Wendy looked up expectantly as Jim came into the office. But when she saw the expression on his face, her excitement died.
"Well?" she said cautiously.
Her tall, broad-shouldered officemate leaned back against his desk. With a disheartened look, he ran his long fingers through his coal-black hair. "It looks like only one of us can go to the convention."
"But that's not fair! We're a team-that's the way it's always been."
He shrugged helplessly. "I know. But the bean-counters don't understand that. They've cut back on the travel funds."
"They've always footed the bill for two in the past."
"Same-sex, my dear," he explained patiently. "If you and I went, they'd have to spring for two rooms."
"Oh." Wendy yielded in defeat. "So...who goes?"
"It's up to us to decide." With a sullen look, he pulled a coin from his pocket. "I suppose the fair thing to do would be to flip a coin."
She crossed the distance to him as he flipped the coin in the air. He slapped it on his wrist. "Heads I win, tails you-"
"Wait a minute," she said, grabbing his wrist before he could pull his hand away to reveal the results of the toss. "Double beds!"
"Huh?"
"Double beds!" she repeated. With her high heels parked under her desk, she had to stretch up on tiptoes to look into his eyes as she pleaded her case. "It costs the same for two people in the room as it does for one. We're adults. We can handle that, can't we?"
Jim's look was dubious. "I don't know... "
"No one needs to know about it but us," she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We can share expenses and pad the expense account. It shouldn't cost either one of us a dime."
"Well... " His smile turned to a grin. "I suppose I'd rather have you for a roommate than Kelly."
She blushed. "Now, don't you be getting any imagine ideas."
As it turned out, she was right. No one minded the two of them going together, as long as it didn't cost the company anything extra. Of course, everyone thought that they had booked separate rooms.
"Did you tell Larry?" Jim asked, once they had settled in for the long drive to Las Vegas.
Wedging back against the door, Wendy turned toward him with a smile. "No. I'm not sure my husband could handle it. Did you tell Sarenna?"
He laughed. "We've only been married for one year, remember? She doesn't fully trust me yet. She can still remember my past."
Wendy sighed. "Lucky you. At least you had a past. Larry was the first man in my life."
"Your first boyfriend?"
"Well, not actually that-"
"The first man you made love with?"
"Yes," she said softly.
He looked away from the road long enough to flash her a smile. "Lucky him. I'm afraid I've been bed-hopping ever since I came of age."
"But you've settled down now?"
"Oh, yes." He was quiet for a moment, considering. "Sarenna is more than adequate."
A careening sports car cut in front of them and caused Jim to put on the brakes, interrupting the conversation. That made Wendy feel just a little more comfortable. Although their talk had been innocent enough, it was more intimate than any of the conversations they'd had since they had been teamed up to work together three years ago. And it had caused her blood pressure to rise a notch.
Actually, the pair spent more time together than they did with their spouses, she reflected as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. And now they were going to be sleeping in the same room together...she suddenly had a disturbing thought. What if there was a mistake and the hotel assigned them a room with just one king-size bed?
But her fears were groundless. The room turned out to be perfect-elegant-looking, two nice-sized beds, a lovely view of the strip.
"I hope you don't mind if I get out of my shoes," she said, settling in.
He chuckled and kicked off his own shoes so he could stretch out on the bed she left for him. "You never wear your shoes in the office, anyway. Make yourself comfortable-take off anything you want."
His banter made her blush. "I'll do that in there," she said nodding to the bathroom, "and I'll be sure to lock the door."
"That'll do you no good. I'm going to be peeking through the keyhole."
"Jim!" His low chuckle sent a chill up her spine. "You wouldn't do anything like that...would you?"
"I've got one objective for the next three days," he said with a leer, "and that's to get a peek at those big tits of yours."
"Jim!"
"Hey, when will I ever get a better chance?"
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"Oh, I am," he admitted with a grin. "But what can I do? I've been staring at those big beauties for three years, trying to imagine the look and the feel of them."
She turned to the mirror and bit her lips as she stared at the thrust of her bosom. "Do you really find them interesting and attractive?"
He got up off the bed and came up behind her. "I find them incredibly sexy," he said, reaching around and gently lifting her breasts in his palms.
She caught her breath. No one but her husband had ever touched her that way. With her heart beating faster, she told herself Jim was a good friend. She could trust him.
"They're too big," she said softly, trying to ignore the delicious feelings that rose as she watched in the mirror while his hands gently kneaded her tits and determined their consistency.
"They're nice and soft and mushy. How big?"
"38D. They droop without a bra."
He laughed. "Of course they would! They're too big and heavy not to. If you've got to stuff a melon with silicone to make it perky, I don't want it. I'll take them natural and floppy."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Well, they droop," she told him, thrusting out her chest proudly and trying to match his carefree tone. "But they certainly don't flop!" Anyone else would have gotten a slap in the face by now. But Jim? He was just playing. But he was a smooth operator. They had only been alone together for two minutes and he already had his hands all over her tits. He may be happily married, but old habits die hard. She would have to be on her guard.
"So?" Without taking his hands away from her tits, he rested his chin on her shoulder and stared at her in the mirror, his expression that of a pleading puppy dog. "Are you going to make me look through the keyhole?"
Her jaw dropped. "Jim! Are you seriously asking me to take off my clothes for you?"
He grinned. "Clothes? That would be nice. But the top would be a good start-sort of satisfy my curiosity. I'll look but not touch. I promise-scout's honor!"
"You're touching now," she pointed out, trembling slightly.
"And you don't seem to be minding it."
She flushed. Suddenly, a smile creased her face. Turn about, after all, was fair play! "Let's make a deal."
"A deal?"
She pushed free of his hands and turned to face him. "Rumor has it that you have the biggest wong in the department."
"Who says?" he asked, sticking out his chin with mock belligerence.
"Everybody says. I know at least five young women who claim to have shared a bed with you before Sarenna came along. They say you have a 12-incher."
"They're exaggerating."
"By how much?" she asked, thrilled to watch him squirm now that she had matched his aggressive stance.
"By at least three inches," he choked out. "Larry's is only seven inches."
"You've measured it."
"Haven't you?"
His eyes rolled. "Nine inches. Verified on a number of occasions."
Stepping back, she placed her hands on her hips and stared at him coldly. "Let's see it."
"You promise to look but not touch?"
"I promise." Then, she broke into laughter. "Oh, God, Jim," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "this is insane."
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" he said with a grin as he stripped quickly down to his briefs.
Her pulse quickened when he straightened to stand before her. The cotton briefs that stretched across his hips seemed barely able to contain its swollen contents. And then that was whipped away, too, exposing his arching, nine-inch cock to her wide-eyed gaze.
She tried not to blush.
"You're erect," she said.
"Wouldn't you be?" he asked. "Under the circumstances?" He reached down and gave his cock a couple of strokes. "There," he proclaimed proudly. "A full nine inches."
"It looks immense," she said, "in comparison to my husband's."
"There are bigger ones."
"I've not seen bigger. Actually, Larry's is the only one... " She bit her lip, then grinned. "I guess now it's...my turn."
"I guess so." While he stared at her chest, he reached down and idly scratched his balls, making his dick wobble.
With trembling hands, she started to undress. He let out a slow whistle as her tits were exposed.
"Oh, baby, those are beauties," he said, reaching toward her.
"Jim!" she scolded. "You promised-"
"Come on, Wendy," he whined. "You don't expect me to keep a promise like that, do you? Oh, whew!" he gasped, touching her tits.
"Whew is right!" she said, sucking in a breath. Her skin prickled as his fingers stroked her tit flesh, and her soft nipples slowly turned into stiff peaks.
"God, Wendy! These are too much!" He pushed his head down between her tits and rubbed his cheeks against the soft flesh.
Laughing, she tried to ignore the good feelings that were beginning to rise in her body and she gently pushed him away. "Enough, Jim," she said firmly.
"Right," he said, catching his breath. "We don't want to get carried away."
"Right," she agreed. "I-I'm glad that you're being sensible."
Tossing aside his shirt and undershirt, he stretched back out on the bed, completely naked. His cock stood out prominently, its hard length angling back over his belly.
"This is insane," she said again, flushing as she continued to stare at his cock. They were adults; certainly they could handle a little nudity without... going further.
"Not insane-sensible," he reminded her, ogling her as she stood there in her sheer panties. "But if you get a sudden urge to rip those scanties off, don't let me stop you."
"I'm not an exhibitionist."
'Try it, you might like it."
The thought sent a shiver of excitement running along her spine. He was certainly enjoying himself, she mused, gaping at his charged cock. Well, at least she could show him she wasn't a prude. Stifling further thought, she whipped down her panties.
His eyes opened wide, and then narrowed, as he stared at the wisp of hair between her legs that just barely concealed her vagina. Shaking his head slowly, he got up and moved toward her. "That was a mistake, Wendy."
"Y-yeah, I think it was." Shaking, she stood her ground as he moved so close that she could feel the heat from his naked body. "W-we've gone too far, haven't we?"
"What's done is done."
She made no protest as he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to her bed.
"I guess it was inevitable," she said as she made room for him to stretch out beside her.
"It's not our fault. It's the bean-counter's. What did they expect when they were too cheap to foot the bill for two rooms?"
"Mmmmm," she purred as their bodies touched. "They probably thought they'd save on entertainment expenses, too."
The kidding over, he looked into her eyes and said harshly, "I've been looking forward to this ever since that day I first met you."
"Three years ago," she added with a sigh. "Me, too. Oh, God, Jim, I used to be so jealous of all those other women you used to take out...envious of their happy looks when they'd stop by in the morning after spending the night in your bed."
"You should have said something."
"I thought about it. Often."
He kissed her, and sucked her tongue into his mouth when she sighed. When her lips were throbbing, his mouth worked its way down to her bosom. He licked all around her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He left them as stiff as nails and continued licking downward, leaving a wet trail as his mouth slowly closed on her vagina. She groaned and drew her legs up, opening her crotch so his tongue could slip between her cunt lips and slide into her snatch. Wendy's eye rolled when she felt his tongue wiggling around inside her.
"Oh, Jim," she gasped, completely absorbed in the sensations that flowed in soft pulses from her pussy. "Oh, yes. Do it. Eat me. Yes, yes, that's nice."
His tongue flicked back and forth like a snake. Her hips squirmed on the bed as it plunged in and out of her. Her cunt was rapidly becoming hotter than a corn popper.
"Eat me," she cried. "Suck my cunt! Oh, yes, yes! You're doing it so good-so God damn good!"
Better, in fact, than she had ever been done before. Her husband's feeble efforts paled in the light of Jim's expert cunt licking. Her office partner knew just what to do with his tongue, just where to stroke, just where to tweak. And when the tip flicked across her clit, she thought she was going to die of excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried impatiently. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Oh, suck me. Suck my pussy. Suck, suck, suck!"
Her vagina felt like velvet around his tongue. The delicate tissues tried to grip it as it penetrated her hot channel. He latched onto her ass cheeks and held her still so that he could suck the juices that were beginning to stream from her quivering hole. As the sensations peaked, she pressed Jim's head to her crotch and raised her legs straight up into the air. She tensed. Electric thrills shot through her body in pulsing charges.
Jim's tongue flapped rapidly in her pussy, driving her excitement until her body sagged.
"Oh, Jim," she gasped combing her fingers through his hair and then tightening them around the back of his neck. "Oh, that was lovely."
He grinned. "Feel up to returning the favor?"
She lay back on the bed and reached for his balls as he straddled her. His ass crushed down over her breasts.
"Those big tits make a nice cushion," he said with a chuckle.
"They're handy things to have," she commented as she tugged on his cock and pulled him into position with his balls drooping over her chin. "Don't be expecting too much," she warned him, "I haven't done this all that often." Lifting his dick out of the way, she started to nibble on his nuts.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he told her. "That's the way to start."
Wendy's tongue made Jim's ball sac wet with her saliva. She gently sucked his big balls into her mouth.
"Oh, baby," he gasped. "God, if I'd only known before! Suck those balls! Lick my cock! Oh, yes, yes! Suck it! Lick it! Suck me off!"
Jim's lewd encouragement thrilled her almost as much as the taste of his male organ.
She was sucking hard now, practically turning his dick inside-out. Jim's body shuddered. She shivered with excitement as her tongue swept up and down the hard shaft, tickling its underside.
"Oh, baby! You've got such a smooth tongue! Lick me! Eat me! Eat me! Eat my cock!"
Wendy felt freer with Jim than she did with her own husband. Her husband was always so uptight about sex. Always serious, never just playful. Sex with him was a duty, not a recreation.
"Suck it now," he pleaded. "Quit teasing, Wendy, and suck it."
She hadn't meant to tease-or had she? She grinned, feeling a new sense of power, as she slipped her mouth over the end of his prick. Stroking slowly, she took his cock in an inch at a time, until its immensity had completely disappeared in her mouth. Wendy couldn't quell a sense of pride. She had kissed a cock before, licked one, and sucked one, but never in her life had she completely swallowed one all the way to its hairy root.
"Oh, baby, that's great! Now suck me off."
Sweat broke out on her forehead as she began making long strokes, her tongue swirling around his cock as it slipped in and out of her mouth. She picked up speed with each stroke.
"Baby, baby! Suck it! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in your mouth!"
Wendy felt his cock swell in her mouth. One last stroke and then she would pull away so that he could climax.
A warm blast in the back of her throat startled her. Wendy's eyes widened, and she almost gagged as she got her first taste of sperm.
"Mmmmmppphhh!"
She struggled, trying to pull her head away, but he held her tight against his crotch. She had to gulp, but she relaxed as the initial shock wore off. By the time his last shot went off, she was sucking the end of his prick, trying to encourage more of the tasty flow.
"My God," she said finally. "I've never done that before."
"Never sucked a cock?"
"Never had one cum in my mouth."
Lying beside her, he wrapped an arm around her. They were joined now by a new and deeper affection. "There's a first time for everything," he told her gently. "After that, it's easy."
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, when Wendy woke up, she was startled to see Jim standing beside the bed, staring down at her. They had both gone to sleep, naked, in their own beds, shortly after the suck session the night before. She'd had a sound sleep, but with wonderfully erotic dreams. She couldn't remember the details, but had a guilty feeling because her husband had not been a part of them. Her gaze moved down Jim's naked body and stopped at the sight of his rigid cock.
"Do you always wake with a hard-on?" she asked in her throaty, morning voice.
He chuckled. "I used to, the first year of our marriage. But you get used to the same woman after a while."
Wendy smiled. He was telling her that she excited him more than his wife. "Jim and I balled a lot our first year, too. They say that if you put a bean in ajar each time you do it that first year-"
"-And take a bean out every time you do it after that," he finished for her, "you'll never empty the jar."
She smiled at him. "I suppose it's true."
"Do you miss the excitement of that first year when everything was new."
"Yes," she admitted.
He sat on the bed beside her and his hard-on wobbled. It hadn't gone down a bit. "The fact is-as great as Sarenna is-I miss the playing around I did before I was married," he said with a sigh. "Last night was the first time I've cheated since we said our vows."
She touched his hairy thigh consolingly. "I don't think what we did last night was really cheating-technically, I mean?"
He perked up. "You don't?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have allowed it," she said firmly. "I love my husband." She stared at the wedding ring on her finger as she idly teased the curly hairs that covered his muscular thighs. "There's nothing wrong with kissing a friend, is there?"
"No... "
"But, to actually go all the way."
"-To fuck a friend-"
"-That's cheating. The question is, where do you draw the line?"
"And you don't draw the line at oral sex."
"No, I don't."
"So, where do you draw the line?"
She scrunched up her brow and thought for a moment. "I guess...when you do something that could make a woman pregnant."
"You mean, a condom's okay?" She laughed. "You're pushing it, Jim! That's just a technicality."
"How about coitus interruptus."
"Coitus interruptus?"
"That's when you fuck a woman, but you don't actually cum inside her pussy-the way some people practice birth control."
"I know what it means, I just haven't thought about it."
"Well, give it some thought," he said, pulling up his legs and stretching out beside her on the bed. "This damn thing's beginning to ache-we're going to have to do something about it."
She laughed and rolled over protectively on her stomach, presenting him with her back. "You mean, you'll have to do something about it. You can always go into the bathroom and yank off."
"You shock me, Wendy! For a decent woman to even know about such things-"
"I guess last night proved I'm not all that decent, didn't it?"
"It did that," he admitted as he began gently massaging her back.
She purred, enjoying the feeling as his fingertips moved up and down her spine. "If you're trying to seduce me, forget it," she warned.
His hands slid down to massage her buttocks. "Have you ever been ass-fucked?" he asked, parting her ass cheeks and touching the brown bud that peeked from between them.
"If you ever even try such a thing, I'll never speak to you again," she said firmly.
He chuckled. "You can't get pregnant that way."
"And you can't make anybody pregnant if your balls don't work," she warned.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, laughing.
His hands were running up and down her legs, gentling her.
"Do you and Sarenna actually do it that way?"
"Sarenna and I do it every way."
"God!" she shuddered. "I can't even imagine-"
His finger returned to press against her sphincter. The tip pushed inside. "It's not as bad as it sounds. The ass-hole is more flexible than most people realize."
She shuddered as his finger twisted in her rectum. But rather than feeling violated, tingles of excitement filled her.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Not if it's done right."
Her curiosity aroused, she allowed him to gently coax her into a kneeling position with her ass in the air. She tried to ease her fears by telling herself that Jim knew what he was doing. He was an expert at all things sexual. She would probably never meet a man with as much experience as him. But her trembling intensified when she felt him rub the head of his big cock up and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh, God, Jim! Don't hurt me."
The head of his cock poked against her rectum.
"Ease back, baby," he told her. "Take it at your own speed."
She pushed backward and wiggled, gasping as she felt the pop that admitted the head of his dick to her ass-hole. She wiggled some more, and the long shaft began to move into her. He had lubricated his prick with spit and juices from her pussy to ease the entry.
"Oh, God," she moaned, feeling him fill her. "Oh, my God."
"You're tight, baby. Real tight." He started to work with her, making short cock stabs as she continued working her butt backwards.
She let out another loud moan when she felt his hips press against her buttocks. He was all the way in her. He began working, each stroke lengthening, until his cock was plowing the full reach of her ass with ever-increasing force.
"Oh, God! I'm being ass-fucked!"
"Yeah, and let me tell you, baby-unnggghhh! That ass of yours is as tight as your tits are big. You're one helluva woman!"
The fact that he was pleased with her filled her with pride. She let go and allowed herself to enjoy the strange, new sensations-the long slide of his cockhead through her rectum and the mashing of his hips against her ass cheeks. It was odd; the rocking, the rolling, the fuck motion was there, but her cunt was empty. The feeling was less intense than a pussy fuck, but the excitement was more lurid. This was filthy...nasty...gutsy. It was a thrill that was as repulsive as it was exciting...a thrill she knew few women would allow themselves to experience.
Nothing could be as bad as this! Each stroke of Jim's cock stripped away another layer of her inhibitions. What could ever hold her back after this? What could she possibly do that would tarnish her further?
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Oh, yes, Jim! Fuck my ass-hole!"
He chuckled and gave her upturned butt a stinging slap. His powerful strokes had her low-hanging tits whipping back and forth. "Didn't I tell you'd like it? Huh?"
"Yeah, you did, you cocksucker-"
"-Ass-fucker-"
"-Lecherous devil!"
"Oh, baby!" He gasped as her hips started swinging around his stroking prick. "Oh, baby!"
They cursed each other and groaned and moaned as they tried to temper the erotic excitement that slowly built. His balls slapped up between her thighs and teased her pussy lips rhythmically. When she couldn't hold back any longer, she pushed a hand between her legs to finger her split.
"Baby," he panted. "This is good. Really, really good. God, baby, I love your ass! I love it!"
She was rapidly developing a greater love of her ass, herself. She shook with excitement while her ass moved back and forth along with his strokes.
"Cum, Jim!" she suddenly exclaimed, her fingers flying over her clit. "I'm going to go off. Cum with me! Cum in my ass!"
"Fuck!" His penis exploded, and gobs of white cream jetted into her ass-hole.
She felt the pulsing and the warmth, and her muscles tensed. The excitement that erupted inside her was the perfect compliment for his exhilaration. He gripped her thighs, holding tight while his prick stuttered through its cycle, sending sensations careening through their locked bodies.
They lay together for several minutes after that before either of them spoke.
"Care to join me in a shower?" he asked, getting up from the bed.
"Better not. We've got a full day of seminars and exhibits, and we haven't even had breakfast yet."
"You'd rather do the convention thing than fuck?" he teased, with a gleam in his eye.
"You forget," she returned, "we haven't actually fucked yet."
"I like the way you say 'yet.'"
She flushed. "That's not the way I meant it!"
He winked at her. "Well, think about it."
They yawned through seminars the rest of the morning and visited suppliers' exhibits during the afternoon. Skipping the banquet scheduled for that evening, they went casino hopping instead. Jim played craps for an hour, quitting when a long run of luck allowed him to win his stake back. Wendy watched and got slightly tipsy on the free drinks provided by the casino.
They moved into the lounge where they joined up with another couple who were playing hooky from a different convention.
"I never do any business at these things," Bill said jovially as he paid for a round of doubles for the four of them. "I come for the fun."
"Whoopee!" said his companion. Roni was an attractive brunette who made up for having a modest bust by showing off a good portion of it. "Didn't we have a ball last night!"
"So did we," said Jim with a wink at Wendy that made her blush. "Do you two work together?"
"Oh, no," said Jim. "I bought her."
"Bought her?"
"Two hundred dollars from some guy that was in a rush to catch his plane."
"You're pulling my leg-"
"No, it's the God-honest truth!"
Her eyes twinkling, the dark-haired woman explained. "My husband used me to back a poker bet." She giggled. "He lost, and I've sort of been passed around ever since."
Wendy was horrified. But intrigued. "Where is your husband now?"
"Oh, he went back to Fresno three days ago." She laughed again. "He lost, but I'm still winning."
"Maybe when I leave I'll let you have her for a good price."
Jim stared at the woman's exposed cleavage, and Wendy couldn't help but remember how fascinated he had been by her tits the night before. He was undoubtedly a tit man. "No, ah," he stammered, "we'll, ah, be leaving too."
"Well, there's still tonight." Bill nodded toward Wendy. "We could swap."
"Ah...I don't think so."
Why, the bastard! Wendy had noticed the hesitation. He had actually considered the proposition!
"Unless, of course, Wendy was agreeable."
"You're leaving it up to me?" Her jaw dropped as she gaped at him.
"Then it's settled!" Bill stated firmly. "We can all go up to my room."
"He's got a suite," Roni confided, moving around the table to sit in Jim's lap. "Sweetie, my bazoongas may not be as big as hers are," she said, wiggling her nearly bare tits against Jim's chest, "but I promise you I'll play a new tune on your chimes."
Bill called the waitress over. "Honey, could we get these drinks and another round or two sent up to my room?"
"I'm sorry, sir, that's not-"
"C'mon," he prodded, pushing a couple of twenties into her hand. "Anything's possible in this town."
Apparently, he was right, because a bellboy carrying a tray loaded with drinks accompanied them in the elevator. Jim's arms embraced the brunette as she leaned back against him, totally unconcerned about the fact his hands had freed one of her breasts from her bodice and her pink nipple was peeking out between his fingers.
It wasn't until Wendy entered the plush room and
Bill took her hand and guided her into the bedroom that she realized her attention had been centered on Jim's perfidy rather than her own plight. When the door closed, leaving her alone with a drooling stranger, her skin prickled.
Bill chuckled as he stripped off his tie. "You surprised me-pleasantly," he added with a wink. "I never thought you'd go for it."
"Y-you didn't?"
He laid his white shirt carefully aside, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso was lean, his skin white, with a dark scattering of curly chest hair. "To be honest, you looked too much like a prude."
A prude? "Maybe yesterday," she muttered, turning and allowing him to undo the back of her dress. But, as her dress slid to the floor, leaving her standing in her black bra and matching panties, she began to get cold feet. "I-I'm a married woman," she protested feebly. "Happily married."
He laughed, his eyes filling with delight as he ogled her scantily clad figure. "Nothing better than a convention for a chance to get out and kick up your heels."
She thought about that as she stared at him standing in his gaily patterned boxer shorts. He was right. This was a chance to put flesh to her fantasies without anyone finding out. Only she and Jim would ever know what went on in this room tonight. Even Bill and Roni would probably forget when they moved onto their next pair of partners.
She gulped the rest of her drink and set the glass aside as the warmth settled in her belly. Her heart pounding, she stared directly at the nearly naked man.
She forced a brave smile. "Would you like to see my tits?"
"Oh, honey doll... "
Her heart pounding, she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks that held her over-strained brassiere. She watched the delight fill his eyes as she slowly pulled the harness away to reveal her big jugs.
"Jeez, I'd like to paint those babies."
"Are you an artist?"
"A painting contractor. I'd just love to cover you with a little Dutch Boy."
The thought of him whipping a brushful of paint across her nipples excited her as much as it appeared to excite him. A tent-like protrusion had risen in the front of his boxers.
With a coy grin, she moved close and pulled his face down between her bared mams.
Surrounded by her warm flesh, he wallowed and moaned. It gave her pleasure to realize that her mammoth milk glands were giving him a thrill he would never receive from an ordinary woman. Because she wasn't an ordinary woman. The huge tits that had embarrassed her as a younger woman and that had to be camouflaged to discourage unwanted stares now that she was older were suddenly becoming a source of great excitement for her.
She cooed while the unfamiliar lips licked and nuzzled her flesh in strange ways. He sucked hard on her nipple, making it expand until it felt like it was going to burst. Then she shivered, thoroughly enjoying the slide of his strong fingers down her sides to catch the elastic waistband of her panties and strip them completely down.
"Cunt," he murmured around his mouthful of tit as he pushed a hand between her legs.
"Prick," she returned, ripping at the front of his boxers and grabbing his dong as the garment floated down his thighs.
He pushed her down onto the bed and her legs opened. He grabbed his prick and moved between her knees. With an "ahhhh," he sank his stiff length into her warm pussy.
"Fuck me," she murmured softly when he started pumping.
"Yesss... "
As their juices mixed, he picked up speed, making her tits roll around on her chest. "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
Her alcohol-numbed vision cleared for a moment, and the reality of being mounted by a strange man with a slight paunch and a half day's growth of beard suddenly became clear to her. This wasn't playing around like she and Jim had done the night before-this was the real thing. She was letting a stranger fuck her. She was cheating on her husband.
She whimpered and tried to ignore the pulsations that were beginning to build around his plunging pole. But there was no way she could hold back the explosive climax that greeted the erupting of his penis in the depths of her vagina.
CHAPTER THREE
Jim had been so involved in his seduction of Roni, that he didn't even notice Wendy and Bill disappear into the bedroom as soon as they entered the suite. He yanked down the top of her dress as soon as the door closed behind them.
"God!" he exclaimed as he stared at her high, perfectly rounded breasts with their rose-colored nipples.
"Do you like 'em?" she teased, brushing her hands across the pointed tips. "I had them enhanced last year."
"Enhanced?"
"Stuffed," she said, "with silicon. I used to be an A-cup, now I'm a solid C."
Solid was right, Jim thought, when he wrapped his palms around the unnaturally tight, smooth-skinned mounds.
"My hubby flipped when he first saw me," she said with a giggle. "He said I looked like a different woman."
"Yeah, I'll bet," he agreed. His fingers had found the telltale scars at the seams where the tit mounds joined her chest. As pretty as they were to look at, he would have much preferred to have Wendy's overly ample tit flesh overflowing his hands. Where was Wendy, anyway?
An inane titter brought his drink-fogged attention back to the woman whose tits were in his hands. "Nothing's been enhanced down below, though," she said, leering at him with her tongue in her cheek.
"No?"
She faked a pout. "I guess if you don't believe me, you'll just have to check for yourself."
Jim reached under her skirt and got his hand into her panties.
"Believe me now?" she asked, tittering as he finger-fucked her sopping wet cunt.
"Yeah, baby, that's real nice."
She unzipped his fly. "Looky here!" she exclaimed, pulling out his cock. "Look what I've found-Ooooh...how come it's not hard, honey? Don't you like me?"
Jim belched and almost stumbled. "It's the booze," he slurred. "But don't worry, I'll be all right."
Gently stroking his half-hard penis, she winked at him. "I'll bet your tongue is stiff."
"Right, babe!" he pulled at the front of her dress. "Let's get rid of these clothes."
She tittered and began undressing. "Why you naughty, naughty man!"
He was naked before she was, and he dropped on the floor before her as she wiggled out of her panties, giggling. Gripping her ass cheeks, he stared directly at her pussy. Except for Wendy's the night before, it was his first peek at a new cunt bush since his marriage three years ago. The lustful urges that had given him a reputation as a stud during his single years slowly returned and almost made him regret he was a married man. His eyes rolled upward. "God, Sarenna, I love you, but-"
"Are you talking to someone down there?" she teased with a titter. "Or are you praying for a hard-on?"
Ignoring her taunts, he opened her lips with his fingers and found her clitoris. It was a nicely developed little beastie. He slid one finger, then two, into her pussy as far as his knuckles, then he leaned forward and stroked her clit button with his tongue. Her thighs shuddered and she started to whimper.
"Do that, baby," she told him. "Lick my clit! Slide those fingers all the way in me."
He tried to push them all the way to her ass-hole. At the same time, his tongue became bolder, rapidly flipping the flap of her clit back and forth.
"You're fantastic!" she gasped breathlessly. "Oh, God! Lover, you really know how to lick a cunt!"
One finger of his free hand started to pump her ass-hole at the same time as his other finger fucked her cunt. When she was close to getting off, he pulled his hands away to clutch her hips and he shoved his face into her pussy. His tongue stretched deep into her vagina.
"Eat me," the woman begged. "Yes! Yes!
Eat me!"
His tongue lapped the length of her split and slid rapidly in and out of her juicy depths. As her body began to stiffen, his tongue moved back to her clit.
"Suck me! Yes! Yes! Eat me-oooohhhhh!"
Jim's tongue pushed her over the edge and held her at the peak of ecstasy while she came against his face, filling his mouth with cunt juice.
"Oh, God!" The exclamation rushed out as she released the breath of air she had been holding. "Ohhhh,God... "
Jim gave the naked woman only a second to recover before he pushed her back on the sofa and climbed up to straddle her with his cock jutting over her face.
"Take it!" he ordered her. "Suck my cock!"
His cock was bigger than it had been before. Longer, and hard. Reaching up, she grabbed his enormous man spike and pulled it down to her mouth. She started sucking on its end.
"Yeah, baby. Suck it. Keep it up until you make me cum."
"I want you to cum in my mouth," she cooed around the fat end of his prick.
"You got it, baby! I'll paint your tonsils with my cream."
"Yes, yes," she moaned, wiping the head of his dick across her cheeks, then sucking it in again. "Mmmmm."
His excitement grew as her mouth slipped back and forth along his cock. Soon, he was working with her, shoving his steel-hard shaft into the back of her throat. She gulped eagerly.
Jim's prick exploded. Hot white surged into her throat.
"More!" The woman panted between spurts, and stroke his cock rapidly with her fist. "More! More!"
She had cheated on her husband. She had made love with another man. She had fucked a stranger.
The thought sobered her up and she pushed up to stare at the naked man who was lying beside her, panting. His body was good, but not great. About the same as her husband's. But his prick was different. Lying in a mushy mass, it coiled over the tops of his legs. Her husband's was short and stubby after a fuck.
"Was it good for you, too?" the man panted, looking up at her.
"It was good for me, too," she admitted reluctantly, realizing that she had lost, forever, her status as a loyal, devoted wife. After this, how could she ever again dedicate her efforts solely to the satisfaction of her husband's sexual needs, ignoring her own? like virginity, that purity, once lost, was gone forever.
"Wanna do it again?"
"You're not hard," she pointed out.
"Make me," he dared her with a grin.
It was a challenge she wasn't used to. At home, they never did it twice. Larry would always pull himself away after he had shot his load and head for the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving her with her emotions in a turmoil. She could count the number of orgasms he'd given her on one handand she had already topped that number with only two nights in Vegas.
"Why not?" she murmured, feeling like a slut for giving in to her urges.
She threw a leg over her supine sex partner and lowered her crotch over his soppy prick. Gently rubbing their genitals together, she leaned over and let her tits drag across Bill's chest.
"Wow, baby!" He chuckled as her nipples tickled his belly. "I just love those big tits of yours."
"Show me," she murmured, dangling her tits over his face.
He grasped a handful of tit in each hand and brushed her nipples across his lips.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, smothering him in tit flesh as he sucked and nibbled on her jugs. He was giving the sensitive melons a sensual workout, the-likes of which she had never experienced before. Her husband had grown used to them, and her office mate had been too polite and reserved last night to let himself go with them. But this eager stranger was mouthing and gobbling her boobs with complete disregard for anyone's feeling but his own.
"That's the way, honey," she cooed encouragingly, wiping her cunt split up and down over his hardening cock shaft. "Don't be gentle with me, bite 'em-owww! That's the way! Eat 'em up!"
Her slit was juicy and slid right over his cock shaft when it became hard enough to penetrate the soft, mushy tissues. She rolled her hips around, savoring its immensity as she brought it to full strength within her clutching confines.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh! You're too much!"
No one had ever complimented her on her sexual performance before-no one had ever had a chance to, except her husband. And to him, she was just a fuck. He didn't have the knowledge to know if she was a good one or a bad one.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!"
With a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form on her body, she balanced on her hands and knees and slowly ground her cunt up and down his stiff pole.
"You're doing it," he told her. "Faster! My prick's ready to burst."
Bill gripped her hips. A chill ran along his spine every time her snug, velvety pussy engulfed his cock. He wanted to explode inside her right now. At the same time, he wanted the excitement to last forever.
"Scrunch your pussy muscles. Squeeze my prick with your vagina."
"like that."
"Oh, God!"
She learned the new technique quickly, adding to his tension as her moving cunt channel rhythmically clutched at his cock. Unable to remain passive, he thrust upward.
She caught the spark, and twisted, spiraling around his charged pole. The friction of their moving parts raised electric tingles, and tension built in both of them. He groaned, and fondled her breasts in his hands.
"Don't stop!" he commanded. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!"
Wendy was enthralled. Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum! She had never fucked anyone in her life! She was shameless-a scarlet woman.
"I'm cumming!" he cried.
Wendy tensed as she felt his juices spout inside her. Panting frantically, she rose and fell rapidly on his spouting prick, pushing herself closer to her own climax.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Unnhhh-oh, God!"
Her pussy muscles started convulsing, squeezing the hot sperm out of his expiring prick. Her glorious excitement peaked right along with his, and then they both died together, hanging onto each other tightly.
Jim murmured something and shook his head. It spun, but the spinning lessened as his eyes focused on a half-filled glass on a table beside where he was seated on the floor with his back against the couch. He drained the tepid drink, and his stomach almost rejected it. But it settled, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked around.
Comprehension dawned when he saw the naked brunette stretched out on the couch. God, she had looked beautiful-when, last night?-but now, she just looked like a woman. A woman who looked grotesque in her nudity, with her fake tits bulging unnaturally. Shit, and he had screwed her! She was just a cheap broad, nothing like Wendy. Wendy...now, where the fuck was she?
Stumbling around, he found his clothes and pulled them back on. He looked at his watch and cursed. Two o'clock! Damn, time for the bars to close. But, with a hiccup, he grinned. The bars didn't close in Vegas, did they?
God, where the hell was Wendy?
He cursed when he finally found her, lying atop that naked man in the bedroom.
"C'mon, girl! Get your clothes on. Let's get out of here."
In the elevator, Wendy started laughing hysterically.
"Pull yourself together," Jim grunted.
"God, Jim! That was wild!"
"Yeah," he grunted again.
"What's next?"
"You ain't tired?"
"I slept for a while."
"Well, I need a drink-that's for sure."
She felt better, too, after a drink in the lounge. And a whole lot better when they were cruising down Las Vegas Boulevard, surrounded by the flashing neons of hotels, casinos, liquor stores and wedding chapels, with the window open and fresh air tousling her hair.
"Doesn't this town every sleep?" she asked.
"Did you let him fuck you?" he asked grimly.
"Did you fuck Miss Plastic Tits?"
He gave her a quick look. "How did you know?"
"C'mon!" She laughed. "You're a dreamer. Did you really think those boobs were real?"
"Hmmph!" He lowered his voice and went back to his original question. "Did you let him fuck you?"
"Really, Jim-"
"It's just between you and me, Wendy. I'm not going to tell anybody what went on in that room. So, did he, huh?"
"Don't tell me you and Miss Poky Tits just sat around and watched Jay Leno."
"I fucked her. Did he fuck you?"
"Yes," she finally admitted in exasperation. "He did."
"In the pussy?"
"What does it matter?"
"It matters."
"Yes," she said softly.
"Shit! And you wouldn't even let me do that!"
"I lost my head tonight," she said soberly. "It... just happened."
He reached over and stroked her thigh. "So... does that mean it can just happen with us?" he asked, his voice softening.
"No, Jim, you know we can't."
"Why not?"
"It would ruin our friendship."
"I thought you said it was a question of cheating on your husband."
"I'm past that," she said, her words almost lost in the wind as she stared out the window.
"What if I was your husband?"
She turned to look at him and laughed. "You? My husband? Why, in that case, I couldn't possible refuse, could I?"
He laughed and drew her closer to him. Slowing at an intersection, he made a quick U-turn in front of honking traffic and started going back the way they had just come.
"Where are we going?"
"I saw something interesting back here-yeah, there it is!"
Her eyes widened. "A drive-in wedding chapel! My God, what won't they think of in this town?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy winced as she opened her eyes. The light was glaring, and it took a moment before her vision cleared. She had a splitting headache. "Ohhhh," she groaned, pushing up on one arm to look around.
"Here," Jim said simply, pushing an almost-empty bottle of whiskey into her hands.
She took a deep swig, and then another, before handing the bottle back and lying back to let the fiery liquid settle in her belly. Gradually, her unpleasant feeling subsided.
"What time is it?"
"Eight," he muttered. His attention was focused on a piece of paper that he held in his hands.
She groaned and sat up. "We've got a meeting at nine."
"Fuck the meeting."
She stared at him and grinned. "My sentiments exactly. But wouldn't that be wicked, playing hooky?"
He laughed. "It would be less wicked than some of the things we've done this weekend."
She flushed, the events of the night before returning in a haze of memory. "Don't remind me!"
"Do you remember this?" he asked, thrusting the document he had been scanning into her hands.
"Why, it's a... " she frowned, ". . .marriage license. Is this a joke?"
"You don't remember?"
"Not this. I remember the...orgy. Then, driving down the strip...."
"Nothing more?" She shook her head.
He grinned. "Well, it looks like we got married."
She buried her face in her palms. "Oh, my God!"
"Do you remember saying that you wouldn't fuck me unless you were married to me?"
"I...I remember something like that."
"Do you still feel that way?"
Her heart thudded as she stared at the document.
He chuckled and took her hands. "You can't say no to me now," he said, lifting them one at a time to his lips and pressing hot kisses into her palms.
"You married me just so that you could fuck me?" she asked, her blue eyes widening and her cheeks flushing as tremors moved through her. "Why that's b-b-bigamy."
"You can't refuse me now," he muttered again.
"My God," Wendy murmured. She rose to face him. The fire flared in her eyes as she slowly slid her hands up along his arms to his shoulders with the possessiveness of a wife touching a husband. She thrilled to the feeling.
Locking her fingers around his neck, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her plump breasts against his chest. A wavering sigh fluttered from her lips when she felt his hardened groin fit into the softness between her hips.
"Oh, Wendy," Jim breathed with his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her lush body nesting with his. A jolt of desire rushed through him. "My bride... "
"My husband," she whispered as she kissed him.
Although they both had breath that was rank from the night before, neither seemed to notice. Jim's hands spanned her waist lightly. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth to explore the heated cavern beyond her teeth.
Wendy moaned and sucked on his tongue, feeling his hands stroke smoothly over her hips. His aroused body became more demanding, his hard-on pressing into her lower belly.
They took their time, savoring the feelings as their bodies rocked and rubbed against each other.
Jim's body burned for her. It seemed like he had longed for her forever. He had often dreamed of her, fantasizing about her when he made love to his own wife. And now he was on the threshold of fulfilling that fantasy.
He forced himself to be patient, devouring her mouth while he imagined doing the same thing to every part of her body. He couldn't seem to get enough of the taste of her. Her breath was an erotic perfume, her juices a mixture of exotic tastes.
This was debauchery, pure and simple. Marrying a woman just to get her pussy. He would have to pay for this later, but right now he just wanted to enjoy. And she was right with him, giving herself fully and completely. No reservations. Legal or not, in her mind-as in his-they were husband and wife.
Responding to his kisses, Wendy's hands moved over his chest and shoulders, groping frantically. The desire surged within her.
Jim's hands searched her curves and her hollows through her clothing. The cloth barrier that separated his touch from her naked flesh became increasingly frustrating as his need rose. Tearing his lips from hers, he lifted his head and sucked in a huge gulp of air. He began to fumble with the buttons of her dress. When the dress fell away, he caught his breath as he caught sight of the black lace bra and matching panties she wore. The black silk stockings that encased the length of her shapely legs allowed a tantalizing view of pale skin at the top of each thigh.
Watching Jim from beneath half-lowered lashes, she reached behind herself to free the catch that held her bra. Her breasts settled when the flimsy garment loosened, then tumbled free as she shrugged out it and dropped it atop her dress on the floor.
"God, Wendy," he choked, seeing the throbbing of the pulse in the hollow of her throat. He leaned forward and touched his tongue to the spot. His hands found her tits and weighed them. Their satiny smoothness sent a stab of energy directly to his groin.
"I like that," Wendy whispered, arching into his hands with her eyes closed. Her nipples were tight beads pressing into his palms. He plucked at them with his fingertips and made soft sounds burble from her throat.
Impatient for a taste of her flesh, Jim leaned down and sucked the tip of one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, drawing a gasp from her lips. His tongue nourished the morsel into a smooth, shiny cap with a stiffened spike in its middle. His hand slipped down behind her and under the edge of her panties to caress her buttocks.
Dropping to his knees, he slid her panties down her legs. He held onto her swaying hips as she kicked the scanty garment aside. Licking his lips, he stared at her pussy as he stroked his palms up her nylon-clad legs. He left her stockings on. They were no barrier for what he wanted to do, and they served as an attractive accent to her nakedness.
Gripping her hips with his hands, he blew a soft kiss over the gentle swell of her lower belly. His tongue made her skin wet, and the tip tangled in the silky curls of hair that edged the top of her love nest. The heat streaming from the juncture of her thighs warmed his chin.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she sighed softly when he wedged her thighs apart with his hand so that he could kiss her more intimately.
His fingertips slid along the slick folds of her sex, and her pussy lips quivered with desire. His mouth brushed them lightly, then the tip of his tongue traced the damp seam. Her taste was warm and sweet and sent a thrill through him that made his cock strain against the folds of his pants.
Eager to press his naked body fully against hers, Jim stood and began tearing off his clothing. She helped with trembling fingers. Gay, hysterical excitement bubbled from her lips as her fingers locked into the dense dark hair that covered his muscular chest. She couldn't wait for him to get the rest of his clothes off. Jim balanced on one leg, and then the other, as he stepped out of his trousers and his shorts, then bent over to skin off his socks.
When he was naked, Wendy eagerly accepted him back into her arms, molding their bodies together as one.
Covering her mouth with his, he reached down and cupped her ass cheeks. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted her legs, stretching them around his hips. The notch of her crotch locked around the stiff stalk of his penis.
"Oh, baby," he breathed as she wobbled from side to side, brushing her big, tight-tipped tips repeatedly across his chest. A slight up-and-down motion caused her swollen cunt lips to lightly stroke his erection. "Oh, baby, oh, baby."
She was as much woman as he had ever wanted, and his desire for her flared as their mouths fused and their tongues sparred. It was his wildest dream come true-his sexy office partner going all out, loving him with nothing held back.
With her ankles locked behind him and her body clinging to his, he carried her to the bed and seated himself on the edge. She unfolded her legs and pushed him down onto his back.
Leaning over him, she kissed his chest and trailed her tongue tip over the ridged muscles that covered his belly. She licked with a cat-like tongue, cleaning away the salty sweat that covered his abdomen and reaming the puckered indentation of his navel. Her tongue made his hair wet and shiny with saliva where it thickened, low on his belly.
Her hands slipped down to touch his cock. Jim tensed. She circled the pulsing organ with her fingers and gently slipped them up and down, marveling at his length and thickness. The tantalizing strokes continued, her grip expanding until her whole hand was wrapped around his cock, inflaming his senses with each up-and-down motion of her fist.
"You're a Jezebel," he said.
"You're a lecher," Wendy returned with a smile that sent molten heat to his loins.
Straddling him, she guided their lower bodies into an intimate kiss. The wet length of her pussy split spread to cuddle the shaft of his cock. Every movement she made teased them both, and she cooed with delight while a low, feral moan came from deep in his throat.
She had never felt so flirtatious before-never so delightfully naughty, never so distinctly female. She teased, she tempted, she tormented, using her body in ways that had never before fired her imagination. Jim brought out all the lust and hunger that had been lying dormant in her for years, hidden just below the surface of respectfully, never touched by anyone but him. Not by her husband. Not by any other man.
"I want you to fuck me," she finally told him. "I want you to fuck my cunt."
A shudder shook Jim, and then he reacted. Rolling her over, he angled his body above hers with his knees between her legs and the weight of his torso resting on his elbows.
"God, Wendy," he said slowly, "tell me I'm not dreaming."
"I'm the one who's dreaming."
"I love you, baby."
"Don't lie. You love Sarenna."
"I love you, too."
"Oh, Jim! And I love you, darling." She reached up to trail a fingertip across his cheek.
He caught it and sucked it into his mouth while he made the smooth thrust that drove him into the snug channel of her cunt.
She cried out and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his soft flesh. It was a cry of passion, not pain, and it matched the feelings that rushed through him as he drove to possess the woman, fully and completely.
Hanging onto his shoulders, Wendy locked her nylon-clad legs around his hips, holding tight as he pounded into her. The nylon was soft as silk as it slid against his skin, the sensation causing his skin to tingle. Heated blood pounded through his veins, sent surging by the sledgehammer-beat of his heart.
Wendy trembled as life filled her body. She churned beneath Jim, twisting and turning against him. She bucked upward, meeting each of his downward jabs with a thrust of her own. Her muscles tightened, and then they relaxed, clutching gently to a rhythm that matched the motion of their bodies. It felt wonderful to be taken so intimately, to be sharing the strength of excitement that fired this magnificent man. She leaned up to nuzzle his neck and kiss him as their bodies worked together, the pace steadily increasing.
And then something started inside Wendy that couldn't be stopped. Her head spun as her tension wound up tighter than the mainspring of a watch. When it broke, it sent a shower of sensation through her. For a long movement, she hung on the edge of reality itself, never quite going over the edge as the thrills gently subsided.
Jim grunted enviously, knowing he had just pushed her through an orgasm. His pumping motion sped up until his hips were nothing more than a blur of energy. Leaning against her, he felt her tits strain against his chest as he forced his tongue into her mouth and duplicated there the pounding his cock was giving her pussy.
Wendy's heat rose again, the sensations all-powerful, all-consuming. The explosion in her cunt came without warning, and her hot fluids spilled. She soared on a cloud of pure pleasure while Jim pumped her full of the cream of his lust.
Spasms rippled through her body, joining her spirit to his, until he finally pulled away and fell, panting, to her side.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "that was great!"
"Oh, God, Jim, you fucked me," she moaned. "You fucked me."
"Yeah. I fucked you."
"It's...it's never been like that before," she said softly.
"For me, either."
They lay together, pondering that thought for a while, then Jim sat up. "I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join me?"
Wendy looked at her naked work partner... lover...husband. She grinned and held out a hand for him to pull her up. "Yeah! Why not?"
Jim adjusted the shower spray, then stepped into the tub behind her. "Here," he said, handing her the soap, "why don't you do me first?"
Wendy knew what he wanted. Squatting in front of him with the warm water streaming across her back, she cupped his balls in one hand and began to wash his cock with the other. The organ remained soft and supple while she thoroughly cleaned it. Then she slipped her soapy fingers between his rear cheeks and ran them up and down his ass crease. She thought about sucking it, but decided to hold off on that. Instead, her fingertips began to probe his ass-hole. He grunted and pulled her back up.
"We'll save that for later, baby," he said as he began soaping her breasts.
"Do you shower with your wife?"
"Which wife? The other one?"
She chuckled. "Yeah, Sarenna."
"Yep, we shower together sometimes. But she doesn't have big tits like you."
It pleased her to see how fascinated he was with her bosom. It did make her different from Sarenna. Special. His dick hardened as he soaped both tits until they were thick with suds.
"I can't wait to tell the guys at work about this," he said, picking up the soap.
"You wouldn't!"
"Hey, I'll be the envy of the whole department," he said, snickering, as he continued spreading soap over her tits. "When they hear what it's like to actually get your hands on these big boobs of yours-"
"You tell a single soul, and you'll never get your hands on them again," she warned.
"And if I don't tell?" he challenged, reaching down and sliding a finger into her pussy.
She sighed submissively. "What can I say to the harem master?" She tightened her pussy muscles, playing against his strokes as he finger-fucked her with the soapy finger.
"Harem, eh? Heh, heh! I like that."
"I thought you would," she growled, rubbing her soapy breasts against his chest. Her fingers were gently bringing his cock to hardness. "Lecher."
"Jeez, Wendy, baby, I guess that now that we're married, I can fuck you anytime and anyplace I want."
"You mean, now that we're married, you've got to fuck me anytime and anyplace that I want-like right here in the shower," she said, giving his prick a flick with her fingertips to check its readiness. "Oh, baby-"
He helped steady her as she held onto his shoulders and lifted one foot to the edge of the tub. With the water streaming down on them, he dipped and guided his prick to her snatch, then rose again.
It slid easily into her.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed as he started bobbing up and down, sliding his dick in and out of her cunt. She now realized that her husband was a "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" kind of man, while Jim was the type of guy who like doing different things with his prick. This was fun, playing around. The friction of his cock moving inside of her, strained by the awkward position while her soap-slick nipples rubbed against his chest, was silky smooth. His hands slid down to cradle her ass cheeks, and he slid a slippery finger into her ass-hole.
"Ooooh," she groaned, her lips puckering almost as tightly as her ass-hole was doing. He really had her juices flowing. She writhed and moved with her body pressed against him, the soap and the water making the connection slick and almost frictionless.
"Now you're going," he told her. "Who's fucking who? Oh, God, baby, my prick's on fire."
He held her hips and tried to keep her still so that his cock could stab her pussy. The tight, smooth folds of her vagina moved effortlessly over his sex extension. He couldn't wait for his cock to explode, yet he wished the delicious excitement could last forever.
"Give it a pussy squeeze," he begged. "Oh, God, yes! That's the way."
She scrunched her vaginal muscles around his moving prick. She became better with practice, and her pussy kisses added an extra bit of excitement for them both to each forward thrust that he made. While she clung to his neck to hold herself in place, his hands cruised freely over her body and his soapy fingertips teased her nipples.
"Oh, baby!" he grunted, and lurched forward, and began to stream cum into her pussy.
She squealed
"I'm cumming," he panted as he fucked her rhythmically with his pumping cock, each thrust pushing deeper into her pussy.
"Me, too!" she cried out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, too!"
The feel of the hot sperm swirling inside her vagina sent her soaring. She went through a whole series of orgasms, each one stronger than the other, before her body finally settled down.
"Wasn't that good?" he asked her softly while the water streamed down over their clasped bodies.
"Yes. It was good."
Releasing her, he turned off the water. "Are you ready to go home?"
"No," she muttered sadly. "But I guess we have to."
He held out a hand to steady her as she climbed out of the tub and marveled at the way her breasts swung as she moved, then settled back gently on her chest when she straightened up again. And they shook and shimmied, dancing together when she toweled off.
He wondered, as he watched her dress, whether this weekend had been a one-time thing, or was it just the beginning of something bigger.
She was wondering the same thing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy decided it would be best to push the memories of her Vegas weekend to the back of her mind and forget all about it. At best, it would be pleasant memory.
Actually, she decided, it was kind of nice for a woman to have a few pleasant memories. She wondered if her husband ever sowed some occasional wild oats? If so, he kept it pretty much to himself. And that seemed to be the secret to marital infidelity. What the other spouse didn't know shouldn't hurt him. Even if it involved a bigamous relationship.
"Wendy!" a voice interrupted her thought gruffly. "You're not paying attention."
"I'm sorry," Wendy apologized with a flush.
"You've been in a daze ever since you returned from Las Vegas," her boss told her, staring at her across his desk.
"I-it was pretty intense," Wendy stammered. "So many seminars-"
"Humph!" her boss grunted. "You weren't supposed to do it all. The idea behind those things is to have a little fun."
She smiled at him. "Well, Jim and I did take in a couple of the shows."
He humped again. "If I know Jim, he took in a lot more than the shows."
She didn't respond to that, but she flushed when she saw him eyeing her big bosoms.
"In fact," he went on, "I would never have let him go with any other woman except you-I don't think any of our other girls could have put him in his place." His face finally broke into a grin. "I'll bet it was a little dicey, sharing a room with him. Cramped his style, didn't it?"
"Y-you knew?"
"Wendy, I know everything that goes on around here," he said with a proud chuckle.
"Yes, it was a little dicey" she said with a sigh that caused her breasts to heave. "But we managed."
His grin deepened. "I'll just try to imagine the details," he said with a wink. Then, turning back to the document before him, "Now, as to the Concord project... "
When she returned to the office she and Jim shared, Wendy was shaking. She was glad Jim was not there. That gave her a little time to settle her thoughts. She hadn't liked the innuendoes in her boss's conversation. He knew, and she wondered if Jim had told him or if he was just jumping to conclusions-in this case, correct conclusions.
When Jim finally did walk in the door, she opened up on him. "Did you tell him?" she demanded. "Huh?"
She described her conversation with the boss, and her suspicions came rushing out.
Jim laughed. "Don't worry, Wendy...darling. I'm not the kiss-and-tell type. The boss is just guessing. It's only natural, with my reputation. But he's not putting you in the picture. Your reputation is lily-white."
"And it had better stay that way!" she stated firmly.
His eyes had a teasing gleam. "Do you think I want anything less for my own wife."
"Don't talk that way!"
"Darling, I've missed you," he said, taking her hands and pulling her toward him. "For the past three days, I've been looking at my wife and seeing you."
She groaned and touched his lapel, then allowed her cheek to drop to his shoulder. "So have I," she admitted softly. "Poor Larry. What are we going to do?"
"I was thinking about lunch together."
"We can't."
"A nooner...."
"Oh, God. Where?"
The hotel was a dumpy little place that was only a few blocks away from where they worked. The desk clerk demanded cash without even raising an eyebrow at them checking in at noon in business dress, without a single item of luggage between them. Jim signed them in as husband and wife, using his real last name.
"You shouldn't have done that," she told him as they climbed the stairs to their room.
"It's legal."
"Wrong! Whatever it is, it's very illegal! What do you suppose the penalty for bigamy is?" she asked, lowering her voice as he unlocked the door.
He laughed. "Two mothers-in-law and a big bunch of kids!"
Wendy didn't think that was very funny. She glowered at him as he let her into the room. It was stifling hot. Jim adjusted the air conditioner, and cool air began to replace the heat.
When he turned back to her, there was a new gleam in his eye. "Okay, baby," he said, licking his lips and ogling her tits. "Let's get a peek at those milk glands."
The warmth that began to fill her as she loosened her blouse had nothing to do with the oppressive heat in the room.
"Same deal as in Vegas," she chided with a grin. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
He was naked in a flash, giving her the opportunity to admire his big cock once again as it wobbled while he kicked his way out of his trousers. He left his socks on.
She tossed her bra aside and removed her panties.
"I'm gonna have me a furburger," he said, eyeing her pussy, "while the other guys in the department are eating bologna sandwiches."
"Diet food," she said with a chuckle.
"Hey, we may be onto something! A medical breakthrough. Diet, and exercise, too. If we do this every day, we should be in great shape in a month or two."
Every day! Her eyes rolled at the thought. He was joking, of course. Wasn't he?
Moving close, he curled his hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. Watching her eyes, he pulled her mouth to his.
A sigh of longing escaped from her lips as she opened them to admit his tongue. The tips of her tits snuggled into his chest hair. The feelings quickly returned-the feelings that had been sparking her dreams ever since their return from Las Vegas.
His hands wandered down to caress her bottom as he sucked on her tongue. He had developed a comfortable familiarity with her body, and there was no heated hurry to his exploration. Not yet.
"We don't have time to linger," she said, her throat dry as smoldering excitement began to fill her belly. "We have to get back to work."
"They're used to me coming back late," he murmured.
"But not me."
"Okay, baby. How do you want me."
"What do you mean."
"Asshole or pussy?"
Her gaze dipped to his charged cock and her cheeks burned. Then she looked back up with a grin. Turning toward the bed, she bent over and rested her hands on the mattress. Her butt wiggled in the air. "Your choice," she said simply, looking back over her shoulder with a smile.
He stared at her taut, ivory-fleshed ass cheeks. With her open legs forming an inviting vee, the brown dimple of her ass-hole peeked at him inviting. And below that, the plump, hairy lobes of her pussy.
"Too bad we don't have time for both," he muttered, whipping his cock into a stiff-tipped lance as he advanced toward her.
Keeping her in suspense a while longer, he leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks. The wet mouth caress sent a shudder through her body. His tongue swept through her ass crack, cleaning away the powder and the perfume that had accumulated there. He licked his lips, savoring her intimate taste-a flavor that even her husband wouldn't recognize. This part of Wendy was his only. He stiffened his tongue and stabbed it into her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she yelped.
He straightened and grinned, licking his lips. "Baby, I'll happily kiss your ass-any time."
"Fuck me, Jim," she groaned. "Fuck me, please."
Jim guided his cock with his fist and pressed forward. The lips of her pussy were warm and wet around the head of his cock. Gripping her hips, he thrust forward."
"Oooo," she cooed, feeling his cock move fully inside her. He had chosen to take her pussy, and she was glad of that. It felt so good to have that immensity stretching her love channel, those strong hips pressing firmly against her ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he breathed heavily as he started to stroke with his hard cock. "I wish I could keep this thing in you all the time."
"You've got a wife to satisfy," she reminded him. "I've got a husband."
"It's not the same thing." He grunted and stabbed into her hard once again.
It was true, she realized, her body jerking and twisting. This was very different from fucking with her husband. She started to pant in time with his cock jabs. And, apparently, he felt the same way, too. That was bad. Very bad.
"Oh, this is great, baby," he told her as a drop of perspiration dropped from his chest to her back. "You've got such a tight, warm, juicy pussy-oh, God, this is great."
His breathing had quickened, and she realized he was approaching the peak of his ecstasy. His wild thrusts increased in tempo, and Wendy pushed back, matching him stroke for stroke.
"Faster," she encouraged breathlessly, her heart hammering. "Faster, faster!"
His prick plowed rapidly into her, squishing, and causing her feminine juices to squeeze out and flow down into the white hollows of her inner thighs. Her cunt twisted mercilessly around his thick cock, making him bellow with delight and excitement.
"Baby, I love your cunt," he told her. "I love it! I love it!"
She tried to push away the perspiration-soaked strands of hair that hung around her face. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, her voice tremulous, her tail twisting and turning.
"Yes! Yes!" he returned, ramming into her cunt as her ass swung back to meet his hips. He reached around to get twin handfuls of her hanging bosoms. Her nipples became hard spikes between his fingers. He pinched them and squeezed them tight, his tit-teasing matching the beat of his cock. He shortened his stroke so that he could fuck her with rapid, staccato thrusts as the temperature in his balls rose to the boiling point.
When he was almost there, his fingers moved down and found her clitoris.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her cunt began to clutch rhythmically at his penis as it plunged in and out of her tight pussy. With their organs joined and pulsing in unison, it felt like they were two parts of a whole-half-male, half-female, both intensely experiencing the feelings of the other.
All at once, Jim let loose and started shooting hot cum into her cunt.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, yes, baby, I'm cumming in your hot pussy! Squeeze it, baby! Milk it! Send me to heaven with your pussy loving!"
Wendy scrunched her pussy muscles around his spouting cock. It was her last intentional act before the explosion went off inside her. Waves of ecstasy washed over her in time with the pulses of lust that Jim discharged in her pussy.
The pleasure was intense, the letdown frustrating when their bodies finally separated.
"What time is it?" he asked, using his undershirt to mop up the sweat that bathed his chest.
She glanced at the watch she still wore. "We've only got fifteen minutes left. We can just make it if we hurry."
"Fuck it," he said, tossing his T-shirt aside. "We're going to be late." He dropped down onto the bed. His prick had already stiffened again, and it stuck upward like a prong.
She looked at his cock with longing, and her jaw quivered. "W-we'll get fired."
He chuckled. "Not until we're done with the Concord project. That's our baby; no one else knows anything about it."
"We can't-"
"I thought you were done with being prissy."
She laughed, her imagination flaring as she looked over his sexy masculine figure sprawled nakedly across the bed. "You know all the angles, don't you?"
He reached out a hand for her. "Climb aboard, baby. I've got a special angle for you."
She giggled as she crawled onto the bed. But she didn't climb atop him the way he planned. Instead, she positioned herself over him head to foot, in a classic sixty-nine position. He made her feel confident in her womanhood, and she felt sexy with her big tits hanging down and the rounds of her ass waving in the air. Her tits swung gently, and her taut nipples dragged teasingly through the light, masculine dusting of hair that covered his chest. Peeking between her tits, she could see him staring upward, open-mouthed, staring at the gaping opening of her dark-haired snatch.
"You were saying something about a furburger?" she teased. "My mouth is watering for a taste of that foot-long hot dog you've been warming up for me."
Without waiting for a response, she licked the tip of his dick, bathing it with saliva as she cleaned away the mixed flavors of his cum and her own juices that had just been blended so pleasurably in the heated depths of her cunt. Her tongue tip reamed the little hole in its tip and coaxed forth fresh juices.
His erection was hard and strong, and the pulse that ran through its thick, blue veins was vivid against her tongue. Her teeth raked its length while she sucked it in until half its length was stretched between her cheeks.
Her pussy began dripping juices as the pleasure built in her own body.
She sighed. "I just love your cock," she said, rubbing her cheek affectionately against the saliva-wet shaft as she spoke. "I'm so glad you broke through my shell, darling. I'm so glad we're doing this."
Her confession surprised her. But no more than it did him. For a moment later, his prick made an upward lurch and shot an arc of creamy whiteness into the air that landed between her tits.
Shock, a thrill, and hilarity filled Wendy all at the same time. She had never seen a cock shoot cum before, and she laughed jubilantly and stroked the cock with her first, causing a second blast of cum to splatter over her tits. Her mouth descended to catch the final spurts of the tasty cream.
"Oh, God," she murmured, licking her lips as she looked up and rubbing the cum into her tits as if it were a beauty lotion. "That was good, darling. Wonderful!"
Only then did she become aware that his head had risen between her thighs. His lips were slurping on her juicy pink cunt, sucking out of her those same flavors she had just finished cleaning away from his cock. The lewd, lip-smacking sounds sent a lascivious thrill surging along her spine. His hands wrapped around the tops of her thighs and pulled her downward until she was smothering him with her pussy flesh. She shuddered with pleasure each time his nose nudged her joy button, and she almost swooned when his tongue began attacking it intensely.
"Ohhhh, Jim, eat my pussy!" she moaned, flicking her tongue against his drooping prick and watching it fill yet again while his mouth munched on her twat.
"Mmmmmmph!" Jim mumbled as she ground her juicy pussy lips into his face.
"Eat my pussy," Wendy demanded. "Come on, lick those cunt lips-push your tongue in there...deep-yes, yes! And don't forget my clitoh, God!" Her thighs shuddered. "That's it... "
She came, and he did too, his refilled cock splattering her face before she had the sense to cover its oozing end with her mouth. Then the sensations that rolled through took her to another world for a long, breathless moment-a world of pure sensation and thrills. Their bodies stiffened and shook and rolled and writhed together. When they fell apart, gasping for breath, their sexual hunger was at last sated.
For a time.
They cleaned and dressed quickly and used the service elevator to return to their office, only a half-hour late. No one seemed to notice-or at least, no one made an issue of it. Wendy knew how the rumor mill worked. Her reputation was probably hopelessly besmirched within an hour of their return.
But, oddly enough, she didn't care. No one could actually prove anything, and even if the rumors got back to her husband, she could deny them. He'd believe her; he trusted her. That thought made her flush guiltily, but it didn't make her regret what had happened.
The fact was, Jim had gotten under her skin-and not just because of this new, sexual aspect of their relationship. It was a feeling that had been growing in her for the three years they had worked together. A fondness...a love. The sex just capped it. And it capped it very nicely, indeed.
She had the best of both worlds-a loving husband in the evening at home, and a capable lover to spice up her lackluster daytime hours.
"Thanks for lunch," Jim murmured, bending to brush a kiss across her forehead as he passed her desk when he returned from reporting to the boss.
The intimacy made Wendy glad that the office they shared was private.
"Don't mention it," she said with a warm smile.
"We'll have to do it again sometime."
She caught her breath. "Yes," she replied softly. "We will."
Just before closing time, the boss called her aside. "You were late back from lunch," he said.
"Y-yes. We-I had some shopping to do. Jim offered to help," she added quickly. "I'll make up the time."
"Wendy, you know I don't hold you to the clock. I'm not worried about you cheating me on time. I'm just concerned about your choice of company."
"A-A-Jim?" she stammered, feigning innocence.
"He's a smooth operator. Experienced. I'm not worried about him. But I am worried about you, Wendy. You could get hurt."
"Don't worry about me," she said with a smile that didn't match the trembling inside her. "I'm a big girl, now. I can take care of myself." She gave him a jaunty wink. "But it's sweet of you to be concerned."
CHAPTER SIX
Going to work the next day, Wendy was keyed up, half-expecting that Jim would suggest the same lunchtime treat they had enjoyed the day before. But she was disappointed when she found a note from Jim on her desk. He had already been in, and he was off to the suburbs for the day. She had forgotten that he had to make a presentation to a group of engineers on the progress of the Concord project. Wendy felt a pang of jealousy as she thought of the perky-titted secretary with the strawberry curls that he would be seeing instead of her at lunchtime.
"Humph!" she grunted, trying to shrug away her catty thoughts. Jim's affairs weren't her problem-and thank goodness for that!
She chuckled. Poor Sarenna, she thought sympathetically.
She worked steadily through the morning, trying not to think about Jim. Or her husband. But thoughts about sex kept interfering with her work. God, how could she be so horny? She certainly hadn't been deprived of loving the past few days.
But now that those sexual juices had been turned on, it was hard to turn them off.
Sneaking into her thoughts were recollections of her night in Las Vegas. Not just her time with Jim, but her sexual bout with Bill, the salesman, too. Bill had been a perfect stranger. And it had been kind of fun. So sex didn't just have to be with someone you loved. Or even with a good friend. It was fun with a stranger, too.
The young man who interrupted her thoughts wasn't quite a stranger. But he was pretty nearly perfect. Eddie was the express delivery driver. He laid two packages on her desk and stared at her tits while she signed for them.
"Eddie," she sighed, "don't you ever get tired of ogling?"
He grinned. "Frustrated, maybe, but never tired."
"Don't you have a girl of your own."
"Sure-a coupla them."
Wendy thought about that as she looked him over. He looked like he was the kind of guy who could handle a couple of girls.
"How about a drink after work?" he suggested.
His proposition surprised her. "I'm a married woman," she protested. Too late, she realized that was the same defense she had used with Jim-and it hadn't worked that time, either.
"Nothing wrong with that. Marriage is a great institution."
"Yeah, but who wants to live in an institution," they repeated the punch line together. They both laughed.
"Perhaps a drink would be fun," she finally said. "Why not? But just one."
"Sure," he promised. "Just one."
Without Jim's company to liven up the day, the hours stretched long. As the afternoon lengthened, she found her anticipation building for her rendezvous with Eddie. That was silly. They were just going to have a drink together. But the thoughts broke the monotony of her work.
Eddie was, after all, a very sexy-looking guy. There was nothing really wrong with trying to imagine him naked with one of his girlfriends, was there? A woman was free to have her thoughts. She wondered about his cock. Now, that she'd had some experience, she found that subject intriguing. A guy with a strapping body like his must have a really nice one. Yes, indeed, a really, really nice one.
When she arrived, the bar was already crowded with men-men who looked beat and who were joking together as they tossed down a quick drink before tackling the traffic to get to their homes in the suburbs. Eddie was taller than most of them, and his eyes found hers as soon as she entered the door. He had changed from his delivery uniform into street clothes, chinos and a tight T-shirt that showed off his biceps.
"You did come," he said, greeting her with a smile.
"I said I would, didn't I?"
"You wouldn't believe how many times I've been stood up," he said.
"Apparently, you don't give up trying."
"Nope. I may be a loser, but I'm not a quitter."
She smiled. "You don't look like a loser to me, Eddie."
Encouraged by her remark, he led her to a table, then went to the bar to get them drinks.
They talked, and she found him to be a charming young man. And not actually that much younger than her. Instead of going on to college, he had taken a job as a truck driver right out of high school. He played hard, he told her, but he was a good worker. He had worked his way up until he was now being considered for a supervisory position.
"You should go to night school," she advised, as she nursed her third drink. "You need a degree."
"I will, as soon as I settle down." He looked at her and grinned. "Right now, my nights are pretty well tied up."
She pushed her glass away. The alcohol had given her a warm flush. "Well, don't let me hold you up. You probably have other things to do."
"No," he said, looking into her eyes. "Not tonight."
"Well, ah-"
"Tonight is reserved for you."
"I, ah, my husband is waiting."
"Call him." He slid a quarter across the table toward her. "Tell him you have to wait for the express driver to come."
Her jaw dropped, and she laughed. "God, Eddie! Does that line really work?"
He grinned. "Sometimes. Sometimes I get slapped in the face." He pressed the quarter into her hand. "The phones are over there."
She followed in her car as Eddie drove to his apartment. It would have been easy enough to have turned around and gone home, just like any respectable housewife who'd had a drink or two too many would have done. But the thoughts that were running through her mind were not the thoughts of a respectable housewife. And her pussy was itching with anticipation well before Eddie was leading her by the hand up the steps to his bachelor pad.
The apartment was small, but clean and comfortable.
"I have a maid that comes in once a week," he explained when she commented on it. "Actually, I don't spend much time here. You know how it is when you're single."
"No, I don't. I was married too soon out of high school."
"Too bad," he said, handing her an opened can of beer.
"Do you really think I missed out on something?"
"Nothing you can't make up for," he assured her. "Why don't we get out of our clothes?"
"You're pretty confident of yourself, aren't you?"
"Isn't that what we came up here for?"
"I expected a little more romancing," she said, hating his smug look.
"I prefer kissing in the nude," he said, reaching over to begin unbuttoning her blouse.
Her pulse raced as her blouse opened. The touch of his fingers made her bare skin tingle. Yes, this is what she wanted, what she had been wanting all day long. Her pussy was already swollen and wet. As he pulled away her blouse, she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, then tossed it away. She caught her breath as her nipples jiggled to a rest, her tits thrusting boldly toward him.
Eddie's eyes gleamed. He lifted her breasts in his hands and her flesh quivered. "What great tits!" Smiling, he kneaded her tit flesh for a moment, then dropped his hands and unbuckled his belt.
She watched him strip away his clothes while she finished her own undressing. His lean, hard body was wiry with muscles.
Eddie stepped back to admire her once her clothes were off. "Yep, Wendy, you've got a beautiful body," he said as his eyes took in her full naked loveliness...her big, fleshy breasts...hourglass curves...smooth, white skin...and dark-shadowed pussy. "You look like you were made for loving."
"And I expect you're going to prove that to me tonight," she purred, giving her hips a saucy grind.
"You've got that right," he replied, dropping his shorts to reveal a huge hard-on. It stood strong and tall, its red tip shaped like the head of a bullet. A clear drop of sex fluid was already seeping from the hole in the end.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"You like it?"
"I'm dripping. Does that tell you something?"
"It tells me all I need to know."
He crossed to her and raised his hands again to her tits. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers and made her gasp. Then, his hands glided down to her hips. One hand moved over to ruffle through the thicket of curls that shielded her sex.
She moaned and shifted, moving her legs apart so that his fingertips could find her cunt lips. Her own fingers slipped around his prick and stroked it gently. The shaft was long and thick, the skin lovely and smooth, and the pulsing blue vein that snaked along it felt spongy to her fingertips. Her other hand reached down to fondle the hairy pouch that held his balls.
"And now for the romancing," he said, leaning close and kissing her puckered lips while he slid one finger gently into her pussy. His thumb pressed against her clit.
She quivered. "I like the way you romance a woman," she murmured around his kiss.
"You're going to like the way I screw a woman even better."
"And you're going to like the way I suck your cock," she promised him, slipping down to her knees in front of him. She grasped his cock and slid her hand over its smooth, throbbing length.
He smiled happily, looking down at her. "Go ahead, Wendy. Suck it."
She went right to work, practicing the sexy skills that she had been perfecting with Jim. Her tongue teased the stretched shaft with long, slow strokes. Then it flicked across the tip.
Eddie gasped, and his body jerked. "Ohhh, yes, Wendy," he moaned. He ruffled his fingers through her air. "Suck it. Suck my prick."
The taste of his dick was exciting, and her own hunger was rising. She pulled the end of it deep into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on its fat, pulpy tip. She was rewarded with a steady flow of juices. Between sucks, her teeth raked lightly over its surface while her tongue swirled around it. She buried her nose in his pubic hair as she drew it as far into her throat as possible. Holding his testicles in one hand, she bobbed her head up and down and worked to give Eddie a cock suck he would long remember.
"Ohhhh...oh, God!" he hissed. His belly tensed, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. "Wendy, baby, I'm going to cum!"
She had just enough time to steel herself before he let loose with gushing blast of hot, white cream. It slid smoothly down her throat. He pumped, and another shot blasted her tonsils. Matching his rhythm, she sucked while his prick jerked, working to coax out every available drop of his tasty love juice.
"Baby, that was great," Eddie gasped as his cock dribbled from her mouth. "You're a hell of a cocksucker. God, I never would have guessed."
She chuckled and lay back on the carpet. "Now it's your turn to prove yourself," she said, spreading her shapely thighs.
His head moved right between them and he began nuzzling her dark pussy fur. Her body shuddered. When his tongue wiped across her vulva, she melted inside.
"You've got a hot, randy taste," he said. "I like that."
"Hmmm," she murmured.
His tongue formed a point and pushed between her pussy lips. Her belly quivered as she felt the tip slip deep into her body. He licked her cunt walls and tickled her sensitive interior surfaces. His tongue spiraled around and around, slipping in and out of her juicing hole. Her hips moved restlessly, pushing her cunt up against his mouth while he savored her delicate flesh. Her full breasts rolled around on her chest, amplifying the rhythm of his tongue thrusts in her hot hole.
"Yes, yesssss!" she cried. He was pushing her to the peaks of paradise. "Yes, yes, yessss!" She writhed and her hips whipped upward. "Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Eddie! God, that feels so good!"
Eddie's tongue fucked her pussy fast and furiously. Between his legs, his big cock throbbed intensely, at attention again. He couldn't wait to take this woman completely. The taste of her hot pussy was driving his lust to a fever pitch. His tongue lashed at her cunt flesh. When he pressed the tip of it against her swollen clit, he heard her shout as she went soaring into bliss.
"Oooooo...God...I'm cumming-I'm cummm-mming!" she screamed as her spirit whirled senselessly. The orgasm that ripped through her was as fierce and powerful as any she had ever experienced.
Eddie's own lust built as he watched her body writhe out of control. His hard cock pulsed gently with pent-up fervor.
"Ooooooo," she finally groaned as her weary body sagged. Her passion eased, for the moment. "Ohhh, Eddie," she said, beaming up at him as he leaned over her, "that was nice. Really nice. I really liked that." Then, she saw his hard cock. "Oh, my! Oh, my, oh, me!" She raised her knees again and made a cradle for his hips. "Come on, Eddie. Fuck me now."
"You're great, Wendy," he told her as he moved into position. "I like a woman who-likes to fuck."
"Don't they all?" she crooned.
"Some just go through the motions."
"Poor girls-ohhh!" She shuddered as she felt the head of his prick wedge into her cunt. "Ohhh, yes." He angled his hips and pushed forward. His prick pierced her cunt portals and its long length slid smoothly through her clinging membranes.
He let out a low groan and started fucking her. Her cunt was as hot as an oven, as smooth as velvet, and as tight as a glove. He could feel the gentle pulse that ran the length of her love canal, and her heat transferred to him, sending hot flames to lick his balls and make the cum that surrounded them boil with suppressed energy.
Their union was almost liquid, his rock-hard prick plunging into her dripping-wet pussy. Squishy sounds arose as she squirmed around his plundering pole. Their already aroused passions built quickly toward another climactic peak.
"Oh, God, Eddie!" she squealed, her hips thrashing wildly. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Oh...oh...oh, yes...ahhhh!"
"We'll cum together!" he gasped, thrusting rapidly. "Ungh...ungh...ungh...ohhhh!"
And then, something snapped. His cock jerked and spat out a white wad that spattered her insides. She reacted, her cunt convulsing around his spouting cock. Together, they rode the white hot blast of passion that sent them soaring into oblivion.
Then, they pulled apart. Lying side by side on the floor, their bodies cooled as their passion faded.
Larry felt uncomfortable. He had never been in a place like this before. But when Wendy had called about being stuck at work and he was faced with an evening at home alone, he had decided to go out. Just for a drink or two, that's all. He had often seen the sign on the outside of the bar that proclaimed "40 Nude Dancers-Topless & Bottomless Too." It had always seemed redundant. Naked dancers? Topless and bottomless? Wasn't it all the same thing?
Larry had parked in the shadows. He was thankful that the entrance to the club wasn't in clear view of the streets. He'd never live it down if one of his buddies ever saw him going into a dive like this.
The interior was smoke-filled, the music blaring. There was only a handful of patrons, and Larry made sure that he didn't know any of them before he let a scantily clad waitress seat him right before the small stage just as a tall, voluptuous blonde wearing a white gown and high heels stepped up onto the table-level dance floor. Larry's attention was distracted while the waitress got him settled and brought him a drink. He left the small pile of one-dollar bills that was his change lying beside his glass.
The blonde jiggled and wiggled through the first number, her gyrations becoming more seductive as the music changed to something with a more primitive beat. Raising her smooth arms over her head, she buried her fingers in her hair and poked out her generous breasts provocatively. His eyes moved down to watch the erotic sway of her hips, and he noticed the way her thighs strained against the material of her gown. When she bumped forward, he could see the swell of her pussy. Blue eyes stared back at him and ruby-red lips puckered in a kiss as she turned her attention fully on him.
Larry shifted uncomfortably, but he responded with nervous encouragement when she plucked at her dress with her fingers and silently asked him if he wanted her to pull it upward. Without taking her eyes off his, she slowly inched her dress upward and off.
Larry's breath deepened as he stared at the smooth stretch of bare white thigh that was revealed between her sheer stockings and the skimpy pair of panties that wrapped around her snatch. A low-cut bra strained to hold in her ample tits. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he studied the deep-dimpled navel that punctuated her smooth, flat belly. Other than his wife, Wendy, Larry had never seen a woman so scantily attired.
This had been a mistake, Larry realized. He didn't belong in a place like this. He reached for his money and looked toward the door just as the music ended again.
"Leaving so soon, honey?" a soft voice asked in the short silence while the music changed.
Startled, Larry looked up at the blonde. With a smile that was just for him, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. The music started again. Larry couldn't move. He stared, mesmerized, at the woman's naked breasts as she slid down onto her knees right before him and spread her thighs. She leaned back and her panties tightened around her slit. He could see dark kinky curls peeking around the leg bands as she ground her pussy before him. "Damn!" he muttered.
She grinned and leaned forward, letting her boobs droop just out of arms reach. Taking a bill off the top of his stack, she stuffed it into the top of her stocking, then moved down to tease another patron.
Larry was hooked, now. Without taking his eyes off the dancer, he accepted another drink from the waitress and paid again with a twenty.
After coaxing several more tips, the dancer moved to the center of the small stage and lay down on the floor. With her shapely profile to the ogling audience, she lifted her legs in the air and peeled off her panties. Then she turned so that her ass was facing the crowd and split her raised legs in a vee.
Larry's dick hardened as he stared directly at the blonde's pussy. A trace of pink winked at him from between the dark curls of her furry muff. Naked, she rose for her final strut around the dance floor. She stopped before him and he reached for a bill to stuff into her stocking. She frowned disappointedly, and he caught himself. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a twenty. His hand shook as he stuffed it into the top of her stocking. With a dip and a twist, she brushed her pussy against the back of his hand, than moved away and down the bar.
His heart pounding, Larry looked at his hand. The back was wet, gleaming with a thin line of pussy juice. He looked up just as the dancer left the stage and a red-headed girl in a bikini somersaulted onto the stage and did a cartwheel, then a handstand. But his attention was still focused on the blonde who was just visible off the stage. Almost imperceptibly, the blonde motioned for him to follow her.
At first, Larry thought he was imagining things. But what if it were true? Quietly, Larry got up. There was a door off to the side where the blonde had exited that led to the rest rooms. Larry followed the dark hallway pass the restrooms and cautiously entered a door at the end marked "Private."
"Hi, hon."
He caught his breath. He was in a dressing room, and the blonde was seated at a dressing table before him. She was still naked.
"I was wondering if you'd come."
She moved toward him with a big smile, hips swinging, tits bobbing, cunt curls flexing.
"I like big tippers."
Without saying another word, she dropped down before him and rubbed her hand over the embarrassing bulge in his pants.
"My, hon, you've really got a big one here, don't you?"
"Y-you," he gulped, "really put on a good show."
"Oh, I just love it when guys get their rocks off watching me," she gushed as she opened his pants. "I'd just love to fuck 'em all-but, of course, you know I can't do that." Pulling down his shorts, she let his big, bloated, hard-on spring into view. "Wow! That is a nice one!"
Larry's cock jerked against her soft hand when she touched it. Her small fingers curled around the throbbing shaft and gently began to tug at it.
"You're big and full, aren't you? You really need to cum."
"Y-y-yes," he muttered.
She pumped on his prick and the tip began to drool.
"Look at all that nice, icky juice," she said, slicking her fingers with the oily fluid so that she could coat his shaft and make her hand slide more easily up and down.
His hips began to hump, thrusting his cock in and out between her fingers.
"Ohhh, hon, you are hot! I'll bet you'd give me a nice tip if I sucked you off, wouldn't you? Huh?"
"Y-y-yeah."
"Fifty?"
"Fifty?" Larry stiffened. "Hell, no! Twenty-"
"Forty?"
"T-thirty."
The blonde chuckled. "You're on, hon," she said, then she dipped her head and licked his cock with her hot, wet tongue.
Larry groaned and tried to push his prick into her mouth. But she held him off, tickling his meat with the tip of her tongue and making it throb for release. He finally gave up, realizing that she knew more than he did about how to excite a man's dick. She licked and sucked and blew ever so gently over the fleshy pole.
After a while, she was sucking on his prick-head, drawing out and savoring his precious love juice. Only Wendy had ever sucked his cock before, and he couldn't remember her ever taking the time to stimulate it so thoroughly. They seldom did that anymore; their love life had become pretty stagnant. God, if he could just get her to go down on him with half the enthusiasm of this little minx.
"Suck me!" he demanded. "Now! Make me cum." Then, more gently, he pleaded, "Please."
The blonde let his cock slide between her lips and over her tongue. Larry felt the head of his dick rub across the roof of her mouth until it was jammed into her throat. She muttered a grunt and began stroking with her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned "God! Yes!"
Larry's cock slipped in and out of the blonde's mouth. It became wet and shiny with saliva. His hips bucked, adding to the force of her mouth strokes. Gradually, he speeded up...until his balls began to churn.
Wanting to hold the high for as long as possible, he pulled back. But the blonde would give him no peace. Her lips stroked him faster and faster, until he shook with passion.
"God, baby-" he cried as his cock squeezed forth its first gush of love cream.
"Mmmmmph!" the dancer moaned, her lips tightening around his dick as it spewed its hot load down her throat. It gushed and she swallowed, gushed... and swallowed, until her stomach was full and his scrotum was drained.
"I'm sorry," Larry muttered as he tucked his prick back into his pants.
"Sorry, hon? For what?"
"For cumming in your mouth like that."
"Don't be silly," the naked woman chided as she took the money he offered and laid it on her dressing table. "Come back again. I love to suck cocks almost as much as I love to dance."
"I don't know," he mumbled. "My wife-"
"Hey, bring her along." She gave him a big wink. "I eat pussy, too."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim liked tits. He'd seen and handled quite a few during his single days, but he'd had to give up that hobby when he married Sarenna. Not that there was anything wrong with his wife's pretty boobies. They were perfectly shaped handfuls of exciting woman flesh. But he missed the variety. Getting his hands on Wendy's massive charms had renewed his interest in tits.
And Samantha had a nice set. Just the kind he'd like to get his hands on. The strawberry-curled secretary was a flirty little thing. He wondered if she was all talk and no play.
"Welcome back," she told him with a big smile when he presented himself to see her boss. "It's always refreshing to see a handsome guy like you when you work with a bunch of stuffed-shirts like I do." She grimaced for emphasis.
"What's the matter, don't they chase you around the desk enough?" he returned good-naturedly.
"Oh, they chase, all right." She winked at him. "There's just no one here I'd care to lose to."
Jim's dick twitched in his trousers. If that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was one. "How about lunch after my presentation?" he suggested. "I promise, I'll give you time to get into your running shoes."
She laughed, and a toss of her head sent her strawberry curls dancing. Jim wondered if her pussy hair was a matching shade.
Samantha did better than lunch. She wrangled the entire afternoon off. "Call me Sam, not Samantha," she said as she settled into his car and bent toward his cigarette lighter. "God," she said, sucking in a big breath of smoke, "that's good. They don't let you smoke at all in that building."
Jim lit a cigarette for himself. "They're just trying to save your life," he muttered as he squinted through the smoke to steer his car out onto the highway.
"Ha! They're just trying to save on the cost of their employee health insurance!"
"Still, they're trying to do you a favor."
"They can keep their favors. Let me enjoy my vices."
"Vices?" He chuckled. "You have others?"
Leaning back against the door, she shuffled out of her shoes and laid her feet across his lap. "Honey, I have all kinds of vices."
He liked the sound of that. Reaching down, he squeezed one of the small, stocking-clad feet that rested over his cock and asked her, "Where to?"
"Let's just stop by Mickey D's and get a burger to go."
"Are you sure that's all you want?"
"Honey, I want a lot more than that," she said, rubbing her heel into his lap to tease his cock. "But we have to eat something."
"And then what?"
"Holiday Inn, Ramada-take your pick. I like them both. The others around here are sleaze joints."
They had a little problem finding a room so early in the afternoon. Check-out time had just passed and the maids were still making beds and swapping towels. But a twenty-dollar tip did wonders, and they were given a room with a panoramic view of the entire valley.
"Nice view," he commented as he stared at the scenery while he munched the last of his hamburger.
"Thank God for that. It keeps the tourists coming."
"You like tourists?"
She came up behind him and pushed her head under his arm to lean against him. "Half of them are men-and a good number of them are out for a good time. We've got the swingingest night life between San Francisco and LA."
He chuckled and slipped his hand down behind her to fondle her shapely ass. "And, I take it, you like men."
"Love 'em." She wiggled out of his embrace and moved in front of him. Without her shoes, she was a good foot shorter than he was. "I'm warning you, some guys think I'm a nymphomaniac."
His eyes widened. She looked so innocent. "And are you?"
She laughed. "I've never had it checked out. If I am, I'd sure hate to be cured." Turning teasingly, she pushed back against him and wiggled her behind against the hard-on that had begun to rise in his pants.
Jim gently grasped her bare arms and bent to kiss the side of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm. His hands moved around to fondle her tits through her blouse. His fingers gently shaped and stroked the mounds. They were excitingly soft, yet firm at the same time.
"So why aren't you married?" he asked her softly. "If you like to fuck so much?"
"Because I've never met a man who can satisfy me," she replied honestly. "Not night after night after night. I wear them all out."
She wasn't bragging, he realized. Just stating a fact. He wondered if he would be able to satisfy her. She seemed enough for him. He could feel her nipples sharpen as he manipulated them through her clothing. He could imagine they were tingling.
"Mmmmm," she cooed. "You have a way with tits. You've got me tingling all over."
Leaning back against him, she brushed her bottom against him again. His prick was stiff now. The crack of ass caught it as she wiggled from side to side, and the round globes of her buttocks brushed hard against its length. It was a light stimulation, muted by the layers of clothing that separated them, but it was pleasant. He felt her belly quiver as he flattened his hand over it and he tried to pull her closer.
"Let's get your things off," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear as his fingers began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.
She shuddered. "Yes, of course." She reached down and unhooked her skirt herself.
He released her as her skirt slid down her hips and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it, then stooped to pick it up. Wearing only her bra and pantyhose, she folded her garments and laid them carefully on a chair. Her skin looked soft and creamy, and he could clearly see the darkish vee of her pubic bush through the sheer nylon that covered her from the waist down.
Jim came up behind her again and pulled her small, scantily clad body into his arms. Her breasts felt warm now, with only her bra to shield them from his hands, and the sharp points of her nipples were vivid through the thin lace covering. He gently pinched the delicate buds while his prick pushed between her buttocks.
"I've never made love to a nympho," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She shuddered again. "Most men find it interesting... at first."
"At first?"
"They tire...after a while."
Pushing down the shoulder straps of her bra, he kissed and soothed with his tongue the red marks left in her soft flesh. "I'll outlast you," he promised her, unhooking her bra, "or I'll die trying."
His hands moved back to catch her naked breasts. Her bare skin was warm and slightly sweaty. He . squeezed the mounds, fondled them, and reached up with his fingertips to tease her nipples. His penis bulged painfully in his trousers, straining for her. He moved a hand down over her belly, only to be frustrated by the top band of her pantyhose.
"Let's get rid of these," he said, grasping the nylon and tugging it down over her hips and thighs. He dropped to his knees to strip the clinging material off her legs and her feet. Then, he kissed her naked buttocks.
Sam quivered.
His tongue fluttered over her firm ass cheeks. She tasted feminine and powdery. His tongue moved into the divide that separated her cheeks. Sweat had accumulated there, giving it a saline taste. He licked up and down the split, and her body quivered each time his tongue passed over the bud of her ass-hole.
She winced and squeezed her tits as the tremors shook her. Staring at her flushed image in the mirror, she saw the spikes of her turgid nipples poking between her fingers. And all that was visible behind her were the shoulders of the man who was kissing her ass.
"Don't you think you'd better get undressed?" she asked in a voice that was soft and dry.
He rose and stepped away from her. His face was flushed.
Turning back, she watched as he undressed. His chest was broad and lightly-haired. Nice muscles. Sinewy arms. She had met a few guys who could keep up with her, and he looked like he might be one. Fire flared in her belly as his trousers came away and she saw the big bulge in his shorts. She squeezed her tits and stared when he stripped them down, exposing first a thick mass of black pubic hair, then the thick, fleshy, hose-like length of his male organ. The thick tube of flesh had a swollen, purple head that slowly rose to a half-mast position as he stepped out of his shorts.
"Sorry," he said as he grasped his prick and gently flexed it, shaping it into a menacing sex weapon, "I don't do this regularly, so I don't carry condoms."
Without commenting, she reached for her purse and tossed him a small, foil packet.
He started to tear it open, but she stopped him.
"Don't sheath that handsome thing yet," she said, moving toward him and taking his penis in her tiny hand. Her fingers curled around the firm shaft and gently stroked it. "Let me play with it for a while, first. Okay?"
"Pleasure yourself," he grunted.
"And you too," she said with a smirk.
Dropping down to her knees before him, she gave his prick a kiss and tongued the tiny slit in the end to coax out a drop of love fluid. Her nostrils puckered as they picked up his strong male aroma.
He brushed his hand over her reddish hair as her fingers tugged down on his scrotum to bring the tip of his dick in line with her lips.
She began sucking his cock.
His thighs shook and he groaned. Her mouth was warm around his cockhead. As her lips squeezed around it, he pushed forward and gently worked its immensity into her throat. Then, her lips began sliding back and forth over the shaft, making it slick with her saliva.
When he was almost ready to fire, she eased back. "I'd love to suck you off, honey," she said, "but it's going to take everything you've got to satisfy my pussy. Let's fuck."
Although his cock was aching for release, he couldn't argue with her logic. He followed her twitching ass to the bed. She pushed him down onto his back and leaned over him. She gave his prick another kiss and teased it with her lips.
She just couldn't get enough of his cock, could she? Well, he didn't mind that. He grabbed her hips and pulled the lower part of her body over his chest. She was light and easy to move. He gazed at her pretty sex for a moment. Her pussy curls had a deep red, burgundy tinge, that was much darker than the hair on her head. They had been trimmed into a short, even patch that surrounded a dainty set of dimpled lips. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he gently pulled them apart with his fingers to expose the inner lips. Hers was less ragged than most pussies he had seen, forming a perfect, pink-hued oval that opened grudgingly to expose her glistening inner hole. Pulling her tasty-looking pussy down to his face, he pushed his prick upward between her lips.
Sam groaned when his tongue parted her labia. She was warm and syrupy inside. Knowing that he was going to have to give this little minx a lot more than he was going to get, he went directly for her clit. His hands clutched her buttocks and pulled her pussy tight against his lips. While he sucked her sex, her mouth stroked up and down on his cock.
He focused his attention on the small fleshy nubbin at the apex of her cunt opening. His tongue alternated between gently licking the clit button and pressing it back so hard against her pelvic bone that it felt like it was going to burst. Each tongue flick sent a pulse of pleasure through her, each forceful nudge of his tongue tip made her shudder with built-up tension. Heat rose from her clit to warm the length of her cunt. Flames began to lick upward over her belly. Her eyes closed as lust overwhelmed her and she let out a sharp cry. She came with an explosion that made her cunt walls clap together tightly. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. She sobbed as she came, great, wrenching sobs that came from deep within her while her insides convulsed. But rather than satisfy her, the orgasm left her gasping for more.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Please. Fuck me. Make me cum some more. Fuck me, fuck me."
Jim rolled her over. His cock was an alarming shade of red, stretched and aching. He took only a moment to tear open the condom packet and smooth the think-skinned membrane down over his prong. Then he shoved his straining erection into her vagina. His girth filled the opening and moved fully into her as he made short hunches with his ass. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his balls come to rest in the nest formed by the junction of her legs.
"That feels great," he breathed.
"Wonderful!" she cried.
"So warm...so tight... "
She let out a long sigh as she felt his organ stretching her vaginal walls. She liked the feel of a thick cock-liked the hot breath of a man's excitement washing over her tits and her shoulders as he struggled to fuck her.
'Tight," he said with a groan. "Pure torture... "
His balls bumped against the sensitive area that separated her cunt from her ass-hole, and his cock hairs meshed with the short, trimmed curls that circled her cunt. He wagged his hips each time he rammed into her, rotating his pole in her clinging pussy. She rocked with him, and rolled in opposition, stretching out the excitement more than either of them thought possible.
"Is it good?" he asked her.
"It's great!" she gasped.
"Do you wanna cum?"
"Yes, yes!"
Gripping her buttocks, he forced himself deep into her and ground the base of his cock against her charged clit. She felt the first warm spurt of cum as it sprayed inside her. Fireworks exploded in the back of her skull. Crying out, she bounced her spasming body against his spurting cock. Bliss overtook her mind.
It was more devastating for him. Bit by bit, it consumed his power.
They rested, then fucked again. And again.
It was dark before he finally pulled away from her, completely exhausted.
"That's it," he gasped. "I've had it. No more."
She cuddled up against him, pressing her tits against his sweat-drenched chest. "That's all right, honey, you tried."
He croaked out a response.
She chuckled, then groaned disappointedly when her fingers were no longer able to detect a trace of life between his legs.
She sat up and pushed a wet, strawberry-colored curl back from her forehead. "Maybe if we rest a while?"
"Sam!" He groaned. "Please, baby... " She just chuckled and settled with her thighs around his face. "Have a munchie, honey... "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim's wife, Sarenna, had noticed a cooling in the intensity of their relationship. Not that sex with Jim wasn't great-it was still the best she'd ever had. She and Jim had both had an active sex life before getting married. But now that the bloom was beginning to wear off the rose, she was beginning to miss the old life...the excitement and the variety of having a different lover occasionally. Of course, it wasn't an itch she was planning to scratch. She certainly wouldn't jeopardize her marriage just for a little fun in the sack.
It wasn't something that she talked about with Jim. But the subject came up often in conversation with her friends. It seems that she wasn't the only one who felt hemmed in by the restrictions of marriage.
"I can't believe that Jim's not the greatest lover in the entire world," her friend Jillian told her over lunch at Whitley's, the only department store that still had a tea room. Jillian and the third young woman at the table, Buffy, were old college chums of Sarenna.
"Oh, he is," Sarenna assured the bright-eyed brunette. Thick, dark curls cascaded to Jillian's shoulders and rippled with her animated movements.
"But, dahling," said Buffy, in the thick, affected manner that was normal for her, "even the best book grows stale when you know the ending."
"Exactly!" said Sarenna.
Jillian sighed. "It's true." Her gaze turned nostalgic. "Do you remember that time we shared a room with those three basketball players from State?"
Sarenna blushed. "Do I!"
"We absolutely fucked our sweet heads off, didn't we, dears?" said Buffy with a hearty chuckle.
Their laughter faded as each of the three let their thoughts return to the good old days.
Jillian said as much, "Ah, yes, the good old days... "
"Were not all that great, when you get down to it," Buffy said, turning up her nose. "All those smelly, sweaty men-most of whom where unable to utter a complete thought without using the "F" word."
"So, just what do you do for sex nowadays," Sarenna asked frankly.
"Well, of course, there is the old hubby," she replied with a dry laugh. "And then there are the neighbors."
Jillian stared at her, aghast. "You don't mean you're doing the neighbor's husband?"
"The neighbor's husband? Goodness, no! I'm doing the neighbor."
Sarenna grinned at her friend. "Tell us more," she said with interest, pushing aside the last section of her club sandwich, uneaten.
"If you've never done sex with a woman," Buffy said, staring first into Sarenna's eyes, then Jillian's, "you have missed one of life's special pleasures."
"Oh!" squealed Jillian. "I can't believe what you're saying!"
"She's right," Sarenna affirmed softly.
"Y-you've done it, too?"
Sarenna smiled at the dark-haired woman. "Buffy and I experimented one time," she said, remembering a sultry, summer day, years ago.
Jillian pouted. "And you left me out?"
Buffy chuckled and Sarenna grinned. "Ah, what a pity," Buffy said with a sigh. "I do think we've done our friend a disservice."
Sarenna looked at her watch. "It's still early. We have plenty of time to make up for past omissions."
"My place or yours, or yours?" Jillian asked flippantly, looking from one to the other.
"Let's make it Buffy's," Sarenna answered. "Perhaps her neighbor friend might join us to make it a foursome."
The three women had different feelings when they entered Buffy's home. Buffy had a satisfied smirk, Sarenna was aglow with anticipation, and
Jillian had to force a nervous smile.
"Are you excited?" Buffy asked, reaching out boldly to touch one of Jillian's breasts.
The young dark-haired woman jumped.
"Don't fight it," Buffy cooed, sliding her hand over the ample mound that stretched the clinging wool of her friend's pullover.
"No," Sarenna said, adding her encouragement. "Just go with the flow."
"It just seems so...weird." She trembled, but at the same time, excitement filled her eyes. "I just can't believe that you guys have actually done it."
"Dahling, you make us sound like a couple of lesbians."
"T-that's not what I meant."
"Actually," said Sarenna with a grin, "we're just a couple of horny sluts."
Jillian laughed, and her resistance eased. "Then I guess I fit in."
"Yes," Buffy commented in a passion-deepened voice. "The three of us have always been soul sisters, haven't we?"
She held out her arms, and there was a sudden feeling of erotic tension in the room. Jillian swallowed hard, then she moved into the other woman's arms. Excitement filled Sarenna as she watched her two friends. Jillian was slightly taller and a little more slender than Buffy. While her black hair tumbled to her shoulders, Buffy's nut-brown curls were cut close and left the back of her neck bare.
No longer resisting, Jillian let their lips come together. Their mouths fused in a deep kiss that was highly sexual from the start. Jillian let out a soft sigh, parting her lips to allow Buffy's tongue to enter her mouth.
Buffy's hand slipped under Jillian's top and the dark-haired woman gasped as her friend's fingers worked their way under her bra. "Oh, God, Buffy! My tits have never been touched by another woman."
"Have I got your juices flowing, dahling?"
"Oh, yes! I'm creaming up a storm."
"Don't worry, dahling. I'll clean it up for you." She licked around Sarenna's lips suggestively.
The girl shuddered. "Oh, gawd!"
When Buffy started to pull up Jillian's knit top, Sarenna's fingers started working on Buffy's clothes. Together, the two women undressed each other. In a moment, Sarenna's eyes were treated to the sight of two pairs of tits, the flesh looking soft and tender. Her own body stirred with excitement at the sight of the two half-naked women.
Buffy twisted her torso, rubbing her tits against Jillian's. Buffy's breasts were bigger than either Sarenna's or Jillian's, slightly pendulous, and they were capped with big brown nipples. Jillian's slender body had more of an athletic look. Her tits were round and firm-looking, melon-sized mounds of thrusting, pink, feminine flesh with pointy, rose-colored nipples. There didn't seem to be an extra ounce of flesh on her smoothly muscled thighs and legs.
Tits interlocked, they kissed some more, dallying to allow their hands time to fully explore each other's body. Sarenna had to fight back the urge to throw off her own clothes and join them. But she figured it was best to let Buffy initiate Jillian in her own way-the same sweet way she had done with Sarenna that sultry afternoon, years ago.
Buffy slowly became more insistent, pulling Jill's slender body hard against her as their passion increased. Their bellies rubbed together and their hands never stopped moving. Clasping Jillian's bottom in her hands, Buffy squeezed and fondled her ass cheeks while she rubbed their breasts together. Their hardened nipples bumped and knocked together. As their bellies began grinding together more sensually, Sarenna could easily imagine the moisture that was building between their thighs. She had a similar feeling, a wetness underneath her skirt that was saturating her panties.
Buffy bent her head to suck one of Jillian's stiff nipples while her fingers worked with the fastening of her skirt. The skirt slid down her legs, leaving Jillian's shapely ass and pussy covered only by a pair of white bikini panties. Jillian threw her head back and moaned as Buffy tried to take a full tit into in her mouth. Her lips tugged at Jillian's nipple, stretched it out playfully and then let the elastic flesh snap back into position.
Parting their bodies, Buffy got naked herself and then tugged down Jillian's panties. She pressed her own naked crotch tight against Jillian's sex. Then she kissed her way down Jillian's torso. As her lips wandered over Jillian's belly, Buffy grasped her buttocks and gently kneaded the soft flesh.
Buffy's hand moved between Jillian's thighs. Her fingers gently rustled the clump of curls that covered her friend's plump mound. And when Jillian gasped, Sarenna knew Buffy's fingers had found her labia.
Jillian shifted, spreading her legs further apart. "Oh, Buffy," she groaned. "You're wicked, girl!"
Buffy chuckled and pulled back to give Sarenna a clear view of Jillian's sex. The dark curls were feathered to the sides, and the slit with its protruding pink folds was clearly evident. The swollen flesh glistened with fluids.
"What do you think, dahling?" Buffy asked, addressing Sarenna. "Doesn't it look good enough to eat?"
"Mmmmmm," Sarenna murmured, pulling her hand away from where it had been rubbing against her skirt. "Do I get a taste, too?"
Buffy moved aside graciously. "Be my guest."
"Ohh!" Jillian squealed as Jillian dropped to a crouch in front of her, her face level with her mound. "You guys are terrible!"
Sarenna had a momentary mental image of herself, kneeling, fully clothed, between her naked friends legs. God, how erotic, she thought. How exciting!
Sarenna ran her fingers through the dark thicket that covered the base of Jillian's belly. The densely covered mound was a ripe bulge of femininity.
Using her fingers, she rearranged the pink folds of her friend's cunt flesh. She pulled back the puffed outer lips of Jillian's sex to expose more of the glistening pink interior. Her nose wrinkled at the hearty smell of Jillian's femininity. Her friend was fully aroused and juicing copiously.
Spreading Jillian's thick cunt lips apart, she exposed the prominent bulge of her clitoris. One finger slowly caressed the stiff little sex button. Jillian shivered in response, and Sarenna could feel the pulsing.
Jillian moaned and immediately climaxed. Sarenna's fingers stroked the charged clitoris, helping her friend along as her features contorted with ecstasy. Her juices gushed warm juices over Sarenna's fingers.
"God," she moaned as her shudders became less forceful. "That was beautiful. You guys sure know how to please a woman."
"Honey," Sarenna muttered, "the best is yet to come."
With that, Sarenna parted Jillian's cunt flesh with her tongue.
Jillian started, and her body bucked, mashing her cunt against Sarenna's mouth.
"Oh, God!" she squealed. "You've got your tongue in my fuck hole! Oh, God, Sarenna! This is terrible!"
"Terribly good," Buffy commented with a chuckle. Standing, naked, with her arms crossed over her tits, she was intently watching the fuck scene.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Jillian's teeth chattered. "It's good!" Then, turning to Buffy, she struck a wanton pose and asked, "Don't you want a taste?"
The other two women laughed, surprised at their friend's sudden and total acceptance of their perverse desires.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me from it," Buffy said, quickly replacing Sarenna between Jillian's legs. Jillian opened her thighs further and wiggled her sopping cunt mound provocatively in her friend's face.
"Oh, yeah," Buffy hissed, her nostrils puckering at the scent as she jabbed two fingers into Jillian's wet sex hole. "That's a fine pussy!"
"Come on," Jillian coaxed, her belly moving back and forth as Buffy's fingers fucked in and out of her stretched vagina.
This was it, Sarenna thought. A total capitulation to lust on all three of their parts. And the fact that it was an all-female thing made it even more special. Although the three had always been bosom friends, this joining of their lascivious natures made their friendship as total and complete as a marriage between a man and a woman.
Watching them, Sarenna quickly stripped her own clothing off. She pushed her panties off her firm buttocks and over her muscular calves, then kicked them aside. Straightening, she fluffed the prominent bush of pubic hair at the joining of her thighs. The dense thicket was damp and glistened with little pearls of moisture. Fingering herself, she opened the petals of her sex flower to expose the heated pink interior to the coolness of the open air. Parting her thighs and legs, she gently rubbed her split while she watched her two friends going at it together.
Buffy's tongue was now fluttering over Jillian's labia. Pulling her cunt lips apart with her fingers, Buffy's tongue whipped back and forth across the pink protrusion of Jillian's clit.
"Oh, my, dahling! You are a mouthful," the kneeling woman murmured between clit licks.
"Yes! Yes!" Jillian hissed, rocking her belly back and forth against Buffy's face. "Eat me, Buffy! Eat my pussy!"
Watching, Sarenna's body began to shudder. Her hand became more insistent, rubbing against her hairy crotch. Her attention gradually focused on the area at the top of her split. She wished that she was in there instead of Buffy. Her appetite had only been whetted. Her very soul now yearned for the taste of another woman.
An idea came to her as her eyes focused on the gently rolling contours of Buffy's buttocks that rose in the air while her face worked in Jillian's crotch. Her legs were spread in a crouch so that she could get under the standing woman. Jillian, peering between her legs, could just make out the hairy, protruding folds of her friend's cunt. Now and then they rubbed against the carpet, and a wet stain had formed beneath her split.
Unable to resist, Sarenna slipped down onto the floor and scooted between Buffy's thighs. She watched Buffy's cunt wiggle just inches above her while she heard Sarenna's mewls of pleasure as she got tongue-fucked. Unknowingly, Buffy made a sudden dip and her cunt jammed in Sarenna's mouth. Sarenna's tongue pierced her immediately. Buffy did not rise away from it. Instead, she hunched down, pressing her cunt firmly into Sarenna's face.
Unaware that Sarenna had made it a threesome, Jillian thrust her hips forward for her tongue-fucking while Buffy's open sex wiggled over Sarenna's mouth. The juices that flowed over Sarenna's tongue were thick, warm and sweet.
Doubly thrilled, Buffy clutched Jillian's buttocks and pulled the woman's cunt even closer, trying to make it a part of herself. Her face was wet with Jillian's juices, and her lips and tongue tingled with excitement. A deeper, even more intense rumbling began in her belly, spurred by the tongue that was spearing her twat.
Sarenna's tongue licked away juices and spread saliva all over Buffy's nether face, teasing her cunt lips, her clit, and even moving up to lick between her buttocks. Her tongue tip deliberately tickled her friend's perineum-the sensitive little strip of flesh that separated her ass-hole from her cunt.
Sarenna moved her hands back down to her own crotch. She wanted all three of them to cum together. There was nothing she could do about the action that was taking place above her, but she could tell by the short, quick pacing of Jillian's squeals that the dark-haired woman was just about ready for another climactic cum. With the skillful use of her tongue and her fingers, she could do it.
As Jillian's squeals sharpened, Buffy began to quiver. Jillian's tongue laved her butt split, then worked deep into the musky, murky hole of her femininity. Her fingers rapidly stroked her own clitoris, now and then sliding into her slushy sex pit for more slick fluids to spread around her cunt lips.
Suddenly, Jillian let out a sharp shout. Sarenna's tongue whipped across Buffy's clit. Buffy started a long moan, then her pelvis jerked. Almost satisfied, Sarenna pressed her thumb hard against her own clit.
Complete satisfaction suddenly surged through her. Building waves of pleasure made her ass thump against the floor until the final explosion that tore through her body and ripped her limbs to pieces and sent her spirit soaring to the heavens.
All three women fell into a pulsating heap of passion. For a brief moment, their three spirits melded into one. The result was a bone-jarring, cataclysmic experience, un-like anything any one of them had ever experienced individually.
Grinning wickedly, they separated.
CHAPTER NINE
"What the hell's going on?"
All three women looked up at the figure that stood looming over them. The masculine figure. The masculine figure with his hands planted firmly on his hips and a stern expression on his face.
It was Brant, Buffy's husband.
"What are you doing home so early?" his surprised wife asked.
"Never mind what I'm doing. What are you doing? Besides, it's not early."
Buffy glanced at the clock and laughed, feigning carefree indifference. "My, how time flies-"
"-When you're having fun," Sarenna couldn't help but add.
Brant gave the naked woman a withering look, then turned back to his wife.
"You haven't answered my question. What's the meaning of this?"
Having regained her composure, Buffy stood up with as much aplomb as if she had been fully dressed, and moved over to sit on a chair. "Just a girl thing," she said with a wave of her hand. "You know-"
"It looks like an orgy," her husband grunted, trying to resist the impulse to look over her naked friends. Neither seemed to have regained her composure enough to bother covering herself.
"Nonsense," chided the wife. "How could you have an orgy without men? Where do you suppose they are? Hiding behind the drapes? Don't be silly. I told you, it's just a friendly woman thing."
"A woman thing?" His anger softened. "Rollicking naked on the floor? It looks like you've been, ah-"
"-Fucking each other?" Sarenna helped out.
"Well, it does look that way."
"A typical male reaction," said Sarenna, getting up and moving to the couch.
"And just what am I supposed to think?" he sputtered.
Jillian, who had remained on the floor, leaned back on her hands and laughed. "Oh, gawd," she muttered. "How are you going to explain that, Buffy?"
"Explain it? I don't need to," she said haughtily. "Please, Brant, try not to act so outrageously masculine."
"And just how am I supposed to act? You make it sound like I'm the guilty party here."
"Well, you are, dahling, sneaking in on us like that. Have you met my friends? I think you remember Sarenna from years ago, and Jillian, here, is a friend of ours from college."
He acknowledged the introductions with a nod of his head, and his face began to redden now that he was no longer able to ignore their nudity.
"Hi, Brant. Buffy's told us a lot about you, but she never mentioned that you're cute," Jillian said with a wink.
"Cute?" His blush deepened. "You're, ah, cute yourself," he said, staring at her exposed tits and cunt.
"You have remarkable control," Sarenna complimented him teasingly. "A lesser man would have had his clothes off and been chasing us all around the room by now."
"Oh, not Brant, Sarenna dear," said Buffy with a laugh. "Brant is very, very subdued when it comes to sex."
"You don't make that sound like a virtue," he said, giving his wife a puzzled look.
"There are times when a man should tear off his clothes and start chasing people around the room," she said.
Brant looked around, confused, as all three women eyed him expectantly. "I suppose that would be a typical masculine reaction," he said stuffily. "But I have always prided myself on not reacting typically."
"Just out of curiosity, dahling, if you were to react in a typically masculine way, which of my friends would you prefer to fuck?"
"Fuck? Fuck? I can't believe you said that word-"
"Just answer the question, dahling."
This time, when Brant's eyes examined Jillian and Sarenna, there was a new interest in his expression. And a noticeable enlargement of the bulge in his trousers was the result. "Well, it would be hard to decide," he said tactfully.
"That's a good response, dear. Very diplomatic."
"It sounds to me like he'd like to fuck us both," Sarenna commented.
"Is that true, dahling?"
"Why, yes-if the truth be known," he admitted. "I'd like nothing better at this moment than to fuck all three of you."
"Oh, that is nice, my dear! You even included me-although I don't believe you for a single moment."
"It's true," he grunted. "I, ah, watched the three of you for a while before you knew I was there."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"You saw it all."
"Enough to, ah, be responsive."
"You mean, enough to make your dick hard?" Jillian helped.
"Yes."
"You poor man," she cooed sympathetically.
"And you all have such nice, ah, bodies. Breasts and, ah, you know, everything else. Magnificent, really."
Sarenna laughed. "Tits-isn't that what you mean? And pussies? We all have pretty tits and pussies."
"Well, yes."
"Then say it. There's nothing like calling a tit a tit, a cock a cock, and a fuck a fuck."
"Well, ah, yeah, I suppose so."
"And that," said Jillian, nodding toward the big bulge in his pants, "looks like it might be a lovely cock. Can we see it, Buffy? Huh? Please?"
"Go ahead," Buffy said, sounding bored. "Brant actually has a nice-looking penis-or rather, cock, I suppose, if we're down to calling a spade a spade. Show it to them, dahling."
"I most certainly will not-"
"Fuck!" exclaimed Sarenna. "Come on, let's get him, girls."
Brant backed away as Sarenna and Jillian advanced on him. Then his naked wife joined the nude pair. Women weren't supposed to act this way. "Hey!" he yelled as the three naked females piled on him and started tearing at his clothes. "Easy!"
But the women ignored his pleas. Acting like a trio of sex-starved Amazons, they tore off his shirt and tie. His trousers caught on his knees, making him stumble to the floor. They pulled them away. His hands clutched defensively at tits, asses-any parts of female anatomy that he could get a grip on. But it was no use. His undershirt came away, and then his shorts disappeared. His cock, when it was exposed, was hard and throbbing.
"Are you all satisfied!" he spit out, forcing himself up into a sitting position once they had him naked.
No one immediately responded. Two pairs of eyes were staring in amazement at his blue-veined cock while the third pair, his wife's, beamed proudly in the background.
"I had no idea it would be so big," Jillian said, reaching out to touch the long, thick shaft.
"What I want to know," said Sarenna as she watched Jillian gingerly stroke the big, red dong, "is whether or not he can get it up three times in a row."
"It takes a while for the third one," Buffy admitted with a sigh.
"Then I'll just take seconds," Sarenna said, grinning.
"I get firsts!" Jillian declared. "So be it," Buffy agreed. "Hey!" Brant pouted. "No one asked me."
"Yes we did. Remember? You said you wanted to fuck us all. You were serious, weren't you."
"Ah, yeah. But-"
He watched as Jillian's hand slipped lower and came back up with his balls. They overflowed her delicate hands. Gripping the purple-flushed head delicately between two fingers, she held the shaft back and leaned over and started licking his big balls.
He groaned and rested back on his arms, spreading his legs enough to make his prick available for the woman's enjoyment. "Yes," he admitted, "I was serious."
"Go on," Buffy encouraged, nudging Sarenna.
"There's room for both of you."
And so there was. Sarenna knelt across from Jillian and started kissing and licking Brant's hairy thigh. Working on opposite sides of his tall-standing cock, they licked it up and down and wiggled their tongues into the soft bulk of his ball sac. Every now and then their tongue tips touched, and that caused them both to giggle.
This was a new experience for Sarenna. Sharing a man with another woman. The fact that the wife was watching even added to the excitement.
Jillian moved her head over the top of the cock and took the throbbing shaft into her mouth. Her head bobbed, and she started sucking it with as much gusto. While Jillian's mouth stroked the shaft, Sarenna's lips sucked on his nuts. Her tongue found the hard little nuggets inside and swirled them about.
"Oh, God!" Brant sighed deeply, clutching a woman's head in each hand. He had died and gone to heaven. His fingers combed through their hair, and it felt like he was stroking the heads of angels. "Ohhhh, yes...yes...this is great. Suck my cock. Eat my prick. Yes, yes!" And then, afraid that he was about to cum, he asked sharply. "Who's first?"
"Me!" Jillian exclaimed, pulling away quickly.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered. "Quick!", "Yes!" she agreed, pressing her tits to the carpet and pushing her pretty ass up into the air. Brant scooted toward her on his knees. Taking his cock in one hand, he moved his other between her legs and found her wet cunt. He pushed forward, driving his hard dong into her hot hole.
Kneeling behind her, he grasped her waist and began to thrust strongly into her. He grunted as his long pole plowed the length of her pussy, and they all saw the shudder that shook her body. His uneasiness finally disappeared, and a smile came over his face as he settled into fucking the sexy woman. As his strokes became easier, his hands explored her smooth skin and slipped underneath to fondle her nicely shaped tits.
Knowing that her turn was coming soon, Sarenna grew more excited with each stroke that she watched. This was interesting, watching a friend fuck. And Buffy seemed just as excited to watch her husband screwing her girlfriends. She wondered if she could ever be so generous with her own husband. Yes, she decided, she wouldn't mind sharing Jim. As long as it was with friends-women who she knew wouldn't take him away from her.
She shook her head, pulling her attention back to the sight of the cock sliding in and out of her friend's pussy. This was more interesting than watching those sex movies that she and Jim often enjoyed. The panting and the moaning, the squishy sound of the fuck, the scent of sex... it all combined erotically and gathered in her pussy, making her wet and tingly inside.
Then, Jillian's body began quivering wildly. Brant's hips beat rapidly against her ass cheeks. He let out a shout and the sound of their union took on a liquid note. Sarenna could almost feel the shooting of his prick as she watched the way his body jerked. And then he pulled away from her with a gasp. As he flopped down onto his back, the last little bit of cum oozed from the tip of his dick.
Sarenna immediately dropped over his crotch and covered his prick with her mouth to claim the last little bit of manliness that leaked from the hole in its tip. Mmmmmm, it was good. Then, her tongue began playing with the organ, never letting it return completely to its limp state.
Brant groaned and stretched out on his back. He'd never been treated to such erotic attention. The fact momentarily crossed his mind that he was being seduced, rather than the other way around. It was an interesting twist to the old sex game. Yes, an interesting twist.
"Suck my cock," Brant hissed.
Sarenna chuckled as she licked and kissed his masculine flesh. And when the hardness returned, she grasped the stiff pole in her hand and squeezed and rubbed it. She wiped the leaky tip against her chin, then moved her mouth close so that her warm breath could wash over it.
Her fist worked up and down the rigid prick, and she opened her lips wide and took the head of the prick into her mouth. The throbbing man meat was flavored with the juices from Jillian's pussy. Sarenna hummed around it and thrilled to the feel of its strong pulsing as her cheeks tightened against its fat sides. Her sucking drew fresh juices from its tip.
Twisting and turning, her mouth worked its way down the prick. The organ's rubbery head pushed against the roof of her mouth, moving toward her throat. She took a deep breath to stop from gagging, then eased down some more until her nose was buried in his cock hair and her lips were stretched around the fat base of the prick.
"Mmmmmfff," she moaned. Her throat muscles alternately tightened and relaxed, sucking and squeezing the huge cock. She could feel its strong throb, its pulsing readiness.
Brant twisted her around until they were in the sixty-nine position. Excitement fluttered inside Sarenna as she prepared herself for what she knew would be his next move. But she didn't let the anticipation distract her from her own efforts. Her mouth kept stroking up and down his cock.
Brant's tongue stabbed her cunthole. It pushed deep inside her, then came back out and swirled around her stiff clit. Sarenna released his prick and threw back her head in a feral cry. It was wonderful, but it wasn't exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to cum in her pussy.
She got a tight grip on his big cock. It was hard and strong, and throbbing with readiness. She turned back around until she was facing him. She straddled his hips on her knees and grinned at him while she rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy lips. Then, with an upward lurch, she caught his prick and eased down upon it. The pulsing hardness inside her sent thrills rumbling through her fevered flesh.
"Ohhh!" Brant groaned and winced as if he were in pain. But his pain was pure pleasure. He grabbed her tits and held on to them as she rode his stiff prong. "Oh, yes, yes!"
Sarenna worked slowly, tantalizing him with long cunt strokes that wiped the length of his dong. Her pussy lips tried to grip it as it slipped between them, but they were only successful with retaining a soft hold on its throbbing head.
"Do you like this?" she asked him. "Do you like being fucked by another woman while your wife watches?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Brant gasped. "I love it." His hands squeezed her tits and his fingers pinched her nipples. "I love fucking! I want to fuck you all-I want to fuck everybody!"
Sarenna couldn't help but laugh. She, too, was having the time of her life. And there was nothing serious involved-it was just good, clean, adult fun. God, wouldn't it be great to fuck all of her friends' husbands?
But a sharp pinch on her nipples brought her out of her dream and back to reality. "Oow!" she yelled. As if she were trying to punish him, she rode his cock harder and faster. Her buttocks slapped against his thighs each time she pounded downward. But the "punishment" was only filling him with more delight, and he just groaned and pinched harder.
"You sonofabitch," she gasped. "I'm going to make you cum."
"Yes!" Brant cried eagerly
"Right now."
"Yes! Yes!-oh, God, yes!-I'm cumming!"
Sarenna made one last descent on the pole, twisting her way down it and tightening her cunt muscles around it. Suddenly, she felt a rush of warmth surging into her. Her eyes rolled, and she let out a shout.
The orgasm that sped through her matched the intensity of his. Their bodies pulsed together in furious bursts of excitement.
Brant breathed a long sigh when it was finally over. His prick pulled away from her body, nothing more now than a limp, sticky lump of flesh.
"You enjoyed that one entirely too much," his wife said grumpily as she took Sarenna's place beside him.
"Ah, yes, my love," he said, turning and running his hands over his wife's body. "I may have been doing it with your friends, but my mind was always on you, my love."
She chuckled pleasantly. "Liar."
"No, it's true. You have always been the one in my fantasies."
She purred contentedly as he pulled her into his arms. "Dahling, it was such fun watching you fuck. I've never seen you so spirited."
He grunted a reply and pressed his lips to hers. Ignoring the others, he sucked hungrily at her mouth for a moment, then he gently rolled her onto her back on the floor.
"Oohhh my, yes, dahling," she purred dreamily when she felt him begin to slide down her body.
"You are such a wonderful man."
His mouth ran over her tits and he nipped and kissed each nipple, bringing them both to stony hardness. When he started moving farther down her body, she raised and bent her knees and spread her thighs wide.
He crouched between her legs and stared hungrily at her fluffy-haired trimmed muff. "Honey, you have a pretty, ah-"
"Pussy," Sarenna helped out.
"Yes. A pretty pussy, indeed."
"Oh, Brant, dahling, what a nice compliment," she purred in delight.
Brant dropped his mouth to her pussy and Buffy slid her fingers around his head. When she felt his tongue on her sensitive lips, she arched her hips up toward him.
"Oh, yes, dahling," she purred, grinding her wet pussy into his face. "Ooooo...down and dirty-eat me!"
Brant couldn't ever remember his wife being so turned on. But he wasn't complaining. He cupped her shapely ass cheeks in his hands and held her steady as he licked her tasty cunt split. He had explored her only a few times this way before, and each time had been a delight. His tongue ringed her cunt lips, making them twitch, and then flicked against the tip of her clit. Her hips jerked in a hearty response, and her moans become more demanding.
"Ohhh... yes... yes... yes... dahling...eat me, Brant, honey, eat me." Then she gasped, and her body stiffened. "Oh, God! I'm cumming!"
An orgasm crashed over her.
Brant held her jerking body as shudders wracked her frame. As her excitement passed, he licked away the sweet juices that had suddenly filled her delicate, pink-lipped opening. Then, he lowered her hips to the floor and slid up on top of her.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me, dahling! Fuck me!"
"I'm trying," he muttered, guiding the swollen head of his blood-stiffened cock toward her churning opening. He caught it and slowly pushed in.
She let out a long sigh as she felt his immensity fill her. "Ahhh, yes, Brant, honey. That's wonderful!" She moaned and rolled her hips around him as his big cock began making long, powerful strokes in her cunt.
Brant began to huff with the effort as he steadily rammed his cock deep into his wife's pussy, pushing it all the way in and pinning her squirming ass to the floor. The two naked women who had already been fucked watched silently while their hips pumped and ground together, the urgency steadily increasing.
. "Oh, baby! This is a great, ah."
"-Fuck."
"Yes! A great fuck. Honey, you have the most wonderful pussy!"
Brant's features tightened as he tried to hold back what would be the final climax of a truly memorable fuck session. And, feeling the familiar folds of his wife's hot, wet pussy cuddling him tightly, he knew that this would be the biggest and the best. A truly mind-blowing experience.
"Ohhhh, honey! Fuck me, Brant! Fuck me!" his wife moaned, expressing her desire in words he had never heard her use before. "Fuck me!"
Buffy let out a sudden shout. Her legs shot out straight upward and her hips arched off the floor. Her climax broke.
"I'm cumming, honey! Oh, God, Brant! Fuck me, dahling! Fuck me-make me cum big!"
Grant puffed, stroking hard, as wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy wracked his wife's body. She moaned and thrashed, with her hips jerking against him.
And then, his release came. Cum spewed from his dick, thrilling him while he sent his wife into a second surge of ecstasy. His hips pounded fast and furiously as he pumped her greedy hole full of his creamy lust.
While they cuddled together, kissing and sucking on each other's mouth while their shudders slowly subsided, their watchers smiled and reached for their clothes.
"Great party," said Sarenna.
"Yeah," Jillian added happily. "When can we do it again?"
CHAPTER TEN
Wendy's life had taken on a decidedly sexual flavor. It had all started with Jim, and her fondness for her office partner and sometimes lover hadn't diminished one bit. But as much as she wanted it, they just were not able to work in another of their lunchtime "quickies."
But one evening, just before going home, Wendy found a note on her desk. And a videotape. She picked it up and read it.
"Sarenna and I like this," the note said. "Why don't you and Jim give it a try?"
She looked at the tape and frowned. Confessions of a Young American Housewife. It had a sexy-looking picture on the case.
It was a sexy tape. A lot of nudity and some fucking going on, but nothing as graphic as some of the tapes Jim occasionally rented. The plot was about two couples who were the best of friends-and into swapping. Jim enjoyed it much more than she did. "Let's see it again," he said with a grin while he was rewinding it.
She watched him curiously during the second showing. What fascinated him so? The women were sexy-but not that sexy. Was it the situation...wife-swapping?
Suddenly, she grinned. Oh, God, Jim, she said to herself. What a sneak you are!
"Jim said that his was one of his and Sarenna's favorites," she told Larry as they ended the second showing.
"Sarenna? Have I met her?"
"The Christmas party. You remember the little blonde-"
His eyes widened. "You mean the one who wore that tight top?"
Wendy nodded. "I think maybe they're into this," she said, nodding toward the tape that he was replacing in its box.
"Videos?"
"No, swapping."
She watched his puzzled expression slowly turn into a sly grin. "You really think so?"
She smiled. "Would you like to invite them over Friday night?"
His jaw dropped as he mulled the idea over in his mind.
She laughed and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "Think about it," she whispered. "I'm going to get ready for bed."
She knew Larry would want to fuck her. He always did after watching an arousing movie. She decided to make the most of it. It would be a chance to repay him for the liberties she had been taking that he knew nothing about.
In the bedroom, she quickly stripped down to the buff. She searched in the back of her closet and found a black lace peignoir than had been a favorite of his during the early part of their marriage. Erotic memories returned as she felt the soft lace slide into place over her bare skin. She slipped her feet into a pair of black pumps, then sat before her dressing table to touch up her make-up-just a hint of rouge to accent her cheeks...a slash of bold, red lipstick to outline her mouth.
He gasped audibly when he came into the room and saw her sexy form silhouetted through the lacy black material by the soft light of the bedside lamp.
"God, honey, the sight of you sure gives me the hots," he said, grinning as he sat on the bed to take off his shoes.
She smiled. "It's that movie."
"Naw, honey, you're sexier than any of those babes in that flick."
She turned on her chair and watched him as he removed his clothes. Although he was not quite as husky as Jim, he had a handsomely masculine body. He turned away from her to take away his shorts and allowed her eyes to scan his smooth, white back. They settled on the deep hollows of his flanks that dimpled his firm ass cheeks.
When he turned, her gaze trailed over a thick matting of hair that was vividly black against his white skin. It grew into a bush around his loosely hanging cock. It wasn't as big as Jim's, but she had never thought it small. The white shaft curved at its root and hung straight downward over a pair of testicles that stretched into a double-lobed hairy sac and lay against his legs, cushioning the head of his cock.
Her skin tingled, and a flush came to her cheeks. Standing naked, he held out his hands to her and she rose and moved into his arms.
His kiss made her legs weak. He clutched her buttocks and she slid a hand between their bodies to take hold of his cock. It was soft and supple, filling as she played it with her fingers until it was strong enough that she could stroke it. Her passion flared as she felt the loose skin slide up and down its stout length. She imagined it spouting white cream, like Jim's had, and splattering her tits and her face.
He grunted and pulled away from her. She continued to hold and stroke his penis as it stretched between them.
"Is this big guy ready to go?" she asked.
Larry shook his head. "Not just yet."
She purred appreciatively. Ordinarily, he was in such a hurry.
"Take the nightie off," he said, reaching for her peignoir.
"Sure, lover," she said agreeably, releasing his cock. She wriggled as she slid out of the flimsy gown and Larry's eyes narrowed as he watched her tits wobble from side to side.
"You're bigger than those fuck film stars," he told her.
She lifted her tits toward him, showing off. "Do you really think so?"
"Yeah. If you went to Hollywood, you probably could get into the films."
She rubbed her thumbs over her nipples to make the spikes hard.
"Wouldn't you mind?"
"How much do you suppose they pay?"
His response shocked her. "You mean you'd let other guys fuck me? For money?"
He eyed her pussy and grinned. "Hey, you can't hardly wear it out."
Anger flashed in her eyes for a second, then faded. She grinned provocatively. "What if they let you fuck some of the girls?"
He thought about that, then nodded. "I suppose that would be fair. You fuck a few; I fuck a few."
"So...you would swap me...like in that movie we just watched."
"Well, not just for anyone-"
"How about a certain cute little blonde who-likes to wear tight tops that show off her nipples?" she teased.
He shook his head in bemusement. "I can't believe it. Why would a guy swap when he has a chick like that to bed?"
"Maybe he-likes big tits," she suggested.
He looked at her tits and shrugged. "Tits ain't everything."
She rubbed her pussy provocatively. "Would you care to elaborate on that?" she asked, lying down on the bed.
"I'm not quite ready yet." Reaching down, he started whipping his dick in his fist.
"Have a snack while you're waiting," she said, raising her knees and opening her legs wide.
"Yeah, why not?"
Larry's hand dropped away from his cock. It was half-hard now, and climbing on its own. Staring at her pussy, he climbed on the bed and immediately shoved his face between her thighs. His lightly whiskered cheeks rubbed against the delicate skin at the tops of her thighs. And then his nose was nuzzling the soft curls at the base of her belly.
Her legs quivered as she felt his warm breath bathe her pussy. The shudders intensified when his tongue probed between her cunt lips. She wondered if it was really her pussy that he was eating, or was he imagining that his tongue was in one of the pussies he had seen in the film. Or maybe even in Sarenna's pussy, Jim's wife.
No matter, the wet tongue fluttering between her hairy lips was sending thrills running through her body. He licked and sucked as her juices started flowing, then he moved his tongue up to lap at her clit. Her teeth chattered, then clenched as he pulled the sensitive nubbin between his lips and started sucking on it. Almost immediately, her body made an involuntary jerk. She let out a cry of excitement as a climax exploded in her frenzied loins.
Recovering, she rolled him onto his back and slid down his body.
"Let me suck your handsome cock, honey," she purred softly while she brought it to ramrod hardness with her hand.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered as he watched her settle into position between his legs.
Wendy saw a crystal drop of sex juice ooze from the slit in the swollen head of his cock. She gripped the massive shaft tightly and slowly lowered her mouth to it. Larry threw back his head in a groan, his eyes squeezing shut, as he felt his cock slide into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby!"
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the sensitive prick tip, and the soft inner walls of her mouth caressed its length. Her head started bobbing up and down.
"Oh, yeah, Wendy! Yeah! Suck my cock! Suck it good."
His groans of pleasure encouraged her, and she slid a hand down to squeeze his balls as his shaft slipped deeper into her mouth. Soon, her nose was wiggling in the matted hairy mesh at its base.
Her nostrils twitched, and a low, appreciative hum rose from deep in her throat.
Larry's balls tightened. "Oh, yes, baby! Yes!"
His hips pushed upward, pumping and grinding into her face. He found her head with his hand and twined his fingers in her hair, holding her head in position for his throat-filling cock thrusts. Each slide of her tight lips along the length of his cock resulted in another grimace of pained ecstasy.
"Oh, God, Wendy! That's good! That's the best yet! Where did you learn that, darling? God! We're going to have to get some more of those damn movies! Oh, shit, here I go-Ahhh-"
A massive load of cum suddenly flooded Wendy's mouth.
She gulped and clutched his hips as they arched up off the bed. The thick fluid swirled into her throat. The taste recalled the excitement of the early days of their marriage. Wendy felt like a young bride again-more, she felt like a young woman whose body was just being awakened to the thrill of sex. Heat flared in her belly, and she tingled all over.
When the gulping was over and she had sucked down every last drop of cum she could milk from his cock, she let his limp prick slip from her mouth and looked across his supine, naked body with a warm smile.
"That was good, honey," she purred. "I've missed that."
Larry stretched his arms out to her and she slid up to cuddle against his body. "So have I, darling. What's happened to us?"
It was an honest question, with so many answers. What was it that made a marriage grow stale? What caused the excitement to fade? Was it when the little mysteries became familiarities? And what could renew the excitement? Could a little taste of something foreign, something exotic, rekindle a dying fire? Perhaps it could, if a spark remained.
He wrapped his arms around her and pressed their lips together. The kiss started sweetly, a token of his gratitude for the pleasure she had given him, but it quickly became frenzied when she sucked hungrily at his mouth.
"Oh, God, honey, oh, God," he groaned, his mouth sliding down her body.
"Yes, yes," she breathed, feeling his lips brush across the top of her breasts. His tongue made the quivering flesh wet, and she gasped when he drew one taut nipple into his mouth.
Larry sucked gently, nursing on her right breast and then her left. Her nipples became sharp spikes, alive with feeling. While his mouth feasted on her tit flesh, his fingers moved into the hairy maw between her legs and toyed with her pussy. She squirmed, trying to pull the probing digits farther into her body.
"Fuck me," she begged, reaching to grasp his re-hardened cock.
Larry angled over her as she guided his shaft to her throbbing split. She held her breath as he lowered his hips to hers. His hardness eased open the portal, then he shoved deep into her in one hard lunge.
"Oh, Larry-Larry, my love! Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!"
She rolled, forming a cradle for him with her hips, and wound her long, shapely legs around his.
Wendy felt the hard head of his cock push through her insides. She was lubricated and slippery, and the friction was slight-just enough to keep the tingles running up and down her spine. The mouth of her cunt was stretched wide each time he pressed fully into her. At the end of each thrust, his hairy groin rubbed against her clit, intensifying the thrill. Cupping her hands gently around his hips, she savored the feel of his flexing muscles while his cock pumped steadily in and out of her. Her tummy muscles began to tighten rhythmically.
Larry's head was spinning; he was lost in a world of excitement. Her hot, wet cunt gripped his cock like a glove, and the delicate pulsing of her inner muscles around his stretched length sent a chill through him that tightened his balls. He slowed his pumping action to prolong the experience, aware that the slightest change in tempo was liable to set off the chain reaction that would sweep them both into ecstasy.
"Wendy, baby," he groaned huskily, "I love you."
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "And I love you, too-more than anybody else!"
His hips then became a blur.
Wendy gulped and held her breath.
His hips rammed into hers and his cock began to make a stiff jerk inside her.
Her cunt convulsed and a wave of ecstasy rocked her body.
He groaned loudly as he flooded her cunt with his cum.
She wailed and arched upward, their bodies jerking together, his cock strokes weakening as the last drops of cream oozed from the tip of his prick inside her.
They clung together in bliss, their bodies slowly collapsing in exhaustion. Lying in each other's arms, they kissed and ran their hands over each other's body. His finger slipped into her cunt and drew out excess cum to spread over her still-throbbing pussy lips.
She was surprised; he didn't usually linger this long. And when she reached down and found that his dick was hardening again, she was even more surprised. Pleasantly surprised.
She felt his slick fingers push further between her legs. One finger touched the puckered bud of her ass-hole.
"Ohhh!"
"I-I'm sorry."
"Oh, no-that's all right." She wiggled backward against the ass-teasing finger, and its tip popped into her rectum.
"Y-you don't mind?"
"Mind?" She chuckled. "Honey, I love it! But I never realized you were interested in my butt."
But it was evident that he was-his finger had begun stroking in and out of her tight ass-hole.
"I...never thought-"
She cut his words short by rolling onto her belly. "Go ahead, honey," she crooned. "Butt-fuck me."
Larry's jaw dropped, and he stared at his wife's ass, which was now raised in the air. With her legs spread, her ass cheeks split far enough for him to see the puckered anal orifice that peeked from between them like a delicate brown blossom.
It looked like it was winking at him.
His dick stiffened. God, that would be tight, he thought, remembering the feel of the tight sphincter clutching his finger.
With that thought spurring him on, Larry wrapped his hand around his drooling cock and shuffled into position behind his wife's butt. He gently pressed the hard head of his cock to her dimpled ass-hole. His prick was well-greased, still dripping with slick juices from their fuck. Holding his breath, he worked the tip into the tight hole. It began to spread, and soon he had an inch of prick wedged into his wife's pretty butt. Her bottom rolled, and another inch disappeared. Then, with a grunt, he shoved his prick fully into her rectum.
She let out a screech, then moaned, "Yes, honey! You're in! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
She bent over farther, resting her head on her arm, and he went to work. With each stroke, his cock slid more easily in and out of her ass. Larry showed her no mercy. He gripped her hips as he pushed inward, trying to force his cockhead all the way to her gut. She groaned encouragement, and his butt-pounding became harder and faster.
While his hips smacked against her ass cheeks and his balls swung between her legs to slap her swollen pussylips, she reached up and fluttered her fingers across her clit.
"Oh, baby! You're so tight! Oh, God!" he groaned, watching as the purplish length of his cock slide in and out between the white rounds of her ass.
Wendy thrilled to the feel of the hard shaft pounding in and out of her rectum. Her tummy muscles began to tighten. Her fingers flew faster on her clit and rubbed harder. She wanted desperately to climax along with her husband. "Fuck me, Larry. Fuck me, darling," she moaned softly. "Cum. Cum in your wife's ass."
Suddenly, he let out a growl and slammed his hips against her butt cheeks. The head of his cock began to swell deep in her bowels. Filling with elation, she twisted her ass around him. And then his hot, thick cum was splashing into her.
The heat of Larry's climax triggered her own. Her spirit soaring, Wendy ground her ass around his jerking hips. The muscles of her belly and her cunt clenched, then relaxed, squeezing juices from an imaginary cock.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he gasped, squirting sperm with each stroke he made in her ass. "I'm cumming in your butt, honey! I'm fucking your ass!"
Their bodies sank slowly to the bed, his prick still locked in her bottom. When they finally pulled apart, she rolled over and they embraced once again to share the warm pulsing of their bodies that was slow to subside.
She gave him a gentle, tender kiss. "I love you, darling," she whispered.
"And I love you, baby. You're the greatest."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You have a beautiful house," Sarenna said as she settled on the sofa.
"We should have had you and Jim over long ago," Wendy said with a warm smile.
Sarenna returned her smile. "Jim is always talking about you-I'm almost jealous. I think you spend more time with him than I do." She pouted, then smiled again as she looked at Larry, who was hovering behind Wendy. "And at last I get to meet your charming husband-didn't we talk at the Christmas party?"
"Yes," Larry replied.
"Of course! We have a mutual interest, don't we? Bitches."
"Bitches?" Wendy's eyebrows went up.
"Poodle bitches, actually," Larry said hastily, flushing.
The blonde woman tittered.
"Oh, yes," said Wendy, her composure returning. "My husband always has had an interest in dogs."
She excused herself and left the living room to get the tray of hors d'oeuvres she had prepared ahead of time. Jim followed her into the kitchen.
"You look nervous," he told her.
"I am a bit tense...meeting your wife...after-"
He took her in his arms.
"Jim, don't-someone will see us."
But he kissed her, and she immediately melted.
"Oh, darling! What's going to happen?"
"Just take it as it comes," he whispered, nuzzling her ear.
When they returned to the living room, she noticed that her husband was sitting close to Jim's wife on the sofa, their knees almost touching. She was bare-legged, and her skirt was pulled far enough back to show off her shapely knees. If Larry was trying to veil his interest in the woman, he was doing a poor job of it. And she seemed to be eating up the attention.
"What did you folks think about the video we lent you?" Jim asked, standing behind her as Wendy held the tray and Sarenna chose a pizza roll to munch on.
"We liked it," said Larry.
"Did you really?" the blonde asked, licking her lips as she looked at him with her twinkling blue eyes. "It was an interesting situation, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Wendy agreed with a smile, "it was."
Her husband affirmed her statement with a grunt.
"We watched it twice. Larry-likes watching naked women-don't you dear?"
The blonde grinned and poked an elbow into Larry's ribs. "Larry! You dog, you!"
The accused man grinned. "Hey, I'm only human."
"Only masculine, you mean," the blonde said with a wink.
"Which one did you like best?" prompted Jim. "The big-titted one, or the one with the more compact figure?"
Larry flushed, too embarrassed to reply.
Wendy chuckled. "Larry's used to big tits. I think he was fascinated by the little one."
"Hmmm," said Sarenna, staring at Wendy's bust. "Just how big are they?"
"38D," Wendy told her. "It's hard to find bras that fit comfortably."
"32," the blonde said, jutting her chest forward proudly, "and firm. I don't need a bra." Her nipples formed sharp points in the clinging material of her top.
"An interesting comparison," said Jim, turning a leering look from one pair of tits to the other.
Larry grinned, and joined in. "It's kind of hard to imagine-"
"-Without seeing them side-by-side. C'mon girls! Up! Let us have a look."
Sarenna wiggled her ass sexily as she got up to stand beside Wendy. She pouted. "It's no fair. With her wearing a bra, it's not a true comparison."
Larry scratched his chin thoughtfully. "She's right, honey."
"What am I supposed to do?" Wendy snapped at her husband. "Take my top off?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Jim's approving smile. So this was what he meant by playing along! Her blood warmed.
"It would only be fair," Sarenna said with a titter. "Nothing like getting right down to the bare facts."
Larry nodded eagerly, pleased by the blonde's agreement. "She's right."
Jim made it unanimous with a leering grin. "Yep! Better take it off, babe."
"You don't mind my horny husband ogling your wife's tits?"
"Let him look."
A thrill surged through Wendy. She took her time, enjoying the attention as the three pairs of eyes studied her. Reaching up to touch the top button of her blouse, she said, "There's one thing I always say-"
"Let me guess," Jim interrupted with a grin. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
"Oh, goody!" Sarenna exclaimed, her petite frame bouncing excitedly. "Which one do you suppose has the biggest cock?"
"Now, how would I know a thing like that?" Wendy said with a wink at Jim.
Without a bra to delay her, Sarenna was able to bare her top first.
Larry's jaw dropped as he stared at her tits.
"C'mon, buddy," Jim encouraged as he unfastened his own belt. "We've got to keep our end of the bargain." He unzipped his fly and pulled off his pants. A moment later, his huge cock swung free.
"Isn't he a fine-looking man?" the bare-titted blonde said as she walked over and gripped her husband's cock with two fingers, stretching it upward to show it off proudly.
"Very impressive," Wendy agreed as she tossed her own bra aside and let her tits jiggle free.
"My, those are huge!" said Sarenna, arching to show off the shapely thrust of her own, more compact mounds. "They look just like my mother's."
"Yeah?" said Jim. "I always wondered about your mother."
His wife chuckled. "Naughty boy!"
Now, all three turned their attention to Larry as he almost stumbled, trying to get out of his pants without taking his eyes off the blonde's gorgeous tits.
"Wow!" Sarenna said. "That is a nice one, honey."
Larry grinned sheepishly as the blonde moved her hand from her husband's cock to his. She tickled him under the balls, and the shaft made a big leap upward.
"C'mon," Jim grunted, stripping off his shirt. "Let's get rid of the rest of our things."
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Sarenna. She touched the side of her skirt and the garment slid down her legs. "Let's have an orgy!" Her panties whispered against the tops of her thighs as she skimmed the wisp of nylon away.
Naked, she rushed over to help Larry remove the last of his clothing. "Honey," she said, turning back to Wendy, "I hope you're going to let me fuck your darling husband."
"Be my guest," Wendy responded. Her voice was low and guttural, almost a growl coming from her belly. Jim had slipped up behind her, and as she leaned back into him, his strong arms circled her body and his big palms wrapped around her tits. She felt his warm breath against her neck just before his lips nuzzled the soft flesh.
"I couldn't believe it when Jim told me you folks were into swinging," Sarenna said, thrusting her tits forward so that Larry could get his lips around one of her nipples.
"We aren't," murmured Wendy. Jim's tongue was teasing her ear, and his teeth were nibbling the lobe. "This is our first time."
"Ours too!" The blonde giggled. "What a coincidence."
Wendy turned and saw the wicked gleam in Jim's eyes. "Some coincidence," she breathed into his lips as they pressed against hers.
"Mmmmm... " Sarenna moved her hand away from the end of Larry's prick and held up a sticky finger. "You're beginning to leak, honey. Mind if I suck your dick?"
Wendy didn't hear her husband protest, mainly because her attention was pulled away by Jim pressing his lips to her bosom and licking her tits.
"Oh, Jim," she breathed, thrilling to his liquid touch, "that feels so good." Her hands slipped between their bodies to fondle his engorged cock.
He was going to fuck her-maybe right there in front of her husband-and Larry was too distracted himself to make any effort to stop him. Jim had arranged it perfectly. At last, they could make love to each other with no shame or fear of discovery.
Jim made her tits shiny with saliva, then moved downward so that he could slide his tongue into her pussy. She watched his wife sucking her husband while Jim's tongue slid back and forth through the clinging wet folds of her own cunt flesh. She was soon throbbing with excitement. The pressure intensified as the tingling turned to a buzz that radiated from her clit.
There was something extremely erotic about the situation. She and her husband were both being serviced by the other couple.
"Oh, Jim," she panted. "Make me cum, honey. Eat my pussy and make me cum!"
Jim's tongue slipped smoothly in and out between her legs. His cheeks pressed against the tops of her thighs and his nose wiggled into her pussy curls as he tried to shove his tongue even farther into her passion pit.
There was a sudden tightening in her gut. Then an explosion. Her nerves shattered into tiny pieces, and they shot to the ends of her body, leaving her nerve ends tingling wildly. She dug her fingers into his shoulders in order to support herself and gasped as the orgasm tore through her.
He caught her when she sagged and laid her on the floor.
Her legs spread almost automatically as he moved over her.
With a satisfied chuckle, he paused to brush his hand across her dark thatch of pubic hair. Her cunt lips were swollen and her split was damp with juices that had been released by her orgasm.
"A-are you ready?" she choked out.
"Ready? I can't wait, baby."
Jim braced himself above her on one hand while he steered the tip of his dick to her pink-lipped slot with the other. He grimaced as the heat of her passion flowed around his cockhead. A gentle nudge joined them, then a wiggle of his hips sent his stiff length all the way into her.
"Christ, baby," he breathed. "What a snatch!"
"Mmmmm." Her cunt lips widened to accept his thickness. She watched his purple shaft pull back out of her, slick and shiny with her juices, then slip back in again, pinning her ass to the carpeted floor. Surprisingly, it didn't bother her at all to be fucking in front of the other couple. In fact, it made it a little more special to be sharing this moment with their spouses. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt either one of them.
She angled her juicy twat upward, angling it so that Jim's cock could penetrate her even more fully. His hips rose high in the air before each downward plunge.
Sarenna was kissing Larry's stomach, dallying as she moved ever closer to a face to face encounter with his hard-on. Finally, she parted her lips and brought them over his swollen cockhead. He grunted and clenched his fists. She began bobbing her head and sucking. His cock slid easily between her lips, and her tongue swirled continuously around its moving length. Larry's hips moved as his groin caught fire, and he punctuated his thrusts with grunts of satisfaction.
"Suck my cock, pretty baby," he muttered. "Mmmmmm. Suck it...oh, yes...try to turn it inside-out."
Her mouth worked noisily, trying to devour him.
"Yes, yes," he wheezed. "Suck me! Suck me!"
Jim was levering smoothly between Wendy's legs. A watcher would probably have realized that they had fucked before-that each knew the other's responses well enough that they coordinated their movement, her hips rising to meet his and pulling back to double the strength of his cock thrusts. But, sometimes, she would move with him, rising as he rose to prolong their union, extending the excitement of the liquid friction that joined their parts.
He dropped lower, supporting himself on his elbows so that he could grasp her nipples while he fucked, twisting and turning them to bring forth cries of delight from her. Wendy's pussy became ever more moist-a boiling cauldron of excitement that transferred to him through their locked groins.
"I could fuck you forever," he said. "Your pussy feels wonderful.. so wet and tight."
She purred appreciatively and worked her hips against his. The feel of his cock moving through her soggy cunt folds felt delicious. Pleasant, but not satisfying. Her hunger built with each stroke of his cock, each downward push that drove his hefty meat into her belly. He filled her-overfilled her, and stretched her inner tissues.
He, in turn, felt like his prick was burning off. Her clutching cunt membranes were rubbing it. Squish! Squash! Each downward plunge made the excitement harder to bear. It felt like a hand was squeezing his balls-a tight, hot hand that mashed his testicles and forced the warm cum to seek its release in the only way possible. "Fuck me, baby... " he groaned.
They wallowed together, their bodies writhing and rolling as one.
"Oh, babe...I wanna cum...I wanna cum in your box...ugghhh!Uuuhhh!"
Jim drove his dick deep into her. She moaned and ground her hips around his stroke.
"Yes! Yes!" she sobbed, her mound slapping hard against his underbelly. "Fuck me, Jim! Darling! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The sound of the other woman's pleas penetrated the ears of the blonde while she slurped and tongued the cock that rose before her. Wendy's excitement had a synergetic effect, adding to Sarenna's and multiplying.
Larry was lost in a world of his own, lightly grasping the blonde's head while he threaded his shaft into her willing mouth. He was savoring every lip-smacking second of the experience-sex that was as exciting as it was illicit. He had never dreamed he'd get the chance to fuck such a beautiful woman-and with his own wife's approval! God, it was like winning the lottery.
"Eat it!" he commanded. "Eat my prick! Make me cum!"
And then, as her lips clamped tightly and her cheeks hollowed around his cock, he felt a tickling sensation at the base of his balls...and a rush of pleasure.
"Oh, Jim!" Wendy shouted, a few feet away. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm going to cum!"
Jim jammed his cock into Wendy's cunthole and tried to hold back the rush of feeling that was threatening to overwhelm him while he nurtured the pressure that was building in her snatch.
"Please! Please!" she shouted. "Make me cum."
He angled forward as he made a powerful stroke and his hairy groin rasped across the sensitive tip of her clit.
"Aaaiiieeee! Ah-ahh-aaaaiiiieeee!"
Jim's cock sizzled in her slot. Hot jizm boiled from his balls and shot forth to spray the walls of her cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!"
He wrenched back and was able to slam one more thrust into her crotch before the second eruption splattered her womb. Then, he held tight and clenched his teeth while his cock drained itself and set incredible excitement rushing through his veins.
At that moment, Sarenna was just pulling her mouth away from Larry's wilting cock. Larry dropped back onto the couch. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Sarenna turned her attention to where her husband was busy spewing cum in the cunt of Larry's wife. Once again, she was getting to watch another couple fuck, and the sight kept the fire kindled that was burning in her groin.
"God," Larry mumbled. "God... "
No one else said a word for several minutes. Not until Jim and Wendy separated themselves and sat up together on the floor.
Wendy avoided her husband's and the other woman's eyes.
Jim just grinned.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Adultery," Larry croaked. "What?"
"Adultery. We're all committing adultery."
Jim laughed. "Speak for yourself. I'm just fucking my wives."
"Jim!" Wendy interjected hastily, trying to stop him.
Sarenna stared at him with a curious smile. "Wives?"
"Wives," Jim repeated smugly.
"I think you'd better explain yourself."
"You and Wendy are both my wives," he said with a smirk.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, God," Wendy murmured. She sank down in a chair across the room and buried her face in her hands.
"Wendy and I got married in Las Vegas."
"But-you're-how is that possible?" Jim explained.
"My God," Sarenna hissed finally. "What a mess."
"I don't believe it!" Larry said, shaking his head. "It's true," Wendy said quietly. Jim rummaged in a drawer at a side table, then thrust a document into Larry's hands. Wendy didn't have to see the official-looking piece of paper to know it was the damning certificate she had last seen in Las Vegas.
"I-is this legal?" Jim asked. "I don't know how legal it is," Sarenna said angrily, taking the marriage certificate from Larry's hands and tossing it aside. "But I do know we have some catching up to do. These two have been cheating on us."
Larry's jaw tightened as he looked up at the naked blonde who stood before him. "Y-y-you're damn right!" he said defiantly. Sarenna slipped into his lap and he pulled her close. "They owe us!"
"What can we say?" Jim said quietly, motioning for Wendy to join him as he slipped out of the room.
Jim took her hand and led her to the master bedroom. "They can have the couch," he told her, "we're going to do it like civilized people."
She laughed, feeling suddenly carefree, and looked around the bedroom. Sarenna had stamped her personality on the room. The curtains were frilly, and a dressing table contained a collection of several Barbie dolls, as well as the usual assortment of cosmetics.
"Does Sarenna still use Barbie as her model?" she asked Jim.
He nodded. "It's her ideal."
"I gave up on Barbie years ago."
"You grew up," he said, turning so that he could weigh her big boobs in his hand.
"I didn't have much choice," enjoying the delicious feelings that ran through her body as he manipulated her tingling flesh.
"Thank God!" He dropped his head so that he could rub his cheeks between her tits. His lips planted teasing kisses in the valley that separated them.
Sexual feelings slowly began to grow inside her again. She really appreciated the attention he gave her bosom. Larry had been attracted to her tits in the early part of their marriage, but now, he just took them for granted. But she always hated it when strange men were rude enough to ogle her big mounds. She knew they were just curious-anxious to see them as an oddity. But Jim absolutely relished being smothered in her tit flesh.
"So, do you know what I wanna do, now that we can do anything?" he asked.
"What do you mean, now that we can do anything?"
"The cat's out of the bag-our spouses know that we're married. So now, who's to stop us from acting freely like a husband and wife?" He chuckled. "We've got a license to fuck, don't we?"
"A license to get thrown into jail," she said, trying to bring him back to reality.
"Only if the law finds out. Who's going to tell? Not my wife-did you see how quickly she picked up on the situation? She has me by the balls; she can fuck anyone she chooses, and I can't say a word."
"How about my husband?"
"Come on, didn't you see his eyes? He's really got the hots for my wife. As long as he gets his share of pussy, he's not going to squawk. And Sarenna will take care of him. She's a great fuck."
Wendy stiffened. "Just how great?"
"On a scale of one to ten, I'd say a nine."
"Oh."
He chuckled. "And you, of course, are a ten."
"You're a smooth talker, aren't you?" she said, feeling pleased. "So what was it that you wanted to do."
"Ever had anybody fuck those big boobs of yours."
"No... "
"Well, lay your ass down on that bed, sweetheart, and let me plow those knockers of yours with this big thing that's hanging between my legs."
Intrigued by his suggestion, Wendy threw back the bedcovers and lay down on the sheets while Jim searched for something in the drawer of the bedside nightstand.
"Ah-ha," he said, holding up a tube of KY jelly.
"I'm not even going to ask what you and Sarenna use that for," she said with a blush.
"We certainly don't use it to fuck between her puny tits," he said while he squeezed some of the sex lube onto his palm and spread it over his stretched dick. "The little lady's got a really tight ass-hole. Do you know what I'd like to do before the day is over? I think I'll sneak up behind and screw her in the ass-hole while she's fucking your husband."
Wendy shuddered at the images that went through her mind as she stared at his stretched cock, smeared now, from end to end with greasy lubricant. "Jim, you're really got a filthy mind."
"Don't you just love it?"
Chuckling, Jim crawled up on the bed and straddled her belly on his knees. His cock stabbed the air above her like a huge lance. Mounting Wendy's chest, he pushed his lubricated cock between her huge tits.
"Damn, these things are nice," Jim said in admiration.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured pleasantly as she squeezed the mounds together and enclosed his shaft. It felt like a hot poker against her sensitive skin. Jim began sawing back and forth slowly, pushing the full length of his prick through the fleshy embrace. Wendy watched the dick's purple head push through, then disappear back into the comfy tunnel of tit flesh. Her nipples filled and firmed.
Jim's mouth watered as he stared at the long, tasty-looking spikes. Too bad there was no way to contort himself so that he could feast on those plump buds while he fucked her soft, creamy masses of tit flesh.
His pants and grunts filled the room, joining her delicate moans as ecstatic feelings rose within him.
Jim had to restrain himself. Fucking Wendy's tits was so exciting that he could cum almost immediately. But he wanted to prolong it so that he could enjoy the spine-tingling pleasure until he couldn't possibly stand it anymore. Fighting his urges, he held back for several minutes while he stroked steadily between Wendy's soft, warm tits. His own juices had joined the initial lubricant to make the fleshy tunnel as smooth and slick as the inside of a pussy.
Wendy's moans grew in intensity. The head of his cock teased her, its weepy eye winking at her each time it poked its way through her big mounds.
Lifting her head, she stuck out her tongue so that she could lick the swollen head at the end of its stroke. Jim grunted and pushed harder, pressing the entire head of his dick between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the tip each time the knob penetrated her puckered lips.
"God, yes!" Jim moaned. "Oh, baby, that's great!"
Jim squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, holding back the boiling fire that was overpowering his groin. Wendy's lips were capturing several inches of his cock now, while her tits cuddled the remainder of the shaft warmly. It was no longer possible to separate the sensations; his cock was just a throbbing mass of stimulated nerve endings. When she reached up and pinched his own tight nipples, shivers raced up and down his spine.
"Cum, honey," she breathed between cock sucks.
"Cum...cum... "
"Oh, God, yes!" Panting, he increased the speed of his tit-fucking cock strokes. "Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum in your tits!"
As Jim fucked faster, Wendy pressed her tits even tighter around his moving shaft. Her mouth opened, forming a target for his prickhead as it thrust forward.
"Go, darling! Cum! Cum-"
Jim's prick let go. A white gob of hot cream spattered between her upper lip and her nose. She leaned forward to capture the tip as it exploded again. The warm cream splattered her tonsils and ran down her throat. Jim let out a yelp to accompany each blast as he discharged his passion into her mouth. When he finally pulled back, Wendy's tongue cleaned away the dripping remnants of the first shot that splattered her face. Then, she took a deep breath.
Jim's cock had only lost a little of its stiffness. He pulled it away from her tits and whipped it back into throbbing readiness.
Wendy moaned and spread her knees and thighs wide. She reached out to grasp his prick and tried to pull it to her gaping cunt. But Jim had other ideas. He backed away and bent his head between her legs. She let out a soft sigh as his mouth nuzzled the warm flesh of her cunt. Her split was dripping with juices. His tongue licked around the hairy opening, cleaning them away. He licked and sucked, punctuating his efforts with appreciative moans and groans.
Wendy's excitement grew expectantly, waiting for his tongue to toy with her clit and send her soaring to oblivion.
But, once again, Jim changed his method of attack. Pulling his mouth away from her split, he rose on his knees between her legs.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he assured her.
Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it to the entrance to her love canal. Holding his breath, he eased the tip between the swollen lips. And then, slowly, his prick began to disappear into her tight hole.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "I love you, baby," she said, just before his tongue slipped into her mouth. "Mmmmmm."
She sucked on his tongue while his hips worked, sliding his cock in and out between her legs. Her fingers combed through his hair and her hard-tipped tits pressed up and rubbed against his hairy chest.
Gripping her waist, he stroked his cock in her pussy. She dug her fingers into the sheet and forced her hips upward, rolling her crotch around his stroking pole. Their organs worked together, sending sensual thrills through their joined bodies.
"Ohhh, Jim!" Wendy gasped. "You have such a wonderful cock! I just love the way it fucks! I love it! I love it!"
Jim's breathing tightened as his senses became saturated. The cunt clutching at his prick, the hard nipples grinding into his chest, the delicate gasps of excitement that came from Wendy's lips-they all combined into a fiery arousal. He groaned each time he had to withdraw his slick tool from her body, and sighed with relief with every inward plunge that wrapped him in her throbbing flesh.
His lunges became harder, longer. She groaned in sweet agony, tossing her head from one side to the other. His thighs shook each time her cunt clamped around his enormity completely. Over and over, his hips rose and fell, driving them both toward orgasm.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Wendy whispered. "Your cock feels like a part of my pussy. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me and make me cum!"
Jim closed his eyes and tried to push everything out of his mind so that he could concentrate on the feel of Wendy's tight, hot cunt cuddling his cock. He thought he could feel the pulsing within her, the rippling of her love muscles around him. His own longing to cum became too powerful to ignore.
Suddenly, Wendy's twisting stopped. She arched upward with a short cry of desperation. And then, something inside her snapped. Her consciousness gave way as the seizures of an orgasm gripped her.
Her body twisted, her cunt spiraling around his cock. He tried to hold back, wanting to give her the advantage, but it was no use. His control gave way, and cum began pouring from his prick, one thick charge after another that matched the spasms of her rapture. His juice filled her and overflowed. As his cock drained, he fell atop her and embraced her. Their hips continued to work, trying to extend the excitement, but to no avail.
Gradually, their struggles stilled. They remained together, sweaty flesh pressed to sweaty flesh, while her heart echoed the pounding in his own breast. Finally, he pulled away. He dipped his head to kiss and lick her nipples, and then dropped down beside her.
In the living room, Larry couldn't believe his good fortune. The naked pixie perched on his lap facing him was too sexy to believe. Short blonde hair, pert tits, a cute little muff between her legs, and dimples and the kind of smile that couldn't help but put fire in a man's blood.
"Barbie," he whispered.
"Huh?"
"You remind me of a Barbie doll."
"Oh!" she squealed. "You're so sweet!" Pressing her tight tits to his chest, she gave him a kiss. "And you're my cute-dicked Ken."
"Cute-dicked?"
"Um-hmm," she said with a chuckle, reaching down to tuck his cute dick carefully into the furry notch of her crotch. The cheeks of her ass felt smooth and warm against his legs.
"Jeez," he gasped, feeling her pussy thatch curl around his stretched pole.
She giggled. "You've got kind of a short fuse, don't you?"
"It's just that you're so sexy-"
"Oooh! You're sooo sweet!" She hunched upward and came back down, capturing his cock.
"How's that, lover?" she asked, panting slightly as her excitement slowly built.
Lover? He liked the sound of that. God, what had he done to deserve this?
"Would you rather be with your wife?"
"Huh? My wife?"
She chuckled. "That was the woman you came in with, wasn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, my wife."
"You know, the woman with the big tits?" the blonde wheedled, wiggling her firm, little tits against his chest.
Larry gulped. "Oh, don't get me wrong, she's all right-"
"But it's kind of like fucking a cow, isn't it?" Sarenna coached, shoving a pink-nippled tit toward his mouth.
"Yeah, a cow-mmmph."
Sarenna rose and fell gently on his captured prick, teasing her senses while he sucked on her tit. Her fingernails tickled the back of his neck. Almost the whole of her mound disappeared into his mouth, coming back out gleaming with saliva.
"like my tits, honey?"
"Love 'em...mmm-mmmph."
Her sleek legs wrapped around his hairy, muscular thighs. His cock felt strong in her moist cunt. Her mound brushed against his wiry clump of pubic hair, and heat radiated upward from where their organs joined to warm her body.
This was a real kick for her. Her husband may have had other lovers, but this was a first for her since their marriage. And she didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. If he was going to have his, there was no reason she couldn't have hers. And Larry with his hard cock was a great start.
As Larry began heating up, he began pushing upward. There was no way he could just sit still and let that juicy, pink-fleshed pussy do all the work. He lurched upward, trying to press the head of his cock to her backbone. She held on and bounced, magnifying the effect of each hammering thrust until it was impossible to tell just who was fucking who.
"Hang on," he said, wrapping his arms around her to hold her in position as he stood up.
She tightened her legs around his hips and locked her hands behind his neck.
He carried her to the center of the room and laid her on the carpet. Falling into position between her legs, he resumed his stroke as if there had been no interruption. But this time, he was able to drive powerfully between her legs, his stroke causing her delicate frame to shake.
Larry's hips rose high, then they rammed his prick deep into her as he slid back between her legs. She matched his motion, her hips pumping and grinding around his pole as it plunged in and out of her soft depths.
"Oh, baby, this is great," he hissed as his balls began to tighten. "You're a hell of a fuck."
Larry had no desire to delay this climax. He knew this one would be bigger and better than the earlier one, and he couldn't wait for it to happen. The hot, wet grip of her pussy on his cock fired his imagination and encouraged him onward.
"Yes, yes, yes, honey! Fuck me! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And then Sarenna's legs shot straight up into the air. Her hips jerked upward and a sharp climax broke over her.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, baby, fuck me faster! Faster, faster!" White-hot pleasure seared her nerve endings. Her pussy convulsed around his driving manhood while her body jerked and thrashed under him. "Cum, honey! Cum in my cunt!"
Her words reinforced her actions and his cock began to swell inside her. He made a final, quick stab, and his balls erupted, sending liquid ecstasy flooding into her core. Pulse after pulse of hot cream shot through her loins, sending thrills cascading through her trim frame.
As their convulsions ended, he hugged her and gave her an open-mouthed kiss that was filled with feeling. They sucked on each other's tongue as their passions cooled, then they slowly separated. Larry leaned up on an arm and viewed her passion-flushed body. In his mind at that moment, she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world. "That was powerful," she whispered. "Yes. It was."
They sat up and Larry reached for his clothes. Sarenna pulled on her panties.
"So what now?" he asked tentatively.
They both glanced toward the hallway that led to the bedroom where their spouses were still...dallying.
She grinned and watched the way his eyes seemed to catch every tiny little movement of her bare tits. "I don't know," she replied. But in her heart, she had a feeling that they'd only begun to explore the possibilities that had been opened up to them.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jim poked a burger with the long tines of the barbecue fork. Pale pink juices sizzled out. "Almost done," he announced, stepping back from the grill. He would have been naked if it hadn't been for the chef's apron he had tied around his waist.
The party had moved outdoors. Larry was standing beside Jim, wearing a swimsuit his host had loaned him. The two women were sunning themselves on chaises beside the pool. They wore bikini bottoms that Sarenna had supplied; their tops were bared.
"Isn't that a pretty sight?" Jim commented, nodding toward the women.
Larry's eyes turned to take in the view of the women soaking in the sun once again.
"Wasn't it Bali where the women used to go around without any tops?" Jim went on.
"Amongst other places," said Jim.
"Interesting custom."
"Very."
Sarenna chuckled. The women were close enough to hear everything the men were saying.
"You guys are too much." She turned to Wendy. "For a couple of loyal husbands, they sure showed their true colors fast enough, didn't they?"
Wendy grunted a good-natured response.
"You're getting red," Sarenna told her.
"I don't get out in the sun very much."
"Turn over on your tummy," Sarenna advised, reaching for the bottle of suntan lotion that was beside her chair. "I'll put something on you."
Wendy groaned and shifted her position.
"You have a nice body," Sarenna remarked as her eyes scanned the other woman's nude figure.
She moved over to sit on the chaise beside Wendy once Wendy had turned over. She dribbled a stream of the suntan oil over Wendy's back and began to rub it in.
"That smells nice," Wendy murmured lazily.
"Coconut oil," Sarenna explained, tugging at the knots that held Wendy's bikini bottom in place while she massaged the oil into her back. "It'll keep you from burning and help you get a nice, even tan." Her hand moved down to rub oil over the silky, smooth cheeks of Wendy's ass.
"Now, don't be naughty," Wendy warned when she felt Sarenna's fingers slip into the crack of her ass.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
Wendy tittered. "Mmmmmm, yes, but-"
Sarenna gave her ass a slap. "Roll over, honey. Let me do your front."
Wendy did as the Sarenna urged. She flushed under the other woman's gaze.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"I've...never been naked like this around another woman before."
"Interesting, isn't it?" Sarenna replied, pouring a circle of oil around her bellybutton.
Yes, it was interesting, Wendy thought as she felt the feather-light touch of the other woman's fingers rubbing the oil over the front of her body.
"You're pretty down here," Sarenna said, her fingers fluffing the curls that thickened below Wendy's navel.
Wendy's stomach muscles fluttered.
"Now, let's just see what it is that fascinates those guys so much," Sarenna said with a grin. She poured a little of the oil onto her hands and began to massage it into Wendy's tits.
"Nice?"
"Mmmmmm," Wendy purred, closing her eyes. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Sarenna didn't answer the question. "You have pretty nipples," she said softly. Then, tenderly grasping Wendy's throbbing tits, she leaned over and gently licked her nipples.
Wendy caught her breath at the novelty of the sensation. Sarenna's soft tongue made her nipples tingle, just like a man's would. But the thought of being caressed by another woman added an extra depth to the sensation. There was no way she could push the other woman away-even if she wanted to.
The two men beside the barbecue turned their attention away from the cooking burgers. They looked on with grins of approval.
"Ohhh, Sarenna," Wendy purred, trailing her fingers through Sarenna's hair while the blonde licked ever-widening circles around her nipples.
Desire rose in both of them. Her nipples swelled. Sarenna sucked them into her mouth. While Wendy responded with soft moans to the strange feelings that were surging through her, Sarenna reached down with one hand to unfasten her own bikini.
Naked, Sarenna eased onto the chaise chair, wedging herself against Wendy. She wrapped her arms around Wendy's neck and kissed her.
Wendy met Sarenna's lips without hesitation. Sarenna wiggled against her oil-slick body and pressed her hips to Wendy's. Their breasts crushed together.
Just watching was enough to excite the two male observers. Larry tore off the swimsuit he had been wearing to allow his hardening cock the freedom to move upward without restraint. Jim, too, was sporting an erection behind his cook's apron.
Sarenna broke the kiss long enough to whisper a question to Wendy. "Do you wanna do it?"
"N-no-yes! But I don't know how-I've never-"
"I have," Sarenna murmured. "Once, in college. Just...follow my lead."
"Yes... "
Sarenna pushed up and adjusted the lounge so that it reclined into a flat mat. Then, she began to kiss her way down Wendy's body. She twisted around as her lips nipped playfully at Wendy's mammoth tits then trailed down over her flat belly toward her bushy muff. She took a deep breath of the musky aroma of Wendy's pussy. Then she swung her knees around until she was straddling Wendy's face and her eyes were staring directly down at Wendy's dark mound.
Cupping the cheeks of Wendy's ass in her hands, Sarenna lowered her face and flicked her tongue over her pussy. Wendy's split was oozing with hot, sticky juices. Sarenna tasted them, then her tongue flashed out and touched her clit.
"Mmmmmm, good," she breathed as she savored the flavor of Wendy's pussy juices. Her lips widened around Wendy's cunt split and her tongue slipped in to lick the slick inner walls.
Wendy felt a sense of elation. Her lips hunched upward toward the other woman's face. She was glad this was happening. It felt so good that she just knew she had to return the pleasure. Wrapping her arms around Sarenna's legs, she pulled her down so that she could eat her cunt with the same uninhibited enthusiasm that the other woman was showing between her own legs. Sarenna ground her hips right into Wendy's face while her tongue worked Wendy's clit.
Wendy tried to ignore the wonderful feelings that were surging through her body so that she could concentrate on Sarenna's steamy pussy. Sarenna's smell smothered her with its richness. Her juices were so thick that they ran down Wendy's chin. They tasted sweet and she teased her tongue deeper into the other woman's body. As the waves of passion rose to wash over her own body, she replaced her tongue with her finger and started sucking on the fleshy extension of Sarenna's clit. While she sucked, she finger-fucked the other woman's hot hole.
The pressure built steadily as Sarenna nibbled and chewed on her own clit. Wendy responded by sucking harder. She ground her hips into to Sarenna's face. "Eat me, Sarenna," she begged. "Yes, yes! Don't stop! Eat me."
Sarenna's tongue drilled into her hole.
Wendy's pussy began to quiver.
"Yes, yes!" she cried as she began to cum. Sweet juices from her pussy drenched Sarenna's tongue.
Sarenna shuddered as she sucked up Wendy's juices. Suddenly, she began to cum herself.
Both women moaned loudly between tongue strokes in each other's cunt. Their pussies writhed, grinding back at the faces that were tongue-fucking them. They pushed each other to a pulsing peak of pleasure.
Jim set aside the platter of burgers that he had taken off the grill. "C'mon," he said, nudging Larry in the ribs, "this is too good to pass up."
Taking Jim's lead, Larry followed him to where the two women were stretched out on the chaise. Jim went to the end where his wife's loins were poised over Wendy's head; Larry approached the other end.
Moans of pleasure encouraged Jim as he spread his legs to straddle the chair and moved up behind his wife's ass. Wendy's face was under her, still gently tonguing her soppy pussy and inhaling her musky aroma.
Jim cupped the smooth cheeks of Sarenna's ass in his hands and gently probed her ass-hole with his finger.
Sarenna's moans became louder, and she wiggled her ass back against the tip of his finger.
Jim slipped his free hand down between Sarenna's legs to slide it into her juicy cunt, competing with Wendy's tongue. It came back out slick and shiny. He pulled the slippery finger back and gently prodded her tightly puckered ass-hole. Her hips swayed, then began to jump and jerk with rising excitement.
Sarenna flexed her ass and pressed back against the finger that was teasing her. The puckered orifice suddenly yielded, and his finger moved into her ass channel.
"Yes, honey," she gasped. "Oh, yes!"
At the other end of the chaise, Larry gently flexed his massive cock, keeping his hard-on peaked, while he watched Sarenna's head rise from Wendy's pussy. The blonde-haired woman threw back her head in a gaping, "Aaaaaah."
Larry stepped forward and pushed the hard head of his dick into her open mouth.
He felt the hot inner walls of her cheeks close around his cock and her head began to bob up and down on it.
On her back, Wendy felt a sudden emptiness when Sarenna's tongue left her pussy. But her excitement continued, unabated, as she looked up between the other woman's legs to and watch Jim pull his finger from the tight brown muscle of Sarenna's ass-hole. Jim slipped it between her legs and into her pussy again to steal juices which he applied to her tight little ass-hole, making it slick and receptive.
Wendy filled with perverse excitement. "Butt-fuck her," she heard herself say.
Jim grunted a response. Crouching behind his wife's ass, he smeared some of her cunt slime over his cock. Wendy reached around and spread the cheeks of Sarenna's ass for him. He grasped her hips and pressed forward. The swollen head of his cock penetrated the tightly puckered ass-hole.
"Mmmmmph!" Sarenna cried, her mouth stuffed full with Larry's cock.
"Oh, yeah!" Jim grunted. His cock disappeared between the firm, rounded cheeks of his wife's ass.
Gripping her hips, he began pumping his hips, stroking his cock in and out of the tight walls of her ass channel. Her tightness squeezed the sensitive head of his dick and made him tremble with excitement. Sarenna's jaws tightened around the cock that was filling her mouth and she began to weave her hips, thrusting her ass back against the hard, charged pole that was sliding in and out of her ramp.
"Fuck my ass, honey," she murmured around the cock that was filling her mouth. "Mmmmmph! Yes! Fuck me, fuck my ass!"
Larry shuddered as her hot tongue swirled around his throbbing manhood. While she clutched his balls with one hand and rolled them between her fingers, he fucked his stiff cock in and out of her face. The blue veins that laced it stood out sharply and his cock pulsed with power. It was obvious the woman enjoyed a meal of a good cock-even when she was getting her ass-hole fucked!
Jim didn't know whether his wife's moans of ecstasy where the result of his cock in her ass or Larry's in her mouth. But he didn't care. She had a lovely, tight ass, and it was pure pleasure to fuck it. Below the junction, Wendy was peeking up and watching his cock slide in and out of Sarenna's tight brown hole. She shuddered, remembering the feeling of that monstrous organ plundering her own rear. Oh, how she envied the sexy blonde.
Jim's hips rammed faster and faster. Sarenna's moans became louder as he drove her ever closer to a climax. Wendy reached up to help. Her fingers gently rubbed the other woman's clit.
Larry was going out of his mind as it was. This was just too much. The whole idea of having sex with another guy's wife right along with him was enough to blow anyone's mind. And it felt so fucking good! God! The woman loved sucking a guy's nuts! Shit, what sweet misery.
Sarenna gulped madly as her own excitement rose. She loved the taste of his cock! It seemed sweet, pure, innocent-the absolute opposite of her husband's earthy, experienced organ. She wanted him to cum and fill her gullet again with her rich cream.
But Larry was actively fighting back the urge to cum. He tried doing math problems in his head as a distraction. But it was no use. Each stroke of the pretty woman's lips along the length of his cock pulled his attention back to the awesome thrills that shot up from his groin. Amazingly, her mouth was able to completely cover his long cock. And, at the same time, her fingers tickled behind his nuts.
God! What a blow job!
Larry grabbed her head and tried to control her enthusiasm. Looking across her smooth-skinned back, he watched Jim fuck her in the ass. The slurping sounds her mouth made around his cock accompanied the groans as the three of them worked together. Each sought their own enjoyment, at the same time increasing that of the other two. God, a three-way fuck! It was too much!
A humming sound started deep in Sarenna's throat, and her tongue thumped rhythmically against the sensitive underside of his cock as her mouth swept over it.
Oh, God, this was too much...too much!
"Mmmmmm," Sarenna gurgled. She felt the pulsations in his cock, and she knew he was about to cum. His thigh muscles clenched, and he pressed forward. She clamped her lips around the base of his cock. Larry held her head as his hips thrust forward, driving his cockhead into her throat. "Ugghhhhh!"
Cum pumped into her throat. She gulped it down. Larry's body jerked, and another warm stream of juice rolled down her throat.
Behind her, Jim had sensed what was happening. He rammed his hips into his wife's ass, driving his cockhead deep into her rectum. He shouted as his balls burst. A flood of hot cum washed into her bowels.
"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! Aaargh! Mmmmmm." White, hot excitement suddenly steeled Sarenna's body. The splash of cum inside her at both ends finally triggered her climax. She sucked on the cock in her mouth and shoved back against the one penetrating her anus. Waves of ecstasy lifted her spirit completely free of her frantically pounding body. For a time, she floated in a paradise of pure ecstasy.
Larry finally fell back, exhausted, his cock pulling away from the blonde's drooling mouth. Jim dropped forward across his wife's body. The pile of pulsating flesh collapsed, almost smothering Wendy beneath them. But the heavy-titted woman hardly noticed. With her fingers flying across her charged clit, she was lost in her own private world of rapture.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was obvious that something special was happening between them. All four were sitting naked, eating hot dogs, hamburgers, baked beans, and coleslaw together. Each one was thinking about it, but no one was saying anything about it.
Until Wendy got up to throw her paper plate in the trash.
"What was it like?" Jim asked, turning toward his wife.
"Making love with another woman?" said Sarenna. "Yes."
"It was neat."
Larry chomped down the last bite of his hot dog and muttered something. "What was that?"
"I said, we're all going to hell!" he shouted. His outburst startled the others, then they laughed.
"Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud, honey," his wife chided.
"Yeah, lighten up, Larry," Sarenna chimed in.
"It isn't right," he said, shaking his head sadly. "It should be one man, one woman."
"Didn't you enjoy it."
"That's not the point."
"What religion are you?" Jim asked curiously.
"I don't go to church," Larry replied with a sheepish look.
"Well, if you were an Arab, it would be all right-isn't that where harems come from? Or, if you were a Mormon-"
"Yeah, Larry," Sarenna teased.
"You guys aren't taking this seriously," Larry grumbled.
"The next thing you'll be saying," Jim went on, "is that if God wanted us to have two women we would have been born with two wives."
Even Larry laughed at that.
"I guess I am being a little foolish."
The trim blonde slipped into his lap. "Honey, you're being downright ridiculous."
Wendy watched her husband's arms enfold the petite blonde and her apprehension eased. Everything was going to be all right. Feeling at ease, she dove into the pool and swam its length underwater. When she stood up at the far end and wiped her eyes and tossed the water from her hair, she saw Jim diving into the water to join her.
They swam together for a while, then came up beside each other in the shallow end of the pool.
The sun was beginning to set, and its rays painted a golden glow across his shoulders. With the water dripping from his nude body, he was an impressive sight. Magnificently masculine. Incredibly sexy. His balls were underwater, but he sported a hard-on that pushed the tip above the surface.
Wendy moved in close to Jim and hugged him. She pressed her massive tits against his chest. His cock pushed up against her belly. Wendy felt a thrill of satisfaction when she looked down to see the swollen, purple head of his cock poking out of the water and peeking up at her.
She reached down to give it an affectionate squeeze. It was warm in her hand, and she thought she felt it gently throbbing. Maybe just her imagination. Maybe not.
Wiggling closer, she slipped it between her legs. The plush, wet fur of her pussy closed around it and her pussy lips cuddled it warmly.
Jim reached out and grabbed her hips to pull them closer together. He was ready to take her, right then and there. He groaned out loud and started sawing his cock between her thighs. His cock probed her clasping legs like a spear, teasing, without penetrating, her cunt. Shifting the angle of his stroke, he tried to skewer her split.
But Wendy wasn't quite ready for that yet. They had both fucked several times already, so now they could take their time and pamper their libidos.
Pulling away from him, she splashed to the edge of the pool and climbed out of the water. He was right behind her, and not as keen on waiting as she was. Catching her, he pulled her to the ground. He crawled between her legs and made a thrust to enter her, but she extracted herself, laughing.
Turning the tables, she rolled over on top of him. Jim's ass rose immediately from the ground, thrusting his hips upward. Wendy's cunthole was wet and slippery, and his prick caught it and pushed up into her easily. She settled over his belly, her cunt completely swallowing his cock.
Wendy straightened over Jim's belly and slid her hands down over his muscular chest. He reached up and took her tits in his hands. While her cunt gently stroked his pole, he massaged the supple, hanging globes of tit flesh.
She was getting good at this, she thought, as she moved up and down on his hard prick. Good at fucking. It was true that practice made perfect. She twisted teasingly as she felt his pecker quiver inside her. To think that she had wasted all those years thinking that fucking was just something one did naturally, not a talent that could be developed and improved upon. Thanks to the horny bastard beneath her, she had learned the truth before it was too late.
She was soon bouncing atop Jim's supine form. Her cunt clutched his prick tightly, but the hard length slid easily in and out of her hot, wet loins. He was beginning to push up into her, trying to shove his swollen prick farther into her each time their groins pushed together.
He met her, stroke for stroke. Bouncing atop him, her greedy pussy twisted around his cock, pushing them both to feverish excitement. There was nothing lady-like about her enthusiasm-she was lusty and feral. Her hair flew around her head, and her features contorted as her passion approached an excruciating peak.
"Fuck me, baby," Jim wheezed. "That's the way! Damn, that feels nice! Your cunt is smothering my prick!"
"Mmmmmm." She was lost in a world of sensation.
"Faster, baby! Faster! Harder!"
Jim grabbed her thighs to help hold her steady as she worked rapidly over his pole. Droplets of sweat began to form on her body, and they trickled down to mix with the perspiration and juices that gathered in the mushy junction of their organs. He gritted his teeth as his throbbing dick strained for completion. The cum was beginning to boil in his balls. Any minute now, his prick would release its load and end all this tension.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. His hips twisted and churned. His ass rose to drive his cock hard into her hot pussy, pushing her high into the air. "Fuck...fuck...fuck... "
While Jim and Wendy screwed on the grass, their spouses had been doing more than just sitting around talking. Sarenna was perched on the edge of a lawn chair with her feet spread, while Larry sat on the ground between her thighs. He was busy eating her pussy.
Larry's face mashed against Sarenna's twat, his tongue twisting as it darted in and out of her hole. His lips smacked as he eagerly slurped up her juices. Her body shook, and her ass wiggled in the chair. The suck job was thrilling them both.
The other couple were enjoying their own pleasures. Wendy's up-and-down motion had settled to a pace that kept them both on edge. An excruciating, almost painful, edge.
Sarenna moaned loudly as Larry's tongue danced between her legs. Her clit was buzzing wildly, and it felt like it was going to burst. She endured only a moment of that before her cunt started convulsing. She gasped as sensations spread from her fluttering pussy throughout her entire body. For a moment, she was in heaven.
With Sarenna temporarily appeased, Larry turned his attention to his own wife, who was happily bouncing on their host's fuck pole. His own pecker was straining for a hot hole to cuddle it. With that thought in mind, his gaze swept down his wife's back to watch the way her ass cheeks flexed each time she rose and fell on Jim's cock. Her puckered ass-hole seemed to be winking at him.
Larry started to sweat. Instantly, he recalled the tight pleasures of his wife's anal orifice. And she liked it herself-he remembered her telling him that. Jeez, if he could just...but he couldn't; she was busy fucking another man.
Just the same, he got up and started moving toward her, as if mesmerized. Was it possible for him and Jim, both, to have her at the same time? One with his cock in her pussy, and the other with his cock stuffed up her lush ass?
Sarenna's jaw dropped as she watched Larry move up behind his wife. Oh, God! This was too much! Too much!
"You're going to get it," she warned Wendy gleefully. "They're going to fuck you front and back at the same time."
"They can't," Wendy said breathlessly. "It's not possible."
"Bet me!" said Sarenna, moving closer to watch as Larry whipped his dick into a stiff hard-on.
Larry caught Wendy's hips to still her motion for a moment, then pressed the tip of his prick into the crack of her butt.
Sarenna gasped as she felt his cock enter her. "My God!" she gasped. "You're-"
"Yeah, I am!" grunted her husband as he shoved his prick all the way into her ass channel.
"Ohhh!"
He began humping her ass. His motion caused her to resume her cunt strokes on Jim's cock.
Wendy loved it. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass-hole!" Two men, two cocks. Her cunt and her ass were getting it at the same time. Each time Larry's stiff meat pushed into her, she slid off Jim's cock, coming back down on it with Larry's withdrawal. One going out, one pushing in-double the pleasure, double the fun.
Wendy loved it in the cunt. She loved it in the ass. And now she was getting it in both holes at the same time. God, what more could she possibly ask for?
Larry leaned over her and paused to catch his breath. Wendy's squirming body continued to stroke him with a slow, smooth rhythm as she worked over Jim's cock. Her body was able to swallow both organs to the hilt at the same time.
Any pain Wendy had felt when Larry first entered her rectum had long since vanished. The only sensation now was the gut-filling feeling of his long, thick prick stuffing her butt. The sensation was not quite as strong as those from Jim's stiff poker in her cunt, but the two added and flooded her mind with excitement.
Larry started plowing Wendy's ass with force again. He was going all out now, too aroused to hold back. Wendy was forced to match his pace riding Jim's cock. Meat pumped into her butt hole into her fuck-hole...hard and fast...long and deep!
Sarenna had never seen such an erotic sight! It made any of the sex movies she and Jim liked to watch pale in comparison. Two guys screwing one woman! And her poor husband, squashed at the bottom of the pile. He must be having the time of his life!
The blonde slouched down in the chair and spread her legs. She dropped her hand to cover her twat. Heat rose from the warm oval. Her hand started, gently rubbing the swollen lips, the heel of her hand applying pressure to her clit.
Wendy's body was aflame. The center of her body seemed nothing more than a molten cauldron...hot, sloppy and juicy, tingling wildly...her clit was beginning to buzz, and the sensations that rolled through her cunt were taking on a strong rhythm.
The air was filled with sex. You could see it, hear it, smell it. If anyone had peeked over the fence, they would have been shocked beyond belief.
But no one looked over the fence.
Jim came first, straining as his cock let loose a gushing load.
The warm cum spread warmth to Wendy's cunt. She cried out as her passion peaked and broke in a searing crescendo of excitement.
Panting, Larry pushed his prick fully into his wife's ass. It exploded, filling her rectum with fiery heat.
The threesome rolled together, caught in a whirlwind of passion.
Feeling left out, Sarenna moved her legs farther apart and rubbed her fist against her pussy. Her fingertips tweaked her clit. And then, she let out a loud groan. The fever caught her, and she joined the others' ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Larry climbed into bed that night, he looked at Wendy and said, "You're a wonderful woman, sweetheart." Pushing the covers aside, he gazed at her naked body. Then he bent and kissed her thighs. The caress brought a moan to her lips. She shuddered and rolled over, opening her legs to him and raising her knees.
His nose nuzzled her twat, and she felt his breath through her dark thatch of pubic hair. Moving around between her legs, he pulled them over his shoulders. His mouth closed over her pussy and she cried out with pleasure. Her hips angled upward, forcing herself more fully into his mouth.
It was unbelievable. They had already had so much sex today, and here they were, both ready for more.
Sliding his hands up to fondle her breasts, he began licking her pussy. His tongue strokes quickly drove her into the gut-wrenching throes of a climax. She sobbed and moaned as the pulses of pleasure passed through her body.
"Oh, darling... "
"I love you," Larry said. "Ohhhhh... "
She went immediately into a second orgasm.
Now, he shifted around to cover her body with his. She reached down to grasp his prick. She liked the soft, velvety feel of it. It hardened into a stout shaft as her fingers stroked it. It's potent power sent a thrill surging through her body. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her again.
He gave her a kiss, then ran two fingers into her opening, checking her juices, spreading them around. Pulling back on his knees, he smeared the lubricating fluids over his prick, then bent forward again. His thick prick found the wet opening of her sex and slipped inside. With a grunt, he pushed all the way into her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Yes, darling! Yes! Yes!"
Larry began stroking between her legs. Wild excitement filled him as her hot, wet vagina gripped and tried to hold his driving cock. He groaned loudly with each thrust.
There was more than lust in their carnal embrace; there was love. And that love nurtured and added to their excitement.
With his heart pounding, Larry drove relentlessly between his wife's loins. The rapidly moving, liquid union of their genitals had made their bodies one. He could feel the pulsing of her vagina just like it was a part of himself, and it sent his senses reeling as lust joined the love that filled his heart.
Wendy was breathless, overwhelmed by the sensations that were rolling through her body. She loved the feel of the penis probing her sex passage, the heavy balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass. Her hands cruised up and down his body, feeling the thick muscles that flexed with his movement. With all the sex she'd had that day, it would be hard to say that this was the best. But none had been better. None.
Her fears about letting another share their love life had been groundless. Sharing their affection with others had not dimmed their love for each other. On the contrary, it had enhanced it. They were filled with appreciation for each other-appreciation that each had allowed the other to indulge their senses in any way possible. What greater love, what greater trust, could a man and a woman have for each other?
Pride in being his wife gave her even greater pleasure as the excitement rose within her. The heat that burst in her belly was all-consuming. It transcended the slapping of flesh and the wallowing of organs, seeking fulfillment and sent her to a higher plane.
For a while, she walked with the gods. It was perfect. Sex with the man she loved. No, it was even better than perfect. Sex with one of the men she loved.
