Experts argue over whether or not a man is naturally monogamous. If we accept that he is, we must allow for the undeniable fact that many marriage partners arc not satisfied with the favors of one mate.
When we say "man", we must of course include "woman". Such a woman is the protagonist of this novel. Myrna Preston is a woman with a wandering eye. Safely married, she becomes bored with the predictability of her life. She feels there must be something more, though she is not sure what.
Myrna embarks upon an existence that offers her the excitement of new lovers and new situations. But, as much as she enjoys herself, fear of discovery haunts her continuously. Myrna is afraid to try to fend for herself. The security her husband offers is important to her. So she lies, and she suffers, and she cheats on her husband. Until the day her "mouse" of a husband turns into a lion.
His Horny Sister-In-Law - a novel with a message for many in this ever-changing world.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Myrna Preston pushed the newspapers to the side and felt around under the blanket. Somewhere she would find her husband's cock. She knew it was there and she was determined to find it.
"Stop that, hon," Greg said. He brought a can of beer to his lips and muttered as he stared at the television screen.
The horny blonde forced her hand inside the fly of his pajamas. As she expected, his cock was soft. "Why do you wear pajamas, hon?" she said. "'Guys your age sleep nude. Old farts wear pajamas."
"Find something to read," he said, pushing her hand away.
"Please," she teased, moving her hand back inside his fly. "I need to get laid. Come on, hon. you're my husband. I demand my marital rights."
He snickered and continued gazing at the television screen as she clutched his limp prick. Even soft it felt good in her hand. Velvety and thick.
"Right now your marital rights and mine conflict," he said. "And since I bring home the bacon, mine take precedence.
"Oh, fuck you!" she said, squeezing his prick hard until he groaned.
"Take it easy on the family jewels," he said as she squeezed his balls.
"You're getting hard, stud," she said.
"So?" The wrestling match on the television screen caught his attention again so he ignored her as she' caressed his cock and balls.
She lied when she told him he was getting hard. His cock barely throbbed in her hand. But she thought if she encouraged him, his prick might really get stiff.
Married five years and already they were like two old fogies, she thought. Not too different from her parents and his. And she didn't like it at all. She was much too young to live like a nun.
And so was Greg. They'd gone to high school together and had been married right out of school. Too young, she thought. Too young to settle down.
It was as much her fault as his and she knew it. It was she who had pushed him to get married. He'd wanted to wait a few years but she was in a hurry to start living.
Start living, she thought now with a sigh. Any girl who gets married at eighteen is crazy. I stopped living five years ago. God, why didn't someone tell me?
Greg's cock pulsated against her fingers and she pumped it lightly. Maybe she was getting to him after all. When he did fuck her, he was a pretty good lover. Not as good as he'd been when they were single, but pretty good.
Their bodies fit well together. He'd been her first man and when he was in the mood he knew how to turn her on. Why, oh why, do people have to change after they get married? She pumped his prick until it was hard enough for fucking and then she released it. The wrestling match would go on forever and she decided not to wait. She threw the blanket back and revealed her tits.
Greg had always loved her tits. In the old days before they were married one look at her jugs would turn him on. Even now sometimes he nursed on them for fifteen minutes at a time.
She hefted her tits in her hands and watched to see his reaction. He didn't appear to even notice that she was playing with her nipples.
She flicked the pink tips back and forth until they were hard, but he still didn't look at her.
"Hey," she said in a deliberately sultry voice. "Hey, big boy, look what mama's got for you?
It was no use. There were two new gorillas walking into the ring. Greg reached for a fresh can from the six pack on the table next to his side of the bed.
"That guy's a contender," he said.
"I do not give a flying fuck" she said.
He turned his head and finally noticed her naked tits. "What?"
"I said my nails are drying," she said.
"Oh."
He turned his attention back to the screen and she toyed with her tits. She cuddled closer to him and rubbed up against his arm. He sipped his beer and moved the can to her lips.
"Want a taste?" he said.
She clung to his arm. "I want a taste of your cock," she said.
He sighed deeply and punched his pillows. "You're impossible," he said.
She dropped her tits and moved her hand under the blanket to find his prick. Her pussy moistened when she rubbed her thumb over his piss -slit.
"Wanna fuck my tits, hon?" she purred.
"Huh?"
She squeezed his fuckpole. "I said, do you wanna fuck my titties?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Oh, you're no fun at all!" He sucked the last of the beer from the can and reached for another. "Jesus, look at the hold on that guy," he muttered.
"We never do anything fun anymore," she said.
"Are you complaining again?" he said, his eyes glued to the television screen.
"What if I am?"
"Get a job," he said. "I keep telling you.You need something to keep you busy. You've got too much time to think.. Get a fucking job and stop nagging."
She hung onto his muscular arm and rubbed her tits against him. "Maybe I will," she said, not for a moment taking him seriously.
"Listen, I mean it," he said, finally turning to her. "It'll keep you out of my hair and we can use the bread."
"Are things that bad?" she said. Greg sold insurance and the national economy wasn't helping his business.
"Things are okay, but not great. Sure we can use the extra money.
She took his hand and moved it over her tits. He held his fingers passively, but she forced them over her tits. It felt good. He had thick fingers and she moved them around her tits. Despite his lack of interest, it felt good on her sensitive knockers.
When he pulled his hand away, she moved under the blanket and reached for his fuckpole. She brushed it over her lips and licked his shaft. He groaned, but didn't object so she settled down to suck his cock.
She loved giving head. She liked it almost as much as getting fucked. Even more than getting her pussy licked. She opened her jaws and closed her lips over his cockhead. The flared rim filled her mouth and with a soft moan she pressed her lips against it.
She pushed the blanket aside and watched Greg's face as she slid her lips up and down his barely stiff prick. He showed no reaction as he sipped his beer and watched the wrestling match.
But his cock stirred in her mouth and she knew she was turning him on. She moved her lips halfway down his shaft and then all the way down to his root. She pressed her nose into his cock bush and clutched his nuts.
She heard Greg grunt and her excitement mounted. A cock in her mouth was better than no cock at all, she thought. She used her lips like a cunt now, sliding them back and forth on his fuckpole. She moved one hand to her pussy and masturbated while she mouthfucked him. Sweet Jesus, I'm wet, she thought as she fingered herself.
Greg used his free hand to caress her hair. "That's good, hon," he said.
Thank God he's not dead from the neck down, she thought.
"Lick my balls," he said.
That's better, she thought as she released his prick and swirled her tongue over his entire ball bag.
She scooped his balls into her mouth and let them float in her saliva. She moved one hand over his ass and tickled his brownie. She spit his nuts out and sucked his prick into her mouth and toyed with his asshole until he pushed her hand away.
"Keep away from my butt, he said.
"I don't mind when you fool around with mine," she said sarcastically.
"That's 'cause you're a pervert."
"You think anything but the missionary position is perverted.
"When did you get so sophisticated?" He squirmed his ass and stared at the television screen, but his lips were contorted with lust.
She darted her tongue over his cockshaft and balls. "I'd be willing to try a lot of things," she said. "You're the one who won't experiment."
"Fuck you," he said casually. "Lick my balls again."
"You're certainly not shy when you want something," she said, fluttering the tip of her tongue over his balls.
"Can't you ever shut up?" he growled.
She suctioned his prick into her mouth and tightened her lips around his shaft. "Maybe I will get a job," she mumbled.
"Get your mouth back on it!" He grabbed her hair and forced her mouth more firmly over his dick.
Her lips stretched wide and his cock pulsated wildly over her tongue.
"I'll believe it when I see it," he said.
She knew he was referring to her employment. I'll show him, she thought as she slobbered over his fuckhole. She released his shaft and held only his cock knob in her mouth. I'll not only get a job, I'll get a good job.
Now Greg forced his prick all the way into her throat and she held her breath to keep from gagging. He rocked his ass back and forth on the mattress and held her head in an iron grip.
"Suck it off!" he rasped.
She mouth fucked his prick and rubbed her tits against his thighs. She threw one leg over his calf and pressed her pussy against his knee. At least he wasn't watching the wrestling match anymore, she thought. At least I've got his attention.
"I'm gonna come," he said softly, in the voice she'd come to expect when he was very excited.
She mumbled and knew he understood. After all these years, a couple had unspoken agreements. He knew she wanted him to cream her tonsils. He knew she loved it. It was never a problem for her to swallow a load the way it was for some of her girlfriends.
Then he came and her mouth was soon filled with the bitter sweet whitish fluid. She gulped it down and rolled it around her tongue. God, she loved the taste!
She didn't release his prick until he pushed her head away. "Let go, you'lI bite it off," he said.
"It'd serve you right," she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
She settled back against the pillows and reached for his beer. She drank down a few gulps and moved his hand over her crotch.
"Frig me," she said.
"Frig yourself," he said, taking the can from her hand and draining it.
"I helped you," she whined.
"Who asked you?"
"You fucker!"
He moved his hand away from her cunt and reached for another beer. "Look at that gorilla," he said, staring at the television screen.
"I'm looking at the gorilla next to me," she said.
"Jesus, will you look at that hold!"
"I'm really not interested," she said grimly. She rubbed her cunt with one hand and tweaked her tits with the other. The sonofabitch wouldn't even help her get off! I'll never suck him off again. Never!
Except that I love it and I'd only be hurting myself, she thought as she frantically rubbed her clit. It's practically the only pleasure I get from the lug. Oh, shit!
She caressed her silken inner thighs as she thrust two fingers into her cunthole.
"Help me, hon," she whispered. "Just touch my clittie a little."
He ignored her as she gazed at the television screen. She pried her cuntlips open and plunged a third finger into her gash. She moved her fingers in and out quickly, using them like a cock. At the same time she used her thumb to rub her clit.
"You make it yet?" Greg said nonchalantly.
"Almost," she said through clenched teeth. She'd almost been there when he questioned her.
"Well, hurry up," he said.
"What?" She pulled her fingers out of her own and turned to him with disbelief.
"You're shaking the bed," he said.
"I don't believe you!" she cried.
She arched her back and raised her pelvis. She plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her cunt hair was soaked with juice and her breathing was ragged. She'd lose her mind if she didn't come and the asshole she was married to wouldn't even help.
She concentrated on her clit, rubbing the engorged little button until it was raw. She felt the rising heat of an approaching orgasm begin to rage through her. Thank God, she thought. Oh, Lord, make me come just once!
"Come!" Greg said suddenly, breaking the spell.
She stopped fingering herself and lay back with her eyes closed.
"What's, the matter?" Greg said. She opened one eye and cocked an eyebrow at him. "You ruined it," she said.
"What are you talking about, I ruined it?"
"I was about to come and you ruined it."
"Jesus, in a minute you're gonna blame me for burning the roast!"
"You know I can't talk when I'm about to blast off," she said.
"How the fuck was I to know you were ready to come?" he said.
"You have no sensitivity for my needs," she said, thrusting her fingers back into her cunt.
"Here, I'll do it," he said, pushing her hand away and substituting his own.
Her pussy walls clutched his thick fingers, pulling them deep inside her body. He hovered over her and leaned over to kiss her tits. "Yes, honey, that's good," she said. "Keep doing that, baby. That's nice."
He sucked one of her pink nipples into his mouth and frigged her until she came. Her entire body stiffened as the exquisite sensations coursed through her. The moment she stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and turned his attention back to the wrestling match.
"These two guys are killers," he said, downing half a beer.
"Don't stop!" she hissed.
He turned to her, looking perplexed. "What do you want? You came, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it wasn't enough. I need more." She tried to grab his hand and move it over her PUSSY!. But he pulled it back.
"Hey, watch it," he said. "You'll spill my beer."
"Oh. God, there's no hope," she said, burying her face in. the pillow.
She lay still for a few moments. She recovered her breath and then turned over onto her belly. She raised her legs in the air and slipped a hand under her body to her pussy.
"No hope for what?" Greg said. "We got any pretzels?"
"Downstairs in the cabinet under the onions," she muttered.
"Won't you get 'em, hon?" he said, leaning over and kissing her hair. "I don't wanna miss this."
"Oh, all right," she mumbled, rising up from the bed and padding across the room.
She didn't bother slipping into a robe, but ran downstairs naked, grabbed the pretzels and returned to the bed. She handed the box to Greg and rolled onto her side to watch the television screen.
"I think you're right," she said.
"Huh?" His mouth was stuffed with pretzels. "Right about what?"
"I think getting a job is a good idea," she said.
"All my ideas are good," he chuckled.
And that's not all I'll get, she thought. I'll get a job and maybe I'll get a lover too. God knows I deserve one. I'm certainly not getting taken care of here.
CHAPTER TWO
Her bravado disappeared when she discovered she had no marketable skills. The woman at the employment agency gazed at her sternly and then rummaged through a drawer.
"Do you type?" she said.
Myna looked down at her lap and swirled her wedding ring. "No," she said, "but I'd be willing to try."
Miss Tyler smirked. "Your application doesn't say a thing," she said. "Haven't you ever worked before?"
Myrna shook her head. "I got married right out of school."
"And? That's it?"
"Yes, that's it." She wanted to get out of the agency, but didn't know how to leave gracefully. The woman made her feel like an inept fool.
"Obviously you have no shorthand," Miss Tyler sniffed.
"Obviously," Myrna said, her patience running out.
"And you can't work a switchboard?"
"No, I can't." To herself Myrna giggled. But I give pretty good head!
"I have one job here that you might qualify for," Miss Tyler mused. "Have you ever done any selling of any kind."
"I told you, I've never worked."
"Oh, yes. Well, I have something here and all you need is a good telephone manner. Do you have that?"
"I guess so."
"I have a client who just might have something for you," the tall, skinny brunette said. "I'm going to give you an introductory slip. Go there and see if you can sell yourself. If not, I have nothing else. But I think you can get this job if you want it."
Myrna took the slip of paper from the woman and left the office. She almost threw the letter of introduction away. After hesitating a moment, she decided she had nothing to lose by going on the interview. It would be good experience, even if she didn't get the job.
When she arrived at the interview, the receptionist told her to be seated. "Mr. Green will be with you in a minute, honey," she said, smacking her gum. "And the job is as good as yours. Believe me, I can tell."
"I don't have any work experience," Myrna said" Do you know anything about the job?"
"It's telephone sales and you can do it in a minute," the girl said. "Just cross your legs and show him plenty of thigh. He'll love you."
She answered the phone and Myrna sat back and fluffed up her long blonde hair. The office was small and before the girl was finished a door opened and a man with a kind face motioned her inside.
"You're here about the job," he said with a sweet smile. "Sit down, dear, and tell me all about yourself."
"Didn't Miss Tyler tell you about me?" she said.
"She told me you were coming over," he beamed, clasping his hands on the desk. "But she didn't 'tell me how ravishing you are."
"Well, thanks," Myrna said. The interview was going better than she expected. "I've never worked before," she said. "Did she tell you that?"
"Yes, and it doesn't matter," he smiled. "All you need for this job, and it's yours if you want it, is a sweet telephone voice and a pretty face.
"Why do I need a pretty face if all I'm going to do is talk on the phone?"
"The nice phone manner is for my customers," he said in a whisper. "The pretty face is for me."
Myrna giggled as he leaned forward. "Just teasing, right?" she said.
"You're adorable."
He rose up and walked around the desk. When he took her hand, she rose up and followed him to the sofa. She sat down and smoothed her skirt. She said nothing when he brought out two glasses and a bottle of scotch. Since she'd never worked in an office, she didn't know procedure. Maybe this is the way people did things in the business world.
She accepted the straight scotch and sipped it slowly. Mr. Green sat down next to her and draped his arm around her shoulder.
"Drink up, dear," he said.
"What will I be selling?" she said, deliberately letting some thigh show.
"Oh, yes. You'll be selling restaurant coupons, but don't worry your head about that now." He smiled sweetly and she decided she was silly to think he was coming on to her. He was old enough to be her grandfather..
"Do you mean those things where if you buy one dinner you get the second one free or something?"
"Not entirely free, my dear, or we'd all go out of business in a week. But something like that.' He took her hand and kissed her palm. "Can you start tomorrow?"
"I guess!"
"You don't have to talk to your husband or anything, do you?"
She thought about Greg and shrugged. "My husband doesn't own me," she said.
"Good, good," he said gleefully. His fingers grazed her shoulder and she realized he was indeed coming on to her.
"Why, Mr. Green, I believe you're flirting with me," she smiled.
He threw his head back and roared. "That old bat, Miss Tyler, really outdid herself for once."
He patted her thigh and she sipped her scotch. Mr. Green's thigh pressed against hers and she left it there. It felt good. If she closed her eyes, she forgot that Mr. Green was close to sixty. She liked being touched and made a fuss over..
The old fart's giving me more attention than my own husband gives me, she thought.
Suddenly Mr. Green cupped her chin and kissed her on the lips.
"Why,, Mr. Green!" she said. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you," he chortled.
"How naughty," she said.
He kissed her again,, but this time he placed his hand over one of her tits while he snaked his tongue into her mouth. "Lovely," he murmured. "Just lovely."
Mr. Green wasn't her idea of a lover, but suddenly Myrna decided to go along with him. If his lovemaking was half as enthusiastic as she suspected it would be, he'd give her a good work over.
"Do you do this to all the girls who come for jobs'?" she said.
"Only the pretty ones," he said, squeezing her tit.
He darted his tongue over her lower lip and leered at her. "Are your collar and cuffs as blonde as your hair?"
"Maybe. And then again, maybe not," she teased.
He roared again. "You're a devil," he said. "You're just going to make me find out for myself, aren't you?"
"I didn't say that," she said, but he circled his arm around her waist and took her breath away with his searching kisses.
"Did I mention salary?" he said in a hoarse voice.
"No. What is it?" she said, draping her arm around his neck and returning his kiss.
"There isn't any."
"What?"
"Commission." He held her against him until her tits poked into his chest.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She uncrossed her legs and rubbed herself against him.
"Big tits," he said. "I love 'em big! I don't pay a salary. I pay commission on everything you sell."
He moved a hand under her skirt and stroked the skin at the top of her stockings. He unhooked her garter and fondled her velvety inner thighs.
"What if I don't sell anything?" she said.
He tongued her mouth and she clung to his neck. "You'll get laid every Friday, regular as clock work," he chuckled. "And once you've been laid by Sam Green, you'll spit on everyone else."
She felt dizzy from the scotch and the, heat of his, kisses. "Don't stop," she whispered.
Every fiber of her being responded to his caresses. She gave no consideration to the fact that she was a married woman, cheating on her husband. The only thing that mattered was the man's tongue probing her mouth and the urgency of his body against hers.
His hand moved from her inner thighs to her crotch.
"A girl who doesn't wear those damn pantyhose," he chuckled. "Praise the Lord!"
Myrna let her legs fall slightly open as his fingers wiggled inside the leg band of her bikinis. She knew she was wet. She was almost always wet.
Sam used his free hand to slip her shoes off and bring her legs up onto the sofa. His fingers slipped inside the crotch of her panties and soon touched her overheated cunt.
"I'm going to take your panties off!" he said gleefully.
"Go ahead!" she said.
"You mean it?" His eyes shone and narrowed.
"Go ahead before I change my mind."
"You bet!"
She raised her ass and he pushed her skirt up to her waist. He stared at her bikini covered pussy and her white thighs, still framed by her sheer nylons and her lacy garter belt.
"This is my lucky day," he snickered, yanking at his zipper. "That old bat, Tyler can have anything she wants from me."
His hands were all over her. He cupped both tits and then dropped his hands down to her waist. He kissed her again and again and snorted.
"We'll do this every day, won't we? Not just Friday. Every day. Oh, yes, we'll have wonderful times."
Myrna thought he was a little crazy. "Let's not make any long range plans," she said. "This job just might not work out."
"It'll, work. It'll work. Just don't you worry about that. I'll make it work. Just don't you worry."
He dropped to the floor and Myrna wondered for a moment whether he was ill. "Are YOU okay?" she said. Just my luck, she thought. I'm about to get fucked and he'll have a heart attack on me.
"I'm fine. Fine. Never been better." His face took on a luminous quality and his eyes sparkled. He pressed his cheek against her naked thighs and licked the sensitive area near her pussy.
"Will you let me lick your cunt?" he said shyly. He slid his fingers inside the crotch of her panties and sought her sex starved pussy.
"Yes, of course," she said. "What are we waiting for?"
One finger moved up and down her horny slit. "You've been deprived, haven't you?" he said. "You're a very wet little girl."
"Jesus, of course I'm wet," she said. "I don't normally cheat on my husband, Mr. Green, but you're taking so long to do this I might as well be home."
"You're a mouthy little thing, aren't you?" he said, moving his finger up and down her gash.
"Don't stop!" she cried as he climbed back onto the sofa.
He paid no attention, but pulled his prick out of his fly and grabbed her hand. She closed her fingers around his limp prick and he chuckled.
"Get it good and hard, sweetie," he said. "And then I'll slip it to you."
Myrna closed her eyes. At this point she preferred not to look at him. She pumped his cock and with her free hand felt around for his balls. He giggled when she found them and took them in her hand.
"You'll suck it too, won't you?" he said.
"I don't know about that," she muttered. It was one thing to fuck the old geezer, but she had no intention of sucking him off. God knows where his cock has been, she thought.
"It's getting hard!" he hissed. "I can feel it. Can you feel it? It's getting hard."
It stayed soft, but Myrna placated him. "Yes, Mr. Green, it's getting nice and hard."
"Call me Sam."
"Sam."
She squeezed and pumped and yanked on his prick, but it stayed limp. Still, her excitement mounted. Even soft, a cock was a cock or something literary like that. She was turned on and if she had to take his cock in her mouth to get it hard, she'd do it. He pushed his pants down to his thighs and then his shorts. She opened her eyes and panted when he forced her free hand over his nuts. His cock throbbed in her hand and he kissed her, shooting his tongue into her mouth with a rapid in and out motion.
"Get your mouth on it!" he rasped.
He was no longer smiling. He looked stern and somehow attractive. At that moment Myrna realized she liked strong men. She'd never thought about it before. Greg was tough, but not in that way. When it involved sex, a man who ordered her around excited her.
With a ragged moan, she lowered her, face to his crotch and took his cockhead into her mouth. He sighed deeply, and tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Good sucking," he murmured. "Keep sucking like that and I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy."
Never! she thought as she felt his prick grow and stiffen in her mouth.
She tasted the juice oozing out of his piss slit and then worked her tongue up and down his fuck stalk. She held only his cock knob in her mouth and then slowly slid the ring of her lips down to his cock root.
He held her ears and directed her mouth. "That's the girl," he said. "You're doing it now. That's the way. Oh, shit, you're a real cocksucker! A born cocksucker!"
And Myrna knew he was right. Every nerve ending in her body felt alive as she nursed on his prick. She sucked gluttonously, her long blonde hair flying over his thighs as she bobbed her head over his lap. She slipped off the sofa onto the floor between Sam's legs and gazed up at him.
He smiled tenderly and she scraped her teeth lightly over his cockshaft. She rubbed her moist lips around the underside of his meat and inhaled his male fragrance.
He encouraged her to play with his balls as she sucked his cock. "I never even saw your tits," he said.
"Well, have a look," she said, releasing his prick and unbuttoning her sweater.
In a moment the clasp of her bra was open and her big tits tumbled free. Sam stared at them for a moment before leaning over and sucking a huge mouthful of titflesh into his mouth.
She held his head against her chest, tingling and alive and totally turned on. "I'm ready, Sam," she said. "I'm real ready."
She expected him to push her over onto her back and fuck her on the sofa. He didn't. He rose up and took her hand and she followed him. He led her to the wall behind his desk and told her to hold onto his neck.
"Are we going to do it here?" she said.
"Sure."
"How?" She giggled with excitement.
"Just hold on tight, honey,, and Sam Green will do all the work."
She did as he said. He cupped her ass and yanked her panties down. He held his cock in his fist and pushed it against her gaping cunt. She instinctively spread her legs and he forced his prick inside her hot hair rimmed hole.
"Oh, Sam!" she sighed, wiggling her ass with arousal.
She thrust forward to meet his strokes. He fucked her with a corkscrewing motion, deep and hard, the way she loved it. The way she seldom got it from her husband.
"Your pussy's sucking the juice right out of my balls!" he rasped.
"Don't stop yet!" Her body quivered as her climax began. "Not yet!"
Her spasming cunt clutched his cock and he came too. "Yaaaaaa!" he croaked. "Sucking cunt's sucking the juice out of my balls!"
He thrust in and out of her and she thrashed her body around to get every last sensation out of the fucking. At the end he left his dwindling prick inside her and kissed her hotly.
She held his cock with her cunt muscles and even though it had softened, he began fucking her again. "You want a little more?" he said with a chuckle. "Sam Green'll give you a little more. Hold on tight, blondie. You just hold on. Sam Green delivers."
Myrna held onto his neck and trembled uncontrollably as she came for the second time in five minutes. "Oh, yes! More! Oh, God! More! Oh, Sam, fuck me" she murmured. "Fuck me, Sam!"
CHAPTER THREE
When Myrna arrived at work the following day, Sam wasn't in. In his place was his son, Max. Max was a younger version of Sam, but he paid little overt attention to Myrna. There were a dozen other women in the office, all talking on the phone and selling the restaurant Coupons.
"You sit here," he, said to Myrna hurriedly.
"What'll I do?" she said.
He handed her a sheet of typewritten notes.
"Call these people. The spiel's all written out. Just read it."
She began phoning and within an hour she'd sold three coupon books. She was enjoying herself too. She was discovering she had a natural ability to sell. All she had to do was talk fast and steady and not give the customer a chance to say no. Then she'd close the deal after getting their credit card number.
By the time she arrived home late that afternoon, she looked forward to going back the following day. She shoved a casserole in the oven for dinner and whipped through the house, dusting and running the carpet sweeper. Greg didn't give a damn what the house looked like, but the dirt was getting to her. Anyway, they had to cat.
She threw together a salad and some garlic bread arid put the bread in the oven too. Then she poured herself some wine and went upstairs to change clothes.
Up in the bedroom, she couldn't resist masturbating. She lay down on the bed mid pulled her legs back. She moved her hand inside her panties and rubbed her clit.
She wondered why Sam wasn't in the office today. She hoped he was okay. His breathing had become forced after their wild fuck the previous day. She decided that tomorrow she'd ask Max if his father was well.
She quickly brought herself off, fantasizing that Sam Green was licking her pussy. Her fantasies usually worked and when she was through she jumped off the bed and wrapped herself in a terry cloth robe.
She heard Greg's car in the driveway and giggled to herself. Just in time, she thought as she washed her hands in the bathroom. Can't have the room smelling of pussy juice. My darling husband wouldn't like it.
When she returned to the kitchen, Greg was standing next to the stove.
"What's for dinner?" he said.
"Tuna casserole."
He wrinkled his nose. "Garbage. I'm gonna order a pizza."
"Oh, no you're not," she said, striding into the room and opening the overt door. "Garlic bread too. Your favorite."
He sniffed the air. "Put some cheese and tomato paste on mine and make it a pizza."
He'd never even asked about her job. She turned the garlic bread into a pizza as she downed a beer. "I started a new job today," she said.
"So?"
"Don't you want to know how it went?"
"No." His eyes crinkled up and he grinned. "Okay, how did it go?"
"Fine. I sold three coupon books."
"How much?"
She shrugged. "They sell for twenty five dollars."
"No. I mean, how much do you make?"
"I'll get twenty percent commission on everything I sell."
He smirked. "Jesus, they really found you, didn't they?"
"What are you talking about?" She set the kitchen table, bristling at his words.
"They get a dozen chicks to sell their shit and they make all the dough. You get zilch." He motioned across his throat with the flat of his hand. "You get it in the ass without getting kissed."
"You sure have a way with words," she said dryly.
By the time she arrived at the office the following day, she was furious with Greg. He'd made jokes about her job all evening and she was sick of it. If he knew the truth, he'd probably kill her. But her job would save her sanity. If Sam ever returned to the office.
He didn't come in that day either. Max arrived a few minutes after Myrna and winked at her. "Let's have lunch today," he said. "My office."
Myrna nodded and turned to the girl next to her who was giggling softly. "What's so funny?" she said.
"It's your turn today," the little redhead, Cathy, said
"My turn for what?" Myrna said. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Cathy said, pointing in the direction of Max's office.
Myrna realized immediately what she was inferring. "I guess you've had a round with Sam too," she said.
Cathy giggled. "Who hasn't?"
"Where's he been?"
"Recuperating," Cathy said. "He rests for a week after a new girl starts. After that he doesn't bother you much."
Myrna didn't want to show her disappointment. "Are you married?" she said to the sexy redhead.
"Not yet."
"Don't you find Saw a little old for you?" Myrna said. "A girl your age, with your looks, should have a dozen boyfriends."
"I've got a steady, but a little outside fucking once in a while is okay. I could never be faithful to one guy. I'd die of boredom."
"How old are you?" Myrna said.
How come she knows so much and she's younger than me? Myrna thought.
They spent the next few hours making phone calls and by noon Myrna sold four coupon books. The other girls began putting their things away and going to lunch. Myrna waited until she was alone with the receptionist and then she knocked on Max's door.
"Come," he said and she walked into his office. "Be with you in a minute." He rummaged in a drawer.
Myrna sat down in the chair opposite him and crossed her legs. "Are we eating here?" she said.
He raised his head and grinned. "You bet."
He closed the drawer and gazed at her. "You've got a good future here," he said. He lowered his eyes and stared at her legs.
Here goes, she thought. "Thank you."
"You like yogurt?" he said abruptly.
"I hate it." He snickered. "So do I. There goes lunch."
She crossed and recrossed her legs and her skirt slid a little higher up her thigh. "Tell the truth, Max," she said. "Why'd you ask me to come in here?"
"You've got a lot of moxie," he said.
"That's what you wanted to tell me?"
He frowned. "Don't get smart with me," he said. "With my help, you can go far."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a battle of scotch. Myrna couldn't suppress a giggle.
"What's so funny?" he said in a husky voice.
"I can't help it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"You've got great tits," he said, pouring two glasses of the booze.
She accepted a glass and took a few sips "This is the second time in my life I've had scotch neat," she said. "The first time was with your father."
He chuckled and drained his glass. "I figured the old man got to you first," he said
He rose up and walked around to the front of the desk. He took her hand and she rose up and faced him.
"You don't have to convince me of anything," she said boldly. "I'm available. Just ask nice."
He drew her into his arms and kissed her. "I've never met a chick like you before."
"There's a first time for everything."
"Your tits are better than your jokes."
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. "They feel even better than they look," she said.
He kissed her more forcefully than his father and she wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced. She rubbed her pelvis against his crotch and felt a hardness in his pants. He spit into her mouth and she drank it down and spit into his.
He reached down and moved his hands under her skirt. He caressed her, all the while pulling her panties down her hips and chuckling at her lack of pantyhose.
"The old man must have spilled his juice over you," he snickered.
"I'm afraid I knocked him out," Myrna said, running her hand over his chest. "I hope he's okay."
"He's fine," Max said, cupping her ass with one hand and moving it in a circular motion. "My mom needs a little once in a while too."
He bent down and pulled her panties off and she daintily stepped out of them.
He held them against his face and inhaled her female fragrance. "I love the smell of a horny woman," he said.
She placed her arms around his waist and rubbed her tits against him. He gently pushed her aside. "Pick your skirt up," he said. "I..."
"Want to see your fur piece?" Myrna teased him by slowly moving her skirt up to her waist. She extended one leg in a way that hid her cunt muff from his gaze.
"Spread 'em," he grinned, moving his hand inside her bra and squeezing her right tit. "Let me see your puss."
She held onto his shoulder and stood with her legs wide spread. She pumped her cunt forward in a fucking motion and he blew a kiss across the room.
"Mama mia, what a snatch!" he said, rolling his eyes. "I'll bet it's a snapper."
"I don't know what that is," she said. "A snapper? Isn't that a fish?"
"It's a good thing you're so good looking, cause you've got a lousy sense of humor," he said, kneeling in front of her and moving his face within an inch of her cunt.
He kissed her cunt briefly and nuzzled it with his nose. Then he straightened up and quickly unzipped his fly. In a moment his cock was out and his pants and shorts were still in place.
"Are you going to get undressed?" he said, nuzzling her ear and dipping his prick inside her cuntlips.
"I'd like to see you better," she said. "When I suck your dick." He chuckled and bit her nipple right through her clothes. "When you suck it I'll take it out," he said.
He squeezed the area directly under his cockhead. A drop of whitish jism leaked out.
"See this?" he said.
She nodded and licked her lips. "Mmmmmm, yes," she said. "I swallow, if that's what you want to know."
He chuckled and pumped his prick. "Go ahead, play with yourself a minute. Get your pussy heated up for me and I'll stick it to you."
She used one hand to hold her skirt up around her waist and her other hand to masturbate. It turned her on to play with herself in front of Max.
Maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart, she thought as she moved two fingers up and down her hairy slit. She bit her lower lip and sighed when she touched her clit.
"Sensitive, huh?" Max said.
"Sure," she purred sexily.
"Your little cock," he grinned, his fingers moving up and down his stiff dick. "You got one and I got one. Only mine's bigger and I can stick it to you, but you can't stick it to me. You ever take it in the ass?"
"You certainly go from one subject to another," she said. She gazed hungrily at his oozing cock slit. A huge glob of spunk dripped down and she had a sudden urge to lick it off.
He read her mind. "Go ahead," he said and she bent down and licked the cream from the tip of his prick.
"Yummy," she said, standing up again. "My favorite flavor."
"You're too much," he chuckled, deliberately forcing his pisser to wink open. "You take over and pump it," he said, taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his lust swollen fuckpole.
She slid her fingers up and down his rod, all the while frigging herself.
"I think I hear voices outside," she said.
"Forget it," he croaked. "Keep pumping."
"It's so hard!"
"Do you want me to stick it to you?"
"Yes!"
"Get over there," he said, pointing to his desk.
She climbed onto the desk and he stood before her. She pulled her legs back and he moved her ass to the edge of the desk. Within a moment he was inside her and they were fucking.
"God damn!" he hissed, thrusting his prick all the way into her cunt.
"I'm falling!" she said.
"Hold on tight," he said, and she clutched his neck and rode with him.
With every thrust of his prick her clit throbbed lovingly. The overheated, cheating wife clung to the businessman and together they Were one.
He balled her with jerky motions and suddenly he pulled out and took her hand. "Get down," he said and she climbed off the desk. "Bend over," he said, pushing her around.
She leaned over the desk, her bare ass stuck out in the air. "Like this?" She loved his aggressiveness.
"Yeah, now that's what I call ass!" She felt, rather than saw, him lean down and she fell forward on the desk when he licked her ass. His tongue dipped inside her asscrack and her pussy folds and she shivered with excitement.
"Your husband ever go in the back door?" he said, dabbing the tip of his tongue over her cunt muff.
"No," she said, holding her asscheeks apart to give him ready access to her butt.
"You got a cherry ass?"
"Yes."
"Shit!"
"That's okay, I'm dying to try it."
"It might hurt?' He fluttered his tongue up and down her gaping slit.
"That's okay, I want it!"
"What a chick," he snickered.
He straightened up and moved one hand to her tits. He caressed her tits while he sawed his prick up and down her asscrack. She wiggled her ass back at his cock, and turned her head to gaze back at him.
He wrapped one arm round her waist and guided his cock over her asshole. "Hot little asshole" he chanted. "If it hurts, you better not scream. They'll come running in here full steam and ruin everything."
"I won't yell, but, try not to hurt me." Her desire overwhelmed her senses. She knew assfucking hurt, but she forgot all her fears. Her cunt demanded satisfaction. She wanted his cock inside her butt and she wanted it badly.
He pushed his prick head against her shitter and she held her breath. His knob opened her tight little hole. It hurt like hell, but she bit her lip and said nothing. She told herself the pleasure would be worth it.
And it was. "Oh, my God!" she wailed. "Oh, my God, I love it!"
"Ssshhh!" he hissed. "Easy, baby."
He plunged his entire prick into her shitter and the pain was terrible, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He left his cock imbedded inside her for a moment and then he began fucking her.
With every thrust, his balls slapped her pussy. She came at once and her orgasm was the most intense she'd ever experienced.
"Jesus Christ, fuck! Don't make me come yet!" he rasped.
She couldn't control her reactions and like a firecracker, she came again and again. Without realizing what she was doing, she rubbed her cunt while he reamed her ass and the total experience was one of complete sexual abandon.
She felt every ridge and vein on his dick. Her sensitive asshole clutched him, but he moved smoothly in and out of her widely stretched bung.
He leaned over and grabbed one of her tits. "I'm gonna give you an enema," he whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna fill you up, blondie. Here I go."
When he dropped his load in her asshole, she came again, falling forward on the desk and clawing at whatever was in her way.
CHAPTER FOUR
Myrna's job became the most important thing in her life. She no longer cared that Greg bored her. He made few demands on her time and she threw herself into her job and into her new and exciting sex life.
She fucked Sam and Max regularly. She'd met a few men making calls to sell the coupon books and she'd fucked them too. She'd learned that lots of regular sex agreed with her. She looked prettier than ever and her tits had grown. She had a new zest for life too. And her marriage was better since she no longer nagged Greg.
One afternoon Max told her to come into his office.
"You're leaving early today," he said. "We're making a stop."
Myrna smiled. When Max said they were making a stop, it only meant one thing. They were going to a motel to fuck.
"Just one thing," she said. "I've got to be home by six. Greg's had cold cuts two nights in a row and I've got to cook tonight."
"You'll be home by six," Max said. "Charlotte invited some people over and I've gotta be home too. He gazed at her meaningfully. "Anyway you're gonna get a twofer today."
"A twofer?"
"I guess you never got it in both ends at the same time."
Myrna placed her hands on her hips and leaned over to show him her cleavage. "Spit it out," she said. "What have you got planned for me? Are you going to make me do all those strange things again?"
"You love all those strange things,." He chuckled.
"You bet I do."
"You're gonna get laid by father and son." She laughed out loud and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
"You two are really something," she giggled. "Father and son fuck squad. I'm ready whenever you are, C.B."
They used his car to get to the motel. Sam was meeting them there and Max would drive Myrna back to the company parking lot later. He wedged one, hand between her legs on the drive to the motel and by the time they arrived Myrna's cunt was wet and hot.
Before climbing out of the car, Myrna placed big black sunglasses on her eyes and rushed into the room. She didn't want to be seen going in. She wanted her marriage to remain intact and you never knew who's watching you.
Sam was already there and when they walked into the room he took Myrna into his arms and kissed her. "My star salesgirl," he said. He cupped her tits. "With the biggest knockers in town too." His eyes sparkled as he gazed at her.
"My old man," Max snickered. He moved to a small refrigerator and pulled out a six pack. "He knows how to pick 'em."
They each had a beer and Myrna sat down in the one lounge chair in the room. "I've never done it with two guys at once," she said. "No rough stuff, huh?"
Max leaned over and nuzzled her cleavage "Why would we hurt the goose who lays the golden egg. Have another beer."
Myrna drank two more and soon felt mellow. She sat down between father and son on the sofa and they each clapped a hand over one of her tits.
She giggled and gazed from one to the other. "This is my fantasy, you know?"
"You heard the Greens were terrific studs all your life?" Sam said.
She giggled drunkenly. "No, of course not. I dreamed since I was a kid of being fucked by two guys at once."
"You mean you've never done it?" Max said.
"I've been married all my life," she said. "You mean to say your husband was your first man?" Sam said.
She nodded. "My one and only."
"Mistake number one," Max said, "huh, Pa?"
Sam shoved his hand inside her bra and found her nipple. "Big mistake number one," he said.
She leaned her head on Max's shoulder when Sam closed his hand over her bare tit. Max kissed her, frenching her and sucking her tongue into his mouth.
Sam moved a hand up her skirt and caressed the damp crotch of her panties. She sighed deeply when he shoved up her cunthole and wiggled it around.
"Wet little pussy," Sam said.
Suddenly he sank to the floor and pushed Myrna's skirt up to her hips. He pulled her panties down and forced her thighs apart. Max continued kissing her while his father thrust his face against her cunt.
He darted his tongue over her cunt folds and rubbed his nose over her clit. His tongue and lips made lewd slurping sounds and Myrna returned Max's hot kisses with an urgency of her own.
"Who needs food?" Sam said, burying his face against her cunt.
"My old man," Max snickered.
He unbuttoned the top of Myrna's dress and squeezed her tits.
"Take it off," he said and Myrna unhooked her bra and let her tits bounce free.
Max took one into his mouth and one into his hand. Sam licked and nibbled her pussy and the overheated blonde leaned her head back and gave herself over to the sensations.
"I'm gonna watch you and dad first," Max said.
"Whatever you say," Myrna sighed. "It turns me on to watch," Max said, nibbling the tips of her tits.
"It's a turn on for me too," she said. "My old man's a born exhibitionist," Max said. "He's a wild man."
"I like being watched too," Myrna said. "I don't know why, but the idea excites me."
"You ever think about doing fuck films?" Max said.
"Fuck films?"
"Yeah, there's a lot of bread in 'em. and I can fix it up for you with a friend of mine."
"You're crazy," Myrna murmured, hardly hearing his words.. Sam was steadily sucking and licking her cunt and bringing her toward a climax.
"Think about it," Max said as Sam moved his face away from Myrna's pussy. "You ready, Dad?"
Sam rolled his eyes and rubbed his crotch.
"My cock is good and hard if that's what you mean."
"Oh, shit, Sam, I was almost there!" Myrna complained, but she rose up and let him lead her over to the bed.
Max pulled the lounge chair closer to the bed and loosened his tie. "You think about it, blondie," he said as Myrna climbed onto the bed.
"Forget it," she said. "That's the craziest idea I ever heard in my life. What do you think I am?"
"A hot broad who likes kicks," he grinned. "Kicks are one thing," she said. "But I'm no whore."
"We'll see," Max said and Sam took Myrna into his arms.
"Sam, your son wants me to do real awful things," she giggled as she wrapped her arms and legs around the older man.
"Forget him, honey," Sam said. "Come to Papa now."
They rolled around on the bed. Myrna's skirt was up to her waist and her panties were off. Her ass rose and fell rhythmically as she arched her back to meet Sam's deep tongued kisses.
He dabbed the tip of his tongue over her lips and down her neck to her throat. He tongued her tits and her belly button and then returned to her mouth.
He sucked her finger tips and tongued her ears. Myrna moaned and tried to unzip his fly, but he pushed her hand away and told her not to hurry him.
"I'm so hot, Sam," she sighed. "I can't wait for you to fuck me."
"This kid needs instant gratification," Sam said.
"Bring her off once," Max said.
"No," Sam said. "I like when she's so hot she's like an animal."
Myrna wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as she pulled his . mouth down to her tits. He sucked and licked her jiggling tits and she pumped her pussy at his crotch.
He reached between them and fondled her pussy and ass. She squeezed her thighs around his hand. And then he unzipped his fly, pulled his cock out and mounted her.
His cock swayed like a club. He grinned lewdly and licked his lips as he rubbed his cockhead from her clit to her asshole. He chuckled and forced only his cock knob into her clutching hole. She tried to push the rest of his prick in, but he held back.
"Fuck me, Sam!" she said.
"First suck my cock."
He rolled onto his back and she climbed between his legs. Parting her crimson lips, she took his cock into her mouth and trembled with lust.
He tangled his fingers in her blonde hair and gazed at his son. "This chick loves cock," he said.
Myrna suddenly noticed that Max had taken his prick out and was masturbating as he watched them. She stretched her lips around Sam's cockshaft and watched Max's face as he frigged himself.
Sam yanked on her hair and told her to take it all into her mouth. She teased him by running her tongue tip from his piss slit to his cockroot.
"It's too big, Sam," she said. "It won't fit."
He pushed forward. "Get it in there!" he muttered.
He fucked her mouth, forcing his prick all the way into her throat. She dragged her teeth over his shaft on the outstroke and sucked hungrily on his jizz slit on the instroke. She slid her hands under his ass and caressed his butt cheeks while she devoured his fuckpole.
She held his prick in her fist and licked all over the thick base. She wet down his cock bush with saliva and sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
The old man groaned and she felt his balls jerk in their sack as she bathed first one and then the other in her saliva filled mouth. She shivered with excitement when he forced his prick back into her mouth.
She made a tight ring of her lips and covered her teeth as she mouth fucked him. At one point Max rose up and moved to the bed. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her legs and now she wore only the top of her dress and her garter belt and stockings. She might as well have been naked. Her bra was open and she was totally exposed. Her tits wobbled and bounced as she licked and caressed and sucked Sam's prick and balls.
She fell forward when she felt a hand on her cunt. Max crouched behind her and parted her wet cuntflaps. He used two fingers on her swollen cunt meat and she sucked more force fully on Sam's cock while his son rubbed her clit.
Max shoved two fingers into her pussy hole and frigged her. He used his thumb on her clit and she sucked gluttonously on Sam's prick. Sam held onto her hair and directed her mouth. He liked her to suck his balls at intervals and the sex starved blonde was happy to oblige.
Max brought her off. His fingers streaked in and out of her cunt and he caressed her clit until she came.
"Come on!" he hissed. "Give me some more juice!"'
She grunted deep in her throat as he brought her off again.
"Jesus, what a gusher!" Max said. "She's like a fountain. Come on, blondie. Give me more. I like to lick it off."
She heard him sucking his fingers. She fell forward and took Sam's entire prick into her throat. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to taste his jism everywhere. On her tongue and teeth and inside her cheeks.
"You want a load down your throat?" Sam said.
"Yes!"
"I'm gonna give it to you!"
"Keep sucking, blondie," Max said.
When Sam came, it was like a huge wave hitting her in the face. His jism was thick and pungent tasting and there was a lot of it. Spurt after spurt of thick spunk splashed into her mouth and she came again as she struggled to swallow it down without losing a drop.
She nursed on his prick long after he stopped spurting. He lay still with his hands folded on his belly and his eyes closed.
"Hey, don't kill him," Max said, taking her into his arms. "I'm still here."
Myrna turned to him and they kissed. Max was naked now and he pulled her on top of him. "Take my cock inside your tits," he said.
She pressed her bulbous tits against his prick. She moved back and forth and his cock slid up and down her cleavage.
"You're getting my titties all wet," she giggled.
"Lick it off."
"I can't lick my own tits."
"Want me to do it?"
"I'd rather you fucked me."
He rolled around and pushed her onto her belly. "You really wanna get fucked, huh?" he said.
She turned her head and met his gaze. "Sure. Why do you think I'm here?"
"You're real tough, aren't you?" he said, running the flat of his hand up and down her asscrack.'
"I know I am."
She buried her face in the pillow when he forced a finger into her bung. "Not so tough now, huh, little lady."
"Don't worry about me," she said in a husky voice.
"Yeah, I forgot. You love getting it in the ass."
"You ought to know," she said.
He slapped her ass. "Turn over and I'll go in from the front."
She rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up to her tits. Her ass tilted up and her asshole was available to him. He bent down and planted his lips on her gaping pussy and then dragged his tongue into her asscrease.
He lapped his tongue over her bung and held her cuntflaps open with his thumbs. She raised her head and gazed at him, but then her vision was cut off. Sam straddled her face and dropped his balls into her mouth.
"How's this, Son?" Sam chuckled.
Myrna opened her mouth and took Sam's nuts into her mouth. Max said something to his father Myrna couldn't hear as he tongued her butt hole.
She thrashed her legs in the air and Sam pulled his balls out of her mouth and dropped them on her face. She inhaled his masculine fragrance as Max licked her slit.
Max thrust his thumb into her brownie and tongued her clit while Myrna sucked on Sam's limp prick. She twisted her hips when Max positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her bung.
She shivered with anticipation when he worked his prick knob into her shit hole. With a mighty shove forward, his entire prick was buried in her bowels.
"Yes!" she yelled, biting down hard on Sam's still soft prick.
"Take it easy!" Sam rasped. "You'll kill me!"
Max pulled back and grunted as he pushed in and once again filled her asshole with his thick prick. He corkscrewed in and out while she nursed on his father's dick.
It would be perfect if someone were sucking my tits, she thought.
She toyed with her stiffened nipples while father and son worked her over. She clawed at her pussy and used the juice on her fingers to caress her nipples.
"You'll sure have something to tell your grandchildren," Sam said.
He's crazy, Myrna thought with a lurch. The impact of what she was doing hit her suddenly. Well, I don't have grandchildren yet, she thought. I'll settle down when I do.
But his Words had an effect on her. While it was just she and Greg it didn't matter what she did. But once they had children, it would matter. She always vowed to be a good mother and being a good mother meant being morally proper.
When Max came, he filled her butt with his warmish cream. By then Sam's prick was semi hard and he swung around and thrust his prick into her pussy.
I'll worry about it later, she thought. Much later.
CHAPTER FIVE
Myrna became more involved in her job. She was made office manager and now received an over ride on all sales. She also helped out by entertaining clients at lunch and occasionally at dinner.
The money made it possible for the Prestons to take a vacation. While they were away, Myrna found herself missing her work and the men she saw back home. But she and Greg had fun swimming and surfing and even the sex was better in a new environment.
It became routine the moment they returned. On her first day back at work, Sam asked her to entertain a potential client and she was happy for the diversion.
"Where should I take him?" she said.
The old man pinched her cheek. "Take him around the world."
"Oh, Sam, you know what I mean." She giggled. She'd grown quite fond of both father and son.
"Take him around the world," he repeated. "Use your judgment. Buy him a good dinner and see what he wants."
His name was Warren Clyde and it wasn't long before Myrna found out he was more than a potential client. He was also a producer of porno films. And it wasn't long before she knew exactly what he wanted.
"Max told me about you," he said as they sipped martinis.
"Oh, yeah, what did he tell you?" Myrna said, her eyes widening when she felt his hand on her knee.
He moved a fingertip inside the top of her stockings. "He told me you love to fuck."
His hand caressed her thigh, but he stared into her eyes with an innocent expression on his face. She decided to go along with him. He was a neatly dressed man of about thirty. He had good manners and a nice body. And she had until midnight. Greg was playing cards tonight and wouldn't be home until late.
"What a thing for him to say," she said softly. Warren's hand fondled her inner thighs and then he returned it to her knee.
"Pretty knees," he murmured. "Knees are ugly."
"Not yours."
"Are you a knee freak?"
"I'm a cunt freak."
He didn't look at her while he spoke and Myrna found his words a turn on. She sipped her second martini and felt the room reel. She wasn't used to booze and never would be.
"How you talk," she said with a giggle.
He turned to her and lifted her chin with one hand while he stroked her thigh. "How should I talk?" he said.
"I wasn't complaining," she whispered.
"I didn't think so," he said, unhooking her front garter and moving his hand down her leg.
"I think you're trying to tell me something," she said.
"Could be," he said "What message are you hearing?"
"Max told me what you do."
"What did he tell you?" He stroked the insides of her thighs and his fingers grazed her crotch.
"Someone will see you!" she said.
"I don't think so," he said, his eyes half shut.
She instinctively spread her legs wider apart and he stuck a fingertip inside the crotch of her panties. "Well, if you insist," she said.
The restaurant was dimly lit and no one could see his hand on her pussy, but being in a public place and petting was strangely erotic.
"What did he tell you?" Warren repeated.
"I know you make porn films."
"And?"
"And I know you're looking for girls to be in them."
"And you think I'm coming on to you because I want you for a film."
"Maybe."
He moved his hand away from her leg and placed it on the table top. "If you're interested, I am."
"I couldn't do anything like that. I'm a married woman."
"But you cheat. What kind of hypocrite are you?"
She flushed then. "That's none of your business."
He took her hand and turned it over. He slowly brought it up to his lips and kissed the palm. "I'd love to lick you," he said.
"Even though I'm a married woman?" she said defiantly.
He chuckled and kissed her hand again.
"I'm married too," he said. "Who the fuck cares?"
He didn't mention the films again and they ordered dinner, but barely touched it. Almost without words, they rose up and left the restaurant and in fifteen minutes they climbed into bed in a nearby motel.
She lay on her back, naked, and watched him light a cigarette. "What did people do before motels?" she said.
"God knows."
He stretched out next to her and handed her the cigarette. "There must have been a lot of fucking in cars."
He took the cigarette and sucked on it, inhaling deeply. "You sure talk a lot!' He put the cigarette out and turned to her. "I think I better kiss you just to shut you up."
He took her into his arms and kissed her and her tits poked into his chest. "That's okay with me," she said.
"Did I tell you you've got a great body?" he said. "You've got a great body."
She giggled. "You've got a way with words."
He hovered over her, squeezing her boobs and French kissing her. She ran her hands over his chest and biceps and down to his hips and ass. She felt around for his prick and was disappointed to find it limp.
"What's the matter?" he said.
"Nothing."
"I can tell something's wrong."
"It's nothing."
"Is it because I'm not hard?"
"It's okay, honest."
"It'll get hard when you make it hard."
"I know."
His face darkened. "All you broads are alike. You think a guy gets hard just because you're sitting on your brains."
"I know you'll get hard," she said. His mood shifted so quickly.
"You bet your sweet ass," he said; his eyes narrowed. "You just work on it, toots. That's what you're here for."
He lay down flat on his back and told her to get to work. She climbed between his legs and thought about Sam and Max. She had to do whatever Warren wanted. Sam and Max deserved her total loyalty.
She closed her fingers around his prick "You've got a very nice cock," she purred.
"Don't bullshit me," he snapped. He pulled her against him and she closed her lips around his prick.
Amazingly, his cock grew hard the moment she sucked it into her mouth. He grunted and pulled on her tits. "You're built like a cow," he said.
"Thanks a lot," she said. "You're getting hard, Warren. You've got what it takes after all."
"Come here, bitch," he growled, pulling her on top of him.
He wound his arms around her and they kissed until she could barely breathe. His lips were rough on hers and his beard hurt her sensitive skin.
She loved his rough treatment. She squeezed her thighs around his cock and moved down and took his dick back into her mouth.
"Suck it a little more and I'll fuck you," he said.
She slid the ring of her moist lips down his cockshaft. Her pussy felt inflamed with excitement. The feel of his stiffening, throbbing prick in her mouth sent shivers down her spine.
"Warren?" she said.
"What?"
"I think you're going to be a swell lover."
He chuckled. "Keep sucking."
She dropped his prick and slicked his ballbag into her mouth. "Warren?"
"'What?"
"I don't think you're really so tough."
He tweaked her tits. "Can the conversation," he said. "We're here to fuck."
She decided to defy him. It turned her on to be treated roughly and she was convinced he was all talk and really a sweet guy. She climbed on top of him and dropped her tits over his face.
"Suck 'em," she giggled.
"Bitch!" He grinned, opening his jaws, taking her tits into his mouth.
"Hmmm, I love it," she said, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing herself firmly against his mouth.
He sucked hungrily on her massive jugs and lashed her nipples with his tongue. Myrna sighed with abandon and opened and closed her legs.
"Cow," he snickered, gluttonously licking her tits.
"You love them and you know it," she said, rubbing her pussy against his leg.
"You're getting my leg wet," he said. "Disgusting."
"Suck harder," she said, cuddling his head and loving his sense of humor.
Suddenly he pushed her over and she landed on her back. He buried his face against her belly and her cunt muff and then against her tits.
He pushed her tits together and ran the tip of his tongue between them. He bit down hard on her nipples and she moaned when he pushed his knee against her clit.
He masturbated her with his knee and slobbered over her tits. She wrapped her legs around his back and writhed around on the bed.
"Open your legs and let me have a look at your cunt," he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
She teased him by opening and closing her legs and finally he forced her legs apart and gazed long and hard at her cunt. She was proud of her pussy. Her cunt bush was dark blonde and curly and her cunt folds were bright pink and petal like.
"You'll do," he said, stretching out on his back and yanking at her arm. "Now get down there and suck."
She crouched between his thighs and took his prick in her hand. It had lost some of its stiffness so she held his shaft and rubbed her thumb over his piss slit.
She massaged his spunk into the bulbous tip of his prick and squeezed the flared rim under his knob. She rested her tits against his thigh and met his gaze.
She took his prick into her mouth for a moment. "What's on your mind?" she said.
"How'd you know I had something on my mind?"
"I can tell." She pursed her lips and closed them around his cockhead.
"Oh, fuck, you bitch!" he groaned. She sucked hard on his knob and took the rest of his prick into her mouth. He held her ears and encouraged her to go all the way down to the root.
"I was just thinking, you'd be terrific on film," he said.
"Forget it, buster." She licked up his fuckcream and fluttered her tongue from his cocktip to the base of his prick.
"You could wear a mask," he said.
"No way."
"Too bad," he sighed as she tangled her long fingernails in his cock hair and licked his balls.
"Why too bad?" she said. His balls were swollen with jism.
"There's a lot of money in it," he said.
"Oh, sure, and how would I explain it to my husband?"
"Okay, okay, just suck my cock and let's get it over with."
Puckering her lips, she sucked his prick into her mouth and held it there for a moment. She dabbed her tongue tip against his piss slit and then sucked his balls into her mouth.
She let the hair covering his nuts float in her saliva filled mouth and then she began mouthfucking him in a frenzy. She bobbed her head up and down, her long hair falling over one eye.
Her pussy throbbed as she sucked his prick. She, loved being overly excited when she fucked. Her first orgasm was so sweet when she was really turned on.
"Don't do that or I'll come," he said.
She quickly released his prick. He rolled on top of her and she spread her legs to accept him. He directed his cock against her succulent pussy and she brought her hips up from the bed to meet him.
She moved her hands under her ass and used them like a pillow. He inserted his cockhead inside her pussy and then paused.
"You little hot cocksucker, you," he said. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Can the conversation," she giggled. "Put it in, buster."
With a groan, he pushed in and his cock disappeared inside her hot, juice soaked hole. She locked her legs around his back and her arms around his neck.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she said.
"You're as tight as a leather glove!" he said.
Her pussy sucked at his prick and he stroked with a corkscrew motion in and out of her cunt. She reveled at the feel of his cockshaft on her clit. With each corkscrewing motion, his shaft rasped against her love button.
She planted her feet on the mattress and raised and lowered her ass. She fucked back hard, meeting his thrusts with a frenzy of her own.
"You're a wild animal," he said.
"Oh, God!" she sighed.
"God isn't fucking you. I am."
He sawed in and out of her depths. His solid seven incher split her in two. He moved his hands under her ass and she snaked her fingers into his asscrack and tickled his bung.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he groaned.
"You're not fucking Jesus Christ, you're fucking me!" she said.
She panted for breath and raked her fingernails up and down his arms. He moved faster, and his cock streaked in and out of her pussy. He lowered his lips to her tits and sucked one pink nipple into his mouth. She came then, her cunt convulsing and clutching at his prick.
He had remarkable. control. Biting his lip, he managed to control his own orgasm and when she regained her senses, he fucked her more slowly.
When she orgasmed, cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy and coated his cock. His prick slid in and out more easily now and at one point it slipped out. When he tried to stick it back in, he mistakenly shoved it against her asshole.
"Ouch!" she cried.
"Suck it a little," he said, and she knelt between his legs and took his cunt juice soaked prick into her mouth.
She lapped her tongue up and down his prick and over his balls. She sucked his shaft into her mouth and wet down his cock bush. He sat up and told her to lay down again.
He mounted her and he pushed his cock back into her cunt. He fucked her more slowly and the expression on his face told Myrna he would come soon.
When he did, he pounded her with such frenzy she thought he would tear her apart. He grunted hoarsely while he speared her and filled her gash with his load.
When he was through, they lay in each other's arms. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Then almost in unison they turned to each other and kissed.
Myrna slithered down between his legs and sucked his cock until he was hard again. They rose from the bed and she leaned over the dresser and he fucked her in the asshole.
"Look at yourself," he said, his cock imbedded in her shitter.
She lifted her head and realized with a jolt she could see her image in the mirror.
"Oh, God!" she said, biting her lip and averting her gaze. "I look just like a hooker."
"You look just like a sexy woman," he said, caressing her hair. "Go on, look at yourself. You're gorgeous."
"Oh, Warren, you don't even know me!"
"Baby, when I've got my cock in your butt, that's all I need to know," he said. "Oh, baby, I can't hold it back. I'm gonna come!"
CHAPTER SIX
Myrna began running indoctrination sessions for new telephone solicitors. Soon her salary exceeded Greg's and she thought he would be depressed. He wasn't. He teased her by saying he was going to quit his job and stay home and keep house.
She saw Warren Clyde regularly. He no longer talked about Myrna taking part in porn films. They fell into a routine and she came to regard him as not only a good lover, but a good friend.
Sam and Max took up less and less of her free time. They all agreed that as an executive, Myrna should stay apart from the rest of the girls.
One day at one of her indoctrination sessions, an older woman with a magnificent figure and a pretty face walked in late and sat toward the back of the room.
At the end of the session, Myrna held a question and answer period. The brunette held up her hand and Myrna pointed toward her.
"I'm Mrs. Green and I'd like to talk to you alone," she said.
Myrna rightly assumed she was Sam's wife and when the others finally filed out, she joined her at the back of the conference room.
"It's nice to meet you," Myrna said in her most businesslike manner. For some reason the woman's eyes made her uncomfortable.
"I know all about you and Sam," the woman said. "And I'm sure you know my name is Sophie."
Myrna blushed. "I didn't know Sam told you about us, but it's really nothing. We're just good friends."
Sophie raised her eyebrows and smiled archly. "I don't give a damn who Sam fucks," she said. "I just wanted to meet you."
"Well, if that's all you wanted, I guess I'll be going now." Myrna rose to her feet and extended her hand. "It was nice meeting you."
"Can the bullshit."
Myrna plopped down again. "Hey, you're really something, you know it?"
"How's that?"
"You look like such a lady."
"I am a lady,' Sophie smiled. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke directly into Myrna's face. "It's precisely because I'm a lady that I don't deck you."
"Hey, wait a minute.
The older woman grabbed Myrna' s wrist. It felt like steel on her arm and Myrna met her cold gaze.
"Just what the hell do you want?" Myrna said defiantly.
Sophie smiled. "Let's get out of here and have lunch somewhere."
Myrna followed her out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. They went down to the lobby without speaking, but Myrna noticed that all the men they passed noticed Sophie.
She knew the woman had to be close to fifty. Max was no kid and she was his mother. But she'd never seen such a well preserved middle aged woman in her life. Even though she was leery of her, Myrna couldn't help but admire her.
They had lunch at a chic restaurant nearby. Sophie ordered the wine and the head waiter seemed to know her. He hovered nearby and every time their water glasses needed filling, he snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared to fill them.
"Two chef salads," Sophie said.
Myrna bristled and handed the head waiter the menu. "How did you know I didn't want something else?" she said when the man was gone.
Sophie laughed and stared pointedly at Myrna's tits. "With that figure, you'd look like a cow in a year if you ate anything but lettuce."
"Thanks a lot," Myrna muttered, sipping her wine. "You're the second person in the last six months who told me I looked like a cow."
"You don't look like a cow and I didn't say you did," Sophie said. "You've got a gorgeous figure and you know it. Tell me, my dear. What does your husband think of your antics?"
Myrna blinked. "What does that matter?"
"Ah, your Achilles heel," Sophie giggled.
"Listen, how do I know you're an angel?" Myrna said.
"You don't."
When their salads arrived, they stopped talking. Myrna filled her mouth with shrimp and tomato, but she was furious. How dare this woman bring her here and then castigate her? Just because she was the wife of the boss didn't give her the right to rule Myrna's life.
"I know just what you're thinking," Sophie said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, well, you've got a lot of nerve," Myrna muttered.
"You're very independent, aren't you?"
"Yes, you betcha."
"Well, I like you," Sophie said, folding her hands on the table top. "I like you a lot."
Myrna gazed at the older woman suspiciously. "What's going on here?"
Sophie giggled. At that moment she didn't look a day over thirty. She lowered her lashes and stared at Myrna. "You're a very pretty girl, you know? I can understand what my husband and son see in you."
"Thanks." Myrna shifted around in her chair sod felt uncomfortable. She could deal with the woman when she was nasty. When she was nice, Sophie made her uncomfortable.
Sophie took her hand and brushed her palm with a fingertip. "I'm just bored lately," she said with a sigh. "If I had enough to keep me busy, I wouldn't have time to be jealous of Sam's flings."
"Why don't you get a job?"
Sophie laughed out loud. "Oh, no, dear, never! That's out of the question." She put her hand over Myrna's and winked. "I think we're going to be friends after all."
Sophie motioned to the head waiter to bring the check and insisted on paying it. When they walked out of the restaurant, Myrna began moving in the direction of the office.
"You're not going back there, are you?" Sophie said.
"Of course. I'm not through until five."
"I told Sam you wouldn't be back," Sophie said with a child like smile..
"You what?" A car roared by, and Myrna hardly heard Sophie's reply.
"I'd like to make love to you," Sophie said again.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Myrna whispered, but just then a taxi drove by and Sophie flagged it.
"Get in," Sophie said and Myrna found herself climbing into the back scat of the cab. "Where are we going?" Myrna said. "This is crazy."
"To my place," Sophie said, examining her fingernails.
"You can't force me to do anything I don't want to do," Myrna said.
"I won't have to."
"Jesus, you're one weird woman," Myrna said.
Sophie giggled. "Look who's talking. You hump half the guys in town and I'm weird because I like pussy once in a while."
Myrna crossed her legs and looked out the window. "Jesus Christ, what have I gotten myself into?"
"You love it and you know it," Sophie said. Myrna turned to her, a strange excitement coursing through her. "I've never done it with a woman. Never!"
"But you'd like to try it, wouldn't you, darling? Admit it. The thought of making it with another pussy excites you."
"Oh, God!"
When they arrived at the Greens' apartment building, the doorman doffed his hat and pushed the revolving door as they walked through. The two women were silent in the elevator and when they walked into the apartment, Sophie led her into the living room.
"Sit down and relax," the older woman said. "I want to make sure the maid is gone and we're alone." While she was gone, Myrna glanced around the room. It was furnished elegantly. She knew she should get up and leave, but something deep inside made her stay. The woman was odd, but then so were the rest of the Green family.
I'm odd too, Myrna thought with a giggle. All the interesting people are.
She felt a familiar ache in her pussy as she waited for Sophie to return. When the older woman came back into her room, she was dressed in a pink satin robe and carried two bloody marys.
"Here, darling, take this and drink up," Sophie said breezily. "The maid's gone, thank God, and we've got the place to ourselves. She sank down into a chair and sipped her drink.
"This is a beautiful place," Myrna said.
"It's okay," Sophie said. "I half thought you might not be here when I got back."
"I never considered leaving," Myrna fled.
"How come?" She rose up and joined Myrna on the sofa. She stroked her hand. "How come you didn't leave?"
"I'm not sure," Myrna said. "Probably because I'm a little crazy."
Sophie giggled and gulped her bloody mary. "All the best people are, darling, aren't they?" she said, paraphrasing Myrna's own thoughts.
Myrna found herself reining. When the older woman touched her thigh, she stiffened somewhat and then forced herself to settle down. They both knew why she was here and there was no use acting coy.
Sophie drained her glass and rose to her feet. She smoothed the front of her robe and clapped her hands, nodding in Myrna's direction. The blonde finally realized she was expected to follow Sophie and she rose up and faced the brunette.
They stood close together and Sophie held out her arms. "Come here, you pretty thing, you," she said and the two women embraced. Sophie's hands were everywhere on Myrna's body as they tentatively exchanged tongues.
Sophie broke the kiss and smiled. "How was that?" she said. "Still think the les scene's so bad?"
"I, uh, don't know," Myrna said, but she parted her lips and her eyes shone.
"Let's get undressed," Sophie said, untying her robe."
"I want you naked, darling."
Myrna quickly slipped out of her clothes and Sophie dropped her robe. Myrna stripped to her garter belt and stockings and Sophie left her bikini panties on.
"Your titties are gorgeous," Sophie said as she took Myrna into her arms.
They pressed their tits together and kissed hotly. They rubbed against each other like two animals in heat. Sophie caressed Myrna's ass and fondled her cunt muff. Myrna couldn't bring herself to touch Sophie below the waist, but she squeezed one pear shaped tit.
"I was just like you the first time," Sophie said.
"Like me?"
"Yes." She knelt down. Her face was an inch away from Myrna 's cunt. "I was afraid to touch the other woman's pussy. I think I thought I would catch something." She giggled and sniffed. "I didn't. My, you smell horny. Nice. You're excited." She touched the tip of her tongue to Myrna's gash. "The smell of an excited cunt is very, very exciting, you know?"
She straightened up and kissed Myrna full on the lips. Myrna moaned and pushed her tits against Sophie's. They French kissed for a long time and Myrna ' s breathing became ragged.
"This is the craziest thing I've ever done," Myrna said.
"Crazier than fucking a father and son at the same time?"
Myrna blushed. "You know?"
"What do I care? I can't stand that wife of Max's anyway."
They sank down on the sofa. Sophie leaned over and sucked one of Myrna ' s tits into her mouth. "No wonder men like big ones," she' mused.
She cupped Myrna's tit in her hand and lashed her tongue over the tip. Myrna 'S nipple stiffened and she felt her pussy discharge a glob of pussy fluid.
"The sofa. . . " Myrna said.
"Don't worry," Sophie giggled as she nibbled on Myrna's tits. "It's Scotch guarded."
Sophie stroked Myrna's ass while she sucked and licked her tits. Myrna's excitement mounted and she found herself moving her hands to Sophie's cunt.
The younger woman whimpered when Sophie bit down on. her nipple. She raked her fingernails through Sophie's muff and leaned her head on the back of the sofa.
"You've got beautiful skin," Sophie said.
"So do you."
"I'm going to confess something to you, Sophie said. "But first let's get into bed."
Hand in hand, the two women walked to the back of the apartment, to the master bedroom. They climbed onto the king sized bed and
cuddled together.
"I'm no angel," Sophie declared dramatically.
Myrna giggled. "I should say not!"
"No, darling, I don't mean just this," Sophie said, leaning across Myrna's chest and rubbing one of her tits against Myrna's. "I mean, I've done something really wild. I was in a pornographic movie."
"You what?" Myrna couldn't help but giggle. "You mean . . . Warren Clyde and you . . . oh, my God!"
"Now, darling, don't you make fun of me," Sophie said. "It's a terrific film, even though I wore a mask. Warren
says it's the most artistic thing he's ever done."
Myrna gazed up at her. "Sophie, you're the most incredible woman. I've ever met." She spread her legs wide and took Sophie's hand.
"Touch me here," she whispered. "Oh, yes, touch me here!"
Sophie worked her fingers over the younger woman's pussy folds and kissed and caressed her tits. At intervals they french kissed and after a while Sophie lay back and Myrna hovered over her.
"Now I'll do you," Myrna said, eagerly placing her hand over Sophie's snatch.
Her immediate reaction was a feeling of wet warmth on her hand An animal like groan escaped Sophie's lips and a mesmerized expression appeared on her face.
"See," the older woman said. "You didn't catch anything."
"We'll see," Myrna giggled.
Myrna straddled Sophie's hips and leaned over to drop her tits over Sophie's.
"Are you sure you've never done this before, darling?" Sophie said.
"You catch on so quickly."
They rolled around until Sophie landed on top. "Let me suck your pussy, darling," she said. "You can do mine too if you want."
In a moment Myrna found herself facing Sophie's cunt. She gasped when she fell Sophie's tongue on her cunt and trembled when Sophie rubbed her clit while she tongued her slit.
"Suck me too!" Sophie hissed.
"In a minute."
"It won't bite you," Sophie said. "I promise you that."
"I can't concentrate while you do that."
Sophie giggled. She licked Myrna's clit until the blonde groaned. "You mean this?" Sophie said.
"Yes, oh, God, that's good!"
Sophie flicked her clit with her tongue tip and stuffed two fingers into her pussy hole. "I think you need one good come," she said.
Her ensuing orgasm took Myrna's breath away. By the time she recovered her senses, she had no hesitation about extending her own tongue over Sophie's cunt.
Sophie trembled and stopped licking her cunt while the younger woman licked all over her pussy.
"Stick your fingers inside," Sophie murmured. "Finger fuck me while you suck."
Myrna pushed two fingers into the brunette's cunthole and churned them in and out, using them like a cock. Sophie panted and buried her face against Myrna's snatch.
"Stick your finger in my asshole!" Sophie gasped. "I'll come if you do that!"
Myrna did as she was told. She continued frigging Sophie's cunthole and tonguing her clit, but she used her free hand to push a finger into Sophie's asshole as well.
A hoarse moan erupted from Sophie's throat when she came and she thrashed wildly around the bed while the wild sensations shook her.
When they had rested, they began over again. And before Myrna left the Green apartment, the two women made a date for the following week.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following week everything fell apart. The Greens were indicted for extortion and the office was closed. They owed Myrna several months' commission and two weeks' salary. And she found herself out of a job.
At that exact time Greg received a raise and a nice promotion. He told her he didn't want her working anymore.
"The house looks like a pig-sty," he said one night as they read in bed.
"You never cared before," she said, her face hidden by a magazine.
"I'm climbing the ladder now."
"Oh, shit, is that a fact?" she teased.
He tossed his newspaper aside and turned to her. "You're looking very sexy tonight. You wanna fuck?"
"I always want to fuck," she said.
"Maybe tomorrow morning," he yawned. "I'm too tired tonight."
"Thanks a lot," she fumed.
They continued reading awhile. "Hey, I forgot to tell you," Greg said.
"What?"
"Doug and Paula are coming."
"Thanks a lot. When?"
"Next week."
"For how long?"
"A couple of weeks."
Doug was Greg's kid brother and Paula was his wife. They lived in Chicago
and spent a week or two with Greg and Myrna each year.
Now Myrna bristled. She liked the young couple, but she was angry at Greg. "Didn't they ever hear of the latest invention?" she said.
"What's that?"
"Motels."
Greg threw his paper on the floor and turned his head. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means I'm getting tired of entertaining your relatives." She folded her arms over her tits and stared straight ahead.
"Hey, listen, you're getting real bitchy since you lost your job," Greg said. "What's going on?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Myrna said. "Maybe I am grouchy. But I'm horny." She touched him under the blanket. His cock, lay limply against his thigh.
"I told you we'll do it in the morning," he said, picking the paper up from the floor. "I'm not in the mood!" He pushed her hand away.
Myrna pressed the remote control for the television and plumped up her pillows. There was no use arguing. She'd just have to meet some new men. Now that she wasn't working, it would be more difficult. But she still had contacts from the old days. Warren Clyde, she thought. No, he's a little kinky. Who else is there? I'll think of something.
The next morning they had their usual boring fuck. It was better than nothing, but when Greg had left for the office, she spent the next two hours masturbating.
When she finally arose from the bed, she bathed lazily and dressed slowly. She'd gotten used to being busy and it was hard to have so much time on her hands.
She decided to go shopping. Since she'd saved up quite a bit of money, she made a list of clothes she wanted. Later, when she arrived at the department store, she bought a black lace negligee and two new garter belts. She bought three dresses and a tight black sweater and skirt.
In the back of her mind she was thinking about Greg's brother. Doug was a cute guy, only a year younger than Greg. He and Paula were a lot of fun and Myrna was aware that while they were in the house she wanted to look her best.
Was she thinking of seducing her brother in-law? She wasn't sure. Did she feel guilty about her thoughts? Not a bit. She'd lost all her guilt in the past year. Sex was at the core of all of life and if she happened to be married to a man who didn't fill her needs, she had every right to be fulfilled elsewhere.
When she thought about Doug and Paula, she remembered one of their last conversations as a foursome. They'd been involved in some encounter group which experimented with nude sessions. Greg had scoffed at it, but Myrna had been intrigued. She wondered if they were still involved in the group and if they still had nude sessions. Before she left the store, she stopped at the shoe department and bought a pair of wildly expensive black pumps. They were simple, but the heels were very high and very thin and her legs looked gorgeous in them.
When she arrived back home, she fixed dinner before trying on her new clothes. Greg had surprised her with a microwave and it was very convenient. She put a roast in the oven along with potatoes and went upstairs and opened her packages. Some husbands buy their wives perfume and flowers and diamond rings, she thought as she stripped her clothes off and gazed at her naked body in the mirror. She pushed her hair up off her neck and let a few tendrils frame her face. My husband buys me a microwave. She sighed. Life was so funny.
She let her hair cascade around her shoulders and then slipped into fresh underwear. If it wasn't for my itching cunt, I'd be happy, she thought as she dried on one of her new dresses. Greg's a good man and I've got a nice life. Why aren't I content with it?
She knew why and she rubbed her pussy through her new skirt and stepped into her new pumps. She ran her tongue over her lower lip and gazed down at her bra-less tits. She cupped one of her mounds and rubbed her nipple until it hardened. She caressed her pussy and squeezed her boob, and then she heard the oven timer in the kitchen and she sighed.
Back to the real world, she thought as she slipped out of the shoes and skirt and into a robe. She went down to the kitchen and adjusted the oven. On an impulse, she mixed a pitcher of martinis and put it into the refrigerator. Maybe if I get Greg high he'll be sexier. He doesn't drink enough. That's it. He should drink more.
Then she thought about her friend, Beth, whose husband was an alcoholic. Is that what I want? she thought. God, no. Things could always be worse. Still, a few belts a night wouldn't make Greg a drunk. There has to be a happy medium.
The following week when Greg and Paula arrived, Myrna made a special dinner. The younger couple told tern they had something to tell them. Something very exciting and important. And they would unpack later.
Myrna waited until the others were in the living room, and. she brought in a tray of appetizers and a pitcher of martinis. Greg poured them all drinks and Myrna passed the drinks. Tiny Paula giggled and hung onto Doug's arm.
"Guess what we've been into?" she said.
"I give up," Greg said bluntly. He didn't like Paula and did little to hide that fact.
"You guess," Paula giggled, turning to Myrna.
"Does it have anything to do with that encounter group you belong to?" Myrna said.
"How did you guess?" Paula whined.
"Wait a minute," Doug said, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "First things first. We're moving out here." He sat back against the sofa and, grinned smugly.
"That's great," Greg said. "Did you get a job out here?"
"Yeah," Doug said. "But more important, we're following our new lifestyle."
"Oh, shit!" Greg said, gulping his martini. "Not that again."
"No, wait until you hear," Paula said in her squeaky voice. Tell them, sweet face."
Myrna was curious. She turned to Greg impatiently. "Shut up and let them talk," she said. "What's that about following your lifestyle?"
"The action's here and that's why we're leaving Chicago
. You know, the swinging scene. Paula and I are involved in it and it's made our marriage better than ever."
The young couple gazed into each other's eyes and giggled. Greg groaned and rose up when the telephone rang. "I'll get it, Myrna. Why don't we eat? I'm starved."
Over dinner Paula and Doug went into more detail. They were involved in swapping and there was more action on the Coast than there was in the Midwest. They enjoyed it so much, they decided to move to where other couples who followed the lifestyle were accessible.
"I think you're full of shit," Greg said, spearing a piece of meat.
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," his brother said.
"Leave them alone," Myrna said, her mind reeling with the news. "If it works for them, it's okay."
"You're just saying that because you're a horny bitch," Greg said with a grin. He turned to his brother. "Take her with you sometime, will you? She's to much for me.
"Are you serious?" Paula cooed.
"Oh, Jesus!" Greg said.
"Live and let live," Myrna said, clearing the table. "I think it sounds very modern."
The telephone rang again and this time she picked it up in the kitchen, A female voice asked for Greg and she called him to the phone. "Who's your girlfriend?" she said.
Greg's face looked slightly taut. "Probably someone from the office."
Myrna returned to the dining mom, but she thought about the girl on the phone and Greg's response 'to her question. Was it possible he actually did have a girlfriend? Was it possible he was cheating on her just as she was cheating on him?
She poured coffee and spooned ice-cream into dishes and Greg returned with a frown on his face. "I've got to go out," he said. "To the office."
Myrna' blinked and Paula giggled. "My goodness, Greg, we just got here and you're running out. We've got so much more to tell you.
"What's going on, honey?" Myrna said. "Since when do you work in the evening?"
Greg scowled. "What the hell's going on here? The Inquisition? I said they need me at the office and that's that. I'll be back late." Ye kissed Myrna goodbye and left the house. Myrna gazed from her brother in-law to her sister in-law.
"Don't mind him," she said. "He's had a lot on his mind what with his promotion and all."
But her mind raced as she finished clearing the table. Something was going on with Greg and she vowed to find out just exactly what it was.
When she returned to the living room to rejoin her in-laws, she found the young couple sitting on the sofa with their arms around each other.
"Poor Myrna," Paula giggled. "Does he leave you alone a lot?"
"Actually, no," Myrna said. "If anything, I'm the one who used to leave him alone a lot."
"Come here and sit next to us," Doug said, motioning to her. "The three of us can think of something to do without Greg."
Doug and Paula looked at each other and laughed and Myrna felt something was going on that she didn't know about.
"What are you two up to?" she said. "I'm no prude. You cui tell me."
"Got some brandy?" Doug said.
Myrna told him where they kept the brandy. He left the room, and while he was gone, Paula moved closer to Myrna and whispered in her ear.
"How about swinging with us?" she said.
"Huh?"
"I'd love to go down on you," Paula lisped. She moved her hand to Myrna's thigh. "Honest. You don't have to reciprocate. I get off on sucking."
Myrna was too surprised to answer. By the time Doug returned with the brandy, she found herself accepting Paula's proposition.
"You have to promise not to tell Greg," she said to the couple. "He'd shit a brick if he ever found out." She shook her head slightly and gazed away blankly. "Except, for the first time I've got a feeling he's got a little action too."
"Well, if he does you don't have to feel guilty," Paula giggled. "Come on. Let me go down on you. She turned to her husband.
"She's going to let me go down on her, isn't that fine?" The young woman's eyes glittered. "We can share, if you want to, honey."
She moved her hand to Myrna's skirt and caressed her inner thighs.
"To think," Myrna said. "Greg's kid brother is more adventurous than he is. Are you really going to suck me together?"
Paula giggled and Doug snickered. "We share everything. It's great," Doug said. "Take your panties off, Sis."
Myrna drank a last sip of brandy and then baldly pulled her skirt up. Without a moment's self-consciousness, the wanton wife peeled her panties off and stepped out of them.
When she was bare from the waist down, she sat down on the sofa and spread her legs. She grinned impishly when Paula and Doug crouched before her. She laced her fingers around their necks when Paula moved her lips to her snatch.
"She's got a pretty' pussy, doesn't she, lion?" Paula trilled.
"You bet," Doug said with shining eyes as he watched his wife extend her tongue and lap it lightly over Myrna' s slit.
Myrna leaned her head back against the pillows and wiggled her ass. It was the most incredible scene she'd ever been part of. Paula licked and sucked her pussy-folds for a few moments and then Doug took her place. As if an cue, husband and wife licked her clit and fingered her cunthole and Myrna cupped her tits in her hands and watched them.
"I don't believe this is happening to me," Myrna said. "You two are too much. God, I wish Greg would wake up to the real world."
"You can came to swing with us anytime you want," Doug said. "With your body, you'll be a hit."
"But she's got to have a partner. Our crowd is for couples only. Get Greg to join. Oh, please, it'll be such fun!" Is "No way, Myrna sighed. "Oh, Lord,
you're going to make rite come if you keep that up!"
They kept her in a state of suspended excitement. Just when she was about to climax, one of them would stop sucking and licking and the other would take over.
She begged them to put her over the top, but they continued their exquisite torture. At one point Doug closed his lips over her clit and moved his hand over her ass. He dabbed a finger against her shitter and turned to his wife.
"This is for me," he said.
"Oh, you, you just love assfucking!" the little brunette giggled.
Myrna's pussy felt ready to explode. She didn't remember when it happened, but her sweater and bra were off and her huge tits bounced around as she writhed against the sofa.
She arched her back and humped herself at their sucking mouths and probing fingers. "Just give me one little orgasm!" she begged. "Just one little, one!"
Instead, Doug yanked open his fly and pulled out his prick.
"Get your mouth on this, Sis," he said and he stood before her and waited for her to react.
Almost like a starving animal, Myrna reached over and took his cock into her mouth. She licked hungrily up and down his shaft and took his balls one by one into her mouth.
Her face shone. with perspiration and her lipstick smeared as she gluttonously devoured his prick and balls. Paula climbed onto the sofa and settled next to Myrna. She sucked one of her tits while she watched.
And then Myrna was stretched out on the floor and Doug was fucking her. First he speared her cunthole with his thick cock and then he told her to get on her hands and knees and he fucked her in the ass. When Myrna cant, it was the most explosive orgasm she ever experienced. When she was through, Doug pushed her over onto her back and finished off in her mouth.
They rested awhile and went to work on Paula. They took turns sucking her cunt and Doug suggested Myrna might enjoy trying to force her tongue into Paula's asshole.
"It'll never fit," Myrna said. "It's too small."
"Try it," Doug said and Paula giggled.
"I've got a big asshole," the little brunette said, prying her asscheeks apart.
Myrna never did manage to force her tongue into her sister in-law's butt, but she spent a wonderful hour trying. And she never once thought about where Greg had gone. When they finally went to sleep at three in the morning, he still hadn't returned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paula returned to Chicago
to arrange for the movers and Doug stayed with Myrna and Greg and found a job. One morning Myrna awakened late and her attention was drawn to the back yard. When she peered out the window, she saw Doug sunbathing on a glider.
"How about fixing me some breakfast?" he yelled.
"Come on in and I'll be downstairs in a few minutes."
She slammed the window shut and dressed. The past few weeks had been eventful. Ever since the night she'd had the orgy with her in-laws and Greg had stayed out all night, Myrna and Greg had hardly had a minute alone. She thought about him now as she brushed her hair and slipped into a pair of tight jeans. He was acting strangely lately. "I'm ready," Doug called.
"Be right down," Myrna said.
She drove all thoughts of her husband from her mind as she pranced down to the kitchen. Paula had only been gone a few days, but already Myrna could feel the electricity in the air between herself and her brother in-law.
"Bacon and eggs okay," she said as she walked into the kitchen.
Doug still wore his bathing trunks and he came up behind her as she stood at the stove. "Bacon and eggs and a little loving sound A-okay."'
She smiled up at him . and moved to the refrigerator. "This is the first time we'll be spending the day together, isn't it? Scrambled okay?"
"Fine. Yeah, I thought about it too.
She spread bacon in a pan and listened to it sizzle. "You and Paula have a thing where, you only swing together, don't you?"
Doug sat down on a chair and watched her. "Yeah. That's the agreement." He raised one eyebrow and made an obscene gesture with his lips. "But it's not written in blood."
She poured them both same hot coffee and sat down to wait for the bacon to finish frying. "It wouldn't be right," she said.
He reached across the table and took her hand. "No one has to know."
"That's not it," she said. "But I like Paula and I'd feel like I was being disloyal to her."
"That's crap," Doug said. "If anyone should feel disloyal, it's me with my brother, but I don't."
"I have a feeling Greg's seeing someone," she said softly.
Doug continued holding her hand. "You've changed lately," he said.
"Changed? How?"
"You're softer. I can't explain it, but you don't swear as much as you used to and there's something more feminine about you.. I don't know what it is. Maybe we're all just getting older." He released her hand and she rose up and returned to the stove. What about what I said about Greg?" Doug cleared his throat. "I don't know what to say."
"You know something. I can tell. You can't keep your feelings a secret. Tell me. You've got to. I need to know." She sliced some bread and scrambled eggs while he spoke. "Greg's having an affair with his secretary."
Myrna's heart pounded. "I didn't know he had his own secretary."
"A few of the guys use her, but since his promotion she's been doing a lot for Greg."
"I'll say she is," Myrna said, unable to fully comprehend what Doug had just told her.
"When did he tell you?"
"The day after we got here. You know. When he stayed out all night."
Myrna's fingers shook when she placed the bacon and eggs on a plate and, handed the plate to Doug. "I think I'm going to pass out."
Doug quickly rose up and helped her sit down. Her legs almost gave out under her. It was so strange. For so long, she'd been the one cheating. But it never occurred to her that Greg wasn't happy. She always assumed he didn't have a strong sex drive. And all the time he just didn't love her.
"He loves you, Myrna." Doug said. "You've got to believe that." She sipped the water he placed in her hand.
"Yeah, sure, he's crazy about me," she said bitterly.
"He is," Doug said, gobbling his food. "Honest. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
And suddenly she was. She thrust her shoulders back and fondled her tits.
"When you're through eating, we're going to fuck," she said.
Doug's eyes widened. "What about disloyalty to Paula and all that bullshit?"
"It's just that. Bullshit. Come on. Eat up. I need a good hard fucking."
"He felt like a gigolo when you were making more money than he was," Doug said, his mouth full.
"But he never said a word," Myrna said. "In fact when we talked about it, he said he thought it was cute."
"Yeah, well he didn't mean it. Got any more coffee?"
She rose up and poured him some fresh coffee. "There was a time when a guy would have stopped eating if I said I wanted to get laid."
"Don't take it personally, Myrna," he chuckled. "I was starved, is all. I got up real early."
"When are you starting your new job?"
"Monday."
He finished the last of his eggs and she rose up and took his plate to the sink. "Get your ass out of that chair," she said.
Doug rose up and followed her to the sink. He put his arms around her and they kissed. His hands moved to her ass and he squeezed her checks while they French kissed. "Let me suck your cock," she said. Some how sucking Greg's brother off appealed to her. It was more than just the sex, which she loved. It was getting even too. Getting even with Greg's flesh and blood. Doug pulled his zipper down and in a moment his prick was out in the air. She sank down into a chair and he stood in front of her. He looked' like a little boy as he politely waited for her to suck him. She took his entire cock into her mouth and felt it harden almost immediately. She lathered his balls with saliva and pumped his cockshaft.
When he began moaning, she released him and took his hand. "Come on. Let's get onto a bed."
They went up to the guest bedroom and she slipped out of her jeans. She climbed onto the bed and he followed her. He slid his hands under her ass and lowered his face to her cleavage.
He helped her remove her tee-shirt and bra and in a few moments his head was inside her thighs.
"I love sucking your cunt," he said.
"What am I going to do about Greg?"
"He'll get over her," he said, licking the insides of her thighs.
"Do you know what she looks like?"
"Yeah, I met her."
"You met her?"
"Oh, God!"
His tongue lapped gently over her clit and he pushed a finger into her pussy-hole. "I met her the day I found my job," Doug said.
"Is she pretty?"
"Nothing special."
She gasped when he began sucking on her asshole. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." He bit down on the swollen button of her clit and wave after wave of exquisite pleasure raged through her. There was no use thinking about Greg's betrayal. She may as well enjoy herself.
Doug licked up the juice gushing out of her gash and reached up and grabbed her tits. He pulled on her nipples and dabbed his tongue tip over her pussy-hole.
He stripped his clothes off and put his arms around her.
"Don't worry about Greg, Sis," he said as he French kissed her. "He's crazy about you."
Myrna' felt an exhilarating rush from her head to the tips of her toes. Doug slid his hands up and down her thighs and moved one between her legs.
"Just keep doing that," she moaned. "You're making me forget my troubles. Anyway, like I said, I don't want to talk about it." He covered her lips with his and used one hand to masturbate her pussy. He gently massaged her clit and Myrna felt only a mass of nerve endings and a giant cunt. Her mind stopped functioning.
She reached for Doug's cock and held it in her fist. She gripped it more firmly and jerked it up and down. All control left her as she pumped his meat and he fingered her gash. She wanted his cock in her mouth and ass and pussy and she could no longer wait.
"Fuck The!" she moaned.
"Yeah in a minute," he said, sucking hard on her stiffened nipples.
Her nipples were taut with excitement and his sucking made her arousal more extreme.
And then he moved up on the bed and his cock was swinging over her mouth. He said nothing and didn't have to. Myrna panted as she grabbed his prick and sucked it into her mouth.
She held his ass with both hands and pulled him closer to her face. She nursed on his prick gluttonously and then reluctantly released it and licked his balls all over.
She tongue massaged his cock and nuts and felt the jism bubbling up in his balls. She took his lust thickened prong into her mouth until he came, shooting a steady stream of sweet tasting spunk over her face.
She held her mouth open and he directed most of it down her throat. He held it firmly in his hand and grunted as each jet of cream erupted from his cockhead.
When he was through shooting, he plunged his still hard cock back into her mouth and she licked it clean. Then he collapsed on top of her, but only for a moment.
"Let me suck your pussy, Sis," he said, moving down between her legs and lapping his tongue up and down her horny slit.
He began eating her so fast he took her breath away. Just as she was about to experience the exquisite ref of an orgasm, he stopped and moved up to kiss her lips.
She tasted her own pussy juice and mixed with the residue of spunk in her mouth it was delicious. She was almost sorry when he returned to her cunt and licked relentlessly on her clit.
Again, he stopped just as she was about to come.
"Don't stop!" she hissed, but he ignored her and tilted her ass back to lick her bung.
She tossed her head from side to side in a frenzy of frustration and excitement. He refused to discuss it, as he moved, from her pussy to her tits to her lips. He sucked briefly on her long hard nipples and then french kissed her hot lips before returning to her pussy. When he returned to her pussy, she had to begin the momentum of an orgasm all over again and by the time it began, he left and moved up to her tits again.
He was driving her wild with anticipation, but the road to ecstasy was sweet.
"You're driving me crazy!" she said.
"That's the idea, Sis, he said.
"Don't remind me were related," she said.
"'Why?"
"Because that's the one thing that makes me feel guilty."
"Oh, shit!"
He toyed with her asshole and licked her clit. She raised her head and gazed at him, her long blonde hair disheveled and her eyes wild.
"Will you please bring me off?" she said.
"I'll bring you off when I fuck your asshole."
A shiver of excitement went through her. She leaned her head back and massaged her tits. "Well, do it soon, please. I'm going crazy.
He went on licking her pussy and sucking her asshole and just when she was about to come, he stopped again. She raised her butt and pried open her asscheeks.
"Here! Here it is! What are you waiting for?"
He slid one finger up and down the crease of her butt. He wet it with her cuntjuice and his saliva and then shoved it inside her bang up to the knuckle.
Myrna moved her hand to her cunt and masturbated. Doug finger fucked her asshole and then plunged another finger into her gash. He Jerked both fingers in and out and she rubbed her clit, but still her orgasm eluded her.
"You've got me so damn excited, I can't J come!" she said.
"I learned this from one of the guys in our group."
"You do things in front, of each other?"
"Sure, what'd you think?"
"I thought you switched partners."
"We do a lot more than that."
"Orgies?"
"Sure. And shows."
He slowed down the movement of his fingers and she pumped her pussy at his hand. "You're so different from your brother," she sighed. A
"Aw, we re not so different. I just married a girl who won't take no for an answer."
"What do you mean?"
He pulled his fingers out of her asshole and cunt and deliberately licked them clean. He grinned shyly. "When Paula and I first got married, I got bored fast. But she gave me an ultimatum. Either I shape up or she'd ship me out."
"You mean sweet, silly Paula said that?" He nodded proudly. "She sure did. That's when we got involved with the sex group."
Myrna shook her head and leaned back against the pillows. "Greg would never agree to that. And I'm not so sure I'd like it for a steady diet. I haven't been an angel, but I'm not crazy about the orgy business. And I really prefer one to one sex."
"Jesus, Sis, you're so nice and juicy." He brought his prick to the mouth of her pussy and rubbed it around. "I'm almost tempted to give it to you right here." He nudged her clit with his cockhead.
"Do it," Myrna said.
"No, I want your asshole."
"It's yours!"
With a violent thrust forward, he stroked his prick into her bung. It happened so suddenly she didn't have time to prepare herself and the pain took her breath away. But she didn't mind the pain. The intensity of the pleasure was all that mattered.
It was at that moment that Myrna knew they weren't alone in the room.
"Oh, God, Greg, is that you?" she said.
Doug left his prick imbedded in her shitter and turned his head toward the door. "Oh, fuck, no!"
"It's me, Myrna," Greg said softly as he walked out of the shadows of the doorway.
"What are you doing home?" She tried to expel Doug's cock from her bung, but he held her fast, his body unyielding.
"I had a feeling something funny was going on here," Greg said, walking into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed next to the cheating couple.
"Get off me!" Myrna hissed at her brother in -law.
"No," Greg said calmly, placing his hand on Doug's arm. "I want to see the finish."
"Have you been standing there long?" Doug croaked.
"About fifteen minutes," Greg said.
"Damn it, get off of me!" Myrna hissed.
"No, I said I want to see the finish," Greg said in a low voice. 'Fuck her asshole nice and slow, Doug. It's not every day a guy gets to see his wife corn holed."
Myrna buried her face in a pillow and sobbed. It was no use. Her marriage was over. Even though Greg was having an affair with his secretary, finding her with his brother put too much strain on their marriage.
"I've got to do what he wants," Doug said, whispering in her ear. "I'll do it fast."
"Go ahead," she sobbed softly. "Do what you have to do."
He stroked his prick in and out of her asshole with jerky motions. He humped her wildly and despite herself she felt her excitement return. She clutched her tits and opened her mouth when she came. No sound came out, but the glorious sensations of her climax gripped her very being.
CHAPTER NINE
That evening Doug left the house and Greg and Myrna had a long talk. They discussed the fact that their marriage had turned sour and Greg took half the blame. He told her about his affair with his secretary and his feelings of insecurity when she was making more money than he. He told her he would forgive her for cheating on him in the past, but finding her with his own brother was too much.
"I'll have to punish you for that," he said grimly.
"Anything you want, honey," she said, grabbing his wrist. "You warn to slug me, slug me. You're entitled."
He pushed her hand away. "You're just lucky I love you so much."
Her heart swelled and she tried to kiss him, but again he pushed her away.
"Stay here," he said. "I'm serious about punishing you. I want you to remember for the rest of your life who's boss around here."
She sat back and folded her hands in her lap. For the first time in their marriage, she was entirely happy. She knew it was perverse to be happy at a time like this. But the way Greg was handling matters turned her on terribly. He was so forceful and strong. She tingled all over.
"Anything you say, dear," she said softly.
"Get on the bed," he said and Myrna stretched out on her back on the bed. He slipped his robe off and climbed on top of him, his prick pointed at her face.
"Oh, darling," she sighed, starting to reach for him.
Her slapped her hand away. "I said not to do that." He let his cock and balls sway over her face. She shifted her eyes back, and forth and became mesmerized by the bead of jism in his pisser.
"Since you're always so hot, I think I'll let you masturbate for me," he said.
"Anything!" she said. "Anything you want, honey."
She couldn't resist licking the tip of his prick. His spunk was gushing out and her resistance crumbled when he deliberately dropped his prick over her lips.
"You want to suck, I'll let you suck," he said grimly, rolling onto his back. "Get over here and suck until I tell you to stop."
Eager to please him and more than anxious to get his prick in her mouth, she crouched between his legs and tongued his cockshaft.
"You' have such a beautiful cock, honey," she said. "The kind of prick made for kissing and licking."
"I guess you ought to know," he said sternly.
But nothing he could say could diminish her excitement. He'd said he loved her. That was at the root of all her troubles. Being unsure of his love.' Now that he had verified his feelings; nothing would bother her. Nothing.
She brushed a long strand of hair from her eyes and bent down over his crotch. She touched her tongue to the tip of his prick and he groaned and stroked her hair.
She kissed the entire crown of his prick, covering it with tiny wet kisses and quick swipes of her tongue. She pushed her tongue tip against the juicy slit in the tip and tasted his pungent jizz. The taste made her even hornier.
She slipped her hands under his ass and opened her mouth wide to capture his bulbous cockhead into her mouth. He groaned and closed his eyes and she used her lips alone on his knob until she felt his balls jerk.
"You want a mouthful?" he said through clenched teeth. "You want a jizz cocktail?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes, darling, I'd love it."
She lowered her lips and sucked his cockhead back into her mouth. She took him all the way into her throat until she felt him on her wind-pipe. She bobbed her head up and down the length of his cockshaft and he raised his head and gazed at her.
"Don't bring me off yet," he said. "I want this to last a long time. I want you to suck me until you drop."
Her luscious blonde hair falling over one eye, saw watched his cock disappear into her throat. Her tits wobbled and bounced as she used her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock.
"My cocksucking wife," he said. "Ah, that's good, honey. That's very good."
She released him and blew her warm breath over his prick and bails. She darted the tip of her tongue over his nuts and fluttered it up and down his veined shaft.
Careful not to hurt him with her teeth, she took his balls into her mouth. She rolled them around her saliva and teased them with her. tongue. His balls were drenched with saliva by the time she spit them out.
He gazed at the top of her head and their N eyes met. She opened her jaws wide and stared at him.
"I love you,' she said as she sucked the crown of his cock into her waiting lips.
She nibbled on the flared rim under his knob and then released him with a loud plop. Then she sucked him in again and this time she dragged' her lips slowly halfway down his shaft.
Her chin rested on his balls and she stopped moving around. She held his cockhead in her mouth and used her tongue and teeth to caress it.
"Get your hot mouth on my dick!" he growled.
"Do you want me to milk your balls, honey?"
"I'll tell you when I want you to suck the cream out of my nuts," he said. "Right now I just want you to suck."
His cock throbbed against her tongue and she encircled his shaft with her fingers. She slid the tight skin covering his prick up and down and massaged it while she tongued his prick knob.
She cradled his balls in her other hand, loving the feel of his jism swelling his ball bag. She caressed his nuts delicately and tangled her fingernails in their coating of hair.
When he groaned., she thought he was going to shoot off in her mouth. She stopped moving until he calmed down and then she ran a series of tiny kisses over his inner thighs.
He raised his ass up off the bed and let her lick his asscheeks. She probed. his asshole with a fingertip and held his prick in her fist. His come boiled in his tails and she licked lightly up and down his ass-crack.
"Where'd you learn that?" he said. "No, don't answer that."
They both laughed then arid Myrna sensed that his anger had dissipated. She plunged her mouth over his prick, holding her breath while she slid her lips down to his cock-root. She hungrily licked his piss-slit and swallowed the drippings. He tangled his fingers in her blonde hair and guided her head as she mouth-fucked him.
Now he raised his ass and thrust the entire length of his dick-pole into the hot sucking cave of her mouth. His velvety, bulbous cockhead grazed the back of her throat. His body tensed and she stopped moving.
When she released him, she felt the heat from his prick against her moist lips. She held the root of his lust stiffened cock while she flicked her tongue up and down his stem.
When she thought he might climax, she squeezed the tip of his cock and controlled him. He smiled at her gratefully and she licked up the juice oozing out of his slit and enjoyed the, mini snack of hot cock cream.
Each taste of his prick made her hungry for more. Her back was growing tired, but she loved it. She'd never sucked a cock for such a long period of time. She'd been at it an hour now and wondered if it was some sort of record.
"I love you," she murmured, licking her lips.
"I know you do," he said.
"Don't you want to suck my cunt?"
"No. Keep trucking. I mean, sucking."
She giggled and moved the ring of her lips
down his up thrust prick. She buried her nose in his cock bush and inhaled his manly aroma. She wondered briefly how else Greg planned to punish her. So far the punishment was a pleasure for the horny housewife.
Amazingly, she felt his cock swell in her mouth. Her lips gripped his prick knob and moved down until his dick shaft was buried in her throat. His balls churned and his face contorted with lust.
She massaged his prick with her lips and tongue and teeth. She scraped her strong teeth lightly up and down his shaft and over his cockhead.
"Move up and down!" Greg said. "Take it all!"
Myrna eagerly complied by moving her head up and down in a frenzy. His cock grew harder and bigger in her silken throat. The knob banged against her tonsils and he humped his ass off the bed.
He made a rattling sound in his throat and she knew that soon he would dump a load of thick cream into her gullet. "I'm gonna shoot!" he warned.
She held her lips pursed tightly around his cockhead. Her tits flopped over his thighs as she waited for his prick to explode.
"Suck it!" he rasped and came, blasting his jism into her mouth and splattering the back of her throat.
At one point she thought she might choke on the massive load of spunk that poured down her throat. His cock thrust deeply into her mouth with every spurt of juice gushing out of his balls.
It was impossible to swallow it all. The residue trickled from the corners of her mouth and ran, down her chin and onto her tits. When she pulled her mouth off of his dick, she caught her breath for a moment before up the few drops that dotted his cock bush licking. Then she darted her tongue over his balls and cleaned them up too.
She pushed his ass up and took his empty balls into her mouth one by one. She ran her tongue over his sensitive ball flesh and soon his cock began hardening again.
"Honey, you're getting hard again," she said, wonderment in her voice.
"Yeah, and we're getting in the shower now," he said, rising from the bed.
In a few moments they stepped into a hot shower. They embraced and kissed, and all the while the hot water sprayed and soothed them. They stood still for several moments and Greg held her ass while they kissed. Finally he picked up a bar of soap and began to lather up her pussy while their lips were locked together.
She turned her body as he Lathered her back and the triangle between her legs. He crouched down and soaped up her legs and the crevice between her asscheeks.
She leaned against the wall of the shower while he rubbed the soap into her butt flesh. She wiggled her hips and shoved her ass back at him and he drilled a finger into her asshole.
A shiver of sheer sexual abandon raged through her. "Oh, honey, that's good!" she cried, her eyes shut tight.
Greg didn't answer, but continued lathering her body until he arrived at her tits. He used one hand on her tits and one on her cunt. Her muff was frothy with suds and he slipped his fingers inside her lathered cunt flaps.
Finally he straightened up and handed her the soap. She glided the bar over his back and his upper arms and his chest. She lathered up his prick and soaped his balls. She rubbed his prick again and again and felt it come to life under her touch. She pumped it, massaging the soap into his shaft.
She snaked one finger into his asscrack and toyed with his shifter. "And what else is my punishment going to be?" she said.
"I'll think of something," he said gruffly. He held her tightly against him as the hot water splashed over them. 'Her hair was drenched and it clung wetly to her face. They kissed before stepping out of the shower and she carefully rinsed his prick.
They used huge towels to dry each other, and when they were through, Greg massaged bath lotion into every inch of her body. Then they crawled into bed and dozed for a while.
"Masturbate for me," Greg said sleepily when they awakened.
She raised her head and leaned on one elbow. "You mean it?" she said.
"Yeah, it'll turn me on to watch you." She stretched out on her back, her arms at her sides and her legs wide spread. Her cunt gaped open and her tits bobbed around her chest. Her soft cunt hair was newly washed and glistened silkily. Her legs trembled and she watched the tiny pink cunt folds peek out of her pussy.
The soft, fleecy curls of her hot cunt framed her cunt petals prettily. With trembling fingers, she stroked her thighs and scraped her nails lightly over her beaver.
She moaned and trembled when her fingers slipped into the warm wetness of her snatch. She traced the edges of her gash with her fingertips and barely touched her excited clit with her thumb.
She, opened her eyes and saw that Greg was masturbating too. "Oh, honey," she said. "This is such a turn -on."
"Make yourself come," he said as she worked two fingers into her cunthole.
Her throbbing clit stood at the top of her slit, hard and swollen and ready to explode. A shiver of anticipation coursed through her. With her free hand she probed the velvety softness of her inner thighs and whimpered softly as she ground her ass against the mattress.
She rubbed her clit up and down and watched the rise and fall of her belly as her orgasm approached. Greg's fingers moved slowly up and down his hardening prick and he Watched her with fascination.
She spread her legs farther apart and thrust three fingers into her twat. She twisted and turned her ass and used her thumb on her clit as she frigged herself.
She knew some people would think they were perverted. And maybe they were. But she knew in that moment that what they had was more important than conventional happiness. They had sexual excitement in their marriage It hadn't been easy to achieve, but they had it and no one could take it away from them.
When she came, her pussy exploded and at the last moment Greg leaned over and kissed her pussy.
Later they talked about their future. She made a cold supper and they brought trays up to the bedroom. Greg opened a bottle of wine and they toasted their new life.
"No swinging," he said, shaking his head vigorously.
"No, darling," she said.
"If we decide we need outside diversion, we'll find another couple."
"Whatever you say, honey."
"And you don't go back to work."
"I love staying home." Her eyes shone with happiness when she realized it was the truth.
"Paula and Doug were gonna try to talk us into joining their group, but we're not gonna do it."
"Certainly now," Myrna said. "They can have it."
Greg chewed on a piece of ham thoughtfully and turned to her. "You know, hon, we could try a four way scene with Doug and Dingaling. Just to see what it's like."
Myrna giggled. "I thought you said no swinging."
"I didn't say we wouldn't try it with another couple."
"And why not a couple we're related to?"
"Exactly."
He put his tray on the bedside table and took her into his arms. "I'm horny again," he said. "How about a little cocksucking?"
"My jaws are tired," she said. "How about a little fucking?"
"I don't know if I have the energy."
"Let's go to sleep," she said. "There's always tomorrow.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They fell asleep in each other's arms and in the morning they had a quickie. But somehow it was different. Myrna came after the first stroke and felt wonderful all day.
When Greg arrived home that evening, he told her he'd talked to Doug. Paula was arriving in town that day, and coming right to their place. The three of them would surprise her with a family orgy.
CHAPTER TEN
Paula arrived before the men. Her plane landed early and she walked into the house and demanded to know what had happened in her absence.
"What changed Greg around?" she said.
"Oh, we just had a long talk," Myrna said. "Come on in the kitchen and help me fix dinner." She didn't want her sister in-law to know she and Doug had been fucking and Greg walked in on them.
The two women moved to the kitchen and Paula plopped into a chair. "You're keeping something from me," she lisped. "I just know "Negative," Myrna said, shaking her head.
"How do these oysters look to you?"
"Delicious and don't change the subject."
"I made beef wellington," Myrna said.
"It's my first attempt. What do you think?"
"Are we going to eat or fuck?" Paula giggled, stretching her arms up and thrusting her tits out. "I'm so horny I could fuck a cat. Being away from Doug for two weeks drove me crazy."
"And you didn't fuck anyone else while you were in Chicago
?" Myrna said.
"Oh, no," Paula said. "That would be cheating. We promised each other. We made a solemn vow that we'd only swing together.
Otherwise it's disloyal. Oh, no, I saved up my hominess for Doug." She dimpled. "And as it turns out, you and Greg are gonna benefit ii from it too."
Myrna flushed. She knew there would be trouble for her brother in-law if Paula ever found out they had fucked.
"I don't think one little indiscretion is so terrible," 'she said. "It's not serious enough to break up a marriage."
"Well, that's easy for you to say," Paula said. "You didn't take a solemn vow."
Oh, God! Myrna said to herself. "Tear up this lettuce for a salad, will you?" she said to the younger woman, hoping to change the subject.
Paula took the lettuce from her hand and began tearing it into bite size pieces. "I never did it with another woman until you," she said. "I mean, when Doug and I went to our encounter group and women tried to make it with me, I always said no. It always used to scare me. What about you? Did you ever do it with another woman before Doug and me?"
"Once or twice," Myrna said, coloring again.
"What was it like? Tell me all about it."
"It was okay."
"Yes, but tell me about it. When did you do it for the first time?"
"I don't remember."
"Did you like the taste right away?"
"Yeah."
"What about the smell? Did I smell funny to you?"
"Your smell turns me on, but listen, if you don't want to go down on me, it's okay."
"I don't know . . . I sorta liked it." The little brunette frowned.
"You don't have to do it to me if you don't want to," Myrna said. "And I'm not going to say it again. Anyway, I prefer a guy sucking me."
"What's the difference? I'm getting horny just talking about it."
"I don't know," Myrna said thoughtfully.
"I guess if you close your eyes you can't tell the difference, but I don't know Paula shut her eyes tight and stuck out her tongue. "I'll bet I could tell. A man has a bigger tongue for one thing."
"And bigger and stronger teeth," Myrna said.
"And a beard to scratch you with," Paula giggled.
"And usually a bigger mouth," Myrna said.
"I remember how nice your tongue and lips felt on my pussy and clit," Paula said. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Myrna said.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you hinting that you want me to do it to you?"
Paula blushed. "Gee, yeah, I'd love it," she said with a faraway look in her eyes. "And I'll do it to you too. I promise."
Myrna tousled her short black curls. "We'll see how the evening goes. At the rate your tearing that lettuce, we won't eat until midnight."
The women showered and changed and when the men arrived they all settled down with cocktails in the living room. Everyone was nervous, and the woman tried to keep the conversation going, but there was a definite reeling of excitement. in the room.
"Are we going to eat first or what?" Doug finally said.
"Rick first," Greg said.
"I think we ought to eat first," Paula protested.
"Let's have our appetizers in here and then start. We can have the rest of our courses at intervals. I know I'd like that," Myrna said.
"Good thinking, babe," Greg said. "That sounds fine to me.
"Me too," Doug said.
Myrna and Paula brought in the oysters Rockefeller and Greg poured fresh cocktails. "Me we going to split up?" he said.
Everyone stared at him.
"Split up?" Paula said.
"Yeah. One couple in one room and the other couple in another."
"But that's no fun," Paula said. "The whole idea is to watch."
"Yeah, Greg, you don't know what a turn on it is to watch your wife getting fucked," Doug said.
Greg turned to Myrna and she smiled. He turned back to his brother. "I never thought about it that way," he said. "Yeah, you're probably right."
They finished their appetizers and self-consciously moved upstairs to the master bedroom. It was decided without words that Myrna and Doug would start and Greg and Paula would watch.
Myrna met Greg's eyes and they smiled with an intimacy that only a married couple has. His eyes glittered and, she could see he was terribly excited by the prospect of watching her get laid.
They had moved two lounge chairs into the bedroom and he and Paula sat down while Myrna and Doug slowly undressed. Doug made a few funny cracks and Myrna laughed, her deep throaty laugh.
She pulled her sweater over her head and slipped her tits out of her bra, all the while watching Greg to see his reaction. She pointed one of her nipples at him and he extended his tongue and rolled his eyes.
"That's for me," Doug said, moving his hand on her arm. His voice was husky and she placed her nipple between her fingers and rubbed it against his arm.
The pink point of her lit was hard and distended. She pulled on it until it became longer and then did the same to her other nipple. She slipped her bra off and hefted her tits in her hands and sighed deeply.
Doug pulled his shirt out of his pants and leaned over and swiped his tongue over her tit. He finished undressing and Myrna continued playing with her tits. When he was naked, he bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Myrna moaned softly and turned to Greg to see his reaction.
His eyes were narrowed and his lips were slightly parted as he watched. Myrna laced her fingers around Doug's neck and moved his. mouth more tightly against her tit.
They sat down on the bed and Doug lapped the very tip of his tongue over her bouncing tits while she tangled her fingers in his hair. She scrambled out of the rest of her clothes while he nursed on her tits and in a moment her beaver and pouting cuntlips were exposed.
They rolled onto the bed and Myrna reached for his cock and balls as. he reached for her pussy. She felt his half limp cock throb in her hand at the first caress.
She heard Paula suck in her breath, but now I she was hardly aware of their audience. All she cared about was the cock in her hand that was I quickly hardening. The cock that would soon be inside her body.
She climbed between Doug's thighs and lowered her head to his crotch. She flicked out her tongue and lapped it over his piss-slit. She shivered with excitement and turned to smile at Greg. She wrapped the wetness of her mouth around her brother in-law's prick head and stared into her husband's eyes.
She had never been so thrilled in her life.
Doug began pushing more and more of his stiffening prick into her mouth and she
accepted it eagerly. She took it all the way into her throat and wrapped her arms around his ass and nudged his balls.
She moved one hand to his cockshaft and the other to his asshole. She rubbed his bung and pumped his shaft while she mouth fucked his prick.,
The next time she gazed at Greg and Paula, Greg's pants were off and he was frigging himself. Paula's skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were off. She was clawing at her cunt and toying with her tits through her sweater.
"Take this load in your mouth," Greg said. Myrna smiled and swiped her tongue over Doug's cockhead. "If you want me to darling.
"Do it, Sis!" Doug hissed. Her tongue dragged slowly up and down his fuck stalk. "Take it in your mouth. I love when you do that."
"What?" Paula whined, but everyone ignored her.
Doug's balls slapped Myrna's chin as she slid the tight ring of her lips balls deep down his shaft. Paula was thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt and muttering about how she wanted to know what was going on as her husband dumped his load into Myrna's mouth.
The sight of his wife taking his brother's load in her mouth was the most erotic thing Greg had ever seen. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed.
Myrna stretched out on her back arid Greg hovered over her.
"Fuck me, darling," she said. "Take my breath away."
Greg knelt between her legs and lightly kissed her pouting cuntlips. He licked up her cuntjuice and nibbled the velvety folds of her pussy.
A surge of pleasure coursed through her as he moved his lips and tongue in erotic circles in her pussy mound. He nudged her clit with his upper lip and drilled a finger into her cunthole.
He sucked and slurped her cunt until she shivered with anticipation. Paula had climbed onto the bed and was sucking on Doug's limp cock. When Myrna. noticed that, Greg's cock was hard, she told him to get on top of her and fuck her.
"What about me?" Paula whined.
"Later, baby," Greg said.
He mounted his wife and let his cock dangle over her cunt. The tip of his prick felt tight and hot and a drop of jizz leaked onto her pussy.
He spread her thighs far apart and wet down his cockhead with her thick juices. Then he pushed it inside her soft, moist cuntfolds.
He lurched forward and a gasp of total pleasure escaped her lips. "Oh, darling, I love when you fuck me!" she sighed.
He bucked his ass and drove his cock more forcefully into her depths. She felt dizzy from the brutality of his strokes! She moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit while he speared her with his fuckpole.
He pushed her hand away and substituted his own. He rubbed her hard little joy button in a way that sent unexpected thrills down her spine.
She cried out her passion when she came and a thick spurt of cunt juice shot out of her pussy. Greg pulled out before she came and lay back to rest.
Paula squealed and took his place on the bed. She leaned over and smiled at Myrna. "I want to touch you," she said as her fingers searched for the opening to Myrna's cunt.
Myrna ground her cunt against the younger woman's fingers. She raised her arms above her head and tossed her head from side to side as Paula slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit.
Her already excited pussy didn't need much stimulation and she came again and again as her sister in-law massaged her clit. At the end, Paula leaned over and hungrily tongued Myrna's twat. Myrna crashed through one last orgasm and then collapsed against the pillows.
When she opened her eyes, Greg was lifting both of Paula's tits in his hands. He pursed his lips and captured one of her nipples in his mouth.
The little brunette moaned and held his head firmly in her plump arms as Greg sucked her big reddish nipples. Myrna settled next to Doug and accepted the cigarette he handed her.
"You 'let the cat out of the bag," Myrna said.
"Yeah, I know," Doug said.
"What are you going to do?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"She kept talking about a solemn vow, Myrna said.
"Jesus, I know."
They watched as Greg's pursed lips moved from one of Paula's tits to the other. He moved one hand over her belly and his free hand over her ass. His cock swayed in front of his body and she touched it with her tiny hand.
"I'm going to suck and fuck you!" she hissed, flashing a smile at Myrna,
"I wish you would," Greg snickered.
"I think they did something when I was gone," She said, wrinkling her nose and motioning toward Doug and Myrna.
"To forgive is divine," Greg said.
"I know," Paula sighed. "And that's why I'm going to. But it better not happen again." Myrna and Doug smiled and he squeezed
her hand. "It's going to be okay," he said. "I knew it would," she said.
He wrapped his arm around her as they watched their spouses.
"Ooooh, Gregie, you've got such a big cock," Paula lisped as she stroked the sensitive area under his cockhead.
He nibbled her tits and squeezed her plump asscheeks. "The better to fuck you with, my dear," he said.
"Oh, Gregie," she giggled, holding his head firmly against her tits.
She lay back and Greg dropped to his knees in front of her. He gazed at her thick, dark, cunt bush and the puffy lips peaking out. Her thighs were rounder than Myrna's and her legs weren't as long. But there was a girlish sexiness about her that Greg found exciting.
Impulsively he leaned over and planted a kiss on her puffy cuntlips. Myrna watch with fascination as he pressed his entire face against the brunette's gaping pussy.
Paula opened her legs wide and shrieked, pushing herself against his face. She ground her cunt against him and gazed at her husband. "He's eating me, honey," she trilled.
"Oooooh, I love having my pussy eaten!"
Doug whispered in Myrna's ear. "How about it? Want me to suck you?"
"Sure." She lay on her side and opened her legs, but continued watching Greg and Paula even as Doug settled between her thighs.
Doug gripped her asscheeks and dug his fingers into her velvety flesh as he brought her pussy up to his mouth. Her cuntlips pouted open and her clit stood at the top of her snatch like a tiny erection.
He licked up the juice coating her snatch and she tangled her fingers in his hair. She stopped watching Greg and Paula when Doug licked her slit from her clit to her asshole and back again.
Her legs felt weak, but she clamped her thighs around Doug's head. She felt giddy with excitement and she smiled when she gazed down at Doug's smiling face.
His cheeks were wet with her juice and he looked very much like Greg. He smeared his nose over her clit and dabbed his tongue around her cunthole.
She rocked her ass on the bed and gripped his head with her strong thighs. Her pussy felt inflamed and he pried her cuntlips apart with his thumbs.
He flicked his tongue around and around her aroused twat and she yanked on his hair and ground herself against him. At intervals he drilled the tip of his tongue into her cunt and at one point it sank inside.
"How' re you two doing?" Greg said.
"I'm having a lovely time, darling," Myrna said.
"Let's do it again soon, huh, hon?"
"Anytime, baby," she sighed, as she laced her fingers through. Doug's curly hair. "You cuntlapper, you!" she hissed. "Anytime you say, baby. You're the boss!" she said to Greg.