In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worse, depravity.
SUCKER FOR A WIFE is the story of one wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"What about those two over there?" Nancy said.
Barbara Simpson followed her friend's glance. They were sitting in a cocktail lounge downtown and for the past few minutes Nancy had been teasing Barbara about picking up some men to make the dull hot afternoon more interesting. Barbara thought it was just teasing, but she wasn't sure.
Now Barbara glanced briefly at the two young men at the bar and then she looked at Nancy again. "You're not serious."
Nancy chuckled. "You're wrong, darling. I mean it."
"Nancy, I've got a husband."
"And so do I. We both have husbands and we've both been married long enough to be bored. Don't tell me you haven't cheated on Norman before."
"I haven't and that's the truth."
"But I bet you want to."
Barbara felt uncomfortable. Yes, she did want to. Sex with Norman was so boring these days. When she could get it at all. He was always so tied up with his business affairs he never had much time for her. The idea of fucking some stranger was exciting, but she wasn't sure she had the guts to go through with it.
"Nancy, I just can't."
"Oh, yes you can. One of those studs is walking over here now and we're going to invite them to sit down with us."
So there it was. Barbara remained passive. The young man who came over to them now was maybe twenty-three or twenty-four and he stood there smiling down at them with amusement in his eyes.
"My friend and I would like to join you." Nancy smiled up at him. "What's your name, honey?"
"I'm Bob and my friend's Jerry."
"If you promise to behave yourself, you can sit with us."
And so it began. In a few moments the two young studs were sitting with them, Bob on one side of the table beside Nancy and his friend Jerry next to Barbara. They began talking and before long Barbara relaxed and told herself maybe she deserved it. Having the attention of the man beside her was pleasant and even thrilling. Yes, thrilling. They all knew what the business was leading up to.
It wasn't long before Jerry's arm was around Barbara's shoulders. They were into the second round of drinks before she leaned against him and quivered as he kissed her neck.
"Hey, let's get out of here and go someplace," Bob said.
Nancy shook her head. "Not the four of us together."
"Well, all right, we'll split."
Nancy looked at Barbara. "Are you okay?"
Barbara hesitated a moment and then she nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."
Nancy giggled as she leaned against Bob's chest. Barbara couldn't see it, but she suspected Nancy now had a hand in Bob's lap.
"All right, I'm ready," Nancy said to Bob. "Take me out of here and make me happy."
The four of them left the cocktail lounge together, but outside in the parking lot the two couples split and said goodbye.
"Be nice to my girlfriend," Nancy said to Jerry with amusement in her voice.
"Don't worry, I will," Jerry said.
Barbara quivered as Jerry's hand casually dropped to stroke her ass through her thin summer dress.
Oh God, what am I doing? she thought.
She insisted they take her car and not his. Once they were out of the parking lot, Jerry moved closer to her on the front seat and slipped his hand over her thighs.
"I bet you're a hot fuck."
A quiver went through her as she looked at him. "You don't waste time, do you?"
"Look at this. Look down here."
She looked down at his lap and bit her lip. She could see the outline of his cock through his tight pants.
"Listen, I've got to drive this car."
"I bet you've got a gorgeous pussy. Dark, right? I mean you look like a real brunette so I guess you've got dark hair down there. That's what I like, I like them dark."
The sexy talk soon had her pussy dripping. Then she gasped as his hand pulled her dress back until her thighs were uncovered.
"Honey, don't ..."
He paid no attention to her. In a moment he had his fingers stroking the crotch of her panties.
He chuckled when he discovered how wet she was. "Yeah, you're hot, all right."
Fifteen minutes later she was in a motel room with him, out of her clothes and naked and crouching down in front of him to unzip his fly and get his prick out of his pants.
He had a lovely cock. Big and thick and already dripping at the tip. He kept his prick hanging in front of her face as he grinned down at her.
"Go on, baby! Say hello to it!"
Barbara giggled as she pressed her lips against the swollen head of his cock. She felt his body tense when her mouth touched his prick. His prick was hot against her lips, hot and throbbing and his cockskin like velvet. She held the root of his cock as she extended her tongue and fluttered it over the tip of his knob.
As she licked his cock, she pressed her fingers against the underside of his cockshaft and squeezed it. She forced a drop of lube juice out of his pisshole, gathered it on her tongue and drew it inside her mouth. The taste of his prick made her hungry for more. She licked his knob again and smiled up at him. "You taste good."
He snickered at her. "I bet you taste good too, little lady."
"Well, maybe you'll find out."
"You know it, baby. I'm going to have lunch, right?"
"If you want to."
"I like your tits. I like them when they're big enough to hang a little."
He was such an arrogant stud. She wanted him with all his clothes off, but first she wanted the feel of his prick in her mouth. She told herself that as long as she was cheating on Norman she might as well enjoy it as much as she could.
She opened her mouth wide and pushed forward to take Jerry's big cock between her lips. His cock seemed to grow another inch as she gobbled it. She felt his prick swelling in her mouth. Her lips stretched around his cockshaft, her mouth pushing forward until his knob tickled the back of her throat.
He groaned at her. "Jesus, you know how, don't you, baby? That's the way! Take that fucking cock! Take it all the way! Swallow it, baby! Swallow my prick!"
She couldn't swallow it, of course, but she did manage to get his cockhead partway down her throat. It was something she liked to do to Norman when she had the chance. Which wasn't that often these days. She'd always loved to suck cock and she thought she knew a few things about cocksucking.
She massaged Jerry's prick, rubbed it with her lips and tongue. She sucked his stiff prick while she made her lips into a tight ring. Her tongue raced up and down his cock as she tried to take more and more of it down her throat. Each time she pushed forward, she held his cock there a moment, clutching his knob with her throat muscles, squeezing his prick as she briefly swallowed around it.
"Fuck, baby, you're good! That's beautiful! Move your throat some more! Oh yeah! The greatest! Move your head! Come on, move! Back and forth! You like it, don't you? You like all that meat in your face?"
Yes, she did like it. She moved her head the way he wanted, pumping his prick with her lips. She felt his cock grow hotter and hotter in her mouth, hot and hard and his knob jabbing at her throat and sometimes making her choke. His swollen cockhead banged against the back of her throat each time she pushed forward. Soon it was Jerry doing the pumping, holding her head with his hands as he slid his cock in and out of her open mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. She realized he would shoot off in her mouth if they didn't stop, and she suddenly pulled away from him.
"No, not this. I want you to fuck me."
She lay naked in the middle of the bed, begging him to get his mouth on her cunt. "Lick my pussy, honey. Please lick my pussy!"
He seemed to enjoy teasing her. He knelt between her wide-spread thighs, his hands holding her legs to keep them apart. He planted hot kisses along the insides of her thighs, and each time his mouth moved close to her cunt she trembled and moaned and begged him again.
Before long he'd worked his head close enough to her cunt so that she couldn't see his face any more. She saw nothing but the top of his head now, his thick curly hair and his eyes and part of his nose. She heard him mumbling into her snatch, his breath hot against her cuntlips. Did he like hairy cunts? Norman sometimes teased her about being so hairy down there. Or maybe it wasn't teasing and he just didn't like it. Well, the hell with Norman, now she had a young stud nuzzling her gash and the stud seemed to like it.
As if reading her mind, Jerry pulled back to look at her pussy. "Beautiful, baby. Beautiful cunt."
A bolt of pleasure shot through her. Then his face dropped again and she cried out as she felt his tongue directly on her clit. He rolled his tongue around her little clit, teasing it and whipping it until she started trembling again.
She was hungry for him now. She pushed her cunt mound up, pushed it at his face. He chuckled against her pussy as he explored the wet folds of her gash. His tongue lapped from her clit to her cunthole and back again, a steady lapping that drove her wild with pleasure. He seemed in no hurry. He pushed his tongue inside her cunthole, churned her cuntjuice and sucked it between his lips with a slurping noise.
Oh God, I love it, she thought. She loved hearing the noise when a man sucked her pussy. Norman didn't do it that much and when he did do it he never really let himself go. She could feel her cunt seething around Jerry's tongue, feel it seething with a hot need for more pressure. She knew he was teasing her, making her desperate for satisfaction. Her cunt ached to be filled with his cock now and she knew the ache would soon be unbearable.
He pulled away a moment and smiled at her. "My cock's getting so damn hard just from the taste of you."
She humped her ass off the mattress, pushing her cunt at his face. "Fuck me, fuck me now."
He giggled at her, one finger tickling her clit as he started licking around her cunthole again. Then finally he pulled his face away and he backed off. "Okay, we'll fuck now, baby. You're as hot as a pistol. You don't get enough at home, right?"
"Don't talk about that."
He snickered as he unbuckled his belt and started slipping his pants off. She was eager to see him naked. She'd had his cock in her mouth but she hadn't seen his body yet.
He wore no shorts under the tight pants, and as he peeled the pants down, first his cockbush and then his hard cock came into view. She slipped a hand down to her cunt and played with it as she watched him. She rubbed her clit as his cock jumped out like a long fat sausage. A quiver went through her, her face flushed as she licked her lips.
"God, you're big, aren't you?"
"Nobody complains."
"How big is it?"
He chuckled. "Eight and a half, baby. Eight and a half big fucking inches."
She was stunned by the size of it. She hadn't realized before how long his cock was. She'd been sucking it while he still had his pants on and she hadn't paid any attention to the length of it.
She could see he was pleased by her reaction to the size of his cock. And she was pleased too. She trembled at the delicious prospect of taking that big prick deep inside her cunt.
When he was naked, Jerry took his cock in his hand and grinned down at her. "Does it look good enough, baby?"
Barbara spread her legs as wide as she could. She wriggled her cunt in open invitation. She slid a hand down to get her fingers in her wet pussy. "Come on, fuck me. I want that big cock inside my cunt."
"Well, get ready for it, cutie, Pm coming in."
He lowered himself over her, guided the blunt tip of his cock toward her cunthole. She quivered with excitement as his fat knob grazed her cuntlips. She pumped her cunt mound upwards, pushing her cunt at his huge dick.
Then he was there, his knob inside her cunthole, his prick slowly stretching the mouth of her cunt as he pushed it forward.
She groaned, her hands sliding over his shoulders, her fingers squeezing his flesh. "Fuck me, you bastard! Get that thing in there and fuck me!"
With a final shove, he drove the rest of his cock inside her steaming cunt. Barbara's head tossed from side to side as she felt his thick throbbing cock stretch her cunt-channel. His cock felt so good, so hot and lovely inside her pussy.
When she looked at his face she saw the smile of smug satisfaction. She moaned as he slowly pulled his dick back. He held his cock there, his knob just inside the entrance of her cunt-channel, his eyes laughing at her. "Ready, baby?"
"Fuck me, you bastard!"
He laughed and slammed forward. Then it began, the moving, the pumping she wanted. They were soon moving together, Jerry pumping and Barbara heaving her butt as she pumped back at him. She felt his cock spreading her cunt wide open. Her tits were swollen in her hands. Her belly heaved and rippled, her toes curling as he slammed into her again and again.
Oh God, I love it, she thought. The hell with Norman. The hell with her marriage, this was real fucking and she adored it.
Again and again Jerry fucked his cock inside her greedy cunthole. She could feel the heat in her cunt, feel it getting wetter and wetter and hotter as he continued fucking her. She moaned with each thrust, her hands squeezing her tits, her head back on the pillow as the cries came out of her throat.
"I'm coining!" she cried. "Oh God, I'm coming!"
Jerry grunted again, slamming forward, the hot jism spurting out of his prick to fill her cunt-channel.
CHAPTER TWO
That evening after dinner Barbara still glowed with the excitement of the day's events. She watched Norman settle down in his favorite chair in front of the TV set. Such a waste, she thought. She was still so restless, still filled with sexual energy and there was Norman like a lump in his recliner.
She wondered if she could get him interested. She thought maybe if she exerted some extra care she might get Norman to respond to her tonight. She told herself she wanted her marriage to hold together. She did love Norman. If only they could get some passion back into the marriage everything would be fine.
Norman paid no attention to her when she left him and went to the bedroom. But a half hour later he was pleasantly surprised by the way she looked when she came out. She wore the sheer black negligee he'd bought for her some years before. He'd always loved the way she looked in it, but he hadn't seen her wearing it in a long time.
Barbara smiled at him, knowing how good she looked. Her big tits pushed against the sheer nylon of the negligee and down below her dark cuntbush was clearly visible.
"Hey, what's going on?" Norman said with a chuckle. "You look great, honey. Come on over here and we'll play grab-ass."
Barbara chuckled at his crude language. She walked provocatively across the carpet, her hips wiggling and her nylon-covered legs rubbing against each other. Her pussy was still hot from the afternoon of sucking and fucking with that stud Jerry in the motel room. She'd made sure to bathe when she came home and now she was fresh and clean and perfumed for Norman and she did want him. Her pussy was so sensitive to any kind of friction that just walking across the room to him turned her on.
Norman noticed her sultry expression and he thought it was all because of him.
"Hey, you're a doll," he said.
"Do you really think so?"
"Hell, you know I do. Hey, look at the garter belt. Turn around so I can see your ass."
She turned for him, turned her back to show him the view of her ass through the sheer material of the negligee. She wore a garter belt and nylons under the negligee, but nothing else except a touch of lipstick on her nipples.
When she faced Norman again, she smiled at him. "Do you like me like this?"
"You know it, baby." He reached under Barbara's negligee to grab the furry patch of her cunt. She was wet, dripping wet between her cuntlips, and when he felt the wetness he grinned at her. "You're already buzzing down here."
She stood there while he fondled her. His fingertip teased her clit and then slipped lower down to probe her cunthole.
Barbara's knees trembled as Norman stroked her pussy. She was so turned on that just a few light touches were enough to drive her crazy.
She humped her pussy forward to get more pressure from his fingers.
"Don't stop," she said.
"You like it, huh?"
"Yes, I like it. I always like it when you touch my pussy."
He snickered as he spread her cuntlips apart with his fingers. "This is one hot cunt!"
"Hot for you, honey."
"What have you got in mind tonight?"
"I'm thinking about your cock."
Norman chuckled. Barbara could the bulge in the front of his pants and it made her feel happy. She hated the idea of working to turn him on and not getting a response. But that lovely bulge down there was evidence of the effect she had on him. Jerry had been a wonderful lover that afternoon, but Norman was her husband and she hoped he could give her even more than Jerry had. What she wanted from Norman tonight was a stiff throbbing cock.
"Play with my pussy, Norman. Don't stop playing with it."
"Christ, you're dripping!"
"I'm dripping for you, Norman."
She wondered what he would think it he knew that five or six hours ago a stranger had had his tongue and cock in there. She remembered the feel of Jerry's big prick fucking in and out of her cunt.
You're a slut, Barbara thought. You make it with a stranger in the afternoon and then with your husband in the evening.
She slipped out of the negligee, peeled it off and tossed it away. Now all she had on was the black lace garter belt with the dark nylons and the high-heeled mules. Norman made a sound of approval in his throat as she spread her legs to make room for his hand.
"I like the stockings," he said.
"Nice legs?"
"Beautiful, sweetie."
His right hand still fondling her pussy, he reached up with his left hand to stroke her tits. She leaned forward, her tits hanging like two melons as he teased her nipples. Then she bent forward even more and now her tits were on his face, her tits rubbing against his nose and eyes while Norman's fingers continued playing with her wet cunt.
She suddenly gasped as he rammed two fingers inside her steaming cunthole. She threw her head back in ecstasy, groaned at him as he fingerfucked her cunt-channel. He chuckled at her response, his fingers working inside her cunt, the other hand dropping down now to fondle her ass at the same time.
"Are you going to make it?"
"I think so, darling. Just keep doing that. Keep fucking me with your fingers."
He brought her off. It wasn't often that he showed such skill in doing it and she was gratified that tonight she was getting it from him.
It's because I'm primed, she thought. Fucking that stud in the afternoon had set her up for a strong response to Norman's fingers. She groaned and trembled as the orgasm ripped through her pussy.
Norman wouldn't let her pull away. He kept his fingers inside her cunt, kept screwing them in and out of her flooded pussy.
Then finally she squatted over his lap and she began working her cunt up and down on his invading finger.
Norman chuckled. "Come on, fuck it, baby! Fuck up and down!"
"Oh, Norman."
They hadn't done anything so uninhibited in such a long time. She pumped up and down on his fingers and then finally she couldn't take it any more and she pulled away and begged for his cock.
"I want your prick, Norman! Please, honey, I want your cock!"
Norman snickered at her as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He took his hard cock in his hand and waved it at Barbara. "Sit down, baby. Sit down on the banana."
Norman's banana, she thought. She did like his cock and it was certainly better than his fingers. She bit her lower lip as she slowly lowered herself to get her cunthole pushing over the swollen knob of his prick.
She groaned. "Oh, Norman!"
"Good, baby?"
"It's wonderful."
As wonderful as the cock of that stud she'd fucked in the afternoon? She asked herself the question but she wasn't sure she could answer it. This afternoon she had cheated for the first time during her marriage to Norman and she wasn't sure yet what it meant. What she did know was that whatever Jerry had done for her she needed more.
Maybe it was true that the more a woman got the more she wanted it.
She felt as though balling Jerry in the afternoon had made her more receptive for Norman's cock. Was it possible? She felt like she could keep fucking forever once she got started. Norman's throbbing cock had never felt so good in her pussy as it did at that moment.
She fucked Norman with more energy now, bouncing up and down on his lap, her ass rolling from side to side to get his cock at a new angle. Norman seemed surprised at her excitement, at the way she churned her cunt on his prick, at the way she reveled in the fucking.
Before long Barbara moaned as she felt herself going over the edge.
"Oh God, I'm coming," she said. She continued bouncing on his cock, raising and lowering her ass as she came. Norman gripped her asscheeks to help her, his hot eyes fixed on her cunt as it sucked his prick.
Barbara trembled a long time after it was over, her cunt sizzling as she continued to move more slowly on Norman's prick. She felt as though every part of her nervous system was vibrating with the pleasure of it. She could still feel an occasional spasm in her pussy and she felt as though she wanted to remain right where she was forever and forever.
But finally it was time to move, time to do something else.
Norman helped her get off his lap. He made her kneel on the rug facing one of the easy chairs.
"Get your ass in the air," he said.
"Norman, I'm embarrassed to show myself that way."
"Come on, Barbara, you know you like it."
She giggled. Yes, she did like it and she couldn't fool him. She knelt there with her ass in the air and her knees apart and she looked over her shoulder at Norman and smiled at him. "Do I still turn you on, honey?"
Norman made a sound in his throat as he gazed at her creamy white ass and the dark bush of cunt hair split by her thick cuntlips and her puckered little asshole like a tiny brown mouth in her asscrack.
"How come you're such a sexpot tonight?" he said.
"I don't know, I'm just hot for it."
He stroked her ass and then a moment later she groaned as he guided his cock inside her cunthole.
She loved it. They hadn't fucked like this in ages and getting it from behind was always the best for her.
Norman's cock plowed inside her wet cunt. He slammed his cock in all the way, his balls slapping against her cuntlips.
Barbara moaned and dropped her head down on her folded arms. She mewled with pleasure as Norman started fucking her. His cock felt so big in her cunt-channel. His prick wasn't near as big as Jerry's, but it still felt so marvelous in there. So deep and hot. She loved the way he continued slamming her, one stroke after the other, his cock thrusting like a battering ram inside her hungry pussy.
He's turned on, she thought. The negligee and the garter belt and the stockings and seeing her cunt from behind had turned him on and made him as good a lover as Jerry had been earlier in the afternoon.
Or at least she thought so. She reminded herself that what was happening was maybe just tonight and tomorrow Norman would be his old dull self again. She wasn't sure any more what she wanted from him. Was it possible one man just couldn't satisfy her?
Stop thinking, she thought. What she ought to do is just enjoy the fucking and stop thinking about it.
She loved the way Norman's cock stretched her cunt-channel as he fucked her. She wiggled her ass in wide circles, fucking back at him, churning her pussy on his thrusting prick. Norman held her hips with his hands as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her gaping cunt.
She felt the cool air in the room washing over her asscheeks. She was thrilled at the idea of being bent over to take his cock. She liked being passive with a man, passive and receptive and completely vulnerable. She kept her ass squirming as he fucked her, thrusting her pussy back at his sliding cock. Each time he pushed forward, she felt his cock knob slam into the end of her cunt-channel. He seemed to be fucking her so vigorously tonight, his cock ramming in there like an iron pole to jab her insides.
Now she thought about Jerry again, about the young stud's big cock and the way he'd sucked her pussy before he'd fucked her. The most exciting thing was the newness of it, the fucking with a man who wasn't her husband.
Strange cock, she thought. Some of her girlfriends mentioned it on occasion. How nice it was to spend an hour or two with a strange cock.
But I want Norman, Barbara thought. She wanted her marriage to succeed. She hated the idea that her marriage to Norman might eventually break up.
Norman was about to come. Barbara could always tell when he was close by the sounds he made. She wanted it now. She was turned on by the idea of taking his hot jism in her cunt.
"Come in my pussy," she said. "Shoot it, Norman! Shoot it in my pussy!"
Norman groaned and slammed her again. He made a sound in his throat as he squeezed her asscheeks with his hands. He fucked her cunt with his thrusting cock.
"Beautiful," he said. "You've got the most beautiful ass in the world. Move it, baby. Keep shaking it. Oh shit, I'm coming!"
Barbara pushed her ass back at him, thrusting against his belly as he started shooting in her cunt. Her pussy sucked up his cockjuice as it came spurting out of his pisshole. She felt the new wetness, the slimy feel of his jism on her cuntlips and around her cunthole. She moaned as he kept pumping in her flooded cunt-channel.
At last it was over. She fell forward against the easy chair and Norman slumped against her back and kissed her neck. They were both exhausted from the sweaty fucking, both moaning softly as they writhed against each other.
When they finally pulled apart, she looked at his cock and she saw the way it glistened with their juices. She wanted it. She had an urge to suck it and now she rose up on her knees and she took his wet prick in her mouth.
Norman groaned as she took his dick all the way inside her warm mouth.
"I've got a surprise," Norman said.
Barbara pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "Tell me."
"Maybe I won't tell you yet."
"Norman, please-"
"Charlie's coming to stay with us awhile."
"Your brother?"
Norman grinned down at her. "Surprised, huh?"
"I thought he wasn't ever coming back from Canada."
"Well, he's back, baby. Charlie's back and he wants to stay here awhile until he gets his act together."
Barbara trembled. She closed her eyes and she started sucking Norman's cock again. She sucked Norman's cock but all she could think about was Norman's brother.
CHAPTER THREE
Charlie arrived on schedule.
Norman's brother was older than Norman, older and more worldly. Barbara had always been a little afraid of Charlie. He seemed to know all about her when he looked at her, as if he could read everything in her mind.
And he was sexy. Very masculine, with big hands and a strong chest and powerful thighs. She hadn't seen him in years but she found herself just as attracted to him as ever.
She told herself to cool it. Now that she'd broken the ice by cheating on Norman, the last thing in the world she wanted was trouble with Norman's brother.
But Charlie would be staying in the house for some time while he arranged his affairs in time and Barbara was afraid that sooner or later something would happen between them.
One night about a week after Charlie arrived, she couldn't sleep and she left the bedroom she shared with Norman and she went out on the screened-in porch they had in the back of the house. She often sat out there in the cool night air when she couldn't sleep, and tonight she just relaxed and listened to the frogs and the occasional howling dog.
She was restless as usual. Having Charlie in the house made it difficult for her to get Norman alone in the evening. She couldn't get much of Norman at home and she was afraid to go out and pick up a man like she and Nancy had done in the afternoon.
You need fucking, she thought.
Or at least, a good climax with her fingers. She often did it in the dark like this, sitting on the porch with her fingers rubbing away in her pussy. Now she touched her tits, pinched her nipples through the thin nylon of her gown, and then finally she rose up to get her panties off.
She peeled her panties down her thighs and off her legs and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Her gown slid across her bare asscheeks as she sat down again. The moon was out now, the light that came into the porch through the screen bright enough to cast shadows around her. She opened the top of her gown so that her tits were exposed to the cool breeze.
She couldn't wait any longer. Her pussy was too hungry, too much in need of attention. The front of the gown parted as she opened her legs and in a moment she felt the breeze tickling her cunt hair.
Her fingers slid down her belly, all the way down until she could feel the damp tangle of her cuntbush. She was about to curl a finger into the dripping heat of her gash when she heard a voice behind her.
"Hey, how about that? I didn't think I'd find anyone out here."
It was Charlie. Barbara frantically rearranged herself, covered her legs and thighs and pulled her hands away from her belly.
"Oh God, you scared me," she said as Charlie walked around to sit down in the chair beside her.
On my panties, she thought. He's sitting on my panties.
"Sorry," Charlie said. "I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd be alone on the porch."
She quivered as she looked at him. He was wearing pajama bottoms but nothing from the waist up. She thought she detected an aroma about him, a masculine musky scent that turned her on and made her nipples get hard under the sheer nylon of her nightgown. She pulled the front of her gown closed and blushed when she saw Charlie had noticed what she was doing.
"Hope I'm not disturbing you," he said with a snicker in his voice.
Barbara crossed her legs and rearranged her gown again. "You just surprised me, that's all."
Charlie was older that Norman, past forty, but his belly looked as flat and hard as the belly of a younger man. She stopped looking at him, but they were sitting so close to each other that when he shifted in his chair his elbow touched hers across the two chair arms.
"Anything wrong?"
He chuckled. "No, not really. Anyway, maybe I shouldn't be out here talking to you. Maybe the neighbors won't like it."
Barbara thought that was ridiculous. "The neighbors don't pay any attention to this house. Anyway, you're my brother-in-law and there's nothing wrong with us talking to each other."
His eyes were on her, on her legs and on the swell of her tits under the thin gown.
"Yeah, talk is okay," Charlie said. "But Norman sure in hell wouldn't like it if he knew what I was thinking right now."
Barbara trembled. She told herself she ought to get out of there and go back to her bedroom, back to Norman. But her legs wouldn't work. Or maybe she wanted it. Maybe this thing between her and Charlie had been brewing since he'd arrived and there was no way to run from it. She felt the pounding of her heart as she glanced down at his lap and saw what was there. Charlie's cock was hard, the rod tenting the thin cotton of his pajamas.
He made no attempt to hide it. In fact he even leaned back in his chair to make his hard-on more evident. He looked at her and smiled and she suddenly realized he knew that she'd noticed the state of his cock.
"I think I'd better go inside," she said.
His hand caught her arm. "Stay here with me."
"It's time for me to get some sleep."
Charlie snickered. "You weren't thinking about sleeping just a few minutes ago when you pulled your panties off."
Barbara gasped. "You watched me."
"Sure, why not? I come out here like an innocent little lamb and the first thing I see is my beautiful sister-in-law dropping her pants. You've got a great ass, Barbara. I mean really fine. It drives me wild. Great ass and great tits. I keep looking at you all the time, ever since I've been here. You know what you do to me, don't you?"
He rose from his chair, pulled her up to stand with him. Barbara's heart pounded as they faced each other, as he moved closer and pressed himself against her. She quivered as she felt his hard cock pushing against her belly.
"Let's stop playing games," he said.
"I'm not playing games!"
"You wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with me, would you?"
"Charlie, I'm going back to bed."
He chuckled and kissed her, one arm around her waist to keep her from running away. Then his free hand grabbed her wrist and he pushed her hand down to the front of his pajamas.
She tried to resist, but only for a moment. He pushed her fingers against the outline of his hard cock, and then he released her fingers, slipped his own hand inside the fly of his pajamas and brought everything outside.
His cock and balls dangled obscenely out of the front of his pajamas, like a fat sausage and two fat plums hanging out of the opening.
He was big. His cock was much bigger than she expected, certainly much bigger than Norman's. For an instant she had the crazy idea that maybe she'd married the wrong brother.
Oh God, I'm lost, she thought. Charlie's cock looked so delicious. She was limp now as he pushed her fingers towards it. She whimpered with confusion, tried to pull away from him again, and then she surrendered. She curled her fingers around his thick cockshaft, held it in her hand to feel the heat of it and the throbbing and the hard muscle that was so alive under her fingertips.
Charlie made a sound of pleasure as she skinned his foreskin back to completely expose his fat knob.
"Yeah, baby, make nice to it."
"Charlie, this is wrong!"
"It's not wrong, it's right and you know it."
She looked down at his knob, at the way the juice in his pisshole glistened in the moonlight. The tip of his prick was so shiny and smooth-looking. She was always excited by a shapely cockhead, excited by the thought of the fat plum pushing inside her cunthole.
Then Charlie took her in his arms again, pulled her hard against his body. She could feel the heat of him through her thin gown. His cock was pushing upwards, squeezed between their bellies. Charlie's hands slipped down the curve of her back and around each plump cheek of her ass. She could hardly keep from wiggling now. She kept her mouth away from his lips, but she wiggled her ass against his clutching hands.
"You want it," he said. "Charlie, we can't!"
"You won't say that when my prick is in your pussy."
He refused to release her. When he slipped down onto his knees in front of her, she was too surprised to do anything but remain as she was. His hands continued mauling her ass, but his hands came around to the front of her gown and he pulled the gown apart to expose her thighs and cuntbush.
His nose pushed against her belly and then dropped lower down as he nuzzled her cuntbush. She felt his tongue pushing between her cuntlips, probing inside her pussy. She moaned and clutched at his head, her fingers digging into his hair as he lapped her cunt.
She felt so dizzy from it. It seemed so crazy that her brother-in-law was down there licking her cunt, down on his knees with his tongue tickling in her slit. She could feel her clit bulging forward.
Oh God, we can't, she thought. But they were doing it. Charlie was on his knees and he was eating her.
He dropped down some more, licked her thighs then pushed his tongue back between her cuntlips again. She could hear him slurping against her cunt and it made her crazy with desire. His hands continued gripping her ass and now his fingers were inside her asscrack and he was touching her asshole with a fingertip.
"Charlie, stop it! Please, we can't do this!"
She pulled away, staggered away from him and through the door into the house.
Charlie caught her in the hall and pulled her into the living room.
He hissed at her. "Barbara, take it easy! Keep quiet if you don't want to wake Norman!"
"I'm going to bed."
"You're playing games. You want my cock inside you and you know it!"
He made her sit down in one of the easy chairs. She was panting, her eyes fixed on his cock and balls that were still dangling out of the fly of his pajamas. She had no idea what she wanted. She could feel the pounding of her heart and she felt totally helpless.
"Look at it," Charlie said. He held his cock with his fingers, the tip of his prick less than a foot away from her face. She stared at, gazed at his thick prick, at the prominent veins and sculptured knob and the roll of silky foreskin behind the rim of his cockhead. Charlie pulled his foreskin back to make his knob more obvious.
It's gorgeous, she thought. Streamlined and heavy-looking, almost reddish purple in color and with that lovely juice dripping from his pisshole. She was certain she could feel the heat of it, certain she could smell it, the sexy aroma of the aroused male. Charlie seemed to know exactly how to get to her, exactly how to turn her on. She looked up at him and spoke with a quavering voice.
"Charlie, you can't. You've got to let me alone."
He chuckled as he slipped her gown off her shoulders. He made her lean forward, his fingers roaming lightly over her swollen tits. Then he bent his knees a little and pushed the tip of his cock against one of her nipples.
She groaned as he smeared his cockjuice across her brown nipple. A bolt of pleasure went through her and her shoulders sagged. She felt defeated. She felt like she was his now. She looked down at the way his cockjuice glistened on her nipple and she felt as though she now had his mark on her.
He smeared her other nipple with his cock. Her tits were big and hot and aching to be touched. Her head fell back as he pressed his thick cock against the soft skin of her neck. She was panting now, panting like a dog, weak with desire, completely demolished by the touch of his hot cock against her neck and the side of her face.
"Suck it," Charlie said, his voice cracking with emotion.
Barbara looked at him with glazed eyes and she suddenly realized the tip of his cock was pushing at her lips.
Her tongue came out. Instinctively, she pursed her lips. Charlie curled his fingers behind her head and pulled her forward as she opened her mouth. "Suck it, baby. Suck my cock!"
The head of his cock was so slick as it went in. She felt the heat of his knob on her tongue, the hot sliding of his prick inside her mouth, the velvety feel of his cockskin, his fat cockhead stretching her lips like a juicy plum.
She moaned around it. Her tongue fluttered along the underside of his sliding prick. She couldn't help it. She did all the things she always did when she had a cock in her mouth. She was helpless now. She had her brother-in-law's hot prick in her mouth and she was helpless.
Charlie fondled her face as she sucked his cock. "Nice, Barbara. Keep sucking it, don't stop."
His hands reached down to fondle her tits as she sucked his big prick. He seemed to know exactly how to arouse. He pinched her nipples and massaged the heavy globes of her tits until she whimpered around his cock in her mouth.
Then finally he pulled his prick away from her, his prick popping out with a wet sound and her mouth suddenly empty and dripping with her saliva. He took hold on one of her wrists and pulled her to her feet. Helpless, she leaned against him and groaned. "Oh, Char he!"
"We're going to my room."
"What if Norman hears us?"
"He won't hear us if we're quiet."
Charlie guided her out of the living room. They walked down the hall to the guest bedroom, walked inside quietly and then Charlie carefully closed the door.
"That's it!" he whispered. "We're safe now!"
He pulled the gown off her body. He dropped his pajama bottoms and stepped out of them, and then he pushed her down on the bed and grinned at her. "Open, baby. Open your legs and show it to me."
She did what he wanted. He reached down and helped her stretch her thighs wide apart. He smiled as he gazed at the raw meat of her cunt.
"You're my type of woman," he said. "I envied Norman the first time I saw you. I always thought you were too much for him. Too much cunt. Look at it. Look at that hot gash."
She looked at his cock instead. She could see the heavy swing of his cock as he moved in front of her. He was so sexy, so masculine, like a hungry animal the way he stared at her gaping cunt.
She moaned. She told herself they ought to stop it, stop this awful thing they were doing. Norman lay sleeping just a few feet down the hall and here she was naked on a bed with Norman's brother.
Charlie was on the bed now. He bent over her and kissed her cunt. She trembled as he rubbed his lips against her snatch. Then he shifted forward, his hand guiding the head of his cock between her cuntlips. She clasped her arms and legs around him and humped her cunt at his prick. His knob pushed in, pushed like a battering ram inside her gaping cunthole.
She could feel the strength of him, his weight crushing her on the mattress, his hands squeezing her ass as he buried his cock deep inside her cunt-channel. She was thrilled by it, thrilled by the size of his cock and by how good it felt stretching her pussy. She held onto him as he started pumping in her cunt, her hands holding his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped in and out of her fuckhole.
She squealed. Charlie covered her lips and told her to keep quiet. "You'll wake up Norman."
She was too hot to care about Norman now. She groaned as Charlie bent his head down to suck one of her nipples. He kept fucking his cock in and out of her cunt, his ass bucking and his hips churning as he fucked her.
Then finally he came, his load squirting out of his thrusting cock to flood her pussy. She came with him, her cunt grinding against his prick, her hands clawing at his shoulders as the hot pleasure rushed through her body.
Oh God, I'm finished, she thought. Now me and Norman are finished for sure.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbara felt horrible when she awakened the next morning. She found it difficult to believe that the night before hadn't been just a wild dream. But she knew better. She'd been in Charlie's room and he'd fucked her. Cheating with a complete stranger like the stud Jerry was one thing, but making it with Norman's brother was something else.
She kept away from Charlie during the next few days, avoided him as much as she could.
But before long she found herself alone in the house with Charlie while Norman was at work and there was no way she could keep Charlie at a distance.
He walked into the kitchen late in the morning and slipped his arms around her waist. "You've been avoiding me."
"Charlie, we can't do what we did again."
"The hell we can't, we can do whatever we want."
Pressing against her from behind, he kissed her neck and slid his hands up to cup her tits through her blouse. She trembled as she felt his cock pushing against her ass. She was helpless. She couldn't deny how much he turned her on, how much she needed the attention of a man like Charlie. She told herself it was Norman's fault. If Norman would pay enough attention to her needs, this thing with Charlie would never have happened.
Charlie pulled away now and he made her turn around. She groaned with despair when she saw he had his cock hanging out of his fly.
"Come on, say hello to it," Charlie said. "Get down and lick it."
"Charlie, I don't want to!"
"Yes you do. Down, Barbara! Get down and lick it!"
She quivered as she went down. He chuckled and stroked her head to encourage her. She licked the tip of his dangling prick, all around the knob still half covered by his foreskin, and then she licked along his cockshaft to the zipper of his fly.
She licked and sniffed at his cock, thrilled at the way it jerked under her lips. She rubbed the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cockhead, teasing and pushing at his foreskin to get his knob uncovered. "Yeah, you're good," Charlie said. He made her pull back a moment and he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees.
She crouched there in her kitchen with her brother-in-law's meaty cock and balls in her face. Now she had Charlie's hairy nuts to lick and sniff. She lost herself in his masculinity. Norman didn't count any more. All she wanted now was as much as she could get of Charlie's fuckmeat. She felt totally helpless and she discovered she liked it. She realized she was thrilled by the way Charlie ordered her around, by the way he forced her to do things for his own pleasure.
Then she had a sudden flash of anxiety as she wondered where it would all lead. How long could she go on cheating on Norman before he'd find out what she was doing?
She had Charlie's cock in her mouth now. She bobbed her head slowly, fucked his prick with her lips, her tongue sliding back and forth along the underside of his cockshaft.
Charlie finally made her stop sucking his prick. He slipped his pants and shorts off his legs and he led her into the living room and told her to get her clothes off.
"I didn't get to see that much of you last night," he said.
She did what he wanted. Charlie sat down on the sofa while she peeled her clothes off.
"I feel awful," she said.
"Why?"
"Because of what I'm doing to Norman!"
"Hell, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Hold it like that so I can look at you."
She was naked now and she blushed at the way he looked at her. "Oh, Charlie!"
"You're a knockout, baby. Great tits and ass. See if you can find a pair of high heels. I like to see a woman in high heels when she's naked."
She gathered her clothes and walked out, conscious of his eyes on her ass, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear about Norman. When she was in her bedroom, she put the clothes away and she rummaged in the closet until she found a pair of white high-heeled sandals. She put the shoes on and then she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, holding her tits in her hands and then dropping her hands down to rub her belly and her cuntbush.
You're a slut, she thought. You're making it with your own brother-in-law and you love every minute of it.
When she returned to Charlie, he grinned at her. "Yeah, that's better. Now the legs are as pretty as the rest of you. Come here, baby."
She walked over to stand in front of him and his right hand moved immediately up to her pussy. He stroked her cunt mound and then he made her move her legs apart so he could get his fingers in her cunt.
She groaned as he drilled two fingers inside her cunthole. Her gash was sopping wet and he had no trouble getting his fingers in. He started sliding his fingers in and out, two fingers in her cunt and his thumb rolling over her clit and driving her crazy.
"Go on, make it," he said. "Come on my fingers."
It was too much for her, too exciting for her to deny the intense pleasure of it. She came on his hand, her crotch pumping at his fingers, her eyes closed and a whimper coming out of her throat as she made it.
When it was over, Charlie snickered at her and pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt. Making sure she was watching him, he raised the fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
"Fresh cream out of a hot pussy," he said with a chuckle.
Barbara shuddered. "You're making me crazy!"
"But you like it, right? Why don't you make us a couple of drinks? You make the drinks and I get to watch that gorgeous ass move around."
She went to the kitchen first to get some ice cubes, and then she came back and she walked over to the bar to make a couple of highballs. She felt his eyes feasting on her body and it made her blood race with excitement.
When she looked at him again, she found that he'd removed all his clothes and he was now as naked as she was. His body turned her on, all the dark hair on his chest and around his cock and balls and along his thighs. Like a hairy ape, she thought. And that lovely big prick dangling there as it waited to get inside her.
"Tell me about you and Norman," Charlie said as she brought the drinks over to the sofa and sat down beside him.
"Me and Norman?"
"Are you sure he doesn't know you play around?"
She looked away. "You're only the second time."
"Yeah, sure."
"I mean it."
"I bet you started fucking around right after you got married."
"Charlie, that's not true!"
He could see she was upset. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and gently pushed her down to his cock. "Go on, suck it! I like it when it's in your mouth!"
She started sucking his cock with her head in his lap, and then after a while she slipped off the sofa to kneel in front of him and take his prick between her lips again. Now she bobbed her head up and down on his big prick. She loved having her mouth filled with his hot cockmeat.
Charlie teased her about her excitement. "You're a good cocksucker. Do my balls awhile."
He pulled his knees up, shifted his cock out of the way, and she suddenly had all of his hairy balls and half his ass in front of her face. She was thrilled by the sight of his dark hairy asshole. She licked and sucked his leathery ball-bag and then Charlie chuckled and pushed at her head.
"Do my ass, baby. Use your tongue on my asshole."
She was stunned at first, too shocked at his request to do anything. Then she realized she wanted it as much as he did and she started licking around the underside of his balls and down into his asscrack.
This was the first time in her life she'd ever done it and the experience was overwhelming for her. She tickled his asshole with the tip of her tongue, tickled and washed it, and then she stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed it inside her brother-in-law's puckered shitter.
Charlie made a sound of pleasure. She was turned on by the effect it had on him. She could feel his cock throbbing against her forehead as she rimmed his hot asshole.
When she finally stopped, she blushed and avoided his eyes. "You're making me do things I've never done before."
Charlie snickered. "There's nothing wrong with getting educated. Have you got any corn oil in the kitchen?"
"Corn oil? Yes, I think so."
"Get it, baby."
She was suddenly afraid of what was in his mind.
"Charlie, not that!"
"Not what?"
"I don't want you to fuck my ass!"
He grinned at her. "All right, I won't. But get the corn oil anyway."
She went to the kitchen and she brought back the bottle of corn oil and handed it to him.
"I don't know why I just do everything you want," she said.
"Because you want to, that's why. Turn around and bend over."
"What?"
"Turn around and show me your ass!"
She did it. She turned her back to him and stood there without moving while she heard him fiddling with the bottle of corn oil. Then she felt him pushing at her back and she understood he wanted her to bend over.
She did that too. She felt so wanton bending over like that while he was behind her. Then she felt his fingers in her asscrack and in her cunt. He had corn oil on his fingers, and in a moment she groaned as he pushed two fingers inside her cunthole and then his thumb inside her asshole.
"Oh God, Charlie!"
He snickered at her as he started moving his fingers. "Nice, huh? You like my thumb in your ass, don't you, baby?"
"Yes!"
He made her come. He kept his fingers moving, his fingers sliding in and out of her cunt and ass and making her crazy with pleasure. She wriggled her hips when the orgasm hit her, wriggled and churned and moaned as he brought her off with a rapid thrusting of his hand.
After that he made her turn around. "Suck my fingers clean."
She did it. She took the two fingers that had been in her cunt first, sucked them clean of cuntjuice and corn oil, and then she took his thumb in her mouth and did the same thing.
"You're a hot ass," he said.
"What's that?"
"That's a woman that grooves on a cock in her ass."
"Charlie, I don't want it!"
"We'll do it some other time. Right now you can suck my prick and make it good and hard so I can fuck your cunt."
She went down on her knees again to suck his cock. He forced her to take his prick deep in her mouth, forced her to deep-throat his big cock until she thought she would choke on it.
Then finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she had to get on her back on the sofa with her legs in the air.
"Watch the shoes," he said. "Don't take my eyes out with the high heels."
He chuckled as he draped her legs over his broad shoulders. Then the next moment she groaned as she felt his big cock driving inside her swollen cunt.
She was so hot now, so ready for fucking she was trembling for it. She humped her ass up and down on the sofa as he fucked her pussy with a steady thrusting of his stiff cock.
Then she felt his fingers playing with her asshole and she groaned as he pushed one finger inside her shitter.
"Oh, Charlie!"
"You like it, right?"
"Yes, I like it!"
She was no stranger to it. She used a finger in her ass sometimes when she masturbated. And one time when she and Norman had had too much to drink at a party she'd actually let Norman fuck her ass. Just once. Norman had been too clumsy to make it good for her. But she knew there were women who did it all the time and liked it and she had no trouble understanding why they liked it. She thought it was terribly erotic to have a man's cock in her ass and in the back of her mind she hoped Charlie would do it to her sometime.
She thought Charlie would come in her cunt now, but near the end he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and he shifted forward to dangle it over her face.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Keep your mouth open and see if you can catch it."
She opened her mouth and he started jacking his cock with his hand and in a moment his hot jism came spurting out of his pisshole to splash against her waiting tongue.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm in the mood for a good steak," Norman said.
The three of them were in a restaurant. Barbara had already had a martini and she was feeling good. She always enjoyed going out, and tonight she had two men, one man her husband and the other man her brother-in-law and both were fucking her. Norman, of course, knew nothing about her affair with Charlie, but Charlie knew and Barbara knew and Barbara quivered whenever she thought about it.
She thought Norman seemed happy, but she was certain he would kill her if he ever found out about her and Charlie.
Norman smiled at her now. "You look great, Barb. Every guy in the place is looking at you."
"Maybe they're blind."
Norman laughed. "No, they're not blind. She looks good, doesn't she, Charlie?"
Charlie nodded. "She's a knockout."
Barbara trembled with excitement as she remembered the hot time she'd had with Charlie just the day before. The way she'd sucked his cock in the basement when he'd come down to help her with the laundry. Whenever they were alone they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Norman and Barbara and Charlie had a pleasant dinner in the restaurant, and by the time they got home it was obvious that Norman had been doing too much drinking. Barbara left the two men in the living room and she went to the kitchen to make some coffee for Norman. She was in the kitchen only a few minutes when Charlie walked in and put his arms around her.
"He's sleeping on the sofa," Charlie said.
Barbara tried to pull away. "Charlie, it's too dangerous with Norman so close."
"I told you, he's asleep!"
She was helpless in Charlie's arms. He kissed her, his hands running over her tits and ass and turning her on.
Then he pulled her dress up to get a look at her thighs. "Hey, you're wearing a garter belt."
Barbara smiled. "Do you like it?"
"Take the panties off."
"Oh, Charlie!"
"Come on, get the panties off!"
She quickly slipped off the black lace panties she wore. Charlie raised her dress again and now he chuckled as he gazed at her dark cuntbush framed by the black garter belt and the sheer black nylons.
"You're awful," she said.
"Turn around and show me your ass."
She did what he wanted. Having him look at her with Norman so close in the living room was exciting. She quivered when she felt Charlie's hands running over her bare asscheeks.
"We'll put him to bed," Charlie said.
"Suppose he doesn't want to go."
"Christ, he's already passed out. Let's get him into bed and get rid of him."
When they went back to Norman again, he was indeed sleeping soundly on the sofa. Charlie helped Barbara get Norman into the bedroom and out of his clothes and into bed. In a few moments, Norman was snoring again, oblivious to everything, fast asleep in the bedroom as Charlie and Barbara walked out and quietly closed the door.
"He drinks too much," Barbara said.
Charlie chuckled. "Hell, he's okay. Come on, we'll sit on the porch and look at the moon."
She was certain he wanted to do more than just look at the moon. She fixed each of them a nightcap and she brought the drinks out on a tray. They sat down beside each other in a loveseat and before long Charlie was kissing her and playing with her tits.
"I'm going to be leaving town for awhile," Charlie said.
She looked at him. "Does Norman know?"
"Not yet. Anyway, it's just for awhile. I'll be back in maybe a month and then I'll get my own place."
Barbara realized she wasn't at all happy that he was leaving. Charlie had brought a great deal of excitement into her life and she was afraid that after he left her life would get boring again.
"When are you leaving?"
"Maybe in a few days. Are you going to miss me?"
"You know I will."
"All you'll miss is my cock."
"I didn't say that."
"But it's true, isn't it? What about now? You want some cock now?"
"You know I don't like to do it when Norman is in the house."
Charlie laughed. "Bullshit, you like doing it any time you can get it." He squeezed her tit. "That's okay, I like you for it. I'm going to screw your ass tonight. How about that?"
"Charlie, please-"
"Tell me you want it."
"I don't!"
"Yes you do! Say you want it!"
"I'm afraid you'll hurt me!"
"Say you want it."
"Oh, Charlie!"
"We'll do it right here on the porch."
"Charlie, no . . ."
But he wouldn't listen to her pleading. He made her go inside the house to get some Vaseline. She found the Vaseline in the guest bathroom and then she looked in on Norman to make sure he was still asleep.
When she returned to Charlie, she found he already had his pants and shorts off and he was sitting there in the loveseat naked from the waist down with his big cock in his hand.
"It's a beautiful night for fucking," he said.
"Charlie, we can't do it here!"
"Sure we can. Give me the Vaseline and lift up your dress."
He made her turn around and lift her dress. She already had her panties off and under the dress she was bare-assed, nothing but the garter belt and stockings. He fondled her ass, his hand stroking her asscheeks and then his fingers sliding between her thighs to probe her cunt.
She moaned softly as she moved her legs apart. He fingered her gash and then his fingers moved up to touch her asshole.
"Pull your asscheeks open."
She felt so lewd as she did it. A shudder went through her as Charlie pushed the tip of his finger inside her shitter. Then he pulled the finger out and when it came back again he had some Vaseline on it.
"Hot little asshole," he said.
She groaned as his finger pushed inside. The grease made it easy and this time he pushed all of his middle finger up her ass and twisted it around to stretch her shithole. "Feel good?"
"You always make me so crazy!"
He laughed as he pulled his finger out and playfully slapped her ass. "Here, you do it. You can put the grease on my cock."
She sat down beside him and she quivered with excitement as she smeared the Vaseline over his cock. His cock seemed so huge and the idea of taking it in her still made her uneasy.
When his cock was thoroughly greased, Charlie made her get up and turn her back to him again with her dress up at her waist.
"Sit down on it," he said. "Just come down on it and get it in your ass."
She was thrilled by it, thrilled at the idea of doing it on the porch and thrilled at the way he wanted her. She lowered herself, thankful that Charlie had the sense to help her with his hands on her hips. She settled her ass down and in a moment Charlie guided the head of his cock inside her asshole.
"Go on, take it, baby! Get it inside your ass!"
She groaned as she pushed down on his big prick. The grease made it easy, and after a moment she found the right angle and she settled down to take the whole length of his cock up her shitter.
She started coming almost immediately. Charlie muttered something about her ass being hot and tight, but she was already lost in the intense pleasure she was feeling and she paid no attention to him.
I love it, she thought. I love his big cock in my ass.
She moved up and down slowly, pumping her ass on his cock, her asshole sucking at his prick each time she lifted her body.
Then Charlie grunted and started squirming and she came again when she felt him shooting inside her shit-tube. She felt his hot jism splashing inside her ass and then oozing out again around his thick prick.
Charlie laughed as they finished it. "Good, huh?"
"Oh, Charlie!"
Later, when she went to bed, her asshole was sore, but she lay there beside Norman in the dark and she smiled as she remembered what she and Charlie had done on the back porch.
* * *
Charlie did leave town for awhile, and a few days afterward Barbara was with her friend Nancy and she told Nancy all about her affair with her brother-in-law.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," Barbara said. "But it's on my mind all the time and I need to talk about it."
Nancy giggled. "Oh boy, what a surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Honey, I didn't think you had it in you. I didn't think you could be so adventurous."
"It's awful!"
"It's not awful, it's great. Is he a good fuck?"
"Oh, Nancy!"
"Details, honey. Little Nancy always wants the details."
They were sitting in Barbara's living room. Nancy gradually pushed Barbara to reveal everything about her affair with Charlie. Barbara found herself even talking about the assfucking she'd been doing with her brother-in-law. "He's got me liking that too."
Nancy's eyes were bright. "God, this is turning me on."
"Then let's stop talking about it."
"Don't be silly, I love it!"
Barbara was shocked when Nancy suddenly sat back and started rubbing her pussy through her dress.
"Nancy, stop that!"
"I'm too hot to stop it. Tell me about Charlie. What's he like?"
"I'm not telling you any more!"
"Sure you are. I bet he's hung like a horse. Tell me, Barbara."
"He's big."
Nancy snickered. "Jerry didn't fuck your ass, did he?"
"Certainly not!"
Barbara felt herself getting turned on as she watched Nancy's hand rubbing away in Nancy's crotch.
"Why don't you so something?" Nancy said. "You can jerk off with me if you want to."
Barbara was shocked. "Nancy, I won't do that!"
"You ought to see Jerry again. He wants to see you and I told him I would ask you. Will you see him again?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
Nancy's hand moved more rapidly on her pussy and soon it was obvious she was coming. Barbara was stunned as she watched it. She and Nancy had never been so intimate before and she blamed herself for telling Nancy about her affair with Charlie.
After Nancy finished making herself come, the blonde pulled herself together and smiled at Barbara. "Wow, I guess I let myself go, didn't I? You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No, I'm not mad."
Nancy giggled. "We're friends, Barbara. I think you're the best friend I've got."
Soon after that Nancy went home and Barbara was relieved to be alone again. She went to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off. It was only four o'clock and she was thankful she had a few hours before Norman arrived from his office. When she was naked, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself. Did she really miss Charlie that much? Yes, she did miss him. Charlie was so much more exciting than Norman.
Then Barbara thought about Nancy and the way the blonde had boldly masturbated in front of her. Nancy could be so uninhibited sometimes. Barbara was now amused at Nancy's interest in all the details about Charlie. Barbara thought about Charlie and his big cock as she fondled her tits in front of the mirror.
She walked into the shower after that. When she had the water going, she lathered up her body with soap and started playing with her pussy. She couldn't deny that Nancy had turned her on. She frigged her cunt awhile in the shower but she didn't come. After all the fucking she'd been doing with Charlie, she needed more than her fingers on her clit.
When she came out of the shower, Barbara dried herself off and then she went to the kitchen to find what she'd been thinking about. She took a large cucumber out of the refrigerator and ran some warm water over it so that it wasn't so cold any more. She wiped the cucumber dry and brought it back with her to the bedroom. Her pussy was already tingling as she handled it. The cucumber was so much like a cock, but longer and thicker and it never got soft.
Her cunt was already sopping wet, and as soon as she lay down on the bed she pushed the cucumber inside her cunthole and she started frigging her clit. She moved the cucumber in and out of her cunt-channel as she rubbed her clit with her fingers.
She had one orgasm with the cucumber in her cunt, and then she wanted something different. She pulled the cuke out of her cunt and she poured some hand lotion over it and smeared the lotion around.
She groaned as she slowly pushed the cucumber up her ass. It was good. The cucumber was thick and hard and it reminded her of Charlie's big cock in her ass.
Now when she rubbed her clit with her fingers the orgasms came one after the other. She used one hand to carefully slide the cucumber in and out of her stretched asshole while she frigged her pussy with the other hand.
You're a bad little girl, she thought. What she wanted was a cock spitting jism in her ass, but in the meantime she would settle for what she had.
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, I'm here," Jerry said.
He stood there at the front door grinning at her. Barbara had telephoned him and now he was here and she was wondering if she were crazy to take such a chance.
"Okay, come on in," she said.
He snickered as he walked in. "Listen, if you don't want me here, I'll just turn around and leave."
"No, it's all right. I'm just nervous."
She led him into the living room and she fixed him a drink. She was wearing a short nylon robe and she was aware of his eyes on her bare legs.
"Nice place," he said. "When I settle down I'd like to have a house like this."
Sure, Barbara thought, when he settles down with his cute little wife in a cute little house. In the meantime he was nothing but a stud and all she cared about was getting a good fuck from him. She wondered if maybe she'd been wrong to make contact with him again. She'd learned he'd been seeing a lot of Nancy, and Barbara wondered if it was so wise to bother with Jerry again.
They sipped their drinks and chatted a while, and then Jerry moved in and he started kissing her while they were standing near the bar.
He was all sweaty and it thrilled her. She could smell him, that musky male smell that always turned her on. The hell with the charade of marriage. The hell with pretending. Norman was unable to satisfy her, and she had to cheat in order to keep from going crazy. What Norman didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
The kiss took her breath away and she pressed against him, her belly grinding against that bulge in his jeans. She had nothing on underneath the robe, and all he had to do was push it open and move a hand between her legs. She moaned when he did it. She needed it so badly. Barbara, what a horny little slut you are.
"I didn't forget you," he said, his hand lightly stroking her cunt mound.
"I'm glad."
"I never forget a good time."
"Nancy says she's been seeing a lot of you."
"Sure, but it's nothing serious."
Barbara chuckled. "You get around, don't you?"
"Yeah, I like women."
Then he pressed his lips against her throat and she groaned.
He chuckled, his hand moving around to stroke her ass through the nylon of her robe.
"Touch my pussy again," she said.
He did it. She closed her eyes and moved her legs apart. She humped against his fingers. She felt so wanton standing there in her living room with a young stud fondling her bare pussy.
He untied her robe now. He slipped his hands inside and around her waist to get his palms on her asscheeks.
"My cock needs some attention."
She teased him. "What do you suggest?"
"You could get it out and suck it."
Barbara chuckled as she dropped down in front of him. She unzipped his fly and brought his prick out. She looked at it, pushed it up and down as she studied the size and shape of it. They were all different. She hadn't yet found two cocks that were the same and the differences always excited her.
She lapped her tongue all around the rim of his knob, and then she opened her jaws wider and sucked some of his cockshaft inside her mouth.
The taste and smell of his prick made her head swim. She loved it when a prick was a little raunchy, slightly unwashed, the balls fat and sweaty. She sucked his big prick with relish. He twisted his fingers in her hair, guiding her lips on his cockshaft.
Then she wanted his balls. She made him unbuckle his belt and get his pants down. She pulled his jockey shorts all the way to his knees and she smiled as she curled her fingers under his heavy balls. She lapped her tongue over his big jism-filled balls and wondered what Norman would say if he could see her at that moment.
"Go on, suck," he said.
"Don't rush me!"
But she wanted it as much as he did. She lifted one of his balls and sucked it into her mouth. She loved the feel of it as she rolled it over her tongue. She sucked one ball and then the other, thrilling at the feel of his hairy ball-bag between her lips.
Then finally she pulled away from him. She rose up and took him to the bedroom. She slipped out of her robe and she stretched out on the bed. He finished undressing while she lay on the bed watching him, and then she raised her legs up and spread them apart.
"I'm waiting for you," she said.
Then he was on the bed, climbing between her legs and pushing his face at her wet cunt. She moaned and pulled her knees back. She craned her neck to watch his nose rub her clit and his tongue lap up and down between her hairy cuntlips. Thank God there are men who like it, she thought. A woman had to be grateful there were men that loved pussy as much as this one did.
She looked at his huge prick as he mounted her. His balls swung heavily as he moved his body into position between her legs. He grabbed her asscheeks as he pushed his cockhead between her cuntlips.
He shoved forward, his knob pushing in, stretching the mouth of her cunthole, his thick fuckpole slowly surging into her. She groaned, squirming her ass around as her cunt-channel accommodated his big prick. Her cunt-walls gripped his rod. She could feel his massive knob pushing at her insides. She writhed under him, holding his thick arms as he stroked in and out of her boiling cunt.
He chuckled and bent his head to nibble at her tits.
"Yeah, you like it," he said.
"Don't talk, just fuck me!"
She knew her climax would be intense and she couldn't wait. But Jerry seemed like he intended to keep it going a while. She was torn between the pleasure of his sliding cock and the need to come. What an exquisite problem that was. She tingled from head to toe, whimpering like a kitten each time he rammed her pussy.
Then suddenly he pulled out, a string of jism hanging from the tip of his cock.
"Roll over," he said. "I'll fuck you from behind."
She did it. She rolled over on her belly and arched her back to raise her ass. She thought he'd get it in her pussy from behind and start ramming again, but instead he pushed his face at her ass and began biting and licking her asscheeks.
She loved it. She arched her back, groaned and pulled her asscheeks apart with her hands. She wanted his face in her asscrack and in a moment she had it. A thrill went through her when she felt his tongue lapping her asshole. Oh, you beautiful stud, she thought.
He finally drove his cock inside her cunt again, this time from the rear. He slammed into her, his belly slapping against her raised ass, his big hands gripping her hips as he fucked her.
She loved it. She loved the way he knocked her forward with each thrust. He kept moving his hands over her body, squeezing her tits and stroking her belly as his cock slid in and out of her wet cunt. He was like an animal behind her, a wild animal pumping away in her steaming snatch.
"Let me fuck your ass," he said. "I'd rather not."
"Come on, baby. I'll make it good for you."
She finally agreed to it. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and she told him where he could find the Vaseline. When he had his cock greased up, he slowly pushed it up her ass while he stroked her hips. "Tight," he said. "I love a tight asshole."
"Oh God!"
"Yeah, you like it, huh?"
"Shut up and fuck me!"
"I like you better than Nancy. Maybe we could make it together. The three of us. How would you like that, baby?"
"Fuck me, you bastard!"
He laughed as he gave it to her again, chuckling as he pushed his dick inside her shithole with a screwing twist of his hips.
* * *
The next day Barbara went to see Nancy. She put on a halter top and shorts and sandals and she drove out to Nancy's house after lunch.
The blonde answered the door, opening the door just a crack to make sure it was Barbara. As soon as she was inside the front door, Barbara realized Nancy was wearing only her panties. Nancy was already a little drunk and all she had on was a pair of blue bikini panties and nothing on top.
"You've seen tits before," Nancy said with a giggle. "You can have a cold daiquiri if you want one."
Barbara was envious of the way Nancy could parade around in the nude and be so comfortable with it. She admired the way Nancy flaunted her sexuality.
After Barbara had her daiquiri, Nancy sprawled out on the sofa and Barbara sat in one of the easy chairs facing her. The blonde giggled as she spread out over the couch with her legs draped over the end of it.
"So you made it with Jerry, huh?"
Barbara nodded. "He was at the house yesterday."
"Did he say anything about me?"
"Not really."
Nancy shrugged. "I don't care about him. I don't care what he thinks about me."
Barbara decided not to get into that. She concentrated on her drink and then after a while she found herself staring at Nancy's body. She could see Nancy's cuntbush through the sheer nylon of her panties. Barbara realized that seeing Nancy naked was turning her on. She could feel her pussy getting juiced up and she was disturbed by it. She remembered the time Nancy had brazenly masturbated in her living room. God, I hope I'm not a dyke, Barbara thought.
Then she told herself that was crazy, the one thing she was sure of was that she wasn't a lesbian.
But she was still interested in Nancy's body. She thought the blonde had a beautiful figure, elegant and sexy and delicious to look at.
Then Nancy smiled and casually rubbed one of her nipples.
"On a hot afternoon like this all I think about is sex," Nancy said.
Barbara was fascinated as she watched Nancy stroke her tits. The blonde's nipples were so pink and pretty. Her tits weren't that big, but her nipples were certainly attractive.
Maybe you want something, Barbara thought. Maybe she wanted some action. Her pussy had a mind of its own and maybe it wanted something. She could feel her tits swelling up, her nipples getting stiff against the inside of her halter top. She had a wet crotch, wet with sweat and pussy-juice, the insides of her thighs sticking against each other as she crossed and recrossed her bare legs. She was suddenly embarrassed by the idea that maybe the crotch of her shorts was stained and Nancy could see it. Then Barbara told herself the hell with that, Nancy was over there playing with her tits and a wet crotch wasn't that awful.
They chatted and sipped their drinks a while, and then Nancy rolled her eyes at Barbara and laughed. "Take something off, for God's sake."
Barbara quivered. "What for?"
"Oh, come on, Barbara, it's so hot in here. You know I hate air conditioning and I'm not going to turn it on just for you. But you can take off something. You're not afraid to show me your tits, are you?"
"Of course not!"
"Then show me. I love looking at tits, and you've got a gorgeous pair."
Barbara felt herself blushing. She stood up and untied the back of her halter. Then she decided to go all the way and she unsnapped her shorts and she pushed them down and off her legs. After she kicked her sandals off, she had no more covering her body than Nancy did, just a pair of bikini panties sheer enough to show the shadow of her cuntbush.
Nancy giggled. "That's better."
"Maybe we're being silly."
"Well, if we are I'm all for it."
Barbara quivered and felt a sudden urge to do something lewd. She dropped a hand down to her cunt mound, rubbed it a moment and then slipped her fingers inside her panties to touch her slit.
Nancy laughed. "Hey, that's better. I bet you're wet, baby."
Barbara nodded. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and boldly raised them to her lips to lick her cuntjuice.
Nancy made a sound of approval and left the couch. She came over to Barbara and slipped her arms around the brunette's waist. Then one of Nancy's hands dropped to Barbara's crotch and she rubbed Barbara's cunt mound through her panties.
"Hot pussy?" Nancy said.
"Mmmmmm!"
Barbara trembled as Nancy's fingers slipped inside her panties to feel her wet cunt. Nancy murmured something, her fingers running through Barbara's sopping pussy, and then the blonde pulled her fingers away and brought them up to Barbara's mouth. "Suck the juice, honey. It turns me on to see a gal suck her own cuntjuice."
Barbara did it. She opened her mouth and sucked Nancy's fingers. She was certain it was the craziest thing she'd ever done in her life but she loved it.
Then the two women kissed. They rolled their tongues around in a wet French kiss that left Barbara breathless.
"Let's fuck," Nancy said with a giggle.
"Nancy, we can't!"
"Sure we can. Come on, sweetie. Let's go to the bedroom and make a little whoopie."
Nancy headed out of the living room and Barbara followed. All right, I'm drunk, Barbara thought. But of course it was more than that. She kept her eyes on Nancy's wiggling ass as she followed her. She knew damn well it was more than that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As soon as they were in the bedroom, Nancy turned to Barbara and kissed her. Then Nancy pulled her mouth away and she dropped her face down to nuzzle and kiss Barbara's tits. Barbara quivered as the blonde's hand found her pussy. Nancy rubbed Barbara's cunt through her panties, her fingers rubbing Barbara's swollen cuntlips until Barbara moaned.
Nancy giggled. "Let's get the panties off, baby."
Barbara was helpless as Nancy helped peel her panties down and off her legs. Nancy's hands roamed over Barbara's nude body, her fingers finally returning to Barbara's dark cuntbush. Two fingers slipped inside Barbara's wet cunt to stroke and squeeze her clit.
Nancy moved her lips close to Barbara's ear. The blonde used her tongue to massage Barbara's ear and excite her even more. Barbara quivered as Nancy whispered at her.
"Ever been fucked by a vibrator, Barb?"
"Not really."
"If you're game, I'll give you the fuck of your life."
"Nancy, maybe we shouldn't."
"Don't be silly, you're as hot as can be and so am I. God, I love your body. Big tits like these really turn me on. Open, honey. Move your legs apart and let me get in there."
Barbara groaned as the blonde's fingers pushed inside her cunt. Then Nancy finally let go of Barbara and headed for the closet. The blonde pulled down a box, opened it and brought out a long white cylinder shaped exactly like a cock.
Nancy looked at Barbara and smiled. "Looks good, huh?"
"I've never gone this far before."
"What do you mean by this far?" Barbara blushed. "I mean with a woman!" The blonde laughed. "You're not going to be sorry."
"Are you sure about this?" Barbara said.
"Of course I'm sure. You getting scared?"
"It's just that it seems a bit weird."
Nancy giggled. "Don't worry about it, honey. It's only in your head. Once your hot pussy takes over you'll thank me for it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Kneel on the bed with your ass in the air," Nancy said.
Barbara wasn't sure any more what she was doing. But she was turned on, her cunt wet and hot and demanding attention. She did what Nancy wanted. She knelt on the bed, her head down on the mattress and her ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder just as Nancy came behind her with a smile on her face.
"Gorgeous pussy," the blonde said.
"Oh, Nancy!"
"I'm not a lez, you know. But sometimes it's nice to be with a woman. You know what I mean, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"Anyway, you do turn me on. You've got a lovely body and seeing you like this makes me wish I were a man."
Barbara quivered as she felt Nancy's hands stroking her ass. It was obvious Nancy knew what she was doing. Barbara suddenly wondered how many other women Nancy had fucked like this. Then Nancy turned the vibrator on and Barbara's pussy started dripping when she heard the buzzing.
Nancy teased Barbara with the vibrator, moving it slowly over the brunette's asscheeks before she finally slid the vibrator into Barbara's hairy bash.
"Oh God," Barbara said.
"Nice, huh?"
"Nancy, I'm coming!"
"Go on, baby, make it! Let yourself go and come hard!"
Barbara groaned and came as the vibrator touched her clit. A great shudder went through her and then suddenly the vibrator was turned off and she heard Nancy move away from her.
Barbara knelt there with her face buried in a pillow and her ass in the air.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"Nothing much, sweet. Just getting ready to tie you up and fuck you good."
"What?"
"I said I'm going to tie you up."
Barbara trembled. "But why?"
"Just relax. Things are going to be cool, baby. Just relax and you'll see."
Nancy laughed and approached Barbara again. Suddenly Barbara felt Nancy's face pressed against her cunt from behind. She gasped as the blonde sucked at her wet pussy. She felt the hot juice gushing out of her cunthole as Nancy slurped at her cunt.
Just as Barbara was getting ready for another giant orgasm, Nancy giggled and pulled her mouth away from Barbara's cunt. "Just to get your motor going, baby. Hold still while I do the ropes."
Nancy's bed was a large four-poster. Barbara remained in a kneeling position as Nancy tied both her wrists and then her ankles to the posts. She thought of stopping but she didn't. The idea of being tied up while Nancy used the vibrator on her was exciting. She wanted a hot time and she was getting it. You're as much to blame as she is, Barbara thought.
Nancy finished tying Barbara up the way she wanted her. Then Barbara felt the vibrator on her ass again. Nancy had it turned off and she was merely rolling it over Barbara's asscheeks and into her asscrack. At the same time as she teased Barbara with the vibrator, Nancy used her hand to fondle Barbara's steaming pussy. She tickled around Barbara's clit and inside the opening of her cunthole.
Barbara groaned as she moved her ass from side to side. She wanted more than she was getting, but she was too inhibited to demand it.
Then Nancy turned on the vibrator and the buzzing sound drove Barbara wild.
"Oh God, fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Nancy snickered. "In a moment, honey. I'll just play around a little and then I'll get it inside. You're good and hot now, aren't you?"
"Oh God, yes!"
Nancy snickered. "Calm down, sweetie. You know you're going to get it, so just be patient."
The teasing was too much for Barbara. She was so hot now, her pussy dripping and her heart beating wildly in her chest.
"Nancy, please ..."
Nancy giggled as she pushed the vibrator inside Barbara's hungry cunt.
Barbara whimpered as the hot pleasure convulsed her pussy. She felt wide open, her cunt buzzing, her fuck-channel grabbing at the vibrator as it slowly filled her insides.
The vibrator was sliding now, sliding and buzzing and driving Barbara crazy with the hot feeling it was causing in her snatch. She could feel the juice pouring out of her fuckhole, her juices running hot and heavy as though she had a real cock fucking her cunt-channel.
Barbara started moaning. The vibrator continued fucking her cunt and in a moment the orgasm arrived and she felt as if the top of her head was flying away.
"Oh, you pretty baby," Nancy said with a laugh.
When Barbara recovered her senses, Nancy untied her and the two women cuddled in each other's arms.
"I love the way you come," Nancy said.
Barbara quivered. "I'm not used to this."
"You need cock, don't you, baby?"
Barbara giggled. "I wouldn't mind it."
"We can call Jerry, if you want."
"God, I don't know about that."
Nancy smiled. "I'll call him and find out how fast he can get over here."
* * *
Jerry showed up in less than thirty minutes. Barbara wondered if they'd had it planned, but then she realized her visit to Nancy had been her own idea.
The two women had put their clothes on again, and now Jerry smiled at Barbara as he put his arm around her shoulders. "You look wrung out, baby."
Barbara blushed. "I'm all right."
His hand slipped around to squeeze her tit. "Too much clothes."
"Well, you're not naked."
They started drinking and it wasn't long before the three of them were naked in the living room. Barbara couldn't keep her eyes off Jerry's big cock. The interlude with Nancy had made her hotter than ever and what she wanted now was some solid fucking.
Nancy started playing with Jerry's cock. The blonde went down on him, sucking his cock and licking his balls, and then finally she pulled away and smiled at Barbara. "Come on, let's use my bed before I hurt my back bending down like this."
Inside the bedroom, Nancy turned to Barbara and put her hands on Barbara's tits. She squeezed Barbara's tits, rubbing and pulling at Barbara's nipples with her fingertips. Barbara shivered with uneasiness and excitement. The feel of Nancy's hands on her tits made her tremble with lust. She realized how exciting it was to have Jerry watching her and Nancy.
Now Nancy turned from Barbara and she moved over to Jerry.
"On the bed," Nancy said. "Let me have some of that stiff cock."
Jerry grinned and stretched out on his back on the bed. Crouching over him, Nancy swooped down on to fill her mouth with his prick.
Barbara's blood raced with fascination and excitement as she watched Nancy's mouth sliding up and down the length of Jerry's glistening fuckpole. The sight of Nancy's lips stretched around Jerry's thick cockshaft was incredibly erotic. Barbara was jealous. Her mouth watered for Jerry's cock, for the feel of his cockflesh on her tongue.
So this is a threesome, Barbara thought. She realized she loved it. She loved the idea of making it with both of them.
Jerry grunted as he bucked his ass up and down to fuck his cock in and out of Nancy's sucking mouth.
Nancy gluttonously sucked and licked and slurped over his big prick. She moved her mouth down and sucked his big hairy nuts. She drenched his balls with her saliva, her teeth pulling at the wrinkled skin of his ball-bag.
Then Nancy suddenly pulled her mouth away from Jerry's cock and balls and she looked at Barbara. "There's enough for both of us, honey. Why don't you join me?"
Barbara quivered as she climbed onto the bed. There was no turning back now. She crouched down beside Nancy and before long the two women were both sucking Jerry's cock as Jerry groaned in response.
Nancy sucked on his knob while Barbara ran her lips up and down his throbbing cockshaft. Barbara licked his balls and sucked them one after the other inside her mouth.
They switched places after a while, Barbara sucking his cockhead while Nancy lapped and licked his cockshaft and balls. They sucked and slurped together, tonguing and licking and giggling as they worked over his hot cockmeat.
A wave of hot lust washed over Barbara's body as she suddenly felt Nancy's hand moving between her legs to finger her cunt. Barbara opened her thighs to the blonde's probing fingers. She moaned as Nancy rubbed her clit. She cried out with pleasure, the sound muffled by Jerry's cock in her mouth. Nancy shoved two fingers inside her cunthole, the blonde's fingers fucking in and out of Barbara's dripping cunt in imitation of a cock.
Barbara loved it. She had her mouth filled with a hot dick and Nancy's ramming fingers in her cunt at the same time.
Then a moment later Nancy shifted around to get her face at Barbara's crotch. Barbara groaned as she opened her thighs wider to make room for Nancy's head. The feel of the blonde's mouth on her cunt drove her wild. She squirmed her ass, humping her cunt at Nancy's face, squirming until she had her clit rubbing against the blonde's nose.
Nancy sucked and licked, chewing on Barbara's cuntlips and then sucking at her clit.
Yes, I want it, Barbara thought. She loved getting sucked by the blonde and now she was filled with a new excitement as she thought about returning the favor. She hadn't really done anything to Nancy yet and she suddenly wanted it more than ever.
Her heart pounding, Barbara twisted her body around until she had her face between Nancy's thighs. She gazed at the blonde's cunt-bush. She sniffed at Nancy's gaping pink slit. Then Barbara moved in, pressed her mouth against Nancy's cunt and started sucking it.
Now the two women were head to toe, each with her mouth on the other's cunt. Barbara sucked the juice out of Nancy's cunthole, quivering as she realized how much she liked the taste of it. She rubbed her nose against Nancy's clit and burrowed her tongue inside Nancy's fuck-channel. She moaned against Nancy's dripping pussy as she felt the blonde's lips pulling at her clit.
Jerry lay there stroking his cock as he watched them. Barbara stole a glance at him and a thrill went through her as their eyes met. How wonderful it was to have him right there, his cock big and hard and waiting for them.
She lapped at Nancy's oozing pussy, squirming and grinding her cunt against the blonde's face. Her hands clutched Nancy's asscheeks. She pushed her nose inside Nancy's cunthole. She nose-fucked Nancy's fuck-channel and massaged Nancy's clit with her lips and tongue at the same time.
It wasn't long before the two women brought each other off. When the climax ripped through Barbara's pussy, she wailed and moaned in a frenzy. Her thighs squeezed around Nancy's head, her pussy pumping against the blonde's mouth. She sucked at Nancy's cuntflesh until the last spasms died away.
When it was over, Barbara looked up and found Jerry grinning at her.
"You want some cock, baby?"
Barbara groaned as she reached for his prick. "Oh God yes, get it in there and fuck me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barbara felt guilty for days after the orgy with Nancy and Jerry. Screwing around with Norman's brother or an occasional man was bad enough, but now she was involved with Nancy and three-way sex and Barbara thought maybe it was too much for her. She told herself there had to be a limit. She had to control herself or else she'd go completely wild and Norman would find out everything for sure.
But of course the guilt and caution didn't last.
She was too eager for sex now, too familiar with the intense pleasure it could bring her. She decided it would be best to stay away from Nancy awhile, but she still wanted fucking and before long she found herself looking at strange men again.
Men and boys. She liked athletic boys in their late teens, boys with muscles and strong thighs and hard little butts. School was out and they seemed to be all over the place, in the shopping malls and the gas stations and at the tennis courts where she sometimes passed a few hours to get some exercise.
One day driving home from the tennis courts, she spotted a kid hitch-hiking at a crossroads. He had his thumb out, begging for a ride like a lost puppy. She decided he looked safe enough and she pulled up the car on the side of the road.
The boy ran after the car and grinned at her through the open window on the passenger side. "Pm headed out to Carol Stream."
Barbara nodded. "That's on the way. Why don't you hop in?"
A few moments later she had a good-looking, sweaty young male on the seat beside her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and freckles on his nose, an adorable kid with strong shoulders and strong thighs revealed by denim cut-offs.
"I was at the tennis courts," she said.
The boy smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
She looked up and down at him. "What's your name?"
"Douglas."
"I'll call you Doug and you can call me Barbara."
"Okay."
She continued talking to him, drawing him out, trying her best to make him feel comfortable with her. She had no idea how experienced he was or whether it would be possible to get him interested in something. Before long she felt the first signs of wetness in her crotch. She had her light summer dress pulled back on her thighs to give her legs freedom. She could feel his eyes on her knees and belly and tits. She quivered at the idea that he might be able to smell the cunt juice wetting her panties.
"I'm hungry," she said. "I've had anything since breakfast and now I'm feeling it."
"Me too."
She looked at him. "Really? We can stop at my place if you want and have something to eat."
She mumbled something about chicken and beer, her heart pounding at the expectation of refusal.
But there was no refusal. He accepted casually, almost as if he'd been expecting it.
"I don't mind," he said.
Maybe it happens to him all the time, she thought. Then she decided she didn't care. She was hot for him and all she wanted was to get him in the house.
It wasn't long before she pulled the car up to the house and then into the garage. Norman had telephoned in the morning to tell her he wouldn't be home until seven or eight o'clock.
She made no attempt to hide the kid as they climbed out of the car and walked around to the front of the house. She didn't care about the neighbors. Damn them all, she thought, I've got my own life to live.
When they were inside the kitchen, she brought out some food for him, cold chicken and some Coke. Then she left him and she went to the bedroom to get out of her dress and into a halter and shorts. She returned to the kitchen and smiled at him.
"How's the food?"
"It's good. I thought you said you were hungry too."
Barbara chuckled. "All right, I'll have something with you."
She made something for herself and she sat on a stool near the counter and talked to him while she had her food and a cold beer.
The more they talked, the more turned on she became. His eyes kept moving back and forth between her tits and legs. When he finally rose up to wash his hands at the sink, she was thrilled to see the hard-on tenting the front of his cunt-offs.
She took the plunge. "Oh boy, that's a whopper," she said.
He was puzzled a moment, then he realized what she was talking about and his face became red. "Hell, I don't mean anything by it."
Barbara snickered. "But it's a compliment, isn't it? I mean I don't mind the idea that you're turned on by me."
She spent the next few minutes trying to make him feel at ease. He wouldn't sit down again. He just stood there and listened to her, that big bulge in the front of his shorts so obvious she had to make a special effort not to smile at it.
Then finally she called him forward. "Come on, don't be bashful."
He had a glazed look in his eyes as he walked over to her. He stood there in front of her with his cheeks flushed and his cock bulging against the denim of his shorts.
"You know I asked you here because I like you."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Haven't you ever been with a woman before?"
"Just some girls."
"Well, I'm a girl too and I'd like you much better if you wouldn't be so afraid of me."
She ran her fingertips over the outline of his cockhead. She could feel the heat and hardness of his dick through the denim and it thrilled her.
"Kiss me, honey. I'm a big girl and I like to be kissed."
She was still sitting on the stool, and now he leaned over her and kissed her mouth. She slipped her arms around his waist and kissed back. ]$he pushed her tongue inside his mouth and nibbled at his lips, and then she giggled and dropped a hand to the front of his shorts again.
She squeezed and fondled the outline of his cock, reveling in his excitement, smiling at the way his cock twitched under her fingers. Finally she leaned back, her eyes on his crotch and her hands pulled back to run over her tits. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're beautiful."
"What about these? Do you think my tits are nice?"
"They're big."
Barbara laughed. "And I bet you like them big, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"I'll show them to you if you show me what's making that big bulge in your shorts."
She untied her halter, teasing him by holding it to cover her tits. His hand fumbled with his zipper and then he pulled it down and slipped his fingers inside to bring out his stiff cock.
She dropped the halter and raised her tits with her palms. She feasted her eyes on his knob, on the dark pink plump of his cockhead and his wet pisshole. "Mmmm, that's nice! That's a lovely prick!"
He gasped when she put her hand on it. She ran her fingertips over his velvety cockhead. She was thrilled at the way his dick throbbed beneath her fingers. She pushed her hands away from his crotch as she looked at the white column of his cockshaft.
"You're hot, aren't you, honey?"
"You're driving me crazy!"
"Touch me, baby. Touch my tits!"
When he moved his hand forward to fondle her tits, she murmured her approval.
"Squeeze them a little. Don't be afraid you'll hurt me. I like it when they're squeezed."
The boy seemed mesmerized by her boobs. She pushed her hanging tits into his hands as she gently milked his prick with her fingers.
He groaned suddenly, squeezing her tits, his crotch jerking forward. A geyser of white jism shot out of his bloated knob. Barbara gasped, jacking him with her fingers, pumping the spunk out of his prick as he continued spurting.
"Come on, baby, shoot it. I don't mind, honey. Just let it come out."
He closed his eyes and moaned again. He was still coming, but then finally the squirting stopped and he was finished. Barbara bit her lip with excitement. The most marvelous thing of all was that he stayed so hard. He had jism all over himself, on his shirt and on his shorts, all over his cock and on his thighs. Her hand was covered with it, and now she continued moving her fingers on his prick as she coaxed the last drops out of his pisshole.
"Lord, you had a lot in there, didn't you, baby?"
She rubbed the slippery jism over his prick. She kept her fingers curled around the thickness of his cockshaft as she squeezed and fondled it.
"I'm sorry," he said.
She made a clucking sound. "You don't have to be because I know you couldn't help it. Anyway, look how stiff this thing is. You're as hard as ever and that's all a girl ever cares about."
She made him slip his shorts off. He wore blue jockey shorts under the denims and she made him get those off too. He had a gorgeous cock, his prick long and standing straight up and his pink balls already looking bloated again.
She cradled his balls, rolling them around with her fingers. Then she moved her thumb over the drooling head of his cock and she smiled as he jerked and squirmed.
"You're not going to shoot off again, are you?"
He blushed. "Not yet."
Keeping a hand on his cock, she slipped off the stool and sat down on a nearby chair. Now her face was at a level with his crotch and she quivered with excitement as she caught the smell of sweat and jism with her nose.
She suddenly leaned forward to close her mouth over his cockhead. He gave a surprised grunt, his body jerking, and she had to hold him still with her hands on his waist until he settled down.
His cock throbbed between her lips. She started working her mouth over his knob, slowly taking more and more of his cockshaft, sucking his prick more firmly and then bobbing her head back and forth to fuck him with her face.
She had a hunch he would soon come again and the idea delighted her. His cock was so tasty, young and hot and hard in her mouth, his balls so deliciously full in her hand.
She covered his prick with saliva. She licked and sucked and nibbled at his throbbing cock-flesh. She kept her mouth moving, her head bobbing without stopping, her lips sucking at his hard prick.
Then he came. The jism spurted out of his cock, jet after jet of hot sticky cock-cream on her tongue and teeth and splattering at the back of her throat. She worked frantically get it all, to suck and swallow it as fast as it poured out. She squeezed his cock with her hands, continuing to milk it as she sucked at his pisshole.
The boy shuddered. She still held his balls in one hand, and now she squeezed them gently as she pulled the last of his load out of his lovely prick.
After that she took him to the bedroom and they stripped the rest of their clothes off and fell giggling onto the bed with their arms around each other. It took no more than a bit of fondling and a few kisses to get his cock hard again.
"Now you can fuck me," she said.
And in a few moments she had his hard little ass in her hands as he started pumping like a demon in her snatch.
Fuck them all, she thought. Fuck her husband and fuck them all. At the moment she had exactly what she wanted.
CHAPTER NINE
Norman's brother returned. This time instead of moving in with Barbara and Norman, Charlie rented an apartment in a hi-rise.
"Lots of single girls in the building," Charlie said with a laugh. "Norman can eat his heart out."
Barbara was excited to have Charlie back in town again. As soon as Charlie had his place set up, the three of them had dinner there to celebrate his return. Barbara was careful because Norman was present. She was certain he suspected nothing about her and Charlie. She was convinced he'd kill her if he ever found out about her and his brother. On the one hand she felt awful that she'd ever started anything with Charlie, but now that he was back just being near him turned her on so much she sometimes found herself trembling.
More than a week passed before she had any chance to be alone with Charlie. Then one afternoon he showed up at the house while Norman was at work and Barbara realized once again how much she wanted him.
"I missed you," she said.
Charlie snickered at her, his eyes looking her up and down in a way that made her pussy melt. "Yeah, I bet you did."
"I bet you think I'm terrible for cheating on Norman."
"I didn't say that."
"But you look like it."
Charlie laughed and took her in his arms and kissed her. He put his hands on her tits and pinched her nipples through her blouse.
"I've been thinking about these tits."
She pulled away from him. "We're not doing anything here. I've made up my mind I won't do anything in the house as long as Norman's in town."
"Okay, we'll go to my place."
"You don't think Norman might drop in on you, do you?"
Charlie shook his head and grunted at her. "He's working at the office, Barbara. Anyway, he's not going to come to my place unless he telephones first."
She realized Charlie was right about Norman and she told herself to stop worrying so much. She agreed to go with Charlie in his car to his apartment and use a taxi when she returned home again.
"We don't have to take chances," she said.
She sat close to Charlie in his car. "I said I missed you, but you didn't say it was the same with you."
Charlie smiled at her. "What do you think?"
"A girl never knows."
He laughed at her, lifted her hand and put it down on the bulge in his crotch. "Squeeze that and maybe you'll find out."
He had a hard-on, all right. She felt his cock with her fingers and she was thrilled by how hard it was. Charlie had such a gorgeous big cock and having her hand on it when he was still dressed was always exciting for her.
When they finally arrived at Charlie's apartment, he fixed a couple of highballs for them and they toasted each other.
"Anyway, I'm glad you're back," she said.
Then she kissed him. She did like him. She told herself she was lucky to have such a sexy brother-in-law.
Charlie grinned at her when they broke apart. "The trouble is I get jealous when I see you with Norman."
Barbara quivered. "You're sweet to say that."
"Has he been fucking you a lot?"
"No more than usual."
Charlie kissed her again. This time he put his hands on her tits and a shudder of pleasure went through her. She stood there while he fondled her boobs through her blouse, and then after a while she ran her fingertips over the front of his pants and tickled the outline of his cock.
"I want this where it belongs."
Charlie smiled. "Okay, show me some ass."
She put her drink down and she started peeling her clothes off. They were in the living room with the blinds open and she wondered if anyone in the building across the street could see them. Then she told herself the hell with it, she didn't care if anyone saw them, let them look and get turned on.
She stopped when she was down to pantyhose. She held her tits and did a turn to show her ass to him.
"I bet you've had all kinds of women since you've been gone."
Charlie shrugged. "I'm not a saint."
No, he wasn't a saint and she didn't want him to be. "I've got to pee," she said.
Charlie was amused. "Okay, I'll hold it for you."
"You're teasing."
"No, I mean it. Come on."
A thrill went through her as she walked with him to the bathroom. When they were inside the small John, she giggled as Charlie ran his hand over her ass and helped her get her pantyhose down and off her legs.
"Don't sit down," he said.
"Well, how am I going to do it?"
"Straddle the bowl and do a squat."
She trembled with excitement as she did it. Charlie slipped his hand between her legs from behind and he held her cunt with his fingers. She started pissing and she thought it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. "Oh God, you make me crazy," she said. "You like it, huh?"
"Yes, I like it."
When she finished pissing, she flushed the toilet and closed the cover and sat down on it. Charlie grinned at her as he washed his hands, and then she made him stand in front of her and she brought his cock out of his fly.
"I've been dying to get my mouth on this again."
"Well, go on, baby. Suck it all you want."
She took his big knob in her mouth and sucked it. The toilet seat was at just the right height and she had a lovely time bobbing her head back and forth and fucking him with her stretched lips.
She stopped when she thought he might be close to coming. "In the bedroom, Charlie. Take me in the bedroom and fuck me."
She was steaming now, her face flushed and her pussy twitching. As soon as she was on the bed, Charlie undressed and climbed on and dropped his face between her thighs. She groaned as he nuzzled her cunt. She pulled her knees up, opened her thighs as wide as possible as he started licking her gash.
He was always so good at sucking her pussy. She looked down at him, watched his nose and tongue push and rub her cuntflesh. Then she gasped as he dropped his tongue farther down to tickle her asshole.
He gave her a thorough rimming, his tongue whirling around her brownie, dipping inside and then whirling around again. She slid a hand down to her cunt and she rubbed her clit as his tongue continued massaging her asshole.
Charlie kept working on her ass and cunt with his mouth until she came. She humped her pussy at his face, mewling and moaning as he sucked the hot juices gushing out of her cunt.
"Oh God, I love it," she said.
Charlie pulled away from her cunt. He wiped his mouth with his hand and chuckled. "You've got a cunt like a running faucet."
"I can't help it if you make me so hot!"
Charlie snickered. "What makes you hot is a tongue in your ass."
"Mmmm, yes!"
"Norman never does it, huh?"
"I think he's too bashful."
She thanked God Charlie wasn't too bashful. Having Charlie's tongue in her ass was always so tremendously exciting for her.
When she looked at Charlie again, she saw he had a bottle of baby oil in his hand. "What's that for?"
Charlie smiled. "I'll give you a rundown."
Barbara quivered. She imagined he had more than a rubdown in mind. She rolled over on her belly and giggled as Charlie poured some oil into the small of her back. Then she made a sound of pleasure as she felt his big hands smearing the oil over her back and asscheeks.
Charlie worked her over back and forth for another fifteen minutes. He had her in a frenzy again, and when she looked at his cock she saw that he had a tremendous hard-on.
"Now I want fucking," she said.
She made him stretch out on his back and she climbed over him to get his prick in her cunt. When she had his big cock inside her cunthole, she groaned and settled down to ride him.
Charlie fondled her swinging tits, pulling at her nipples and bouncing her boobs around as she fucked him. Then his hands slid around to her ass to maul her asscheeks. She groaned as he pushed a finger inside her asshole. She was still covered with baby oil and his finger felt marvelous as it slipped inside her lubricated grommet.
"How's the hot little asshole?"
"You're teasing me," she said.
"Okay, I won't tease any more. Get off me and bend over."
A shudder went through her as she climbed off him and bent over with her ass in the air. Charlie moved behind her to stroke her ass with his hands.
Then his cock slammed inside her cunt from behind and she cried out with pleasure.
She reached underneath to grab his heavy balls and hold them as he fucked her pussy.
"I like your ass," he said.
Barbara giggled. "I think you showed me how much before."
His thumb was on her asshole now. He rubbed her shitter with his thumb and then slowly pushed his thumb inside her shitter as he continued fucking her cunt with his cock.
"Oh, Charlie!"
"Nice, huh?"
"It's wonderful!"
"Maybe you need some cock up your ass."
His cock came out of her cunt and in a moment he had it sliding into the hot grip of her shithole.
Heaven, she thought. The bastard's putting me in heaven.
* * *
Barbara thought that renewing her affair with Charlie would calm her down, but instead it made her even more restless.
One day in a supermarket, a voice beside her said, "Don't buy that brand, it stinks!"
It was a man's voice, and when she turned to look at him she realized she didn't know him.
"I don't think I know you," she said.
He was an old man, certainly past sixty, with white hair and a pink face and a benign smile on his face. "Then I'll introduce myself. My name is Cal Baker and I think today you're the prettiest woman in the store."
Barbara couldn't help feeing pleased. He seemed like such a pleasant man, and from the clothes he was wearing she could tell he certainly wasn't a bum or anything like that. He seemed to be a man who knew his way around the world and she was flattered that he thought her attractive enough to flirt with her.
So they shopped together, the two of them pushing their carts beside each other. She told him her name and she made no attempt to discourage his flirting with her.
They finished their shopping together, and when they walked outside to the parking lot, Cal Baker raised his arm in a short of gesture at someone.
Barbara was puzzled, but then in a moment a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the old man and the old man smiled at her.
"Let me give you a lift."
She stared at the car wide-eyed. "Is this yours?"
Cal Baker chuckled. "It's an old one. I've ordered a new one but it hasn't arrived yet. Would you like to ride with me awhile?"
"I think I'd better get my groceries home."
"That's too bad."
"But I wouldn't mind doing it afterwards."
The old man beamed. They arranged that he would pick her up at her house in thirty minutes. He had his chauffeur help her get her packages inside her car, and then Barbara drove off still wondering who the hell he was and what he wanted from her.
She gave herself the answer to the first question before she arrived home. What the old man wanted was to fuck her. She'd seen the look in his eyes when he'd been flirting with her. He was an old man with white hair but he obviously still had an interest in pussy.
Barbara was amused as she put the groceries away in the kitchen. She wondered what it would be like to fuck a man that old, a man old enough to be her father and then some.
She freshened up a bit, fixed her make-up and dabbed some perfume between her legs. She had a hunch she might be in for an exciting time with the old man and she wanted to be ready for it.
Ten minutes later the Rolls Royce drove up to the house and Barbara saw that Cal Baker had come without his chauffeur.
He smiled at her as she climbed into the front seat beside him.
"I thought I'd drive it myself," he said.
He drove off with her, and she soon discovered that riding in a Rolls was like floating on a cloud. She was thrilled by the feel of luxury, by the way people on the streets looked at them as the Rolls went by.
She chatted and flirted with Cal Baker, laughed at his jokes and played coy when she thought she had to. She learned he was a widower, his wife dead nearly ten years, and that he lived alone in one of the better parts of town. When he finally asked her to come to his house for a drink, she smiled and agreed. "I'm curious to see where you live."
The old man chuckled. "It's just a little place."
She figured he was teasing her and she soon found out she was right. What he called a little place turned out to be a twelve room house on a piece of ground the size of a football field. The chauffeur was already at the house, and as soon as Cal and Barbara climbed out of the car the chauffeur climbed in and drove the car into the garage.
Cal led Barbara up the stairs and into his big white house.
"How about a martini?" he said.
"Oh, I'd like that."
She told herself she had four hours before she had to be home for Norman. Four hours to have some fun with this rich old man who kept looking at her tits as though he were about to take a bite out of them.
She sat drinking with him in a lovely room overlooking a garden, and when he leaned towards her and kissed her she didn't stop him.
Then he kissed her again and this time one of his hands moved up to gently stroke her tits through her dress.
"You remind me of my wife," he said.
Barbara quivered at the touch of his hand. "Was she pretty?"
"She was a knockout. Gorgeous tits."
Barbara smiled. "I'm surprised you haven't married again."
"I don't think I can be happy with only one woman any more."
Barbara thought he was sweet. And the way he fondled her was exciting.
Then his hand dropped down to her knees and in a moment his fingers were walking over her thighs.
"You're wearing a garter belt," he said with a soft chuckle.
Barbara was amused. "How do you know that?"
"I can feel the garters with my fingers. Let me see. Let me have a look at your legs."
His eyes were so hungry, she found it impossible to refuse.
Sitting there beside him on the plush sofa, she slowly pulled the hem of her dress back to expose her knees and thighs.
The old man smiled as he gazed down at her long legs and the creamy white skin of her thighs above the top of her sheer stockings.
"What a feast you are," he said.
And the next moment he was down there, down on his knees in front of her, his hands pulling her legs apart and his nose and mouth pushing against the crotch of her white panties.
CHAPTER TEN
The old man nuzzled Barbara's cunt through her panties. She heard him mumbling something but she couldn't make it out. She opened her legs wide to make room for his face, sounds of pleasure coming out of her throat each time she felt the point of his nose pressing against her clit.
He sniffed at her, his nose pulling in the smell of her cunt through her panties, his teeth chewing at her cuntlips now as she groaned and slid forward to encourage him.
She thought he would bring her off that way, chew and suck her cunt through her panties until she had a climax, but after a while he pulled his face away and he sat up again and smiled at her.
"You have a lovely smell," he said.
Barbara quivered. "Most men don't talk like that."
"They won't admit they like it."
"I guess so."
The old man chuckled. "But they do like it. If they like pussy, they like the smell of it. Anyway, that's how it is with me. I like your pussy and I like your tits."
He kissed her again and she shivered when she thought she could smell her cunt on his face. His fingers worked at the buttons that ran down the front of her dress and before long he succeeded in getting the dress off her shoulders. His eyes glittered as he gazed at the swell of her tits in her white lace bra.
"We can't have them covered up."
She did what he wanted, leaned forward so that he could unhook her bra and pull it away from her tits. Then she sat back to enjoy his lovemaking, her blood racing as he fondled her tits with a look of reverence in his eyes.
Her nipples were as stiff as a pair of spikes, and soon she groaned as he bent his head to suck her tits. He chewed and sucked and pulled with his teeth until he had each tit covered with saliva and her nipples raw with the pleasure of it.
Then he pulled his mouth away. "I want to eat you again, but this time without the panties."
"All right."
"We'll get all that lovely cuntjuice in my mouth, won't we?"
A shudder went through her. "Mmmmm, I won't mind that."
He went down on his knees in front of her again. He helped her get the panties off, and then she pulled her knees up and draped her nylon-clad legs over his shoulders.
He kissed the insides of her thighs above her stockings and chuckled. "Oh yes, I do like the way you smell."
"Well, you can put your nose in it now."
"Is that what you want?"
"Go on, do it."
She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits to turn her crotch up some more. She still had her shoes on, the high heels waving in the air as he ran his nose up and down her slit and finally pushed it inside her cunthole.
Oh God, it's just like a cock, she thought. His nose was pushing deep inside her gaping cunthole and the way he did it made her crazy with excitement.
Then he pulled his nose out and he started slurping up the hot juice flowing out of her pussy. She looked down and watched him, turned on by the sight of this rich old man sucking at her oozing cunt like a hungry pig at a trough.
He pulled his mouth away, his lips glistening with her cuntjuice.
"I want your pussy on top of my face," he said. "If I lie down on the rug, you can sort of get over me."
Oh, what a clever old fox he was. Barbara giggled as he stretched out on the rug on his back and then beckoned to her with a greedy smile. She held her dress at her hips, straddled his head facing his feet and trembled with excitement as she looked down at him. Then she eased herself down, slowly squatted until she had her cunt poised over his waiting mouth.
"Just a little more," he said.
So she gave him just a little more.
A thrill went through her when she felt his mouth against her cuntflesh. She loved the way he reveled in it. Was she dripping on his face? She heard him slurping again, heard the noise of his lips and tongue as he sucked her sopping pussy.
Then his hands pulled at her ass and she realized he wanted her down some more. Down on his face. I'll crush him, she thought. But she sat down the way he wanted her, sat and squirmed and groaned when she realized now his nose was pushing against her asshole, pushing on the outside and then on the inside and the feel of it made her crazy with lust.
She leaned forward now, leaned all the way forward to unzip his fly and bring his cock out. His cock was long and thick in her hand, a lusty prick with a fat circumcised knob and not a sign of old age anywhere. Like a snake hungry to burrow inside a wet cunt. She pulled his balls out and giggled when she saw how full they were.
He's a stud, she thought. Sixty years old, but the cock and balls of a stud and the loveliest nose she'd ever known.
She came on his face, the hot cuntjuice gushing out of her pussy as she squirmed on his mouth and nose. She had no reservations any more, no qualms about giving him all he wanted. She moved back and forth and from side to side and each time his nose rubbed against her asshole she squealed with delight.
When she finally pulled her crotch off his face and stood up, his eyes were glazed when he looked at her.
"You're wonderful," he said.
Barbara smiled as she slipped out of her dress and carefully draped it over the back of an armchair. "I wouldn't mind another drink."
He wiped his face with a handkerchief before he fixed another round of martinis. Then he sat beside her with his cock and balls still dangling out of his open fly and his eyes on her almost naked body.
"You're a passionate woman."
"I like sex!"
"Passionate and ripe. Yes, that's the right word. Like a ripe fruit dripping with juice."
Barbara laughed. "You're getting me excited again."
"Would you walk around a bit? I'd like to see your body when you move."
Barbara was amused. What a sexy old man he was. She wore only a garter belt and hose and shoes now, and as she rose up to move away from him she was conscious of his hot eyes on her body.
Let him look all he wants, she thought. It turned her on to have him look at her like this. She loved his eyes on her swinging tits and her full ass and her long legs so sleek in the sheer stockings. She walked back and forth across the large living room, strutting as though she were on a stage, smiling at him as she watched his fingers idly play with his exposed prick.
After a while he rose up, his cock sticking straight out like a poker. She quivered as she walked across the room to him. Without saying anything, she dropped to her knees to get her mouth on his prick. She sucked and slurped over his tasty knob, cradled his balls in her hand as she gobbled his dick.
He began moving, pumping his hips, fucking her mouth with a slow but insistent pushing and pulling of prick between her lips. She loved it. She held her head still to let him do what he wanted, the ring of her lips tight around his sliding cockshaft, her mouth like a cunt, hot and wet and receptive.
When he finally pulled his prick out of her mouth it was drenched with her saliva, glistening with it and some of it dripping off the tip of his knob.
He stepped back and began undressing. "I think I'd like to eat you again. Would you like that?"
Barbara smiled. "Yes, of course."
"Any special way?"
"From behind?"
He chuckled. "Oh yes!"
She felt the hot pleasure of it in her face. She turned her back to him, walked over to an armchair and bent over it with her legs apart and her ass provocatively raised and pointing at him.
When he finished undressing, he came to kneel behind her. She groaned as he started biting and licking her ass, his wet mouth moving over her asscheeks, his fingers toying with the hairy pouch of her cunt. She wondered how far she could go with him, how bold she could be without offending him. Then she decided the hell with it, get what you want if you want it.
"Eat my ass," she said.
She heard him snicker behind her. Then the next moment she felt his wet lips on her asshole, his tongue digging and twirling inside like a lovely thick snake in her hot shitter.
He was an expert. He sucked and chewed on her asshole until she couldn't take it any more and she had to use her fingers in her cunt. She beat herself off while he continued eating her ass, whacked herself off to a tremendous orgasm while his tongue foraged deep inside her ass and drove her crazy.
After that she made him stretch out on the couch and she climbed over him and sat on his cock. She fucked him with great passion, her tits swinging over his face, her cunt sliding up and down on his stiff prick and leaking a flood of cuntjuice all over his cockshaft and balls.
"Oh Lord, I'm going," he said.
Barbara giggled at him. Going or coming, what difference did it make? She fucked herself up and down on his cock until she brought herself off.
After the torrid afternoon with Cal Baker, Barbara hurried home to shower and get her head together before her husband arrived. When Norman finally walked into the house, he was in a chipper mood and he suggested they go out to dinner. "We can have a little celebration."
"About what?"
"I got a promotion."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Come on, baby, make yourself beautiful and we'll make a night of it." Barbara was a bit worn out after the time with the old man in the afternoon, worn out and eager for nothing except a relaxed evening at home. But she felt she owed it to Norman to help him celebrate and she smiled and went off to the bedroom to dress for the evening.
He's my husband, she thought. No matter all the fucking she did outside her marriage, Norman was her husband and the top priority in her life.
Norman had mentioned an elegant restaurant and so she dressed for it. A black off-the-shoulder dress and sheer black stockings and black pumps. She used a bright red lipstick and when she was finished getting herself up she was satisfied with the way she looked. She quivered as she remembered the way old man Baker had pressed his face against her ass. Well, what Norman didn't know wouldn't hurt him and she wasn't the only woman in the world with a few secrets.
She was affectionate to Norman during the drive and then during the quiet dinner in the cozy restaurant. She thought Norman looked happy. She noticed some of the women glancing at him and for the first time she wondered if maybe Norman was cheating also. Was there any way to know? What irony it would be if they were both secretly cheating and both feeling guilty about it.
They finished a bottle of champagne in the restaurant and they were both feeling good as they drove home.
"What have you been doing with yourself?" Norman said.
Barbara felt uneasy. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what have you been doing with yourself? I hardly ever see you any more. I called the house this afternoon to tell you about the promotion and all I got is the damn answering machine."
"I was out shopping, that's all."
He chuckled. "Okay, forget it. Let's just be nice to each other and not spoil the evening."
She cuddled up to him. She felt guilty about all her infidelities. She began talking to Norman about how much she missed not spending more time with him. He agreed that his job was a bitch and took too much time out of his life.
They fondled each other in the car. She brought his hand to her lap and soon he had his hand under her dress and his fingers pulling at her garter straps.
"It's a sexy lace garter belt," she said. "Black and sexy."
Norman snickered. "I can't wait to see it."
She moved a hand into his lap and touched his cock through his pants. He was stiff, all right, his hard prick jumping beneath her fingers. "Mmmm, this feels nice!"
"It's all for you, baby."
He sounded so much like his brother when he talked to her like that. For an instant she felt guilty again, guilty about all the fucking she'd been doing and the affair she'd been having with Charlie.
When she and Norman finally arrived home, she made some coffee and Norman poured out some brandy into two glasses. They drank a toast to his new job and she felt a sudden great affection for him. She told herself she'd been a bitch for cheating on him.
After the first few sips of the brandy, she left Norman in the living room and she went to the bedroom to get her dress off. She peeled down to her garter belt and nylons and high heels and she walked back into the living room and smiled at him as he whistled at her.
"Hey, look at the dolly," he said.
She paraded around to turn him on, remembering how that afternoon she had done the same thing for old Cal Baker. She held her palms under her tits and wiggled her boobs at Norman. "Do I still do it for you, honey?"
"Yeah, you know it," he said.
He rose up and started undressing, his eyes hot as he looked at her. She stood there with her legs apart, one hand holding a tit and the other hand rubbing her cuntbush. Norman snickered as she brazenly began jerking off while he watched her.
"You're hot."
"I'm dying to be fucked!"
He used his fingers to wag his prick at her. "Okay, that's what this is for."
She turned and bent over for him, wiggled her hips as she reached underneath with her hand to stroke her cunt.
Norman quickly moved in behind her. He fingered her cunthole a moment, fucked two fingers in and out and then replaced his fingers with his cock and shoved forward to bury his prick in her pussy.
They both groaned as he went in. She churned her ass, fucking back at his thrusting cock and moaning with pleasure each time he slammed forward against her asscheeks.
"Don't come in my pussy," she said.
"What've you got in mind?"
"I want you to fuck my ass!"
"Hey, that's new."
"Only if you want to."
He laughed and rubbed her asshole with a finger. "That's a tight little thing."
"You'll have to use Vaseline, Norman. You'll have to use Vaseline and you'll have to promise not to hurt me too much."
She remained bent over with her ass in the air while he went to get the Vaseline. Then he returned and he greased her asshole and his cock and he rubbed the excess Vaseline over her clit.
"Okay, I'm coming in," he said.
She groaned as his hot cock pushed inside her shithole. His cock wasn't nearly as large as his brother's and she had no trouble taking him.
I'm as loose as a goose, she thought. Then she shuddered as Norman's cock hit bottom and she felt his hairy balls pressing against her clit before he pulled back again.
"How is it?" Norman said.
"I like it, honey! I always like everything you do to me!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Charlie's told me so much about you," the woman said.
Her name was Rita and she stood there beside Charlie, smiling at Barbara and looking cool and sure of herself.
Barbara was dismayed. Charlie had telephoned to tell her he was bringing a friend over after lunch. Norman had left town on business that morning and she expected Charlie's friend would stay only a short time and then she'd have the afternoon with Charlie. But now it turned out Charlie's friend was a woman and Barbara didn't like that at all.
Rita was attractive, a tall brunette with dark eyes and big tits. Barbara tried to control her jealousy, but she hadn't thought about Charlie having other women and the appearance of Rita on Charlie's arm was a shock.
They had a round of drinks and they talked, and then Barbara found herself alone with Charlie in the kitchen.
"You should've told me," Barbara said.
"Told you what?"
"Told me your friend was a woman."
Charlie chuckled. "What's the difference? Anyway, what do you think of her? She's a knockout, huh?"
"Yes, she's a knockout. How long is she staying?"
Charlie slipped his arms around Barbara's waist and pressed against her back. "I thought I'd make it with both of you."
"Charlie, you don't mean that."
"Sure I do. I make it with her and I make it with you, so why not the three of us?"
"That's crazy!"
"It's not crazy. Rita likes the girls sometimes.
She swings both ways and she wants to swing with you."
"How do you know that?"
Charlie laughed. "She told me, that's how I know."
So there it was. Now Barbara understood why Charlie had bothered to bring Rita to the house. He had his mind fixed on making it with both women, and now that Norman had left town the opportunity was there.
They returned to the living room and the three of them continued drinking and talking about people they knew. Now Barbara looked at Rita with new interest. She wondered if she could go through with it. She had no objection at all to it in principle, not after that time with Nancy and Jerry and the way she'd enjoyed herself with them. No, that wasn't the problem. What she didn't like was the fact that Charlie was involved and that they'd have their little party in her own house. It seemed so awful to do that to Norman.
But after a while Barbara told herself the hell with it, she wanted to enjoy her life and worrying about Norman would only make her depressed.
When Charlie left the room a moment, Rita moved over to sit beside Barbara on the sofa.
"You're as pretty as Charlie told me you were," Rita said. "Thanks."
"He's a doll, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"You don't mind my coming here, do you?"
"No, I don't mind. You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"
Rita snickered. "And so are you."
"Then we have something in common."
"I like you."
"And I like you too!"
By the time Charlie returned to the living room, the two women were feeling close to each other. Charlie recognized it and smiled at them. "I see you two are getting to know each other."
Barbara put some music on the stereo and they started dancing. She felt happy and loose. She was thankful Norman was away. She liked Rita, liked her enough to think about making it with her. Barbara hadn't had anything to do with another woman since the last time with Nancy, and now she realized that she was in the mood for it.
They danced and drank and danced some more, and then Charlie started teasing the two women about the shaking of their tits and asking questions about who had the bigger tits. He was provoking them, of course, pushing them to start something, urging them on until finally Barbara felt wild enough to take the plunge and she peeled her top off and then her bra to show her tits.
"I'm not bashful," Barbara said. She held her tits in her hands, pointing them at Rita and challenging the brunette to show what she had.
Rita giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off and tossed it away. The brunette's bra unhooked in front and in a moment she had it off and her tits swinging from side to side.
Hangers, Barbara thought. Rita's tits had more droop than her own, but they were still sexy, with a nice shape and fat dark nipples. Barbara felt herself getting turned on as she gazed at Rita's ripe-looking tits.
Charlie urged the women to get together and before long they were kissing, Barbara's arms around Rita's waist as their lips made contact. Barbara's hands were the first to explore, her fingers stroking Rita's big tits, rubbing her nipples and then reaching underneath to lift the brunette's tits on her palms.
"These are nice," Barbara said.
Rita giggled. "And yours too!"
Barbara quivered as Rita fondled her tits. The two women kissed again and then they turned to Charlie.
"It's your turn to show something," Barbara said.
Charlie opened his fly and brought his cock out. He waved his prick at them, teasing them with it, his fingers stroking his cockshaft and pulling his foreskin all the way back to make his knob more prominent.
Rita went down on him. The brunette crouched in front of him to get her mouth over his cockhead.
Barbara was thrilled as she watched it. It turned her on to see Rita's luscious lips sliding back and forth over Charlie's thick cockshaft. His prick looked so juicy in Rita's mouth. She crouched down beside Rita and soon the two women were sharing his cock, licking and sucking his knob and cockshaft, both women giggling each time their heads collided.
After that Charlie made them kneel there on the rug while he fucked their mouths one after the other. He stroked his cock in and out of Barbara's mouth, then he pulled out and did the same to Rita. Barbara, loved it. Now she was excited to be making it with them, turned on by the idea of sharing Charlie with another woman.
The women undressed as Charlie watched them. Rita had a luscious body, big tits and a round ass and a full bush of dark cunt hair beneath her belly. When the women were both naked, Charlie brought them together and he stood there fingering both cunts at the same time.
"Hot cunt," he said. "You're a pair of hot cunts."
Rita sat down in one of the armchairs and she pulled her knees up to show her cunt wide open and the juice oozing out of her gaping cunthole. Barbara had a sudden lech for it, a sudden desire to get her mouth on Rita's ripe snatch. She went down on her knees in front of Rita and Rita groaned as Barbara leaned forward to suck her thick-lipped cunt. "Oh baby, do my clit! Suck my clit, please!"
Barbara nibbled at Rita's clit, sucking the little bud between her lips, sucking and pulling at it as Rita moaned in response.
Then suddenly Barbara felt Charlie behind her, his hands stroking her ass and in a moment his cock pushing against her cunthole from behind. She arched her back, hiked her ass up to make it easier for him. She kept her mouth on Rita's dripping cunt as Charlie drove his cock inside her fuckhole.
Charlie started fucking and Barbara continued sucking Rita's pussy and none of them heard anything until it was too late.
"Christ, what the hell is this?"
A voice coming from the entrance to the living room.
Barbara pulled her mouth away from Rita's cunt and stared with disbelieving eyes.
It was Norman. Her husband Norman standing there gaping at them as though he were about to drop dread with shock.
* * *
Barbara sat alone in the living room, covered by a robe now, alone and miserable with a drink in her hand. Rita was gone, the brunette hurrying out of the house as soon as she understood the situation. Norman and Charlie were in another room arguing while Barbara sat there listening to the sounds of it.
She felt so awful. Norman's meeting out of town had been cancelled and he'd returned on the next plane. Returned to find Barbara on the living room floor with her face in Rita's crotch and her cunt filled by Charlie's cock. The cock of Norman's brother.
Was it all over? Was her marriage to Norman finished? Barbara felt like crying, but instead she belted down another slug of vodka and prayed for a miracle.
After a while she heard no more noise from the room down the hall. If they were still arguing they were doing it quietly. Or maybe the argument was finished, nothing more to be said, the two brothers permanent enemies. She wondered what was happening. She wondered if her life would ever be tranquil again.
Finally she heard a door opening down the hall and in a few moments the two brothers walked into the living room. Their faces were blank and she thought they looked grim. She tried to read Norman's face, but all he did was stare at her and then he turned away to fix himself a drink.
"What do you want?" Norman said to Charlie.
"Scotch is fine," Charlie said.
Barbara realized the two men had come to some kind of agreement about things. She was puzzled. She'd expected them to be at each other's throats and here they were helping each other at the bar.
Holding his drink in his hand, Norman looked at Barbara. "Get the robe off!"
"What?"
"I said, get the robe off! Get naked! Show us some ass!"
Barbara trembled. "What's going on?"
"I said, get the robe off!"
She was afraid. She did what he wanted. She stood up and slipped out of the robe and tossed it onto the sofa. She stood there naked while they looked at her. Both men snickered at her, amusement in their eyes as they saw how uncomfortable she was.
Norman wagged a finger at her. "Come over here."
She walked over to him. As soon as she was near him, he reached out and grabbed one of her tits with his free hand. She moaned as his fingers brutally squeezed her tit, digging into the globe and hurting her.
"I ought to slam you around," Norman said. "Isn't that right? I ought to slam you around and make you black and blue. That's right, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"You're a slut!"
"Yes!"
"You're a cock-crazy bitch! Okay, you'll get some cock. You'll get what you want."
"Norman, please-"
"Turn around and bend over! Show us your ass!"
She felt helpless. She slowly turned her back to them, turned and moved her legs apart and bent forward from the waist to make her ass more prominent.
She groaned when she felt their hands on her. Norman's hands? Charlie's hands? She had no idea who was fondling her, whose fingers were probing between her cuntlips to find her cunthole, then probing again to find her asshole. When she looked over her shoulder she saw they were both doing it. Maybe one had a finger in her cunt and the other a finger in her ass. She moaned and quivered with excitement as they worked their fingers in her crotch.
"Look how hot she is," Norman said with a chuckle. "Get our cocks out, slut! Get our cocks out and give us some head!"
She understood what Norman wanted now. He wanted her as a slave. She was to be used by both of them. She turned and trembled as they looked at her. Her fingers worked at their flies, pulling each zipper down and brought out each cock like a fat sausage in each hand.
How amazing it was. Two brothers. There she was with a cock in each hand and now she could see how similar they were. Charlie's prick was bigger but the shape was the same. The two knobs were almost identical. She felt so weird standing there with their cocks throbbing under her fingers.
Norman smiled at her as she jacked their pricks with her hands. "Charlie says he fucks your ass all the time."
A quiver of excitement went through Barbara. "We don't have to talk about it!"
Norman chuckled. "All right, we won't talk. Get your mouth on my cock and start sucking!"
She went down, down on her knees in front of them, a hand on each cock, her fingers pulling their dangling pricks toward her face. She licked the tip of Norman's prick and then she moved to Charlie's cock and she did the same.
She sucked their cocks awhile and then they pulled away from her and they stripped their clothes off.
"Stay on your knees," Norman said to her.
She watched them get naked. She could feel her pussy twitching as she gazed at their swinging cocks. When her eyes met Charlie's, he grinned at her. "Hot, baby?"
She refused to say anything. She was afraid if she would say something it would be the wrong thing and the bubble would burst.
When the men were finished undressing, Norman turned his back to her and he leaned forward. "Eat some ass!"
"Oh, Norman!"
"Do it, bitch!"
She did it. She licked Norman's asshole and then she had to do the same thing to Charlie. She knew Norman wanted to degrade her and she told herself she deserved it. She sucked their asses and then she sucked their balls and then she begged them to fuck her.
She sucked Norman's cock while Charlie fucked her cunt from behind. She reveled in the feel of their cocks in her mouth and cunt. She had all the cock she wanted, all the cock she would ever need.
The brothers switched places and she sucked Charlie's cock while Norman drove his prick up her ass.
"She's got an asshole like a vacuum cleaner," Norman said.
"Let's do a sandwich," Charlie said.
Before long they had her groaning between them, Norman's cock in her ass and Charlie's cock in her cunt, the three of them writhing on the rug and Barbara so hot she was sure she would lose her mind when she came.
