moved to California from her native Nashville, had been hoping for sex with her husband, the idea of making an intriguing conquest with an interesting stranger, a successful lawyer no less, immediately impressed her.
Cindy's concern over social status was the prime motivating factor for her moving to the San Fernando Valley. She wanted to come to California upon hearing that there were a lot of handsome and successful men there, and upon arriving in Southern California she found out about all the action in the Valley.
She had come from a poor family and was eager to make it big, to mingle with the proper people, and knew it would be difficult due to a lack of education. But she, was shrewd enough to realize that her physical endowments -- her clear skin, bright beautiful eyes, rich blooming breasts, well-shaped ass and sensuous legs made her an attractive package for the opposite sex.
Cindy had dreamed of marrying a rich husband, and thought that the way to achieve this goal was through getting a job at a swinging bar where successful young men drank. It was at a discotheque in Hollywood that she met Ben. He wasn't rich, but he swept her off her feet anyway, putting together his potent combination of good looks coupled with a hot thrusting cock which her pussy and mouth soon grew accustomed to.
Since marrying Ben he switched to the swinging Valley spot, THE ROYAL ROOSTER, where the married swingers congregated. Having Cindy constituted a definite asset for Ben. She became a top commodity for swapping parties he involved himself in, and realized a great thrill on her part by getting linked with all kinds of successful men, such as the prosperous dentist Mark.
As she opened the door and entered, shutting it quickly behind her, Cindy got her first look at the man Ben assured her she would like. Jack had his arms around Shirley, holding her firmly. His hair was messed up from all the activity that had passed between them.
"Hello there," she called out in her cute Southern accent.
The startled couple turned simultaneously. An amused twinkled crossed Shirley's face. As for Jack, his mouth well open when he got a look at that striking face and the sensuous figure that complemented it.
"Where've you been all my life, baby?" Jack asked.
"Why talk about then whew we can talk about now?"
"I'll buy that. Where did you come from?"
"My husband Ben said he thought you'd like me."
"I don't see how any guy with a hot cock could do anything but like you," Jack quipped. "Who's Ben?"
"The bartender at THE ROYAL ROOSTER," Shirley casually explained. "He and Cindy are always welcome guests here. In fact, I'm sure Ben's helping give your wife all the action she can handle right now in the other room."
"He is," Cindy nodded cutely.
"Things happen just too damned fast around here," Jack shook his head bewilderedly. "First I screw Shirley, and now a beautiful doll like Cindy walks in."
"I'll bet you're a great lawyer," Cindy giggled girlishly. "I'd like to have you representing me."
"I'll represent you in ways you'd never believe."
"Very interesting. Tell me more."
"I'd rather show than tell, perform than talk."
"Didn't he say that dust like a cracker jack lawyer?" Shirley looked at Cindy and winked.
"I do declare. He really did."
"So peel off your clothes and join the party," Shirley said.
"That's the best invitation I've had all night."
Jack watched as Cindy started fumbling with her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons. He leaned forward and watched carefully, eager to see her ripe boobs fully exposed. As for those legs, they couldn't be shaped any better, he thought.
"You want me to help you with that?" Jack inquired.
"No, I'll manage just fine."
"She takes great pride in stripping by herself when she really likes a man," Shirley said.
"Then this must be a good sign," Jack said hopefully.
It's a very good sign," she assured, looking him in the eyes with a sexy stare.
That impactful stare, coupled with the slow, carefree manner that she was peeling off her clothes got to Jack where it counted, right between his legs.
Cindy was shrewd at observing the nuances of the turned on male. With every movement she made, every calculated gesture, she would watch carefully to gauge the hungry male's reaction. In this case she was. amply pleased by oversexed Jack's animalistic responses. Slowly but surely she continued guiding those fingers over her buttons, undoing them one by one, until she finished. Her eyes continued inspecting Jack's prick, which was rapidly inflating.
A stunned Jack leaned forward with intensifying interest, his eyes lighting up, as Cindy pulled off her blouse. He watched the taut white skin hanging tight against the outline of her bra, and anticipated the next big step of the strip procession, the unveiling of her boobs.
Cindy's fingers worked their way ever so casually behind her back, unstrapping her bra. She
dramatically let the bra fall to the floor as her tits popped out in full majestic splendor.
"Great God, what knockers," he exclaimed, shifting uncomfortably in the bed, hungry to suck on them.
"I ain't through yet, honey," she said lazily.
"I know, and neither am I," Jack replied. "In fact, I haven't even started yet."
Jack watched with wide-eyed anticipation as Cindy casually reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She pulled it down a few inches, then wiggled her hips seductively back and forth, permitting the skirt to slide down her legs toward the floor on its self-propelled momentum.
"This chick makes you wanna shoot before you even get to touch her," Jack whispered to Shirley.
"She's quite a girl. I know that Mark really loves fucking her."
"I'll bet he does."
"And I love fucking Ben, so we have a great time."
"You really get along well with married couples."
"We do our best."
The skirt continued slipping down her legs until it landed on the floor. She nimbly, stepped over it, leaving it lying there discarded a few feet from her blouse and bra. Cindy next kicked off her low-heeled shoes, leaving nothing more to do than removing her panties.
Before going on to the final step in her ritual she shifted her hips from side to side a few times, beaming a bright smile as she watched Jack look at her intensely. She had a little bit of the cock tease in her, as far as enjoying seeing men drool over her was concerned before moving into the act, but that was as far as it went. Whereas the true cockteaser preferred cutting her men short before sex, Cindy liked nothing better than a wild romp in the hay after getting, her men stimulated.
She watched Jack's eyes move from side to side as he watched the steady rhapsodic procession of her hips. It made her think of somebody watching a tennis match, with the ball being slapped first to one side of the court, then the other. He was a man hypnotized, and the hardness of his prick coupled with his intensity of expression indicated that his paramount thought was a good screw.
Slowly Cindy let her fingers drop down to her hips, which she ceased rotating. She hooked her fingers inside her panties and ever so slowly and teasingly began pulling them down her legs.
Jack was aghast with excitement as he leaned forward and watched. Instinctively his right Band dropped to his prick, which he pumped up and down on fervently.
"My God, what a woman," he exclaimed.
"She can really turn the men on," Shirley whispered.
"She's sure turning this one on."
Ever so surely the panties continued falling. When they dropped down past her thighs and continued skidding toward her ankles Jack was jarred by his first impactful look at her cunt, buried beneath a delicious looking, patch of brown moss. He reached out and pulled hard on his prick as intense feelings of desire poured through him.
Finally the last stage of Cindy's devastating act was completed as the panties dropped down to the floor. She lifted her bare feet out of them and Blinked cautiously toward the bed. She had played it like a master showman, making every erotic movement count, sending Jack into a wave of frenzied anticipation. And now she was once more wigging those hips and that lovely white ass with just the right degree of skill, turning him on in every way she knew how.
"C'mon over here and we'll screw," he whispered hoarsely, his heart thundering with anticipation.
"I'm with you, baby," she winked.
He liked everything about her, including that demure little Southern way she had of expressing herself. His prick itched with desire to shove inside that flaming mound of hers.
As Cindy moved closer to the bed Shirley slid over to the far side of it, planning to give the two hot lovers all the room they would ever need. Like her husband Mark in the other room, she also enjoyed seeing two attractive people immersed in a sex act.
A hot hungry desire filled his mouth as she stood inches in front of him, bending ever just enough to where he got a perfect view of her rich pendulous tits.
"I can't take anymore," he gasped. "I've just gotta touch you."
"I'm yours to do with as you see fit."
"Oh, baby."
He threw his trembling arms around her, pulling tight and hard downward, until her body slid rapidly down next to his. He fondled her passionately and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
For several intense seconds the tongues remained locked. For several intense seconds her saliva splashed against his.
His fingers reached out attentively, squeezing her breasts as if they were two giant melons. While he pressed flesh ardently his tongue lashed energetically against hers.
"I've gotta have you, gotta have you," he moaned erotically as his fingers slid pulsatingly around her tits.
Next his tongue plunged down between her breasts. He sucked and nibbled at the pendulous area which separated them. They were so firm and yet so pliable, just the way invitingly delicious boobs should be. He left a long trail of saliva in the area around her breasts. And meanwhile he had ascended to a state of total excitement. He had to do something fast to attain a measure of release. This sexy little Southern gal was over-powering him emotionally.
He lay next to her now on the soft bed as Shirley watched them attentively from the other side. Her body stiffened and tensed noticeably as she felt his hard driving cock, in all its manly thrusting glory, pressing against her side. An electric tingle bolted through her from their intimate contact, from her personal touch, and she desired ever so much more from this interesting lawyer, who had made another great conquest in a long line.
Before she had time to react or say anything he shot his flaming fingers around her buttocks cheeks. They felt so warm and smooth, so utterly and thrillingly inviting that he let out an erotic gasp of delight. She was so delicious to the touch, he thought, so perfect in every detail.
He moved his fingers brazenly around on her buttocks cheeks, pressing the flesh good and hard, forcing her body to flail in much the same gyration pattern that she had exhibited earlier when she was on her feet and teasing his prick as a prelude to actual fucking.
He continued his grinding, teasing motions until her hips started simultaneously responding. That was what he had been seeking -- to get that gorgeous backfield of hers into motion once more. She closed her eyes, uttered a breathy sigh, and rolled limply and helplessly back and forth on the bed with her legs spread invitingly apart. Now she was making strange hissing sounds and her head was bobbing in accompaniment to the rest of her flailing body.
"Do anything you want to me," she gasped loudly, "I'm all yours. I want you, I want you to have me."
Flames of arousal were seething through her fiery cunt. Jack grinned triumphantly, pleased that he knew just how to please her, just how to draw her out so he got what he wanted.
He stared at her trembling form before him, his grin loose and depraved, one of carefree withdrawal. He was gonna do anything he damned well pleased and she was more than happy to go along with him.
As she lay on her back her ripe breasts glistened from the combination of the dim light and the saliva he had planted on them. Her nipples were small, pointed and hard, indicating the tremendous excitement that was racing within her.
The breasts were perfectly rounded, superbly formed and complemented by her wafer thin waist. Her rib cage jutted out tantalizingly and his fingers ached to hold her by the ribs and tee off with his teeth on those inviting nipples.
With the same type of cold-blooded, calculating lewdness she had displayed earlier when she was turning him on with her strip act, he took his time, drinking in all her sloe-eyed beauty, savoring every bit of it.
Her eyes closed once more and her mind raced in erotic surrender. She genuinely relished her hot sexy feelings. And few men had turned her on to the pronounced degree that Jack had. Sure, Ben always could, and there were scores of men with whom she could develop enough sensual kinship with to have an entertaining fuck with, but Jack was something special, somebody who automatically tapped the warmest inner fibers of her erotic soul.
Languidly, body tingling with lewd delight, she shifted her busy hips, tilting her pelvis upward. Her open cunt was like a flaming cauldron as those hips continued vibrating. And with every succeeding vibration Jack became the much more aroused.
"Treat me just like you did your wife the first time you got into her pants and got to do just what you wanted to do," she grinned teasingly, determined to plant just the right message in his brain.
"So that's what you'd like?" his eyes lit up.
"You're damned right. I wanna go all the way."
"Then ask for it, baby. Let's hear you belt out a request loud and clear. Tell me you wanna be fucked by me." His fingers moved resolutely against her breasts as her, breath began coming in puffy gasps.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she exploded.
"Ah, but that's music to my ears."
Over on the other side of the bed Shirley's body was twisting with a sense of urgency. Just watching them had propelled her back into a state of ecstasy. Her fingers moved eagerly inside her snatch, probing and moving briskly with a sense of urgency.
The words that had come from Cindy's lips thrilled her. It was great to be able to truly express yourself without any hang-ups. She remembered what it had been like growing up in a strict Nashville home. Everything she thought of as beautiful, or at least so it seemed, was thought of as dirty, sexy, and something to be avoided.
She felt confident of her own feelings and remained steadfast in her convictions. What she believed constituted bliss and joy wasn't wrong, in spite of what her parents had taught her. When she met Ben she realized she then knew somebody who shared her viewpoint. With Jack she could share the same type of spirited kinship, a blending of the Intellectual coupled with the sensual.
Jack, despite his bulging cock and seething inner feelings, remained determined to take his savage good time with her. Cindy was his for as long as he wanted her, and he would derive every ounce of excitement from her in his own way as he wanted it. She had played things coyly at the, beginning with him, and he could play the same type of game. In fact that was the very game he preferred playing with a woman like her. If there was one thing that struck him as senseless it was to follow the formula that some of his friends did. They would get hot, lose all semblance of control, then shoot off their cocks in either their wives or girlfriends. He liked to take in a beautiful girl like you would a painting, to drink in every drop of her compelling beauty, to play along with her gradually until, ultimately, you couldn't hold your orgasm in anymore. At that juncture it was time to shoot and not before that.
Her body spasmed with delight as she felt the electric. shock of his wet tongue on her stomach. Her eyes were smoked with passion as she bent her knees slowly but surely as he breathlessly watched.
A frozen stare of lust crossed Jack's face as he stared at her naked cunt. With a thumb and forefinger he slowly spread the hair-lined lips of her pussy, wide while she moaned and ground her buttocks salaciously against the bed. He heard a rhythmic grinding sound of ass confronting bed, which aroused him all the more.
That cunt was red and deliciously moist, ready for anything, as was his rock hard penis.
He lowered his head and let the tip of his tongue flick ever so casually over her clitoris as she reacted violently.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, it feels so good," she gasped.
Cindy looked up and observed his face poised expectantly between her thighs. He was ready for action, starved for meaningful contact with her after a long breathtaking series of preliminaries.
She pushed her hips resolutely upward and watched with mounting interest as his tongue flicked out again, pushing with greater briskness this time. She felt the' slickness of his tongue grinding out a steady beat on her cunt and clitoris and gritted her teeth, feeling that she was going to explode with desire, swollen with a sense of erotic commitment.
Now he was on his knees, his back and tight bare buttocks facing her, driving her literally out of her mind with determination to please him in every way she conceivably could. Nothing would be too good for Jack.. She hoped to make the best impression on him possible so they could become intimate friends time and again, somebody to share her body with on an extended basis.
Cindy touched his thighs and he turned his hips so she could get a good look at that throbbing erect penis of his.
Her eyes widened over its magnitude. It looked so thick and swelling that it gave her a thrill just to keep her eyes fastened on it. As her eyes remained riveted on his prick his tongue continued beating a steady tattoo over her mound.
As his body continued to squirm his huge cock moved closer and closer to her head and face. Now it was right next to her mouth, breathlessly close, increasing the flow of excitement that passed between them.
Jack deftly swung one leg over her head and straddled her face upside down, still licking profusely at her warm, moist snatch. She moaned aloud as he slowly sank his tongue into that enchanting, throbbing pussy that he was growing accustomed to so fast. She closed her eyes once more, sighed, and rolled her head around with uninhibitedness, completely letting her body go, as she felt the first deep inner stirrings of an orgasm coming on.
She opened her eyes and saw his huge flaming cock looming like an omnipresent, giant in front of her face. As she breathlessly watched, he lowered his hips so that the head of his hard dick brushed rubber like against her lips.
As the impact of his swirling tongue continued to make steady impact against her love tunnel, the tip of her tongue went to work on the thick inviting head of his cock. She smiled with delight over the power she possessed as she watched his prick jerk ever tighter in front of her.
He looped his arms excitedly around her thighs and pulled her legs wider apart. Jack buried his face even deeper into her defenselessly spread cunt, his tongue darting with rapid, flaming movements in and out and wiggling against the soft glistening walls of her vagina.
Cindy arched her back and tilted her pelvis upward. She moaned joyfully as his finger probed for her anus. She threw her head back and seized his throbbing prick in her fingers, opening her mouth wide. With a slow thrust of his hips, Jack shoved his aroused cock deep into the warm inner moisture of Cindy's mouth. It felt warm, inviting, hot and hard on her lips. Her mouth was open wide and her lips fitted ever so snugly around the massive mushroom head, her tongue twirling and tasting a drop of his cum on the very tip and liking it.
Slowly and deliberately, Jack removed his mouth from her open convulsive lips and started fucking up and down into her tightly locked cunt enjoying the stimulating feeling of having her totally helpless beneath him, completely under his power in the way that he had dreamed of controlling her when his eyes first took her in.
Whenever he would thrust his body downward, her lipstick-rimmed lips would turn white and roll in as she held tight and tried not to choke. As he pulled out, her lips would balloon out as she sucked with all her might and fought valiantly to keep, that swelling, erotic prick in her mouth.
He pumped up and down with a slow methodical beat, his hips ever moving as he looked down at her cunt in front of his face, her thighs held wide apart as he watched her undulate and Writhe in a silent begging for him to lick her more.
A crooked grin of erotic satisfaction filled his face as he continued to increase his blistering tempo and the strength of his thrusts. For one wild moment he thought about filling her mouth with his blinding urges, of shooting off his rapier dick inside her mouth and leaving her own body hot and helpless.
But quickly he changed his mind. He just had to go off inside her boc for his own sake as well as hers. Sure it would be great to go off in her mouth, but he could do that some other time. As for now he wanted to christen her in just the right manner, and the most feasible way of accomplishing what he sought to was shooting his stick off inside her flaming snatch.
He rolled off her as she scrambled, clutching for his cock like a demented animal deprived of its dinner.
"Let me finish you that way," she gasped. "I want your cock."
"No, let's do it the other way, baby. I wanna feel your tightness."
"Then put it in me. I can't stand much more."
"That's just what I'm getting ready to do," he nodded determinedly.
The impact of his powerful body made a sudden imprint on her as the aching pain spread through her rib cage and lungs as her breath left her body. He grabbed her by the wrists and forced them up over her head, making her breasts thrust up tantalizingly.
With his knees he forced her legs apart and thrust his throbbing penis, heavily laden with juice, down along the open slit of her cunt. With a dreamy smile and a flow of keen anticipation she squeezed her thighs closed around his lust hardened prong. It felt big and hard in the soft flesh between her thighs. Her wet cunt slipped over the side of his shaft and she worked her pelvis, rubbing up and down the rock hard shaft, teasing and exciting herself.
A burning urge swept through .Cindy's pulsating body to be fucked at that moment. But Jack had other ideas. He wanted to string her out some more before playing out the final inning of a spirited screw.
When he was through with her she would never forget this night, he thought, just as he could never forget it. He had started with Shirley and was now taking on Cindy. Each was a challenge in her own right.
Slowly he forced her wrists together so he could hold them with one hand. His other hand freed, he pried it under her back, arching it even more, her large lovely breasts spilling upward in front of her face. He let his tongue tease and lick-around the distended nipples of her breasts while she breathlessly watched; her body trembling slightly from all the activity that was occurring.
She tilted her head forward and he slid her wrists underneath so they made a knuckled pillow and her face was tilted even closer, her chin rubbing against the soft resilient flesh of her breasts.
He sucked and bit her nipple a few inches from her face. She moaned, her mouth open as she felt streaks of pleasure shoot through her body and. explode in the deep wells of her body.
Suddenly he realized that he could wait no more. He had carried the preliminaries as far as they could legitimately go. As he cupped a hand over her breasts and watched his own body quaver he recognized that it was time to thrust his big prick inside her, to drive himself relentlessly until he finally shot.
With a sudden jerky thrust of his aroused hips he rammed the head of his shaft through the thin brown covering of curling pubic hair. He penetrated on into her cunt with a quick wet slurping sound, stretching the warm wet walls tight and round as she opened her mouth and emitted a low moan of pure pleasure as she felt the walls of her vagina being stretched relentlessly.
He gasped determinedly and fell on her hard, pushing and pressing his virile cock into her open cunt.
"Oh, you're in me and it's wonderful;" she exclaimed. "Keep it up, honey, keep it up."
Those first few strokes were administered with such penetrating force that she wondered if he'd tear her vagina off. He banged the head of his prick cruelly against her cervix. Sure it hurt, particularly at first, but the feelings that were shooting through her were the most erotic she could possibly hope to experience, and nothing was going to come between her and a great fuck as being administered by one of the sexiest men she had ever known.
"Ram that prick into me," she steadily encouraged. "I want that dick in me, press it into me."
At that point Jack got an assist from an unexpected source. While the fucking had continued unabated Shirley continued getting more and more turned on watching it. She had fingered herself off no less than twice, after which she decided that she needed body contact with Jack.
The movements of his hot ass stimulated her no end as she watched it corkscrew back and forth while he fervently pumped the meat into Cindy's flaming slit.
His asshole looked so enticing that she decided to do something about it, to give herself some thrills as well as Jack. She moved her body persistently forward and lowered her head, until her tongue was resting adjacent to his asshole.
She reached out and let her tongue earnestly flick against his ass, causing his body to vibrate noticeably. The longer and sharper her tongue movements continued the speedier he pumped his hot stick around inside Cindy's cunt.
The naked flesh of Jack and Cindy clashed together in an erotic whirlpool of lust. Her body instinctively flared upward to meet his every penetrating thrust. He gritted his teeth and continued to stab inside her, pumping spiritedly, determined to shoot off his dick inside her.
As for Shirley's tongue work, it was brisk and effective, filling him with an even greater sense of urgency as his balls tingled with an overpowering urge to orgasm.
"I'm almost there," he gasped.
"Fuck me, go off in me," Cindy replied.
A grinding moan ,seemed to sweep from her very soul as her body twisted upward to meet his thrusts. Her muscles quivered crazily, matching his own muscular movements as they drove spiritedly forward on the last dramatic leg of their sexual journey.
He plunged his head downward and let his lips crash against hers. Then he let his tongue enter inside her mouth, pressing it sharply against hers as his heart pounded and his prick continued bolting in and out of her.
Jack felt those hot tongue strokes inside his ass as Shirley continued applying herself. He was glad to have not one but two beautiful women providing him with all the pleasure that their bodies could summon forward on his behalf.
Then he felt a fantastic tingle surge all the way through his body, a tingle which caused his body to quake. He let out one loud series of prolonged sighs as the hot white stream flowed voluminously, shooting resolutely forward inside her waiting mound.
"Oh, you're in me," she gasped, "and it feels so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"And thank you," he kissed her lips gratefully.
Shirley raised her tongue up from his ass, pushing her head forward and kissing his right ass cheek playfully. She had enjoyed adding to his sensations with her tongue movements.
"You've got a sweet ass," Shirley exclaimed.
"Say, I really had the action going," he laughed, "with my cock in a beautiful girl's cunt and another beautiful girl sucking out my ass."
"I'm afraid if we treat him any better we'll spoil him, dear," Shirley exclaimed to Cindy.
"That would be some way to go," Jack said.
"We're just the girls that can do it," Cindy said.
"Don't I know it," Jack said.
About that time Shirley's moist mound started looking enticing to Jack. He reached out and ran his fingers around it. And at the same time Cindy reached out curiously and began toying with his cock, determined to get it up to where it had been before, so she could fuck on it.
"Time to ger back to work," Jack said.
"Yeah, and you can work this cunt over," Shirley pointed out.
"And meanwhile I'll work on his dick," Cindy said with determination.
Jack realized it was going to be a long night, and he was glad of it. It would be both long and rewarding.
Chapter Four
The long evening didn't come to, an end until morning. It wasn't until four A.M. that Jack and Molly finally made their way bleary-eyed back to the car.
"And I'm due at the office early this morning," Jack yawned disgustedly. Then he had done something completely out of character for him. He shrugged the whole thing off, exclaiming. "But what the hell. Wasn't it worth if for the good time we had?"
"I think it was," Molly smiled as she got into the car beside him.
"How were Ben and Mark?"
"Just fine. They really know how to please a woman. How'd your women take care of you."
"Very well," he emphatically asserted.
Then silence commenced, continuing through most of the ride home. They were both plenty tired from all the screwing they had done. Also, they were silently contemplating the totality of their experiences, wondering what kind of harbinger this would prove in terms of future sex activity.
They wondered if that wild and eventful evening had signaled a beginning of a new life style wherein they would make intimate friendships with attractive young suburban couples like themselves. Both expressed surprise and amazement over the facile way in which they fell into their roles that evening, and wondered if their uninhibitedness could have stemmed exclusively from overriding tensions. Perhaps their one wild evening would never be repeated, and that the purpose of serving as a safety valve, a temporary outlet for their horney dispositions, had been completely served.
They dropped off to sleep immediately after getting home, Jack hadn't thought to set the alarm for himself, and neither had Molly; who was in as tired and forgetful a state as he was.
He didn't awaken until a little past eleven. He cocked his eyes open slowly and grimaced first as he experienced pain in his head, a jarring hangover, then when he looked at the clock and discovered how late it was.
"Goddamnit, am I gonna be late," he growled.
"What's the matter?" Molly quickly blinked her eyes open.
"Look what time it is."
She got up and fixed him breakfast quickly, while he darted into the bathroom and got a quick shower. After breakfast ended and he was scurrying for his briefcase, the phone rang.
"Jack, aren't you due in today?" his partner Lou Brown asked startledly. Brown's bewilderment was easy to see in view of the fact that he was normally the most punctual man imaginable. He had a deposition to attend on behalf of a female divorce client at nine that same morning.
"Sorry, Lou. Had a tough night and slept right through the alarm. I was just getting ready to leave."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"What'd you do about Mrs. Snow's deposition?"
"I sent Billy over there with her. I tried to reach you at a little past nine but there was no answer."
"Great God. I must've slept right through the call. I didn't even hear the damned phone ring."
"Oh well, no harm done. I smoothed things over with Mrs. Snow as best I could."
"That's good, old buddy. You always do come through like a champ. Well, keep the old office fires burning and I'll be in within the half hour."
"Right you are."
He laid the phone down on the cradle and sighed disgustedly. Harriet Snow was an influential young woman in the community married to a wealthy real estate executive. He hated like sin to miss a deposition at which she was slated to appear. He only hoped that young Billy had done an adequate job of representing her interests.
Jack kissed Molly goodbye and left for work, his head still throbbing despite the Alka-Seltzer he had taken.
Molly watched through the immense picture window in the front room as Jack spun out of the driveway and sped off into the distance. She too had a throbbing headache. That day she had planned to do a little grocery shopping, but she decided it could just as well wait, at least until she felt more human.
Her nerves were too jangled to go back to bed, and watching some silly day time quiz show on television, or the news, or a movie, would have only jangled them more. So she decided to settle back and read a book, hoping to recover enough in time to where she could at least muster the energy to go out and to the shopping.
She decided to pick up a book to read that she had purchased just a week earlier at the local bookstore. It was about sex and how married people could adjust to it. There were several explosive chapters dealing with extra-marital activity that took on much greater meaning to her than they had when she originally purchased the book. Her reasons for buying it had been two. First off, she had heard several friends at a women's club meeting discussing it glowingly, indicating how much it had helped them better understand their husbands and their husbands to better understand them. That implanted a curiosity in her, which was the first reason for buying it. The second was that she hoped it would arm her with valuable knowledge in how to deal with Jack, since she found they were systematically drifting apart.
She began reading, but soon put the book down with disgust, even though it was interesting enough. With her head spinning as it was she couldn't muster the necessary concentration.
In futile desperation she laid down on the, couch-with her eyes closed and listened to a rhapsodic FM radio station whose music always soothed her when she wasn't feeling well.
Finally she dozed off for about two hours, awakening with pangs of hunger in her stomach in the early afternoon. She fixed herself lunch, and just as she was finishing a tuna salad which she had prepared the phone rang.
"Hello," she began.
"Hi, dear, hope I didn't disturb anything," the enthusiastic woman's voice chortled.
"Who's this?"
"This is Shirley. Surely you remember me. We shared each other's husband last night," she laughed.
A tense tingle passed through Molly's stomach. She didn't know how to react to such a call. She wondered what Shirley would have to say. Molly still wasn't certain in her own mind that she had done the right thing the evening before by succumbing to the charms of two strange men, or that Jack had done-the right thing in succumbing to two women.
"Yes, of course," Molly finally said, after a long pause.
"You don't sound like you're feeling so well, my dear."
"Matter of fact, I'm not," she admitted. "I have a terrible headache that I'm trying to shake."
"Tell me all about it," she laughed. "I'm feeling the same thing. We had too much booze and too many screws. That's our problem, if you want to call it that."
"If you're feeling the same thing I am then how can you sound so cheerful?" Molly inquired skeptically.
"I'm probably a little more used to the feeling than you, my sweet In fact I'm sure I am. As a matter of fact, that's why I called you. I have a splendid cure for drying out after a long night, and I was wondering if you'd care to join me."
"Join you where?"
"I'm going to my women's health club. It's just off of Ventura. A great place to go when you're feeling a little tipsy. That sauna's just great for drying all the poisons out of your system. So what do you say? How's about going with me?"
"Well, okay," she said after a short pause.
"Fine. I was just getting ready to pile into my car. I'll pick you up right away. Now what's your address?"
A few minutes later Shirley arrived behind the wheel of a black Cadillac. She nudged the horn and Molly came out, opening the door and sliding into the front seat with her. With a little proper make-up application Molly was able to look a lot better than she actually felt. She couldn't help but admire the way that Shirley was looking, so sparkling and gorgeous in a purple pants suit.
Molly couldn't help but admire the way she carried herself. That blonde hair glistened majestically in the bright afternoon sun as they drove toward the health club.
Finally they arrived at the pink building that was their destination. They went inside and Shirley quickly introduced her new friend to everybody she knew.
They walked over to two empty dressing cubicles and disrobed. Molly couldn't help but look at Shirley with admiration upon seeing her form nude, and Shirley couldn't help but admire Molly's stunning form.
The girls were about the same age and built very much alike. Each had huge shapely tits that didn't droop one iota, standing out firm and proudly. Both had long, lithe legs, and both had cute well-rounded asses.
"This way, my dear," Shirley smiled, walking toward the nearest sauna room as Molly trailed a few steps behind. Molly couldn't help but admire the construction of Shirley's beautiful ass or the way that she carried it, wiggling it seductively from side to side. No wonder she had been able to-snare an appealing man like Mark in marriage, Molly couldn't help but think.
Molly began wondering about herself. She was perhaps paying too much attention to this unbelievably stunning hunk of woman. After all, she couldn't ever recall herself paying this attention to another woman since high school, when she had a childish crush on a next door neighbor in her early twenties. And she had always attributed that more to admiration than any sexual feeling.
This couldn't be anymore than that, Molly told herself as Shirley opened the door to the sauna and held it open for her. It was no more than a case of her admiring what an appealing woman has to over, sheer admiration, she drummed into her head.
Shirley entered the small, hot room right behind her, closing the door tightly shut behind her.
"I'm gonna lock this so we won't be disturbed by some gabby dames," she winked as she threw the lock into place.
"Can you keep these to yourselves."
"Yes you can, except when they're real busy," Shirley nodded. "It makes it real nice for privacy."
Molly sat down on a tiny wooden bench. Already the sauna's powerful heat was causing the sweat to pour down both sides of her face. It was never hard for her to work up a sweat.
Shirley demurely lowered her beautiful naked form down beside Molly, her leg scraping ever so gently against Molly's. Molly felt an unmistakable electric current swept through her body the moment that Shirley's leg brushed against hers.
No, it just couldn't be, Molly told herself, I couldn't be turning on to another woman sexually. That just isn't like me at all, she thought, it just couldn't be happening to me. I'm just excited, that's all, she painfully tried to convince herself.
Molly hoped that Shirley hadn't picked up on the startled expression on her face that had dawned when their legs had scraped together. She had to keep her cool and forget about what had happened, pass it off as if it had never occurred.
But then something strange happened. She was looking straight ahead, minding her own business and concentrating on the pure dry heat, that was starting to do wonders for her poisoned insides, when all of a sudden, out of the corner of her eye, Molly observed Shirley flashing her a long look of admiration. It was every bit as pronounced as the one she had held in reserve the evening before for her husband Jack. The question was, did it also hold the sane meaning?
"You're such a beautiful girl," she said softly. "I can see why Jack likes you so much, and he really does. He told me so. You have such a lovely form."
"Thank you," Molly replied in a startled hush.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked bluntly.
"Well, yes. You're a beautiful girl. Any man should find you appealing. He really should."
"But right now I'm not thinking about men. I'm thinking about how appealing, another woman finds me."
Molly's heart suddenly sank. Now things had been brought clearly out into the open. This beautiful uninhibited creature who enjoyed swapping husbands was interested in women as well. She reached out with her right hand, running it slowly and smoothly over Molly's face, until Molly began to gasp. Although Molly diligently tried to suppress her feelings, there was no way that she could succeed. Like Shirley, she was a sexy woman who was unable to turn off her basic urges in the manner of somebody turning off a water faucet. They were unmistakably there for all to see, and she could feel that telltale itchiness surfacing dramatically between her legs.
"I love you, I loved you from the moment I got my first look at you," she whispered, continuing to run her soft fingers over Molly's sweaty but beautiful face. "We're all alone in here. Doesn't it make you feel good to know that?"
"I guess so," Molly whispered, still overcome by the rapidity with which she was getting aroused by another woman.
"You shouldn't guess, baby. You should know."
Shirley, who was very sure and precise in her movements, removed her hand suddenly from Molly's face and let it trail slowly but surely down to her breasts, which she cupped and fondled, first pressing, then slightly pinching. The movements caused Molly to let out a gasp, after which her breathing became noticeably heavier.
"Now you're getting there, honey," Shirley nodded encouragement. "You just need a little coaxing, that's all. You've got that same weird hang up that we've all had at one time or another. But it leaves after. you've had your first woman and you discover how much fun it is."
Shirley did possess magic in those fingers, and it thrilled Molly no end to feel them pressing against her. But Shirley certainly had no intention of stopping there. Her burning snatch and her pulsating heart demanded much more. She had to have this beautiful woman, and her innocence in the area of female sex provided that much more of an enticing challenge. As she continued circulating her fingers around Molly's hot breasts Molly's legs began trembling noticeably, which Shirley interpreted as a good sign. She was getting to her in a big way.
Shirley looked into Molly's eyes, then let her eyes come to rest on her flaming red lips. She pushed her head forward with one decisive thrust and let her lips plunge spiritedly against Molly's.
They were delicious lips, smooth and lovely, every bit as captivating as Shirley had dreamed they would be. She locked her lips against them for several electric seconds as Molly's body twisted and turned under the startling and sudden impact of the kiss.
Eventually Shirley's lips withdrew, but the sense of longing was still accelerating inside her. Her fingers reached down and carefully massaged Molly's firm, tight breasts. And while they continued fondling them, Shirley let her tongue force its way inside Molly's mouth.
As their tongues passionately locked Molly suddenly lost control of herself. Her arms and legs spasmed and she let out a puffy series of rapid gasps under the impulse of the spirited French kissing. This gorgeous woman, so much wiser in the ways of the world than she was, could supply her with the same degree of unmitigated passion that her handsome husband could.
The tongues pressed together for what seemed like an eternity. And with slow rhapsodic smoothness they' flicked back and forth against each other as they bathed in saliva. Shirley's fingers reached down toward Molly's buttocks. She grabbed a hold of the cheeks and pressed firmly.
Shirley broke the kiss. She was happy she had seized control of things, happy that she had taken a chance and called Molly. For better than an hour that morning she had weighed the possibilities pro and con about calling her, and about seducing her. She knew that she wanted to continue on a friendly basis with Jack, and hoped that Molly wouldn't rebel at the idea of sex with her.
What had caused her to push ahead and take her chances was the realization that she had a passionate fondness for beautiful Molly. She looked upon her like a lovely piece of fruit that was ripe to be picked. If she hadn't had sex with women before she would find herself besieged like crazy if she functioned in the world of which Shirley was a part. Most often the women who swing with their husbands prefer having sex with the same woman who had had their spouse. That was the way Shirley was. The realization that Molly had supplied Mark with such a good time that he couldn't stop talking about her for an hour after she left made Shirley extra curious for a sex interlude with her.
Shirley was steamed up, ready to go all the way with beautiful Molly. But she could see that Molly hadn't yet reached the state of exhilarated passion that she had. She would have to work at her systematically to bring her completely into line.
Molly watched, her mouth hanging open with surprise, as Shirley's fingers dropped suddenly to her warm mound. The heat was speedily accelerating through her supercharged body as she looked at Molly's sensuous nude form. Now it was just a case of turning Molly on to the point where she already was.
One of the best means of achieving just that, Shirley silently reasoned, was through masturbating herself. She had been told that she looked sexiest when she went through her masturbatory gyrations leading up to sex.
Molly's eyes widened with interest as Shirley's tits systematically flipped up and down and her ass cheeks wiggled from side to side while her fingers pumped vigorously inside her now moist snatch.
"I love you, baby, I love you," Shirley professed unashamedly as Molly continued standing there in her semi-hypnotic trance, watching every movement.
Shirley moved her body over toward a bearskin rug in the middle of the room. As she stood there, continuing to circulate her fingers passionately over her flaming pussy, she let her body ever so gradually drop toward the rug.
She looked like an accordion folding ever so slowly as her voluptuous body dropped little by little until her ass made contact with the rug. At first she was in a sitting position, legs propped up in front of her, as those fingers continued darting over her pussy.
Then Shirley started rolling around on that rug, unleashing wild gyrations that Molly hadn't seen before, and never dreamed existed. Sweat dripped from Shirley's body, which sparkled from the combination of the sweat and the artificial light.
Molly's eyes remained riveted on that beautiful body. Every now and then she would peer into Shirley's eyes and observe that wild, unrestrained look in them. It was the look of a woman of pleasure who had thrown away all hang-ups long before. She couldn't help but admire what this beautiful woman stood for.
"Come down here and join me," she gasped.
A current of tension rippled through Molly's body. She just had to let her passions govern her, she just had to make love to this beautiful woman who was putting on such an exciting exhibition before her eyes.
She walked over toward Shirley, standing but a few scant inches away, looking steadily downward.
"C'mon, baby, I wanna give you a good time," Shirley sighed.
Molly nodded. A lump came to her throat as she let herself go. She eased her body downward until she was sprawled out on that rug right next to Shirley.
"I love that body of yours," Shirley gasped, "and I'm gonna do everything in the book to it."
Shirley reached out and grabbed a firm hold of Molly's tits, her fingers pressing against the warm folds of flesh. It gave Shirley a thrill just to touch her that way, this beautiful woman that she was dying to make passionate love to.
As one hand concentrated devotedly on the firm skin around Molly's tits. Shirley used her free hand to roam down the side of Molly's left leg. Her movements were very slow and deliberate, just like a snake crawling slowly.
Molly anticipated every movement; greeting each upward hand thrust with passionate desire as the hand moved ever closer to her box, which was Shirley's goal.
Finally, Shirley arrived, running those flaming fingers around the fiery furnace between Molly's legs. Molly kicked those legs and let out a series of loud gasps the moment that contact was made with that fiery snatch.
"I knew you wanted this all along, I just knew it," Shirley nodded confidently. She enjoyed hearing this beautiful woman gasp, she enjoyed watching her writhe, she enjoyed knowing that she could supply her with pleasures just as her husband Mark had the night before.
Now it was Molly's legs which trembled as Shirley stepped up the pace, moving her fingers briskly over that warm smooth mound.
"You can do the same for me, baby, I need that same kind of action," Shirley exclaimed as her fingers continued working back and forth over Molly's pussy.
"I'll be glad to help," Molly nodded.
"Now, baby, help now."
"Hang on, honey."
Molly's fingers darted between Shirley's widely spread legs, sending shock waves through her body the instant that those fingers were applied. Molly received some additional shock waves herself through the impetus she supplied. It gave her a tremendous feeling of satisfaction to know that she was pleasing Shirley in the same way that Shirley was pleasing her. Their efforts were now reciprocal.
They matched each other stroke for stroke, keeping their timing systematically intact. When Shirley would speed up the pace, Molly would. instinctively follow.
Soon their bodies were flipping wildly form side to side and the sweat poured from both of them.
Shirley was pleased to see that things were proceeding as well as they were, but was by no means satisfied. The mutual finger exercise was merely a prelude leading up to the next step.
She decided that the time for the next step was ripe. Without saying a word to Molly she suddenly removed her fingers from the aroused girl's flaming box. She let her head drop downward quickly, taking her strong fingers and parting Molly's legs, observing the moistness at her box as she did, which made Molly loom all the more appetizingly.
"I've just gotta eat you," she finally explained.
The head continued to drop until her tongue made contact with Molly's aroused snatch. The first few tongue thrusts were gentle and exploratory, aimed at warming Molly up some more. After a few slow casual strokes the tempo heated up as Shirley worked her tongue enthusiastically over Molly's mound.
"Oh, that feels so good," Molly's legs trembled and her ass and hips swayed from side to side, "keep that up."
Shirley kept up her steady tongue assault for the next few minutes, never varying her tempo one iota. She drove herself with speedy conviction, enjoying every thrust, proud of making love to this passionate girl.
Finally she stopped her movements long enough to say.
"Do the same to me, baby. Try it and you'll love it."
Up until that dramatic moment it had never occurred to Molly just how much fun it might be to let herself go and dive inside a beautiful woman's muff. But now the urge was becoming shattering, something that projected itself through her entire body.
What the hell would be wrong with it? she asked herself silently. The fact that social conventions were against it didn't pose as strong an argument as it once could have. Not in view of the fact that she had gone so far so fast the evening before in the arms of not one but two strange men.
"Express yourself, baby, let yourself go like I'm doing and you'll like it all the more," Shirley urged.
Molly decided to let herself go. Reaching down she pried Shirley's legs apart, just as Shirley had done for her a few minutes, earlier. Carefully she lowered her head, picking up the scent of Shirley's muff mixed with the sweat that was spilling from her.
Her heart pulsated with wanton desire as she drove her tongue in a whirlpool frenzy, slipping back and forth systematically over Shirley's aroused nest.
Knowing. that Molly was fully in the groove gave Shirley all the more reason to give her a good suck. Getting the same kind of action from the girl you're sucking always stimulates you that much more, she thought as she went to work on her snatch.
Their tongues drew steadily on each other until they exploded for a first time, together no less. Then adventurous Shirley decided that it would be good to move on to something else for the time being.
Without saying a word to Molly, she shifted her movement from Molly's cunt to her asshole, letting her tongue reach inside and stab with the same degree of blind need that she had exhibited on her snatch a few moments earlier.
Molly quickly got the idea. Shirley would be naturally expecting her to reciprocate, to come up with the same kind of precise, stimulating movements inside her ass.
Their bodies swayed and rolled with uninhibited passion as they worked on each other's asshole, driving frenzied whirlpools of lust through each other.
Never had so much passion been released so fast in her body, Molly thought, and it was happening not with a man but with another woman. A new side was revealing itself within her, a fun loving carefree side devoted to kicks and not worried about conventional hang-ups. She felt several light years younger than usual by means of letting herself go.
The tongues flicked passionately in each other's asshole, until Shirley decided that it was time to return to the cunt licking. She was just about ready to go.
Molly was ready to shoot her juices as well, and was happy to see Shirley switch tactics, even though she dearly loved the act of going inside her cure ass.
The speedy muff serenade commenced with a flurry. Tongue matched tongue until the girls came three times each. It wasn't until then that they felt like taking a rest.
"Didn't it feel better when you decided to let yourself go?" an all knowing Shirley smiled as she lay next to Molly on the rug.
"Did it ever."
"You're so gorgeous."
Shirley threw her arms around Molly and kissed her lips gratefully, letting the lips remain firmly locked for several seconds before turning loose.
"Thank you," Molly sighed
"You're quite welcome. And thank you, for giving me the best fuck I've ever had with another woman."
"Was it really the best?" Molly's face lit up in a smile.
"It sure was. You're absolutely great."
"I sure like you too."
"I have a hunch we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other lately."
"I hope so."
They got up and towelled the sweat off of each other.
"Maybe we'd better get out of here and get a shower," Shirley winked.
"I guess so. We've really been sweating."
"Yes we have, and for more reasons than one."
They slipped quietly out of the sauna room and into the shower stalls a few feet away.
As Molly .stepped underneath the warm water she realized that she didn't feel sick anymore. The throbbing headache was gone.
"How's your headache?" Molly shouted at Shirley, who was one cubicle removed from her.
"Completely gone, thanks to you. How about you?"
"Same, thanks to you?"
Then they both laughed as the water continued to pelt their naked, free and vibrantly alive bodies.
Chapter Five
The day had gone embarrassedly for Jack. He had done his best to instill in the young lawyers who worked under him the necessity for punctuality and meticulousness in dealing with clients.
Now he had been forced to walk into the office and eat crow after missing an important deposition involving a wealthy client, violating his own rule of thumb. Naturally the young guys didn't say anything to him, since, after all, he nonetheless remained in charge. But it embarrassed him greatly to know what they must have been thinking.
The irony proved all the more bitter when he recognized that it was young Billy, the one he was bawling out the most often about not taking care of responsibilities properly, who had apparently bailed him out by taking his place at the deposition.
His nerves remained jangled and his throat contained a tugging dryness up until early in the afternoon. Then, thanks to several piping hot, cups of black coffee and a bit of lunch, things began falling back into place.
A few minutes past two Billy came strutting into the office, briefcase in hand, whistling a merry tune.
"Everything went just beautiful," he exclaimed to both Jack and Lou Brown.
"What do you mean by that?." Jack asked.
"They're gonna forget about the whole thing."
"Forget?" Jack looked at him with puzzlement.
"I mean they've decided to forget about the divorce."
"You've gotta be kidding," Lou Brown said with surprise. "They were at each other's throats a few days ago."
"Well they walked out like a couple of lovebirds, I kid you not," Billy remarked.
"Wonder what brought on the change;" Jack said.
"You know how married couples are," Billy, a young bachelor chuckled, "you never know where you stand with them."
Billy's jesting remark caused Jack to think long and hard about his life with Molly. He couldn't help but silently agree with Billy that things were strange indeed when viewed in the previous evening's context. They had gone out to unify their marriage and had wound up sharing other partners. Jack wondered further whether that form of activity would repeat itself, and if so whether he would oppose or favor such a development. The whole thing was hard for him to figure out.
Since he had arrived so late at the office that day, Jack decided to stay until the rest of the people in the office had left. Lou bidded him good evening at a few minutes before six. He didn't leave until six-thirty, after having completed a lot of messy paper work that he had been putting off, and that would have been done in the morning had he arrived at the office then.
The traffic was slow down Ventura Boulevard. The only reason why Jack didn't take the freeway was because that was even more congested. His throat was dry and the traffic was making him more tense than usual. Actually he didn't have to travel Ventura that many blocks before turning off, but every little bit hurt when you felt tense and confused such as he did, and when you were thirsty to boot.
He had previously thought that the remainder of the hangover had been squelched sometime that afternoon, shortly following lunch, but was quickly finding out that something had remained. The memories also remained constant. He couldn't help but repeatedly reflect on how much fun it had been to bang Shirley and Cindy, two gorgeous women.
As his car pushed slowly forward he caught a glimpse of a familiar flashing neon sign a few feet ahead. THE ROYAL ROOSTER, it flashed on and off, enticing customers on the busy boulevard to stop off for a drink or two.
Jack felt immediately enticed. First of all, his nerves were grating to the point where he wanted to instantly get out of the traffic. Also, little pangs of curiosity were twitching inside him to go back to the place where the wild evening had begun a little less than twenty-four hours earlier.
He wrestled with the question briefly in his mind as he approached the parking lot. For a moment he almost drove past, deciding that he'd be taking a great risk returning to the scene that fast, before he'd had a chance to see his wife again, but when he pulled even with the parking lot entrance he overcame his fears and swung a right turn inside.
The moment he entered the crowded bar the first face he detected was Ben's. He was busy mixing drinks behind an almost crowded bar. The smoke was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the conversation at both the bar and tables loud and steady.
Ben immediately caught Jack's glance, waving happily and grinning as beautiful moments of the evening before returned, and the inspiring memories of the screw that Molly had given him.
Jack quickly threaded his way through a standing throng of thirsty male office workers, looking for an empty spot at the bar. As he concentrated hard for a place to sit, he heard a familiar voice call some-what tipsily to him.
"Jack, baby, what're you doing here?" the female's voice inquired.
He stopped dead in his tracks and swallowed hard with surprise as he found himself standing before Harriet Snow, who was looking stunning in a blue suit. She fluttered her sexy dark eyelashes arid smiled. As usual, glittering jeweled bracelets dangled from both wrists. Sitting next to her was husband Wally, looking distinguished in a dark brown business suit. They made a distinguished appearing couple, conveying the impression of wealth that existed in reality.
"How are you?" Jack smiled at both of them, still somewhat dumbfounded. He was embarrassed over missing the deposition appearance, and sought to mention it before Harriet got the chance to. "Listen, I'm awfully sorry, Harriet, about missing that deposition today."
"Oh, think nothing of it," she laughed casually. "That young boy you sent was so charming. Oh, was he cute. He had the most sparkling blue eyes. And on top of that he was so nice and tactful that Wally and I looked at each other, got to thinking, and decided we'd been acting awfully stupid about things. We decided to forget about the divorce and put up with each ether instead."
"Listen, Jack, why don't you sit down and join us," Wally generously suggested, point to an empty place right next to Harriet.
"Fine, don't mind if I do."
He settled into his stool as Wally called for Ben, who quickly materialized wearing a confident grin.
"What'll it be?"
"Two more martinis for us," Wally said. "What'll it be for you?" he looked over at Jack.
"Bloody Mary."
"Coming right up," Ben nodded. Then he looked over at Wally and Harriet, exclaiming grinningly. "You folks know old Jack?"
"Know him? He was my attorney," Harriet smiled.
"Let me tell you. My wife sure got to know him last night. He must be one hell of a good screw, judging by the way he's been going on."
Jack's initial reaction was to want to punch Ben in the nose for talking that openly, particularly in front of a client. But Harriet and Wally reacted with. casual smiles.
"I wonder what Mrs. Perkins would have to say about that," Harriet laughed.
"Hell, she was having too much fun with me to worry about what went on between Jack and Cindy," Ben winked. "Well, I'd better get those drinks before you groovy folks die of thirst."
As Ben casually skipped off Wally and Harriet chuckled while Jack's lips tightened and he looked toward Ben sourly.
"I know what you're thinking," a shrewd Wally immediately, picked up, observing Jack's look. "You- don't have to worry about us. People talk openly around this place and that, frankly, is why we like it."
"Yeah, they're not beset by all these conventional puritan hang-ups that ruin a lot of people," pointed out.
"We believe in living and letting live, don't we, love?" Wally affectionately squeezed his wife's arm.
"You'd better believe it, doll, particularly when I'm sitting between not one but two very appealing men." Harriet ended up staring at Jack with those sparkling sexy dark eyes. Once more the lashes fluttered convincingly. Jack shifted in his chair as his cock hardened noticeably. Harriet then emphasized her point by reaching out and touching Jack's wrist dramatically with her fingers. "You're such a conscientious lawyer and such a groovy guy."
At that point Ben arrived with the drinks.
"Things are already getting cozy around here, I see," Ben grinned at Harriet.
"Damned right, baby, and one of these nights pretty soon I'm gonna come in here, drag you over to my place at closing time, and rape the shit out of you."
"I'll go willingly," Ben burst into laughter. Then he excused himself to wait on two new customers.
Harriet took several quick sips from her drink. Every now and then she would turn toward Jack and flash him an admiring grin. Things were happening so fast that Jack could hardly believe it.
When she got past the halfway mark of her drink she slowly lifted her tall, sensuous frame from the stool.
"If you beautiful gentlemen will excuse me for a minute" she said, "I've gotta go to the little girl's room and tinkle. Those drinks are springing a leak in me."
Jack and Wally watched as she walked toward the rest room in the back of the bar Jack glared intensely at her long, trim, beautifully constructed legs and her well-shaped ass. Suddenly he hungered for her in the same passionate way that he had hungered for Shirley the same bar the evening before.
"No two ways about it, my wife is very hot for you right now, counselor," Wally smiled
"She's a beautiful woman," Jack-grinned, not knowing how far to take things at that point.
"Knowing you, I'll bet you're married to a gorgeous gal yourself."
"Yes as a matter of fact, I am," he nodded.
"Hope I can meet her sometime."
"Here's her picture,". Jack reached into his wallet and happened to pull out the-most flattering bikini shot he had other. She had been tanned a convincing golden brown at the time when he had snapped it two summers earlier in Miami Beach, where they had been vacationing.
"Wow, what a face, what a body,", Wally whistled excitedly, handing Jack back the. picture. "Listen, how's about you calling your wife up and telling her that a friend of yours wants to take the two of you out to diviner. After all, my wife is an old client."
"Sounds like a good idea."
"If your wife hits it off with me anywhere near as well as Harriet's hitting it off with you, well then we'll just kinda let nature take its course; if you know what I mean."
"I dig," Jack nodded. "Excuse me while I make a call."
"I'll save your place."
Butterflies surfaced in the pit of Jack's stomach as he walked toward the telephone in the corner of the room. He didn't know how Molly would react to his proposal, or how much she might read into it. With a whole day to mull, over the consequences of what had happened the night before, Molly might not ever want to engage in extra-marital sex again, he thought. She might lose her celebrated temper over suggesting that they go out again a second night in a row with another couple.
Unknown to Jack at the time, Molly had just arrived home a few minutes before. Following a lengthy lovemaking session in the sauna room, Molly and Shirley both received vigorous massages from the masseuse on duty, then stopped in downtown Studio City to do a little shopping, followed by a few drinks at a local bar.
Whereas Jack feared a bad reaction from Molly, Molly in turn was fearful that she'd find an impatiently hungry Jack when she arrived home. She breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered he wasn't back yet, and was just about ready to start dinner when he called.
"Honey, I don't know about what you've got planned, but we've got a dinner invitation for tonight," he began quickly.
"Who and where?"
"Well I've spoken of Harriet Snow."
"The woman who was getting the divorce from the real estate tycoon?"
"That's past tense. I found them sitting in THE ROYAL ROOSTER bill and cooing it. He's in a generous mood, wants to meet you, and wants to take us to dinner."
"With all his millions I guess he can afford it," Molly laughed. Jack breathed a sigh of relief at that point. Molly wasn't greeting the proposal with hostility.
"That he can. He seems like a nice guy. Anyway, I guess the best thing to do, the easiest thing, would be for you to get into the MG and meet us down here."
"Fine, dear."
"When can we expect you?"
"Oh, I'll be ready in ten minutes. You'll see me in a half hour or so. I'll look my best."
"You do that."
Jack felt like a new man as he hung up the phone and returned to his place. By that time Harriet had returned from the ladies' room.
"My love, for a moment I thought we'd lost you," she touched his wrist affectionately with her soft, sensuous fingers as he sat down beside her. Once more a bolt of sexual electricity shot through him and his cock hardened some more inside him.
"You get ahold of your wife?" Wally asked expectantly.
"I sure did. She'll be joining us as soon as she gets ready and drives over here."
"Very good, we'll have a swinging party before the evening's over," Harriet looked at Jack, winking lewdly.
Molly arrived a few minutes later looking her most stunning in a white dress that showed off her figure admirably. Wally's eyes widened immediately as they came into direct contact with her always impressive tits. Harriet grinned as she observed an awed Wally ogle sexy Molly.
"Yes, I think we're all gonna get along just fine," Harriet exclaimed.
This time she went further than before, reaching down with her hand underneath the table and gripping Jack's thigh. "Ain't that right, Mr. Attorney?"
"You're the boss," Jack nodded.
One drink later, after they were that much better acquainted, they got into Wally's silver Rolls-Royce and rode to a fashionable restaurant in the hills just above Ventura. There they enjoyed charcoal broiled steaks as they looked down on the lights of the San Fernando Valley below.
Every now and then Harriet would reach under the table and squeeze Jack's leg. He retaliated several times by running his fingers up and down her smooth thigh. She had to be an overpoweringly sexy woman, Jack silently reasoned, based upon her enthusiasm and her body, which appeared to have been constructed with sex in mind. He remembered how impressed he had been with her the first time that she walked into his office. He had heard of her powerful husband, and had seen her name in the paper several times concerning charity functions; and always he had thought of an older, matronly looking woman. Instead he was aghast to come into contact with someone built along the same lines as Molly, and with a knockout of a face as well.
Wally and Harriet were both older than Jack and Molly respectively, which made them all the more interesting from the viewpoint of the younger couple. Wally was a handsome, confident man with a touch of gray at his temples as he rapidly approached his middle forties. Harriet was thirty-eight, but had the trim school girlish figure of a woman considerably younger. Her face also contained the buoyant sparkle of a woman in her early twenties. Rich living tempered with just the right amount of exercise, capped off by several laps up and down the twenty-key-forty swimming pool in the backyard, enabled Harriet to shed years from her, impressive appearance.
The longer Jack looked at her and talked with her the more intriguing the idea of climbing into bed with Harriet loomed. He would have always looked upon such an eventuality favorably, except that before he managed to suppress all such urges, while now they were surging dramatically to the fore, and in the presence of her husband, no less.
As for Wally, he was every bit as infatuated with Molly as Jack was with Harriet. The longer he looked into those sparkling eyes, the more times his eyes came into, direct contact with those jutting boobs, the more enthusiastic he became to take her home to bed with him.
Following dinner they had a couple drinks each, to loosen them up a little more. Then Wally came up with a blunt suggestion.
"We live over in Benedict Canyon, not all that far from here. We'd like to show both of you our place. And maybe if we're up to it we can have a little fun." He ended his comment "by smiling cutely as Molly, who smiled back. She was impressed by this wealthy, handsome, debonair man, and was as ready to go to bed with him as she had been to take on Mark the night before.
"We'd be most happy to accept your invitation," Jack said, running his hand up and down Harriet's long trim leg.
They drove high up into the hills; finally turning down a secluded tin winding road. Wally then turn into a driveway of an expansive home nestled amidst trees and shrubbery and set behind a high wall.
"This is the .way Harriet and I like it," he exclaimed. "We've got nothing but privacy here. No goddamned noisy neighbors to interfere with what we wanna do, or to spend their idle hours wondering what we're doing. This is our style of living. We've had this gorgeous place all to ourselves since my daughter by my first marriage moved out to get married."
"We can fuck to our heart's content with anybody we like," Harriet looked at Jack, winking.
That look of Harriet's caused a flow of excitement to reel through his stomach. His cock then penetrated forward to full length. Harriet, who possessed keen eyes, immediately detected its hardness against the outline of his trousers.
"My but that dong's getting nervous," she laughed.
Harriet reached inside Jack's trousers and pulled out his prick, fondling it affectionately like a schoolgirl petting her favorite dog. Sparks of excitement generated through him as she ran her fingers skillfully up and down the base of his nervous stick.
Wally pulled the Rolls-Royce to a stop in the driveway. When he heard Jack noticeably panting he turned around and observed his wife pumping up and down on his shaft.
"When Harriet's in the mood she can't wait," he smiled at Molly, who had been sitting demurely next to him in the front seat. Molly turned around to get a view of what was happening.
"Neither can Jack," Molly smilingly exclaimed. It amazed her how thoroughly and devastatingly she was reacting to the changes in her life.
"I'm that way too," Wally said boldly, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his long hard dick.
Molly looked at it and swooned, overcome by its size, and by her inner impulses to do something about the challenge she was thrusting at her disposal.
"Go ahead, toy with it a little just like Harriet's doing for your husband," he said softly, but with just a faint tinge of impatience, revealing how eager he was to have some intimate contact with the beautiful young woman next to him.
"It does look delicious."
"Sure it does. Go ahead and play with it. If Harriet can give Jack that kind of action you can do the same for me."
Wally shut the car lights off, which left the four of them sitting romantically in the darkness. Molly was aroused by the darkness, the sounds of crickets chirping in the peaceful night, and the awesome presence of Wally's hard penis.
She could fee why Wally and Harriet were so impressed with, home and the secluded section in which it was located. It really brought out the inhibited passions in one.
She reached out and tickled the nub end of his hard prick, letting her fingers edge ever so carefully around his penis tip as his body shifted excitedly in response to her movements.
"We're out here all by ourselves, honey," he assured her in soft, gentle tones, "so you can let yourself go and do whatever you'd like. Let it all hang out, beautiful."
In the backseat Harriet was, in effect, letting it all hang out as she sent waves of pleasure shooting through Jack's body. She had begun in much the same way that Molly was with Wally, by running her fingers up and down Jack's mammoth cock. She began with soft, slow, gentle movements and gradually picked up the pace until her fingers were effectively darting up and down, while Jack's cock and balls were alive with adventurous excitement.
Now Harriet, not to be denied, was moving on to a second stage. She let her tongue touch the tip of that warm penis which inspired her to such great heights. She had initially planned to jerk him several times, then to suggest going in the house to finish things in style in the bedroom, but her enthusiasm ran away with her and now she was shaping a different course.
Waves of excitement coursed through Jack's entire body. He felt young and radiantly alive as he watched Harriet energetically attack his hot meat, running her tongue over the nub end of it.
She let her head drop and started sucking his balls, causing them to enlarge and the sex energies within him to near the exploding stage. He just couldn't take much more stimulation before going off.
"Oh, suck me, you're too much," Jack gasped, "I want it, suck it off, oh, suck me, I want you, suck it."
Hearing the commotion that was raging in the backseat stimulated Molly all the more.
"You hear that?" Wally inquired. "Harriet's giving your husband a good suck job. You can do the same for me. Let's get the old peter off once out here, then we'll go inside, undress, and fuck some more."
Wally turned Molly on in a big way. The sexy inflections of his voice had an overpowering effect on her, stimulating her toward great heights to please him in every way she knew how.
She ended her jerking movements up and down his aroused prong, bending over and letting her tongue sweep up and down the length of his cock as he sighed erotically.
"Oh, now you're really in the swing," Wally gasped gratefully. "You really know how to please a guy. Slow down, baby; take your time, you don't have to go too fast. That's it, a nice leisurely pace. Ah, do I love it. You're really moving that thing around, and is that sucking ever doing a lot for me. Ah, that's great."
Now both men were receiving fantastic stimulation. In the backseat sexy Harriet was running her fingers diligently over Jack's hot balls while her tongue stabbed up and down the base of his hugs dick.
It inspired her to watch his face redden and his eyes close every few seconds with erotic satisfaction. Her mouth operated like a human suction cup, digging ever so energetically in piercing up and down movements over his itchy stick.
"Suck it all out of me, go after the big load," Jack. cried out as he approached orgasm. "Keep it up, step up the pace, keep sucking me, I want it, I love that action."
Nothing could stop Harriet now. She had succeeded in building up her momentum, and once her momentum was rolling nobody could prevent her from realizing her sexual purpose. Normally she was calm, and often she could be downright detached in her relations with people, except when it came to taking on a handsome man ins sex. At that point she would turn into a frenzied woman with a mission.
Now she neared completion of that mission, at least the first stage of it, as her tongue crisply moved up and down, back and forth, with short decisive tongue thrusts.
"It's all gonna spill out," Jack cried, issuing a final warning as to what was in the offing.
She hung on for dear life, twitching his balls several times tantalizingly as she pumped for all she was worth, determined to taste that warm semen.
"Oh, that's it," he sighed, "now I'm there. Just a few more stabs. Oh, it tickles, it's driving, me out of my mind, suck that cock, suck it you dirty, cocksucker, lick me, suck me, cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker, oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Harriet braced herself determinedly and held on to his hard stick as the jutting white juice spilled relentlessly out of the end of Jack's hard dong. He lay there aghast, gasping as she drained every drop of juice out of him.
"Nice, so nice," he whispered after she had swallowed his last precious drops, running his fingers affectionately through her hair.
"You taste very good," she told him softly.
"Glad I could please you."
Jack threw an arm around her shoulder and she tucked her head crookedly against his arm as they watched the exciting scene in front of them slowly unfold.
Inspired by all the commotion she couldn't help but hear, Molly stepped up the pace of her sucking. She had started by giving Wally's swelled organ a good tongue bath, letting it move briskly up and down with a sense of spirited adventure. Up and down it had moved with ever accelerating impact.
Then, in the immediate aftermath of Jack's loud explosion, she switched her efforts to Wally's balls, letting her tongue lap up on them with speedy but graceful strokes.
She observed Wally's heavy breathing and the manner in which his body had begun trembling, knowing that her efforts were having a profound impact on him.
"Finish me off," he shouted, "I can't take much more. Those movements are just too damned much for me. I want you to suck me, suck me good, suck me, off, honey."
Now she had him precisely where she wanted him. She enjoyed watching him writhe and grimace, knowing that it would only be a short time before she tasted him, just as Harriet had tasted Jack a few seconds ago.
She moved her tongue up and down skillfully over the base of his dick while, her fingers gently massaged his hot balls. She gave it to him the best of both ways.
She zeroed in on that inflated torpedo like there was no tomorrow, desperately lapping up and down on it while the fingers continued shooting darting stabs of pleasure-into his scrotum.
"Keep tickling those balls," he shouted, "keep up that tickling, I want it, I love that, suck me and play with my nuts, oh, that feels so good, I want it, suck it."
Several stabs later there was a huge sigh that equaled the one emitted by Jack earlier when he shot. His body spasmed several times from side to side as he felt the intense pull inside him. The jutting white semen was spurting voluminously out of the end of his rod as Molly, holding on to his balls securely for added support, sucked in every precious drop, being ever so careful that she didn't waste a bit.
A grateful Wally kissed Molly's lips after it was all over.
"You and Harriet are the two greatest sucks around," he lauded.
"I'll drink to that," Jack said.
"Yeah, I think we're both pretty lucky guys."
"That we are."
"And it's great that we can be men enough to share our wonderful treasures," Wally turned around and smiled at Jack, who nodded.
Before that climactic session which had started the night before at THE ROYAL ROOSTER, Jack would never have dreamed of involving both himself and his wife in such adventures. But the more he became involved the more fun he realized he was having.
Apparently the same went for Molly, he reasoned, judging by the enthusiasm she displayed in going down on Wally's erect rod.
With two sexy sucks already gotten out of the way, the foursome exited the car and headed for the house.
"You've only begun to sample our hospitality," Harriet assured Jack as she took his hand and squeezed it while they walked toward the door.
"The little lady's right," Wally looked at Molly.
"I hope so," Molly said.
"I know so," Wally patted her affectionately on the ass.
Once more the burning fires between Jack's legs were igniting as he looked at Harriet's stunning form. He just had to plant that tongue of his around those lovely boobs.
Chapter Six
The lights suddenly went out and Jack felt a spirited tug of fingers inside his fly.
No sooner had the horney foursome arrived in the house than an energetic Harriet decided to turn off the lights and launch another sexual assault on an altogether willing Jack.
"What the hell you turn the lights off for?" her befuddled husband asked as he groped around in the dark.
"More romantic this way, dear," she said confidently.
Harriet tugged up and down on Jack's rigid prong for a few strokes, then abandoned her movements to concentrate on taking off his trousers. She let her busy fingers pry loose his belt. Then with one diligent thrust she pulled the trousers all the way down.
Jack did the rest, stepping out of the trousers, then removing his shoes and socks quickly. As for his coat, in his anxiety he flung it casually to the floor, unbuttoned his shirt, and ripped off his tie.
Now he was down to his underwear. At that point Harriet took over once more and pulled hard at his shorts, wearing a big smile as they came down and she got a good look at that swollen prick.
She then pulled off his T-shirt, after which he was completely nude, just the way she wanted him.
There was something enchanting about undressing a woman in the dark that made the act even more exciting than usual, Jack thought. He went to work on Harriet, who slid. her sexy body downward until she was sprawled out on the soft rug.
He received his biggest thrills of all when he pulled off her panties and bra. There was that beautiful tits that he had dreamed of gnawing on, staring up at him like two shiny melons in the shimmering darkness.
As for Wally and Molly, they didn't let the darkness bother them either.
"There's something to be said for this," Wally whispered, pulling Molly toward him from a standing position, wrapping his fingers securely around her waist, and kissing her lips fondly.
"Yes there is," Molly nodded, brushing her always bountiful boobs against his chest.
"I've just gotta undress you," Wally said softly.
"Be my guest, my love."
"Oh, baby."
He let his tongue explore her mouth. They splashed together with uninhibited bliss. Then he wrapped his tongue around hers. The tongues locked securely.
Wally broke the kiss, letting out a gasp as he did. He let his fingers drop exploringly toward her well-rounded ass. They probed her ass cheeks ever so carefully and thoroughly.
"Oh, undress me, undress me," she begged.
"I would love to."
As she stood there aid gasped, her body swaying from side to side and her breathing heavy, Wally impatiently pulled her clothes from her. She would. provide movements to aid his effort, enjoying the spirited contact that flowed between them.
"I've just gotta have you," Wally whispered with a sense of mounting urgency, cupping his fingers around her buttocks cheeks firmly.
"Fuck me, I want you to screw me," Molly gasped.
He guided Molly downward on to the rug. He reached down and probed her breasts, letting his fingers massage the tips of her hard nipples as her body rocked back and forth with glee.
"I've gotta taste you first," he gasped.
"Do it, do it, I'd love to have you do it."
Wally continued his fervent breast massaging, letting his fingers slide around her nipples, then the rest of her tits. The longer that his fingers worked away on her breasts the more excited she became, until her body trembled passionately.
While the fingers continued working on her breasts Wally put his tongue to work as well. He started out by delivering several passionate lip kisses, then let his tongue slip inside her mouth. Back and forth he flipped with great zeal. His strides were brisk and confident, causing her breath to shorten.
Their tongues locked in uninhibited bliss. They remained pressed together for several crucial seconds, after which Wally suddenly turned loose of her, looking searchingly into her eyes.
"Now I'm gonna attack that muff," he announced.
"Do it, you've got it so hot it doesn't know what to do. Suck me, honey, I want you."
He slowly lowered his head, setting his sights diligently on the moist mound between her trembling legs. His kisses had put her precisely where he wanted her, in a position where she just had to get her juices off.
As Wally's head dropped toward her muff he reached behind Molly and let his right index finger dig ever so carefully and ever so erotically inside the crack of her ass.
"Oh, does that feel groovy," she giggled like a carefree schoolgirl, enjoying his stimulating movement.
As the head continued dropping ever downward toward her inviting cunt he pushed the index finger into her ever so gradually, letting just a little bit in at a time. He felt the swirlingly intense excitement swell in his cock and nuts from the impact of probing that finger high inside her ass.
"You're driving me out of my gourd," she swooned.
"This is just the beginning."
"Oh, I believe it. Show me more."
"Just what I plan on doing," he told her confidently.
While the finger continued convincingly darting in and out of her ass, causing her to wiggle and squirm, his tongue was setting itself for a good time.
He started out by nibbling on her nipples and sucking her boobs for a few minutes. Then his head dropped down between her inviting legs as his tongue lapped away at her mound.
His nostrils swelled from the familiar female scent, and a burning urge swept through him to drive this beautiful woman out of her ever loving mind with lust.
Back and forth the tongue darted with blinding stabs. His first few strokes had been slow and exploratory, but soon he was lashing away with every ounce of passion he could muster, sending his hot blinding tongue driving into her most intimate inner depths.
"Suck me, I want you, go after me," she sighed softly.
The darting stabs of his energy-laden tongue sent waves of sensation throughout her body. She felt the passions rise swiftly and felt herself near an explosion.
She couldn't hold out for long with him maintaining that type of briskly effective pace.
"I'm gonna go," she announced at one point.
Wally clutched her buttocks cheeks ever so fervently and drove his tongue relentlessly forward until the juice spurted out of her and into his mouth.
"Oh, that's it," her body trembled, "oh, you've got me, I'm there, I'm there, it's wonderful."
While Wally was collecting his reward, Jack was remaining busy as well with Harriet.
He had Harriet pinned to the floor, and was letting his lips plunge passionately against her lips over and over as the passionate crescendo mounted between them.
"I've gotta have you in me," she begged passionately.
"I'll be there," he nodded, looking down at his bulging rod, which was itching with expectation.
His strong fingers circled her thighs and he parted her legs with an earnest tug. He was happy that she had turned off the light and that they were fucking on the rug. First of all it was a nice thick carpet and on top of that it provided much more room for maneuvering. He liked the darkness as well. It made everything so much more enchantingly sexy.
Once he succeeded in parting her legs he pushed forward with his bulging dick, not stopping until he had planted it securely inside her nervous snatch.
Harriet twitched in dramatic response to his thrusting forward movements. He reared back and plunged forward once more. This time her ass wiggled and her body moved from side to side, providing a stimulating movement in accompaniment with his efforts.
He liked Harriet's excellent sense of timing. He loved the way that her body would either shove forward or back and forth to match his own grinding action.
"Oh, that hot cock feels so good," she said, "I love the way you're giving it to me."
Jack reached out and slapped her thighs as his massive organs, which itched with exhilaration, drove forward once more, sinking into the precious inner depths of her moist pussy.
He drove it in as far as he could, with sledgehammer-like accuracy and brutal conviction. She raised her body and matched his movements with stimulating thrusts of her own.
Beads of sweat formed at his forehead as he drove ever fervently forward, pushing in and out of that flaming red gash while she trembled and sighed.
Jack's fingers reached forward and took hold of her tits, pressing on them gingerly as she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Oh, you know just how to turn me on," she asserted.
He turned her on with several more jolting thrusts into her love tunnel as she cooed. with delight. The fingers continued gripping her tits steadily as his nervous prick drove itself at a frenzied pitch.
"I'm getting close," he announced, feeling the rising surge between his powerful legs.
"Drill me, baby, let it all hang out," Harriet cried hoarsely.
"Oh, I will, I will."
A few moments later he let out a length sigh as the juice spurted profusely from his prick. Then he collapsed beside her on the rug. His rocks were off following a stimulating fuck.
"I knew you were a good fuck from the time I met you," Harriet told him confidently.
"How'd you know that?"
"You walk and talk with a certain air of conviction. And I've never yet seen that certain conviction there in a man unless he really knew how to wield dick in bed."
"I never knew you were a psychologist," he laughed.
"I'm not, except where it comes to homey men. Where that's concerned I am."
"Considering what you've got to offer there. I'm sure they wouldn't mind being analyzed a little."
"No, they don't, as long as my pussy remains tight."
While they lay there talking for a few minutes in the immediate aftermath of an electrifying screw the action heated up once more a few feet away, where Wally and Molly were preparing to resume screwing.
Wally excited Molly by running his fingers smoothly over her tits and stomach. He liked the feeling of his fingers making contact with her warm body, and it aroused his cock all the more. The massaging movements coupled with the hot suck he had given her lifted him into an exhilarated frame, from which he demanded speedy and meaningful release.
"How's about sucking me off now?" he looked down at her and asked.
"You're on," she nodded happily.
"I like your attitude."
"I liked your suck."
"We're getting along just great."
Wally thought momentarily, at which point an interesting possibility crossed his mind. Now it occurred to him just how he wanted blissful Molly to suck him.
He heaved a deep breath, then moved his cock forward, raising his body up above Molly's head.
"Open your mouth, baby, cause I'm gonna stab you good," he announced.
Molly was more than happy to oblige, opening her mouth widely and grinning, showing perfect white teeth. Seeing that beautiful mouth open caused his heart to beat ever faster and his cock to itch all the more.
His huge flaming penis lowered itself slowly, deliberately moving at a snail's pace for dramatic impact. By the time he'd shove it inside her she'd be begging for it, he reasoned.
Her eyes registered on that prick that was moving toward her. A hungry sense of anticipation welled in her stomach to taste it. She raised her head, seeking to meet it squarely.
"Get ready to swallow my stuff," he warned her.
"Oh, do it to me, I want it."
He shoved the end of his hot shaft inside her mouth, pushing forward slightly, letting just a little bit into her. She willingly accepted his offer, letting her tongue fling itself passionately over the edge of his stick.
"Oh, now you're giving me beautiful motion," he nodded, "now you're really getting the range."
Buoyed by her inspiring efforts, Wally leaned forward a little more, sending a little more hot meat her way. She grabbed ahold of his balls and tickled them with her fingers industriously while her tongue laced his prick.
"You're beautiful, you're great, you're sensational at sucking cock," he exclaimed with ever mounting passion. His balls tingled, his cock itched, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would release his juices into her mouth.
The fingers continued exploring his swollen testicles and her tongue rolled enthusiastically up and down his prick. He continued to let more and more of it inside her mouth, until he finally reached the point where very little was held in reserve.
Wally was saving himself for one last big plunge, when he would release all of his flaming meat inside her mouth. He wanted to totally dominate her, to force her into total subordination.
"I'm gonna flood your mouth," he spoke with determination. Hearing his sexy words made her that much more a believer in his explosive prowess. Her heart pulsated frantically as her busy tongue continued going to work on his prick with great zeal.
She was jackknifed on her back, legs spread wide, body trembling, as he hung over her, pumping the meat to her. He reared back for one last frantic charge, then shoved the remainder of his hot erection deep into her mouth.
Now she could barely breathe, being reduced to a series of puffy gasps. But fervently she stayed with it, determined to taste that white floodtide which he would be shortly releasing.
He thrust a finger inside her ass, corkscrewing it teasingly, so that so that her body trembled and bounced in concert with the impact. Now he had her right where he wanted her, under his domination and dying to taste his hot juice.
"Oh, do I have a load of juice stored up for you," he told her as he continued wielding cock in her direction. "You're gonna love what I give you, it's gonna be the best meal you've had in weeks. And it's all gonna come roaring out of this big pecker."
With greater intensification she sped up the ball licking process while he continued steadily hammering the meat to her. Now he had rammed it in so far and so hard that it was practically all the way to her throat.
As she tickled the balls with great conviction he felt a rushing tide of tingling sensation engulfing him in the cock and balls. He began gasping, lurching forward with desperation, planting every inch of his stick inside her.
"I'm gonna go," he announced, "I'm just about ready to go."
He clutched her buttocks for added support and let out a sustained howl as the juice rushed from his peter into her waiting mouth. Spurts of semen splashed deeply inside her. She swallowed and whimpered and tensed herself so that she could suck in every drop.
Now both couples lulled into quietude for the next few minutes after a searing beginning. It had started with the blow jobs in the car and ended on the rug, happening so fast that they could barely, comprehend the-totality of it all.
Wally got up and turned on the light. Then he pranced into the bar and mixed drinks for all. The drinks were sipped leisurely, to match the flow of conversation.
But with four such sexy people gathered together naked in the same room, things couldn't remain quiet for long, aid didn't. Harriet initiated a fresh round in the same way she had the preceding round, by shutting, off the lights.
Once more Jack felt that intimate contact with his cock, which she pumped new life into. The drink coupled with the relaxation had freshened him, sending surging waves of anticipation through his body.
He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of her fingers circulating ever so frantically over his hot dick. As the tingly flow accelerated he decided to put his own fingers to work.
"I've gotta feel that cute pussy," he informed her.
His fingers felt the inner warmth of her vagina. She let out a sigh when he made his first contact. He circulated his fingers with penetrating authority as her entire body trembled.
His fingers quickly ; picked up momentum, journeying over her hot box again and again. His quick, decisive finger efforts precipitated a similarly brisk response on her part as her fingers rifled up and down the base of his long cock.
They matched each other stroke for stroke as her pussy intensified with passion and his cock hardened. They writhed and gasped as they filled each other's body with searing urges.
"Turn loose of me," Jack finally exclaimed, just as he was preparing to explode.
"Okay, we've gotta save that orgasm;" she winked.
"Let's do it sixty-nine style."
"I'm with you."
He turned his supple body around and planted his head between her legs, which he quickly parted. His ass rested just above her mouth, in perfect striking distance.
Jack was eager to taste her fast, and opened his feverish onslaught by nibbling on her clitoris. The nibbling efforts increased the flow of urges within her to the point where she quickly retaliated, running her hot tongue up and down his prick, stopping periodically to run it over his balls.
Jack shifted his efforts from nibbling to sucking, letting his tongue lash back and forth unrestrainedly over her moist mound while she vigorously sucked his dick.
The tempo built steadily until they both sucked for all they were worth, determined to match each other stride for stride in the thrill department, sucking themselves into deep ecstasy.
Jack ran his fingers inside the inner crevices of her buttocks as her body swayed to the accompaniment of his spirited movements. Harriet ran her fingers over the smooth folds of Jack's ass, influenced by his briskly effective movements.
The tongues continued racing wildly until the inevitable orgasms occurred. Harriet's pussy bolted twice before Jack's powerful cock released another flood of white juice into her mouth.
As for Wally and Molly, at first they sat back and watched Jack and Harriet energetically sixty-nining. Serving in a spectator role stimulated both of them for sex, the same kind of sex that- the explosive couple on the rug was engaged in.
"Why don't we give it a try?" Molly looked at him and inquired.
"Why not? You only live once," he shrugged.
Then there were two couples exercising their tongues on the floor, as Wally and Molly, sprawled out opposite each other, sucked frantically, determined to taste each other.
By the time both parties concluded with the grand suck, Jack had shot three times, Wally twice, Molly four times, and Harriet four times. They felt bushed at the end.
"When we invited you two over we really picked a couple of live wires," Harriet asserted.
"Yes we did," Wally nodded, throwing an affectionate arm around Molly's trim waist. "Glad we know each other so well. We'll have to get together again real soon."
"Sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned," Molly looked at Wally affectionately and winked.
Jack didn't quite know how to adjust to his broadly expanded love life. Sure he had loved making it with Harriet, but sometimes, every now and then, he would receive strange feelings when he'd see his wife look upon another man with love and affection.
Yes, like it or not, there was still a good deal of the jealous husband left in him. But he wasn't in a very good position to criticize Molly, since any reprimand would also serve as a self indictment. If he hadn't wanted her to get so involved with other men he wouldn't have willingly accepted opportunities in the manner that he had the last two nights in the bar.
By that time it was very late, Wally and Harriet both looked tired, and he had no further interest in sticking around. It was time for him to take Molly home. He thought about how he had missed Harriet's deposition that morning, even though, in the final analysis, things had worked out all right anyway, and let that serve as his reminder that if he didn't leave the fucking scene right there and then he might be in for a repetition at the office the following morning.
"Guess we'd better get going, honey," he whispered to Molly while their hosts were conversing quietly on the other side of the room.
"I guess we'd better," she nodded. She was also looking tired, showing the strain of not one but two giant sex episodes, the first taking place with Shirley that afternoon.
Slowly Jack and Molly dressed. Before they left they were told no less than three more times that they were welcome to come back for more adventure the next night or any other night.
"That's damn nice of you," Jack smiled, straightening his tie in the mirror as he got ready to leave. "We'll be in touch with you soon."
"I'll keep my cunt and tongue hot for you," Harriet assured.
"Sounds very good."
"And I'll be keeping my cock hot for Molly."
"You'd better believe it," Molly quipped.
They got into the car and Jack drove off. Molly was so tired from ail the cumulative excitement she had been through in the past twenty-four hours that she dozed off soon afterwards.
Chapter Seven
Molly slept throughout the ride home, and as she lay .there in the -front seat, head propped over to one side like a sleepy little girl, Jack did a lot of quiet earnest thinking.
What had been the motivation for taking Molly out the night before? To recapture the old fires of their marriage, he recalled, a marriage which had been ever so steadily deteriorating. With the signs of alarming decay all too evident, Jack had decided to alter the flow of events by dramatically seizing the initiative. If there was one thing he had confidence in concerning his prowess, aside from the inevitable successful law practice, it was in his abilities as a love maker. He thought about the way he had made Molly swoon and reel in bed so many times, particularly when he was courting her, just before they had tied the knot as man and wife. She was a young, passionate girl who needed a guy like him, somebody .with a little more experience who could pump the meat to her with just the right degree of passion combined with sauv�.
Jack was able to do just that, winning Molly's heart in the process. But lately they hadn't been hitting it off nearly that well in bed, thanks in no small measure to his long hours at work. Many times he'd come home so tired that he could barely sit up long enough to eat dinner and sip a few martinis. Then it would be off to bed, and many times when he knew she was begging for release, he managed to summon up enough zing in his tired bones to eat her snatch.
Although the adventures with Mark and Shirley the night before had been thrilling, as had been the ones with Wally and Harriet, Jack remained bugged by the unmistakable fact that, despite his determination of the night before to reverse the tide of their slipping marriage, he had yet to express himself physically toward her. When they had arrived home bleary-eyed early the preceding morning he had been too conked out to even think about more sex, as had Molly.
But as for then, new urges were surfacing in his nervous penis as Molly lay next to him fast asleep. Every once in awhile he would look over at her and get turned on by her look of innocence, which was one of the things that had attracted him so strongly in the early phases of their relationship.
Maybe he had been dog tired over at Wally and Harriet's a few minutes earlier, but suddenly he was snapping back. He had always possessed good recuperative powers, particularly when it came to bouncing back for more sex.
Now he had that nervous feeling returning to his guts that always preceded sexual contact. Molly was sleeping, and Jack hoped that the little bit of rest she was getting would revive her spirits to the point of wanting sex from him when they got home. He felt like he just had to have her. It was a must, something he had to realize right there and then. Perhaps if he had her just like he wanted her he wouldn't want to do anymore swapping, with other couples. Perhaps his actions of the past two nights were no more than response to frustration. Perhaps the same also applied to Molly.
His cock continually hardened during the ride home, and he found himself deliberately speeding up the car whenever he got the chance to shorten the ride. All the while the waves of pent-up exhilaration continued to speedily multiply, surfacing for the most part in his cock and balls.
How he wanted Molly, who looked so sweet and innocent sleeping next to him. One moment he would sneak a peek at her trim, beautiful legs, the next at her voluptuous breasts, and through it all the anticipatory hunger accelerated within him.
Finally he pulled into the driveway, uttering a sigh of relief. Now he was home, and perhaps, he could successfully prevail upon Molly to cooperate with his swelling desires. He stopped the car in the driveway a few feet from the front door, pulling the key out of the ignition.
He looked at the still sleeping Molly With mounting affection. Now he knew he just had to have her. He couldn't take no for an answer after getting this steamed up.
Jack reached over and ran his fingers ever so gently through her hair. He did it several times in rapid succession without rousing her. When he moved his fingertips toward her smooth, gentle face, making contact with the velvety skin, she gradually began stirring. Her eyes blinked their way slowly open. Then as they began making her way out of the sleepy wilderness, she let them fasten upon Jack. She looked at him with gentle affection.
"Where are we?" she asked with surprise, straightening up her body and looking around quickly.
"We're home."
"Things are happening too fast, for me," she yawned, shaking her head. "Last thing I knew I was fucking with Wally."
"You slept during the ride home."
"Guess I did," she smiled wryly.
"Let's go inside."
Jack threw an affectionate arm around Molly, leading her up the walk and into the house. Touching her, maintaining body contact with her, stimulated him all the more for sex. His ever hardening cock was pressing anxiously against the outline of his trousers.
He noticed his breath becoming increasingly shorter, which clued him in all the more as to the level of intensity he had reached. They walked silently into the bedroom. He turned on the light. They hadn't exchanged a word. But, then again, with Jack looking at Molly wide-eyed and excited, any talk would have been superfluous.
"I've got to have you," he finally whispered, pulling off his shirt and walking slowly toward her.
"Oh, Jack," she sighed.
His trembling fingers reached out, grabbing at the small of her back and pulling her tightly toward him, until her warm, sensuous body pressed adventurously against his own.
"I love you," he gasped.
His smoldering red tongue worked its way inside her mouth. He didn't even bother with kissing her lips. He desired to push beyond that fast, to provide her with the kind of intense excitement that he was confident only he could provide.
His tongue eagerly explored inside her mouth, pressing against her own warm tongue. He felt her breath against his, which turned him on all the more.
"Am I ever gonna fuck you," Jack told her with steadfast determination as he released his tongue from her mouth and pressed her body ever more tightly against his.
"I want it from you, baby, I want it," she assured.
The words provided music to Jack's ears as he quickly undressed his beautiful wife. His pulse pounded and the anxiety mounting within him became overpowering by the time he got her down to her panties and bra.
He always loved to see her in panties and bra, and just the sight of her that way was always sufficient to make him instantly horny for action. He unstrapped her bra and watched with delight as her warm, firm breasts fell like two ripe melons. Jack couldn't help but emit a gasp upon seeing her that way.
His fingers reached out exploringly, touching with slow, precision strokes her firm breasts and ripe nipples. With every touch he became all that much more aroused, desiring her all that much more.
Once he received thrills from intimate contact with her breasts, he decided to finish the job of undressing her. He let his fingers travel ever so slowly, ever so exploringly, down to her panties. They stopped momentarily to play with her navel and massage her stomach briskly, which caused her to smile a little.
Jack's cock flared with a new sense of excitement as his fingers reached out and grabbed her panties. He pulled fervently, letting the panties slide all the way down her lovely legs until they came off. He threw them casually to the floor as his eyes riveted hypnotically against her cunt.
"Damned but that snatch looks appetizing," he exclaimed with an almost prayerful reverence.
"You're welcome to do anything you want about it."
"Like make love to it?"
"Especially that, honey, especially that."
"You know just what to say and do to turn me on," he shook his head.
His fingers reached out and locked themselves around her buttocks cheeks, pressing hard against the firm folds of flesh. While his fingers diligently applied themselves to Molly's ass he lowered his head toward her left tit, extending his tongue to make swift contact.
The tongue pressed eagerly against the tit, swirling around with a mounting sense of exhilarated bliss. His tongue pushed swiftly and effectively against the firm flesh while his fingers continued clinging to her ass cheeks.
Molly's supple body responded favorably to the pressure as it wiggled back and forth with a sense of adventure. Her tits flipped up and down while her body maneuvered back and forth. The intense heat circulated throughout her as she began emitting little gasps that indicated how aroused he was.
Watching Molly react so favorably to his attentions caused Jack to feel all the more inspired. His teeth nibbled effectively against her warm tit, and every time that his teeth or tongue made contact with her body she would flare her body upward so that it made contact with his own movements.
His fingers continued spiritedly guiding around her ass cheeks. He let them slide up and down her ass, stopping every now and then to pinch them a little, enjoying watching her reactions, which normally consisted of her body jerking slightly.
"Oh, I want you so," she called out to him.
Jack switched his efforts to her right tit, which he nibbled and worked his tongue around, leaving a trail of saliva in the process. First he would let his tongue push casually in an up and down motion, then he would dramatically switch to aside-to-side approach. Either way he was certain to keep both himself and Molly excited.
"I'm gonna make this an unforgettable fuck," he said, gritting his teeth with steely determination.
"It already is, honey."
"Maybe so, but this is still just the beginning."
"Show me more, honey, show me more.''
His eyes dropped hungrily downward between her legs. That moist cunt was just staring at him, ready to be sucked, and never had he desired it anymore than he did at that point.
Jack possessed a fierce pride in himself both as a lawyer and a man. He wanted to convince his wife or any other woman he jumped into the same bed with that she was getting it from the best, receiving a fuck to carry with her and treasure always.
Recently he had observed Molly get swept off her feet and enjoy sex with Ben, Mark and Wally. Sure he had been getting kicks of his own by having sex with some beautiful women in the meantime, but there was a side of him that remained bogged over Molly's enjoying herself to the extent that she did.
Now an overpowering urge surfaced within him to make Molly forget about those three men immediately and live with the splendid, memories of sex with him. He had to placate himself by doing what he had to do, screw her until she became his everlasting convert.
The head dropped, surging downward between her legs. Jack's fingers toyed with her snatch a few .times while her body twisted in immediate reaction to his efforts.
"I'm gonna have myself an early morning lunch," he grinned as his head continued dropping.
"Oh, I'm burning up there. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it. Go down on me, baby."
His tongue flicked out against her itchy pussy. Her body spasmed with his initial movements, flaring up in rhythmic movement to his anticipatory thrusts, increasing the flaming urges that were rapidly growing within her.
Up and down, back and forth, his tongue unleashed itself with spirited determination. His itchy fingers were eager to be put to work as well, and he let his right forefinger thrust upward speedily into her asshole. His finger probed ever so deeply high into her asshole, filling her with excitement.
Jack, who prided himself on being a master of movement, coincided his frenzied tongue movements with his brisk forward finger stabs high up into Molly's asshole.
His tongue continued darting with stabbing insistence as he drew her ever closer to explosion. Finally she started sputtering and her legs began shaking. He knew the was nearing climax and speeded up his pace all the more.
"Oh, baby; stick with me," she gasped, her body flailing ever so excitedly from side to side, "keep sucking, I want it, I want it, suck me off, I'm just about ready."
A few seconds later she let out a lengthy sigh, her cunt exploding voluminously into Jack's waiting mouth.
"You taste good."
"You suck good," she quickly replied.
"I love you."
"The feeling's mutual."
Their lips met passionately. Jack's cock was harder than ever now, demanding speedy release.
"I've just gotta get my rocks off," he told her with urgency.
"I wanna feel you inside me," she gripped his arm passionately and told him.
"Look at the size of me."
"Oh, that looks so good I could suck it," she reached over and ran her fingers over his prick's lengthy base, producing more tickling sensations inside him.
"I'd like that, but right now I wanna thrust with it inside you. I wanna fuck that cunt of yours like you'd never dream it could be fucked."
"Oh, tell more, tell me more,"
"Oh, you're so beautiful."
His fingers pried eagerly at her breasts, which were soaked with his saliva, as he prepared his penis onslaught. Smoothly they moved around the tips of her breasts as his pulse pounding accentuated. He reared back, let out a deep sigh, then moved his hard rigid prick forward.
Molly let out a gasp of exhilaration the moment that his sturdy spear jabbed her for the first time. At, first he was .content to let it go on just ,a little way. He preferred building her up gradually for the excitement at hand.
Steadily he drove his body forward, gritting his teeth and grunting every time that his long pole made searing impact with her hot snatch. Molly had a superb sense of-timing and a magnificent sex instinct, he couldn't help but observe as his prick ground in and out of her hole, which was steadily moistening with excitement.
"Oh, are you stabbing me," she trilled to his movements, controlling her ass and hip movements superbly, "give it to me honey, keep that hot prick inside me, I love the feel of it, I love your size, oh that feels so good."
Jack, now being carried away by the excitement of it all; directed a series of swift slaps with his open hands to her buttocks cheeks, which reddened under the pressure. But she liked the stinging pain of his delivery, and it spurred her on toward greater excitement as his long phallus continued steadily grinding away inside her.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me," she encouraged.
He squeezed her ass cheeks fervently and let his body rock back and forth unrestrainedly, pumping waves of pleasure high up into her cunt. Now he was inside her as deeply as he could penetrate, wielding his dagger-like dick with steady impact while his fingers pulled hard, ever so fervently, against the tight skin of her ass.
The sweat began trickling down his forehead and his face-reddened with a sense of determination as the piercing stabs. continued. As the excitement mounted inside him, as his heart began beating more rapidly than before, Jack let his head drop down toward Molly's face. He allowed his lips freedom of movement as they pressed energetically against her lips. The lips locked breathlessly while the bodies remained in a state of frenzied excitement, pushing and rocking while Jack's hard penis continued drilling cunt.
Finally he opened his mouth, set his hot tongue extend fully, then permitted it to thrust its way inside Molly's mouth. They slid passionately together while their bodies locked in an act of passionate love.
Back and forth his cock attacked, plunging inside her with a restless relentlessness, eager to explode within her, to shower his manly juices inside her.
Their tongues locked for what seemed like an, eternity while his prick was marching down the closing stages toward orgasm. His fingers dug into the skin around her ass more forcefully now, and Molly's body vibrated with his every movement.
At long last he unleashed a splendid explosion of semen into her restlessly alive cunt. As the floodtide continued and the white jism flooded her mound, he continued letting his tongue slide against hers, keeping the action flowing till the very end.
Then he buried his head between her breasts, kissing the voluptuous cleavage which separated them, overjoyed that he had given her such a stimulating screw. She was so tight, sexy, and wonderful, so talented in her movements, a joy to screw.
"You were wonderful," she patted his head softly.
"It goes to show you that you can still have a good time screwing with your, old man."
"Oh, that I can."
"You're so beautiful," he ran his fingers over her smooth face. "Sometimes I just love to lie back and drink in all your exquisite beauty."
"You really did something to me with that screw."
"What do you think I was trying to do," he smiled.
"Well, you succeeded. It's just that I can use some more loving, a lot more."
"That's what I'm here for," he said with determination, happy that they had finally made it beautifully together.
"I'm awful hot down there again," she gasped, "damn hot."
"I'm just the guy to do something about it."
"Oh, please do."
He let his fingers travel swiftly and fervently over her snatch, applying themselves with brisk efficiency as her legs trembled with his every scintillating touch.
The sparks were flying inside her, igniting her, sweeping her into a trembling state of exhilaration.
"Oh, eat me, go down on me before it's too late," she cried.
"I'm coming to the rescue."
He patted her ass fondly and let his head zero in on her snatch. His tongue stroked with wild passion and her legs trembled as he pushed her once more to the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, baby, I can't hold it in," she gasped. "That's it, that's it, keep it up, ooohhhh."
After that all was still.
Chapter Eight
Molly fell into a deep sleep after the lovemaking with Jack ended for the evening. Nothing could match the feelings of contentment which her body experienced following an exhilarating sex experience, such as the one that had transpired with Jack.
She did not awaken until late the following morning, long after Jack had gotten up, fixed himself a cup of piping black coffee, browsed through the paper and left for the office, not wishing to disturb her.
Normally after the type of sex experience she enjoyed with Jack, coupled with her stimulating session with Wally, Molly would be content to do without sex for the next few days. But she was changing dramatically and knew it. Otherwise why would she be feeling the itchiness between the legs as she sat at the breakfast table munching on a sweet roll and sipping the remainder of the black coffee that Jack had left in the percolator.
Then the image of Shirley flashed before her eyes. She thought about how strange it had been at first to warm up to the prospect of making love to her, how hard it had been to reconcile herself to the truth of being attracted toward her.
She envisioned Shirley's sexy nude body before her, grinding on the rug as she had in the sauna room where they had made love the day before. The urge surfaced to make love to her again, to receive more of the same exhilarating pleasure from Shirley's tongue while her own tongue supplied the same kind of thrills.
The urge became so powerful that she quickly sipped down her coffee and walked over to the telephone. Fro the first time since getting up she glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised that it was already a few minutes past twelve. She had slept much longer than she had thought she had.
The phone rang four times before Shirley answered, just about the time that Molly was becoming convinced that she wasn't there.
"Hello," Molly thrilled to the sound of that sweet, resonant, sexy voice of Shirley's.
"Hope I didn't disturb anything."
"Is that you, Molly?"
"It sure is."
"So how are you, baby?"
"Just fine."
"Good, good. No, you didn't disturb a thing. I was just enjoying a little swim when I heard the phone ring."
"Oh, sorry I disturbed you."
"Well don't be. It was just about time for me to get out of that water anyway. I've got a few errands to run this afternoon."
"Oh, so you're busy," a tone of disappointment unmistakably crept into Molly's voice.
"Just part of the time. What's up dear?"
"Well, I just wondered if you might wanna drop over and have a few drinks with me this afternoon."
"Oh, you wanna fuck me, huh?" she chuckled.
"You really put things bluntly."
"I never was one to mince words," Shirley laughed. "Come clean now. You were thinking of doing more than sharing a few drinks with me, isn't that right?"
"That's right."
"Well, I do have some running around to do this afternoon, like I said. But I should be able to make it over around three. Would that be okay?"
"That would be fine, and try not to make it any later than that, cause otherwise I might not be able to hold up. Or I guess I should say hold out."
"My but you must be horney."
"Yes, and talking to you makes me feel even more that way."
"Well the same applies here, sweetheart. So I'd better be running along now. See you then, Love and kisses."
"Bye, now."
"Bye, and I love you."
Now all that Molly had to do was contain herself until Shirley arrived, which wouldn't be easy. She decided to while away the time drinking and watching television. Molly fixed herself a pitcher of screwdrivers, with the heavy accent on the vodka.
She watched a grade B movie from the forties starring Ronald Reagan while she drank, not because she particularly enjoyed it, but since it made the time pass a little more quickly.
When the movie ended she was starting to feel the effects of all the vodka she'd had. She got up and pranced into the bedroom, removing her robe, throwing herself down into the bed with nothing on. She flipped on the radio to a rhapsodic FM station and lay there with her eyes closed. Once more images of naked her danced before her eyes. She could see Shirley's well-rounded, trim ass flipping from side to side, getting her hotter with every moment.
Pretty soon she opened her eyes and let her body sway from side to side to the tune of the music on the radio. She looked into the huge mirror in front of her and observed her naked body. Molly had worked hard to maintain her voluptuous form, always making certain to get the right amount of exercise without overdoing it, and watching her diet with meticulous care.
Yes, she was proud of her body, as she had every right to be, and when she was nude and in bed with Shirley she realized that she obtained a certain measure of satisfaction that was different from the type she derived by. looking at the nude form of a man. With a beautiful woman like Shirley she felt a rapport, since Shirley had the same type of physical equipment she possessed and had no doubt maintained her explosive form through appropriate diligence.
Once more Molly closed her eyes, and once again images of Shirley danced before her. Now her body swayed more swiftly than before, and the intense heat that she always felt preceding sex engulfed her. She felt the familiar tenseness in the pit of her stomach that always preceded a sex interlude, and felt the itchy sensation in her cunt.
She let her right hand slide down slowly between her legs. She permitted it to reach out and touch her mound. It felt good to let her fingers run caressingly over the soft warmth of her joy hole. As her eyes closed she imagined that it was Shirley who was letting her fingers apply themselves to her mound.
"Oh, oh, it feels so good," she gasped, listening to the soft music in the background as her fingers massaged her cunt more briskly than before, moving with effectiveness.
The deliberate movements, coupled with the perpetual spasming of her body, caused beads of sweat to emerge from her forehead and armpits. The burning sensations multiplied between her legs as the fingers raced over her cunt.
"Oh, Shirley, Shirley, Shirley," she gasped.
Finally the juice spurted out of her. Then she felt relieved, at least for the time being, throwing her head against the pillow and relaxing in the tranquility of early afternoon.
But her tranquil state passed quickly, and before -she knew it there were new waves of passionate excitement reeling through her. Once more she thought Shirley and how wonderful it would be to share her love with her, this time in her own bedroom.
Instinctively her, fingers went to work one more time between her legs, stroking with enthusiasm, causing a frenzied range of excitement to build within her.
For a second time in raped succession she orgasmed, after which she looked up at the clock next to the radio and discovered that it was a few minutes before three.
She lay there relaxing for a few minutes. Then her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. She jumped quickly up from the bed and threw on her robe, dashing downstairs.
"Let it be Shirley," she mumbled as she sprinted down the stairs towards the door.
Molly opened the door and let out. a sigh as she fastened her eyes on the breathtaking sight of Shirley clad in a tight white blouse that accented the fantastic cleavage of her tits and a pair of -brown slacks that showed off the accent of her lithe legs and trim buttocks to absolute perfection.
"You look absolutely great," Molly greeted her.
"Thank you, honey," she smiled, obviously enjoying the compliment. "The same goes for you."
"Please come in."
Molly watched with mounting interest as she observed Shirley's ass cheeks swaying from side to side against the tight outline of her slacks. She could hardly wait to see her naked, to be rolling around in bed with her, rather than just pretending like she had been doing before Shirley arrived.
The first order of business was fixing drinks. Molly still felt the effects of all the vodka she'd had, and hoped to get Shirley pleasantly stoned so that they could let their inhibitions fly that much easier.
"What would you like me to fix?" Molly inquired.
"I could use some Margueritas."
"I'd be delighted to fix some. I dig them myself."
"Yeah, and I like even better the way all my cares fly away after a few."
They went into the den to sip the drinks, snuggling next to each other on a black naughahyde sofa. When Molly caught a whiff of the fragrant perfume that Shirley wore her heart stopped, then started pounding. She looked even more beautiful than the day before in the sauna room, Molly's eyes locked against Shirley's. They stared at one another for several tense seconds.
Somebody was bound to make a move at such a crucial interval, and it all boiled down to just who and how. Shirley finally seized the initiative by running her fingers inside as opening in Molly's robe and grabbing hold of her tits.
"Just as I thought," Shirley nodded wisely. "I didn't think you had anything on under that."
Molly reciprocated by running her fingers underneath Shirley's blouse, letting them pry their way underneath the bra and against the firm folds of flesh.
"It feels good to squeeze your tits," Molly exclaimed.
"Yes it does, and it feels good to be touched."
"Does it ever."
Following several stirring minutes of breast massaging the girls released each other, finishing their drinks quickly.
"Would you like me to make another?" Molly asked exuberantly.
"Very much, my love. But first I'd like to kiss you."
With that Shirley reached out and grabbed Molly, pulling her backward as her lips pushed eagerly forward, pressing resolutely against Molly's ever so eager lips. Their lips remained frozenly locked against each other as their hearts pounded with enthusiasm.
Molly broke their passionate kiss, walking over toward the wet bar and mixing some refills.
"I could hardly tear myself away," Molly admitted as she mixed them the drinks.
"So I gathered, judging by the way that you kissed me."
Molly had made the drinks deliberately as potent as possible, and swiftly they worked devastating results, reducing the two women to a couple of pantingly frantic sex enthusiasts.
"I'd sure like to get that robe off and get a look at you naked," Shirley swooned as she neared the end of her drink, which she had gulped down hurriedly.
"Help yourself, baby," Molly told her huskily.
"That's just what I wanted to hear come out of your lovely mouth."
Shirley reached over and confidently tugged twice at the sash which held the robe together. Pulling it off and discarding it to the floor, Shirley pressed her fingers frantically against Molly's ripe boobs, causing Molly to shriek with delight.
"Oh, do you know how to turn me on."
"I love those tits. They feel so firm and warm, they're so much fun to play with."
After Shirley got more than her share of thrills by letting her fingers comb sweepingly over Molly's firm breasts, she let her lips zero in on them, allowing her lips to cascade pulsatingly over them. Then she let her tongue-go to work with diligence as Molly's body squirmed with passionate delight.
"Oh, I've gotta get you naked too," Molly finally exclaimed, reaching out and running her fingers around Shirley's firm, compact ass as the flow of arousal increased within her.
"Go right ahead. I'd love to have you strip me."
Shirley suddenly ceased her movements on Molly's tits, giving her the opportunity that she wanted. She sat demurely, a look of expectancy on her face, a coy smile on her lips. The girl who turned her on was getting ready to take her clothes off, which made her happy.
Molly started by unbuttoning her blouse hurriedly as the anxieties multiplied within her with each succeeding second.
How she wanted to see lovely Shirley in the buff! How she wanted to press that warm, inspiringly lovely flesh just as Shirley had done to her.
Finally she finished unbuttoning the blouse, tossing it aside, then concentrating on her bra. All she had to do was unhook that with one decisive movement, tossing it also to the ground.
"Oh, you look so beautiful," Molly sighed, delivering one swift, impactful kiss to Shirley's lips.
Then Shirley stood up, giving her a good shot at her slacks, which Molly anxiously unzipped. She lowered her body as she pulled the slacks down, after which Shirley first stepped out of her low-heeled shoes, then out of her slacks, which meant that she was down to her panties, the last step of the strip parade.
"Finish me off, baby," Shirley winked.
Molly tugged eagerly at her panties, pulling them off and completing the delicious act of undressing Shirley. She wrapped her fingers around Shirley's buttocks, squeezing firmly as a big smile flashed on her face.
"You look so yummy," Molly said.
"Oh, baby, we're both naked, free as birds."
Shirley delivered a kiss to Molly's lips. A searing crescendo mounted within both of them. The torrid passions focused between their legs, radiating throughout their bodies.
"Let's go to bed," Molly suggested.
"Why don't we take a shower first. Run soap over each other, get nice and intimate before we start going down on each other."
"That sounds interesting."
Molly had never taken a shower with another woman. She recalled the many occasions prior to the time she married Jack and immediately thereafter when she had showered with him; running a warm bar of soap all over his chest, and occasionally up his ass. In the meantime he would be doing comparable things to her. It had been great fun, inspiring fun, and she longed for the adventure attached to doing the same thing with charming Shirley.
Molly led the way into the shower, turning on the warm water.
"That looks inviting," Shirley winked, stepping inside the tub and letting the warm water pelt her in the face. "Come on in, the water's fine, honey."
Molly immediately followed suit, becoming aroused by the sight of the warm water spraying against Shirley's wonderful form. She just had, to reach out and touch her, which she did, feeling the moist warmth of her breasts.
"Run that bar of soap up my ass," Shirley requested, pointing to a bar of soap resting in a container not-far away.
Molly eagerly picked up the soap bar, running the soap against her tits, watching with a sense of stimulating adventure as the foam began accumulating around her voluptuous breasts.
"Oh, you're doing a great job," Shirley lauded, "but give my ass a little action, baby. That's where the action is."
"I will. I was just warming you up by stages."
"Well, baby, I'm good and warm. Sock it to me."
Now Molly took the soap and rammed it into Shirley's ass, causing her body to twist and turn with Molly's corkscrew movements. Each of them got a wild sensation, Molly from the act of wielding the soap authoritatively and Shirley through having it shoved high up into an erogenous zone.
"Do it again, do it again," she asked frantically.
Once more Molly shoved the soap into her ass, this time pushing it even higher than before, until Shirley sighed and closed her eyes to better concentrate on the passions that were sweeping through her.
Shirley was so overcome with excitement that, after Molly withdrew the soap, she had an intense desire to reciprocate, to show Molly just how thrilling those sturdy strokes up the ass can be.
"How about letting me have that, my dear," she took the soap bar from out of Molly's hands.
She moved forward a step, water wringing from her body, and let her fingers massage Molly's dripping breasts soothingly. While her fingers massaged Molly she let the soap work its way ever so slowly, with precise movements, inside Molly's tight, compact asshole.
"Oh, that feels good," Molly exclaimed passionately as Shirley let the soap enter her ass slowly but surely, giving time for passions to build.
"That's such a nice ass, I just love it."
"Oh, do you know how to move that soap around."
"You bring out the best in me, honey."
While Shirley continued manipulating the soap ever deeper inside Molly's hot ass she let her tongue slide forward. She took Molly totally by surprise by letting her warm tongue flick inside Molly's right ear lobe.
"Oh, are you turning me on," Molly gasped, getting dual sensations in her ear and in her ass, not to mention the torrid feelings she, experienced in her snatch.
Back and forth Shirley exercised her tongue diligently inside Molly's ear as Molly's body spasmed with keen excitement, enjoying every moment Shirley put forward.
Skilfully Shirley continued manipulating the soap, pushing it ever higher into Molly's, ass, until finally it went in as far as it was physically possible to go.
When Shirley finally removed the soap from Molly's ass and took her tongue out of Molly's ear lobe she let her fingers circulate around her tits, squeezing Molly's nipples with affection every now and then. She worked her tongue inside Molly's mouth, letting her tongue lock in adventurous bliss around Molly's. The tongues remained united for the next few erotic seconds as Shirley put her fingers to work toying with Molly's buttocks.
"You've got such a cute ass," she whispered. "How I love running my fingers over it."
After Shirley broke their tongue kiss she soaped Molly's cunt fervently, causing the erotic momentum to build all the more frenziedly inside Molly.
"Oh, you keep that up and you'll have me shooting in here."
"I don't want you to do that," Shirley smiled withdrawing the soap quickly from Molly's cunt.
She handed the soap to Molly and pointed down towards her own moist snatch, which she was hoping to get washed. She didn't utter a word, and it wasn't necessary to do so, since Molly plainly understood what her friend wanted.
The longer that Molly soaped her cunt, and the greater the amount of foam that built, the merrier the smile that spread itself across the face of Shirley.
"Okay, now you can stop," Shirley exclaimed after nearing the point of climax.
Now that both their bodies were clean and sparkling it was time for the aroused lovers to get out of the tub and move on to the next stage of activity, fucking in bed.
They derived enormous thrills from toweling each other off, enjoying the sensations of touching their bodies, exciting them all the more for the action near at hand.
"Wait until I get you in bed," Shirley said as she finished running the white towel over Molly's body, completing the act of drying her off.
They strode arm-in-arm from the bathroom to the bedroom, feeling clean, aroused and ready for action as their cunts tingled with anxiety. Shirley ran her fingers affectionately across Molly's ass several times as they walked. They were drinking in each other's beauty, thrilling to every touch, every glance.
The FM station was still beaming in beautiful music as they reached the bedroom, putting them in even more of a romantic mood as they got set for lovemaking.
Shirley stopped directly in front of the mirror and pulled Molly's body towards her, cupping her fingers around her ass cheeks while their lips met. Out of the corner of her eye Shirley derived voyeuristic delight from observing her body next to Molly's. She couldn't help but notice how beautiful they both looked.
Next Shirley ran her fingers excitedly through Molly's hair, gasping with delight as she stepped up the tempo of the lip kissing, which was in turn followed by a stimulating round of breathtaking French kisses.
"I've just gotta have you;" Shirley exclaimed, but this time there was a new element in her tone-stark desperation, the act of wanting and desiring so bad that there would be no turning back.
Molly thrilled to Shirley's touch. She was more than happy to let her lead the way in the lovemaking. After all, she was far the more experienced of the two when it came to , knowing how to please another woman. Molly was just learning, and would remain attentive studying every sexy move of the most fascinating woman she had ever met, the only woman who had turned her on to the same degree of intense excitement that she experienced with Jack.
"Let's get to the bed," Shirley soothingly suggested, guiding Molly's body slowly downward, letting her own slide down as well as they maneuvered their way into the bed.
"That's so nice; it feels so good being next to you," Molly said softly as she threw her arms around Shirley, pulling her tightly toward her and kissing her lips.
Chapter Nine
Nature took its course as the two thoroughly aroused females became further infatuated with each other.
"Run those fingers over my cunt, honey, warm up my motor some more," Shirley said engagingly.
"Gladly."
"And I'll be more than happy to do the same for you."
"Very good. I'm looking forward to it."
Shirley's itchy fingers, trembling with excitement, reached down sweepingly between Molly's legs. As she made precious contact with her fiery cunt, sending waves of passion gushing through Molly, Molly in turn went to work on Shirley's mound, which was already moist with excitement.
"That's it, let's do it together," Shirley encouraged.
Their bodies twisted and writhed as the fingers moved briskly, increasing the excitement charismatic flow that passed between them. They had the ability to turn each other on instantly. And once they were turned on it was just a question of how and when they would reach climax.
"I've just gotta suck out that sweet ass of yours that I just washed," Shirley finally said after their fingers had worked briskly and authoritatively over their snatches for a few minutes.
Shirley immediately released her hold, prying Molly's trim legs open with her fingers and easing her body downward across from Molly's, where she was in excellent striking distance of her ass and cunt.
Her eyes were riveted on Molly's cute white ass, which increased the flow of sex energy that was surging through her. She cupped her fingers. carefully over Molly's buttocks as she let her head plunge forward until her tongue rested adjacent to Molly's ass.
"I've just gotta suck out that sweet ass that I ran the soap into," she said with buoyant anticipation.
"Oh, do it."
"And I expect you to do the same for me, honey."
"Yes, I'd love to. Anything."
Molly vas thoroughly carried away with the moment and, in particular, with Shirley's striking form. Shirley let her tongue move with slow experimental ease as it worked its way inside Molly's ass. She licked on the outer fringes of her asshole with slow deliberation, gradually working into things.
Molly's legs began trembling under the stimulus of Shirley's thorough strokes, which sent her into a passionate ecstasy. With characteristic grace Shirley gradually stepped up the pace. Finally her tongue was darting with rapidity inside the confines of Molly's ass.
Then Molly, who had been carefully observing every stroke that Shirley brought to bear, decided that it was time for her to get into the act as well. She leaned forward and let her own tongue make spirited contact inside Shirley's ass, which flipped with wild, unrestrained joy with every darting movement.
Now their asses wiggled with unbounded glee as they match each other stroke for stroke, matching each other identically in terms of unmitigated frenzy.
They kept it up until their cunts tingled with pre-orgasmic delight, ready to explode at any instant. Realizing that neither one of them could hold out any longer, Shirley swiftly transformed her efforts from Molly's asshole to her cunt.
This time Shirley decided to proceed at a rapid clip from the very outset, letting her slide back and forth with systematic rapidity, turning Molly into a burning cauldron of lust.
Now a burning desire seethed through Molly to go down on Shirley, to taste her womanly nectars at the same time she was releasing her own to Shirley. They could make it together, Molly thought, she just knew that they could. They felt a stimulating rapport that manifested itself with every bodily movement from each of them.
They continued matching each other stroke for stroke as the tense excitement built. Then they exploded simultaneously, drinking from each other's cunt, feeding and receiving at the same time.
"I feel like I can go like gangbusters for hours," Shirley announced after they completed their mutual orgasm.
"Me too."
"Then let's go right back to work, honey."
That was precisely what they did, eagerly attacking each other's snatch with the same degree of exhilaration they had brought to bear leading up to the mutual orgasm.
Their hips ground with delight and their asses swayed as the pace intensified quickly. They bodies churned with excitement as the sucking proceeded at a blistering clip.
Just as they were ready to shoot a second time a stentorian tone interrupted, them.
"Good, God, what's with you two? You turning lez?"
The girls, shocked by the sudden interruption, quickly lifted their heads from each other's mound and jerked their heads toward the door. Jack stood in the doorway, his expression one of unbridled confusion, like that of a man who has stumbled into the wrong room, finding two complete strangers.
"What are you doing home so early, dear?" a shocked Molly asked instinctively.
"I got fed-up working today," he spat the words-out with, sarcasm. "This fucking paper work gets to me now and then. Hell; let the kids handle that stuff. I pay them well. enough, God knows." He leaned against the wall, belching twice in rapid succession. "But. the important thing isn't What I'm doing here. If I wanna leave the goddamned fucking law practice then I'll do it. But I'm wondering what in hell you two chicks are doing going down on each other. Don't Mark and I give you -both enough action? What makes you so damned hard up?
"We're not hard up about anything," Shirley retained her cool, "and- the fact that we dig each other doesn't mean that our husbands aren't giving us enough action. Isn't that right; honey?" She turned toward Molly for confirmation.
"That's right," Molly nodded.
"Then if we give you enough action then why the hell are you two dames making with the fish scene?"
"Because we happen to enjoy each other's bodies. Does that sound so strange?" Shirley calmly explained.
"It seems damned strange to me," Jack swayed slightly as he walked, moving toward the bed cautiously. "It's just that I didn't have you figured for anything like this, Shirley. Come clean now. You must be the one who put the make on my baby."
"I helped her along, but she was all for the idea."
"That's right," Molly spoke up, deciding to throw her fears to the wind. After all, hadn't Jack gladly screwed Shirley? She couldn't help but recall. She thought it strange to see him ruminating like a Puritan, over her activities with-Shirley.
"If you dig men then why do you have to turn on to my wife?" Jack asked Shirley, raising his voice irritably.
"Isn't variety the spice of life?" Shirley looked at him and smiled sweetly. He took her response to indicate condescension, which he didn't like in the least. His blood pressure began to suddenly rise.
"How do you like this," he exploded. "A guy leaves his office early, has a few drinks on the way home, then walks into his own house and finds his wife making it with another chick."
"Would you have rather seen her making it with my husband?"
"Damned right," he shot back without hesitation. At least that's a normal way of doing it."
"You men slay me with your warped sense of values," Shirley laughed.
"Oh bit aren't you the goddamned smart-assed dame," he turned on her with mounting rage. "You and your variety is the spice of life crap. You think you're so .goddamned smart. Yeah, you know more than even the biggest smart-assed judge I've ever gone up against in court. You know it ail, don't you, baby? Well let the tell you something, can use a little of this variety stuff myself. In fact I an use it right now. Get up from the, Molly. You can watch."
"What are you gonna do?" Molly looked at him with alarm as she rose from the bed.
"Just watch. You'll get yourself an education."
Jack turned on his heels and walked .quickly over toward the dresser. He reached down and untied his shoes, which he pulled off. Then he picked up a, jar of Vaseline from the dresser, opening it. He unzipped his fly and dipped his fingers into the jar, spreading Vaseline on his rigid penis.
"Oh, you're not gonna-" Shirley blurted out, shaking her head.
"You're damned right I am," he promptly interrupted her, spreading a generous amount of Vaseline on his cock, then sealing the lid on the jar and. placing it back on the dresser. "I'm gonna fuck you up your ass, sodomize you but good, smart-assed girl. You were talking about variety, well you're gonna get some of it right now."
"Go easy," she implored. Suddenly. her cocky demeanor vanished. She could easily observe how keenly determined Jack was to get what he wanted from her.
"I'm gonna give this old cock of mine some fun, give it a real treat," he grinned.
"Just go easy."
"Just shut up, if you know what's good for you."
Shirley shut up, as did Molly, who stood in a corner of the room wearing a nervous expression as she watched Jack edge his way ever closer to Shirley. She knew that the one thing that Jack would never tolerate, particularly after a few drinks, was sass from a woman. He was old fashioned after a few drinks, believing that women should remain in their place. With a few drinks under his belt he became a militant male chauvinist, provided the mood hit, and usually it was one of disgust coupled with a woman making what Ire interpreted as smart remarks.
The ingredients for disgust were present that day, and had been compounded by Shirley's comments. Now he would know no peace until he shot his prick off inside her.
Cautiously he edged his body forward, leaning over and delivering a sharp, rapier kiss to Shirley's lips which took her breath away for the moment.
"You really can kiss, baby," he patted her affectionately on the ass. "That's a nice ass and am I ever gonna drill it."
He parted her ass cheeks roughly with his fingers and let his hard penis penetrate in the crack. She let out a howl when he made his first contact, her body spasming in the process.
"This is just the beginning," he assured her. "Hang on cause we're gonna fly all the way to the moon, just like a couple of fucking astronauts. That's what we're gonna do."
Jack gritted his teeth determinedly, then set out to prove his point. He thrust. his body forward vigorously, letting the hard penis push ever higher into her ass, and with a greater degree of ferocity.
"Ah, this is nice and. tight, just like a good ass should be," he gasped, slapping her across the ass cheeks stingingly as she grimaced and gasped with each stroke and each slap.
"Oh, are you ever puncturing me," she gasped.
"I've just started to puncture," he laughed.
Molly watched carefully from a standing position in a corner of the room, suddenly a forlorn figure as the action continued at a brisk pace. She watched Jack's hot ass grind diligently as he pushed back and forth, surging forward at a brutal pace.
At first it had been difficult for Shirley to absorb Jack's relentless prick stabs. But gradually she became accustomed to them, and finally her brilliant sex instincts took over. Her body swayed in unerring accompaniment to his stimulating cock stabs. His long flaming phallus indented ever further, ever deeper inside her hot ass. Ever once in a while she would cry out, or sigh, but for the most part she said nothing, occupying her time in accompanying brisk movements of the body to complement Jack's sturdy movements.
For a few minutes Molly contended herself by peacefully watching the action unfold. After a while, however, she became ensnared in the subliminal passions unfolding before her. Her voyeuristic impulses caused her body to rock back and forth, imagining that it was her ass that was being penetrated by Jack's rigid stabs.
Before she was fully aware of the totality of what was occurring, Molly, became more excited every moment that she watched the screwing couple on the bed, let her left hand drop down between her legs. She put her fingers in motion slowly, letting them travel with easy precision over her box.
The pace then began to pick up as she let her fingers maneuver their way around her cunt with dispatch. She slid them busily around, not missing a crevice of her joyhole, causing her mound to feel exhilarating passion, so that she could more closely identify with what was going on in the bed.
"Oh, fuck me, .fuck me," Shirley, gasped on the bed, her legs swaying uncontrollably with every piercing movement of Jack's hot dagger.
Jack's breathing became heavier, and he started emitting grunts with greater frequency, indicating the degree of force that he applied with his fucks.
He clung to her ass cheeks tightly, holding her firmly in place like she was captive in his midst, as he skillfully welded his hot prick with consummate authority.
"Oh, baby, you're bringing out the wild animal in me," he groaned, reaching back and driving his cock searingly forward as her body moved forward sharply to meet his penetration.
Steadily he continued grinding out his hot screw, and just as steadily, and with the same degree of determination, Shirley reared her body back and forth, reacting with every movement of his powerful body, realizing how close he had come to orgasm.
While the fierce screwing continued unabated, Molly continued fervently going to work on her snatch, running her fingers over her joyhole with a frantic sense of adventure.
The screwing had brought out the animal in her, and she would not be content until she had fingered herself off.
On the ,bed Jack slapped Shirley's ass several more times, until it began to redden. All the while he directed his stiff prong forward, flaring back and forth with systematic rigor, plunging diligently inside her.
"Oh, I'm gonna spill my juices in you," Jack gasped, moving ever closer to the big moment.
"Do it, baby, am I ever ready."
"Just hang on, honey. We're gonna complete that moon flight."
He gripped her ass cheeks tightly and plunged his lips heatedly against hers. Several times they met explosively in mid-air, while his prick continued grinding.
Standing in the corner, Molly got so turned on at that point that the juice shot out of her cunt. And she remained so aroused that she went right back to work on it, determined to shoot again.
Jack let out a pronounced sigh at that point, the hot white sea of jism spurting out and into Shirley's waiting ass. Suddenly, in the aftermath of his rewarding fuck, Jack felt strangely content. The pent-up rage he had felt toward Shirley had been eliminated by fucking her up the ass.
He looked up and spotted Molly standing in the corner, still jerking nervously at her hot mound. His eyes remained focused on her for several seconds, widening with curiosity.
"Come over here, baby, and I'll give you all the action that you can stand," Jack told Molly emphatically. He had been further aroused by watching her play with herself. Sure, he had enjoyed a good screw, but now there was his lovely wife to take care of, and he knew just how to do it.
Molly lowered her trim form into the bed, while Shirley slid over a little, happy to give Molly an opportunity to grab the spotlight after she had enjoyed it for some time with Jack.
Jack put his fingers to work doing the very thing that Molly had been doing, sending exhilarating sensations through her body. He knew just the right movements to use on her blazing cunt to insure maximum thrills. They had been through it many times. He would toy with her snatch and she would, quite often, jerk on his prick at the same time.
She lay back and enjoyed the stimulating movements that his fingers briskly applied. Her legs jerked from side to side in reaction to his efforts.
"Oh, oh, go down on me," she finally begged.
Shirley sat in a corner of the bed watching the action as Jack dropped his head eagerly, moving in on her blazing pussy. Spiritedly he pushed his tongue forward, catching every excited crevice of her snatch.
"Keep that tongue moving," she encouraged. "I like your movements, honey, you're gonna have me shooting."
He drilled her with rapidity as her body swayed with every rhythmic tongue stab. The pace continued accelerating until Molly finally let out a sigh and the juice spurted out of her cunt into his mouth.
"Absolutely delicious," Jack nodded contentedly after he had swallowed the last few drops of her womanly nectar.
"How'd you like to suck out my pussy now?" Shirley inquired.
"I don't see why not," Jack winked.
With determination he parted Shirley's legs, smiled broadly, and went immediately to work.
Chapter Ten
After Jack gave Shirley a thorough cunt suck she left the house with regret, informing her friends that she had to go out that evening with her husband.
Once she left Jack hatched an idea.
"Speaking of going out, why don't we go out for dinner? It'll save you the bother of preparing anything."
"A terrific idea. I don't feel like fixing anything right now."
"I figured as much."
They took turns using the shower, washing their sweaty bodies off, then dressing. Jack suggested a. cozy restaurant in Hollywood that they often attended when they wanted a peaceful evening out. He knew the guy who played the piano at the bar, and the main thing he liked about the place was its quietness.
They took their time eating dinner, enjoying the piano sounds, then having a couple drinks after they finished eating. It had been Jack's intention all along to return home immediately after dinner. But as he drove down Ventura Boulevard on his way back from Hollywood and neared the Royal Rooster, a tense feeling of excitement suddenly surfaced in his stomach. When he pulled even with the brightly lit cocktail bar and observed all the cars parked in the lot curiosity overcame him to go inside.
"How'd you like to stop here and have a drink?" he asked Molly..
"Maybe just one, dear."
"Yeah, that's all I'm interested in."
He swung into the parking lot and grabbed one of the few remaining spots toward the darkened rear of it. Jack could hardly wait to have a look inside the place and see how many familiar faces he could observe.
No sooner did they walk into the congested bar than Ben spotted them from behind the bar.
"I've got two places over here for two of my favorite people," he motioned to them excitedly.
Molly's eyes lit up instantly upon observing Ben's handsome face one more time. Not only did she like his smooth, even features. She liked just as much the confident air with which he carried himself, a confidence that translated itself into concrete action underneath the sheets, where he had supplied Molly with numerous thrills.
Jack soon found out that he had somebody to excite him as well. Ben had strategically picked two empty stools right next to where Cindy was sitting, looking radiantly beautiful in a low cut dress that showed off her bountiful boobs to perfection.
Her complexion sparkled in the dim light, and her long brown hair looked as fetching as it had the first time that Jack had laid eyes on her. Instantly his cock shot out as he sat down next to her.
"Hello there," Jack grinned broadly.
"Well, baby It's great seeing you again," she squeezed his arm with noticeable affection.
His prong stood out with itchy anticipation through his trousers as he sat down next to her. She observed the hardness out of the corner of her eye. Cindy, always status conscious, was hoping for a second crack at the successful lawyer.
While Jack and Cindy exchanged passionate glances Ben moved in to take the order of Jack and Molly. His eyes shifted to Molly. He winked at her knowingly, confident that the four of them would be getting together soon.
"What'll it be?" Ben's eyes shifted to Jack.
"I'll have a bourbon and water." Then he turned toward Molly, then Cindy, adding. "What'll you girls have?"
"Scotch on the rocks," Cindy grinned.
"Screwdriver," Molly said softly.
A few minutes later they settled into their drinks. Jack fell into confidential conversation with Cindy, while Molly talked to Ben every spare minute that the bartender could muster, interrupting their conversation repeatedly to wait on customers.
"Tell me, baby, how's about all four of us getting together after this place closes;" Cindy leaned over and whispered suggestively to Jack, running her fingers over his leg under the table.
"I'd love to, honey, but I've gotta be in court early tomorrow."
"Ah, it's no fun when life's all work and no play."
"Well, I really can't say that, at least today."
"Why not?"
"Because I've spent most of today goofing off. I came home and found Shirley in bed with my wife and wound up making it with both of them."
"Shirley's great in bed, with men or women. I know, she's gone down on my pussy a few times."
"Yeah, well anyway, I just can't stay up past two o'clock tonight, as much as I'd love to."
"Then that does make things difficult, since I'm very hot for you right now."
"The same thing's going through me right now, so I know just what you mean."
"I know of a way that we can still get our kicks," she gripped his arm tenderly as she looked deeply into his eyes.
"Just say the word, 'cause my prick's itchy and nervous."
"It's not the classiest way of doing things, but it's very provocative, very exciting," she chuckled girlishly.
"Tell me more," Jack egged her on, his throbbing cock beginning to feel a measure of desperation in the moment.
"You know, that parking lot outside is very dark. I'll just bet we could sneak into the backseat of your car arid have ourselves all kinds of fun without anybody seeing us."
"And what if somebody did?"
"I get a thrill out of living dangerously," she shrugged.
"You know, you're quite a girl, and I like your proposition."
"Then let's do something about it, sweetie."
"Okay."
He gulped down the remainder of his drink, turned toward Molly, who was watching Ben waiting on a customer, and exclaimed.
"We'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay, dear," Molly nodded. "Good luck."
"Thank you."
They rose from their stools and walked out the back door.
"You wanna use my car? It's nice and roomy."
"Why not."
There was another reason why Jack wanted to use his car. It was strategically positioned in a darkened section of the lot, where he reasoned they would be less likely to attract attention.
Jack opened the back door and let Cindy slide into the seat.
"Oh, this is so nice and comfortable," she giggled.
"I'm gonna make you nice and comfortable, real comfortable, before we get though."
"I'll just bet you will."
He slid in next to her, closing the door. Jack caught a fragrant whiff of the perfume she wore, which inspired him all the more. His tongue reached out and flicked passionately inside her left ear. Then, following a few stabs, he shifted it to her right.
"Oh, that feels so good, you really know how to make a girl happy, I do declare," she laughed.
Jack reached inside her dress, cupping his fingers attentively around her voluptuous breasts. His fingers pulled and tugged with mounting enthusiasm as they moved crisply over the warm, smooth flesh.
"Oh, how I want you," he exclaimed, reaching out and delivering. a solid kiss to her lips.
"Oh, baby, are you ever turning me on," her body began trembling, along with her voice as she became swept away with excitement.
Jack worked his hot tongue electrically inside her mouth. Their tongues met and collided. They remained frozen together for the next few minutes. Then he glided his tongue systematically around inside her mouth.
By the time Jack broke their kiss a burning need enveloped his entire body. He just had to strip this beautiful woman's clothes off and fuck her. right then and there.
But in the meantime sexy Cindy had ideas of her own. Her fingers worked their way frantically toward his fly. She unzipped it, reaching inside his pants and grabbing a feel of his hard dick.
Up and down her fingers pumped, instilling new waves of life into an already highly aroused dong. He gasped and sighed as she sped up her movements, running her fingers frantically up and down the entire length of his torrid rod.
"Oh, that hand work's too much," he gasped. "Now I just know I've gotta fuck you."
While she continued instilling wild sensations into him with her finger movements his own fingers went to work on her dress, which he pulled and tugged on until it started giving way. Through his determined efforts he soon had her stripped down to her panties and bra.
He pulled down her panties to give himself room to proceed with the cunt screwing. By that time she had him so turned on that he couldn't take anymore of her hot finger movements on his dong.
With vigor he pried her legs apart and sent his long phallus projecting speedily forward toward her warm, moist mound.
He pushed in and out with resolute determination as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his stabbing thrusts.
"Keep throwing that meat into me," she encouraged, "I just love it, honey. You really know how to fuck."
He ran his fingers through her hair as he continued his steady phallic pursuit, pushing himself ever closer to climax, ever nearer to releasing his juices.
As Jack continued sending the meat hurling into her, she ran her fingers up and down his back. Finally she started gripping him in the small of the back, like a woman holding on for dear life, seeking something to cling to.
"Oh, you're such a fuck," she gasped, "such a dreamy screw, I love you, I love the action, go off in me, honey, feed me your stuff."
Several strokes later he released a load of warm juice into her waiting snatch. A big smile lit up on her face as she experienced what she had been waiting for, that tingly sensation of hot semen spurting inside her.
Not wishing to take anymore calculated risks, Jack put her clothes back on quickly. They got out of the car and walked back toward the bar.
"I hope I didn't piss Molly off by going outside with you," Jack thought aloud.
"Nonsense. She's too busy thinking about Ben right now to be concerned about anything else."
"It did look that way," he admitted.
"Sure, I know what's going on with both of them. They'll find a way to make it together, just like we did."
"I don't suppose Ben would mind taking risks," Jack grinned.
"I guess not, sweetheart. After all, he did marry me, didn't he?"
"That made him a real winner in my book."
"Thank you."
She kissed his lips in the moonlight, then took him by the hand as he led her back inside.
Chapter Eleven
Cindy's assumption concerning Molly's reaction proved one hundred percent accurate. No sooner did Jack and Cindy leave than Ben and Molly got around to conversing more cozily.
It was growing later and evening was swiftly passing into morning, which meant that a lot of the customers were starting to leave. Business had begun slacking off enough to where Ben, now less hurried, was able to entrust more responsibilities to his barboy.
"I'll bet they're making it in his car or hers," Ben smiled knowingly. "It makes me wanna climb out from behind this fucking bar, where I'm beginning to feel like a prisoner, and get me a good screw from you."
"Got anything in mind?" Molly perked up with interest.
"As a matter of fact I have," he nodded. Molly watched carefully as Ben moved off swiftly, conversing with the barboy, who nodded several times. "So can you take over for me for a few minutes, Manuel?" she finally heard him ask of the barboy.
"Sure, be happy to," he nodded.
Tingly thrills gushed through her body as Ben ,walked toward her once more. This time there was a wide smile on his face, indicating that his problems, at least for the time being, had been solved.
"Come with me, honey, and we'll have ourselves some fun," he motioned her with a flick of the fingers as he moved toward the rear of the bar.
She walked behind him as they moved past the two public rest rooms. Then he opened a door marked. EMPLOYEES ONLY, PRIVATE.
"Here's where we'll conduct our little rendezvous," he winked, opening the door and holding it for her to enter.
There were scores of bar supplies strewn all over the floor toward the front of the room. There was an ice machine, which was making a whirring sound as it continued manufacturing ice, bottles full of every kind of- liquor imaginable, brooms, cleaning detergents.
"Let's go in the back," he motioned, walking past the supplies toward several tiny bathroom cubicles.
Ben opened the door to one of them, holding it for Molly to enter. She entered, so did he, and closed the door behind them. Now they were all by themselves in a tiny toilet stall. It wasn't like making love in a suite at the Waldorf, but it sure as hell beat nothing, Molly thought, particularly when she hadn't anticipated making it with Ben at all that night.
Ben's eves widened with sexual excitement as he unzipped his trousers and quickly removed his huge prick. Molly was mesmerized by its enormity, just as. she had been the first time she had laid eyes on it.
"You know what I can really use?" he told her.
"Just say the word."
"I need a good blow job. That's what I really need."
"Then that's what you'll get."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," he nodded smilingly.
Ben pushed down the toilet seat, sitting down on it and stroking his cock, hoping to turn Molly on with his sexy movements. She quickly got the point.
"Let me have that to play with," she smiled, grabbing his hard, long prong out of his fingers.
Her fingers were alive with excitement, determined to push all kinds of wonderful emotions inside his elongated prick. She used the fingers of her right hand to pump up and down on its rigid base, while the fingers of her left were exercising on his balls, which expanded noticeably after she began massaging them.
"Nice, so nice," he nodded emphatic approval. His body shifted slightly from side to side under the impulses of her stimulating finger movements.
Finally she sank down to her knees, throwing herself between his widely spread legs as she put her tongue to work licking his balls.
"Oh, does that tickle," he gasped. "Can you ever bring life into those balls. Do I love it."
She spent a few precious minutes on his balls, then shifted her attentions to his hot dick, which she pumped up and down on, moving at a brisk pace, causing his body to tingle and vibrate from head to toe under the stimulating pressures she applied.
"Suck me, oh, oh, suck, suck," he gasped, "I want it, suck me off; go after my hot juice, oh, oh, that's it."
Her fingers explored his nuts while her tongue rambled up and down his hot, elongated white meat as she drove him ever closer to the precipice of explosion.
As he neared orgasm he ran his fingers through her hair, supplying her with added support, added incentive as she set out to collect juices from his prick.
"I'm gonna flood that pretty mouth," he gaspingly warned.
As he continued running his fingers through her hair he let out a sigh and the flood of white semen spurted out of him and into her waiting mouth. She gasped and sputtered, endeavoring to catch every delightful drop, and did.
"That was beautiful," he exclaimed when it was all over. "Well, I'd better zip up and get back out there. Manual"ll be wondering what happened to me. otherwise."
"What slid you tell him?"
"That we were going down the street for a cup of coffee," he smiled as he zipped up his trousers.
"Do you suppose he believed you?"
"Hell no," he threw his head back and laughed. "I've used this place before to get blow jobs from chicks and so has he. I think he knew damned well what we were gonna do."
A few more people had left between the time that Ben and Molly adjourned for the blow job and the time that they arrived back at the bar. Jack and Cindy were sitting there once more, and Molly -immediately noticed the look of impatience on Jack's face. It was now a few minutes past midnight and he was ready to go home.
"You ready to leave?" he asked Molly.
"Fine, dear."
"What's your hurry, folks?" Ben inquired with a smile as he got back behind the bar. "Why don't you let me buy you two groovy folks a round. A couple for the road."
"Why don't you?", Cindy actively encouraged.
"No, I've got an early court appointment in the morning. Can't take a chance on screwing. things up," Jack explained.
He got up from the stool. As he did Molly followed suit. They bid the sexy young couple goodnight. Ben and Cindy wore looks of disappointment as they walked away, having hoped for more sex.
"Where the hell you two go?" Jack asked curiously after they had gotten in the car.
"You tell me and I'll tell you," Molly laughed.
"Okay, okay," he grinned, starting up the car and pulling out of the lot. "I came back here to the car with Cindy."
"That's hilarious," Molly roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"Ben knows his wife pretty well. He told me that's what he figured had happened."
"Okay, so how about you?"
"We made it in the employees' rest room. It was nice and private in there."
"Cindy said you two would make out okay. Looks like you did."
"And to think all we were gonna do when we went in there was to have one drink."
"Come to think of it, that's all we had," Jack smiled as hey moved down Ventura Boulevard.
"You know, you're right."
"But we had a little extracurricular action along with it."
"Did we ever."
"What a rotten break I've gotta be in court tomorrow," he moaned. "Otherwise we coulda made it with them the rest of the night. If it hadn't been for blowing that deposition earlier this week I probably would've gone ahead and taken the chance."
"You can't win them all," Molly asserted philosophically.
"No, but we've been winning quite a few of them lately."
"Yes we have," Molly patted her husband affectionately on the leg.
Chapter Twelve
The drapes were drawn, shutting off the bright sunlight from outside their room. Now they were alone, in a luxurious Las Vegas hotel suite, away from the rigors of suburban life, the law practice, and everything else involving pressure.
Jack had come home early Friday afternoon and announced.
"Let's go to Vegas; baby."
Molly, more than happy to seize on the opportunity, started packing immediately. In less than an hour they were in the car and off for the Nevada desert town.
The first thing they did upon arriving was to have a few drinks at the bar of the hotel where they were staying. By then they were ready to head for their suite and screw.
The more Jack had thought of their strange activities that week the more he realized he had to get his beautiful wife alone, away from the handsome men they had been encountering, the men whose wives he had been busy fucking while Molly made it with the men.
Variety might have been the spice of life, as Shirley had told Jack before he rammed his hot pecker up her ass, but in a showdown, in the final analysis, he'd take gorgeous Molly to any other woman, and he wanted to make sure that she continued preferring him to other men.
Now they were both naked, lying in the darkness across from each other on the double bed. Jack reached out and out his fingers to work combing her steaming honey pot. She reciprocated by letting her fingers dart up and down his dong.
With blinding speed they increased the flow of their finger movements, until their asses glided from side to side, and their bodies shook from the passions they instilled in each other.
"If this won't get a person ready for fucking then nothing will," Jack exclaimed with a sigh.
"Oh, does it ever, I'm itching all over," she thrilled to his stimulating movements while she provided some of her own for him. "We're gonna have a glorious fuck."
They ended up in sixty-nine position, situated directly across from each other. They began by conscientiously running their tongues up each other's ass, sucking spiritedly as their asses twisted and turned with every pulsating movement.
Once their tongues moved into high gear, and they turned on each other with vigorous ass strokes, they moved on to other things, shooting for quick orgasms.
They drove their tongues with relentless ease, throwing each and every inhibition aside, extending their passions to the fullest. He drove his tongue frenziedly around every corner of her hot box, while she put her tongue to work with furious up and down movements over his hard prong.
The pace continued as Molly let out a sigh, releasing her position on his cock as she shot for the first time. But that didn't deter her one iota from continuing her activities. In fact it inspired her all the more toward great heights. She was happy that her husband had done such a thorough job of sucking her that she had been able to shoot, and now she was bound and determined to do the same for him, to bring the hot white jsim spurting from his cock.
Her body trembled and her heart pulsated frantically as Jack alternately nibbled on her clit, then sucked her, driving her to the depths of erotic excitement.
She shot a second time, which made Jack all the more happy. He loved sucking juice from her snatch, and knew he had a huge store of juice for her mouth.
Molly toyed with his nuts, causing his scrotum to enlarge under the stimulation she supplied, while she continued running her tongue frantically up and down his huge pole.
Every now and then she would give his hot nuts a brisk tug, causing his body to twitch. A feeling of torrid intensity welled in the pit of his stomach as he drew ever closer to exploding.
Realizing how close he was, Molly went to work with greater passion, running her fingers carefully over his balls while her tongue drove up and down with relentless energy over his dick.
Molly shot a third time, her legs trembling, her ass moving from side to side as he continued sucking her. Then he felt the intense feelings well up inside him all the more conspicuously. He was close .to the big moment. He let out a groan, then a sigh, as the juice sprayed out of the end of his hot stick. Molly held onto his balls as she eagerly attacked his juices.
She managed to drain every drop thoroughly dry, after which they fell into each other's arms and kissed.
"You know, when all's said and done I'd rather fuck you than anybody," Molly told him, which caused him to smile with glee. It was the very thing he had hoped to hear from her lips.
"You don't know how good that makes me feel to hear," he squeezed her tits affectionately. "I've always felt that way about you. It's been kinda strange what's been happening to us the last few days, but after this I'd just as soon settle down and keep on making it with you."
"This feels like we've been getting married for the second time or something. It feels strange."
"I know what you mean," he nodded. "I'm sorry that I let things get out of hand by putting in as much time as I did at the office. Then when we got back together we were unsure of our-selves. I'm sure that's why we let ourselves go in the way that we did."
"I think you're right."
"Well let's look at it from the positive side. After all, maybe we needed to get something like that out of our systems to really learn how to appreciate each other."
"You've got a point there, and speaking of appreciation, I'd appreciate you ramming this big cock into me."
"I'd be happy, to. How about warming it up for me a little."
She went to work on his dong, pumping new life back into it immediately. It had only gone down a little bit after the huge orgasm, and was ready for lots more duty.
Molly was pleased to see him so healthy and virile, so vastly different than the way he had been for a long time when he worked late at the office and came home too exhausted for sex.
Now they were like two youngsters determined to make up for what had been missing in their lives all too long. It was like a second honeymoon, and they eagerly anticipated doing every bit as much fucking as they had on that first historic honeymoon.
"I'm gonna drill that cunt of yours," Jack said determinedly; kissing her behind the ear.
"It's never been more ready, my dear," she smiled gleefully.
