It often comes as a complete surprise to find that people are not always exactly what they seem to be.
The quiet librarian who secretly waits for the moment when she can unleash her passions on an unsuspecting patron. The nurse who is ready to take on any of her patients, male or female, who think they can handle her. The teacher who, given half a chance, will not hesitate to release his perverse desires on an unsuspecting teenaged girl in one of his classes.
Lisa Lance is one of these outwardly normal people. In fact, if anything, she seems more shy, more reserved than most. But deep within herself she is becoming the helpless captive of a reckless passion which, now that she has at last acknowledged it, must be fed a constant diet of perverse excitement.
WET AND WILD WIFE-a novel that explores a hidden segment of our society, a powerful lesson for those who refuse to believe some of the darkest problems that face us all.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Lisa Lance reached under the covers and felt around for her husband's cock. He hated when she was aggressive, but sometimes a girl had to make the first move.
Usually she tried to be a good wife, and waited for him to take the lead. But when they climbed into bed and Don turned his back to her, she knew drastic action was needed.
All evening long she had put his needs before her own. Now she wanted her pay-off. She was horny and needed fucking.
He turned around and pushed her hand away. "Leave me alone," he murmured.
She fumed. Why the hell should I go to sleep horny when I've got a perfectly good cock next to me?
Lisa was a divorcee when they met and Don was recently divorced. Before they got married he made it clear he was to be the boss. She had concurred because she loved him and wanted to be married again. But sometimes she was sorry she'd agreed to his terms. It wasn't her nature to be docile. And pretending wasn't easy. She wasn't a docile woman and never had been.
Now she turned toward him and closed her fingers around his cock.
"I've got a big day tomorrow," he said. "Let me get some sleep."
She managed to squeeze his cock and her skillful fingers brought a groan from his throat.
He pushed her hand away, rather more roughly than necessary. "Cut it out," he said.
"Shit!" she said under her breath. She felt his cock begin to stir. She was certain she could make it hard again if he'd only cooperate.
"Just because you got your rocks off before doesn't mean I don't need it," she said.
"Aw, hon, go to sleep." She turned her back to him and moved a hand between her legs. "Okay, go to sleep," she said.
Within a few minutes he was snoring. As she masturbated, she thought about the events of the evening.
She'd had supper all ready when he arrived home from work. She had freshened her makeup and brushed her hair. She liked to look her best at all times.
After he opened his nightly beer he put his arms around her waist and pinched her ass. "Have a nice day?" he said. "It was okay. I didn't do much. Why?" "I figured we could both use a night out. Why don't you put that stuff away and I'll take you out to dinner." "Great. I'd love it. Where'll we go?" "That steak house we both like. Get into something sexy. I like to show you off."
She changed quickly into a tight black dress and high heeled pumps. It would be fun to go out on the town on a week night.
When they climbed into the car, she sat close to him and placed a hand on his thigh. They didn't talk much on the way to the steak house. She felt all warm and snuggly and sexy sitting there next to her handsome husband.
Once inside the restaurant, they ordered two beers and T-bones with fries. The place was dark and romantic and the small combo was playing a funky tune. There were a few couples eating dinner and what looked like pick-ups at the bar. All in all, Lisa was feeling very mellow.
The Lances never talked much. Don didn't have much to say to women, eyen his own wife. Lisa didn't want to annoy him with her chatter. It wasn't every day he took her out to dinner and she wanted to make sure they had a good time.
When they were through eating, Don ordered another beer for himself and a brandy for her. After four more beers he whispered in her ear.
"I'm dying to fuck you, baby."
Lisa was pleased but surprised. Even though they'd been married only a few years, their sex life was fairly routine. But the booze and good food had made her horny and she wanted to encourage him. If he wanted her to go down on him in the restaurant she'd be glad to oblige.
"Do you want me to blow you here?" she teased.
He cupped her chin and snickered. "I'll bet you'd do it, too."
"Why not?" she said, excited by the feel of his hand working its way up her leg.
She let her thighs fall open as his finger moved closer to her pussy. It wasn't like him to act so sexy in a public place, but why discourage him? It was a damn sight more exciting than watching television.
Even so, she told him to stop when he worked a finger into the crotch of her panties. People were starting to stare. Enough was enough.
He paid the check and they walked toward the car. Before he opened the door for her he grabbed her and french-kissed her.
"What's got into you tonight?" she said. "I love it, but you're out of character."
"You're turning me on tonight."
She broke away and climbed into the car. He went around to his side and slammed the door.
"Take your pants off," he said, reaching for her.
"Here?"
"Yeah. There's no one looking."
"I'm game." Glancing around, she saw no one looking, and she raised her ass off the seat and slid her panties down.
She smoothed her skirt and stuffed her panties into her purse. "There, now let's go home and you can have your way with me."
He turned the ignition key. "Prime pussy," he grinned, his eyes straight ahead.
She cuddled close to him and held onto his arm. "I never saw you like this before," she said.
He concentrated on his driving. "What the hell, why not?"
She ran her fingers through his hair and nibbled his earlobe. She blew in his ear. She had a feeling they'd have a good fuck tonight, for a change.
"You don't mind if I start now?" she said, tugging his zipper down.
He grunted, which she took for approval, so she reached inside his fly and felt for his prick. It stirred in her hand.
She squeezed his cockshaft as she kissed his neck and blew in his ear. She sucked little bits of the skin on his neck. When he pushed her hand away she knew what he wanted so she bent down and placed her lips on his prick.
"No one's looking, go on," he said, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of her neck.
She sucked his cockhead, drooling over his prickshaft. She flicked her tongue back and forth and around the rim of his cock knob. She thrust her face down and tried to lick his balls.
He picked up speed. "Go on, no one's looking. Take the whole thing in your mouth."
Her head hit the steering wheel as she tried to suction more of his prick into her mouth.
"Stay there," he said. "No one's paying any attention."
He picked up speed, still driving with one hand as he held her head down. She swallowed hard, working her throat muscles around his cockhead.
A soft grunt escaped his throat as he came. She wasn't prepared for the squirt of jism that splashed into her throat, but she milked him until he stopped thrusting.
She finally straightened up and slid over to her side of the seat. She was disappointed when he zipped his pants up and said nothing about taking care of her.
When they arrived home, he went straight up to bed. She followed him, still determined to make him confront her needs.
Now she rolled over and reached for him. She didn't care if she awakened him. She needed fucking. It wasn't fair for him to get his rocks off and leave her horny.
She felt his mushroomy cockhead and the drop of juice in the tip. Her pussy tingled and moistened as his cock pulsated. She wanted his cock inside her. She needed it. He had to awaken and attend to her.
"What are you doing?" he groaned as he opened his eyes.
"Listen, I need fucking."
"I gave you a mouthful in the car."
Wasn't that just like a man? "That was good, honey, but it didn't do a thing for my cunt."
Slipping under the covers, she crawled between his legs and closed her lips around his prick.
"Jesus, you know I hate when you're pushy."
She didn't respond. She knew that once she got started he'd enjoy her talented tongue and lips.
She worked her lips over his cock, using her mouth like a suction pump. She sucked relentlessly, and after a while he stopped grumbling and began stroking her hair.
"Okay, okay, make it hard and I'll fuck you."
He guided her head, pumping his ass and thrusting into her mouth. She relaxed. She'd get fucked after all. Blowing him in the car had turned her on. Why couldn't he understand that as much as she loved sucking him she needed fucking too?
"Go on sucking," he said. "Now that you started, bring it up."
He didn't like when she became too aggressive, but he loved when she blew him. He knew he was a lucky man. Lots of women gave half-assed blow-jobs. Lisa really loved it. She was a gorgeous brunette with big tits and a sexy ass. And she sure loved cock.
Sometimes he didn't satisfy her. Like tonight. He thought coming in her mouth would satisfy her. But she still wanted fucking. Sometimes he thought there was just no pleasing her.
He liked the way strange men stared at her. He was proud of her good looks and sexy ways. It had turned him on when she blew him right there in the car. Lots of women wouldn't do that. Lisa loved it. He could tell she loved being watched, even if it was just passing motorists looking at the top of her head as she sucked his cock.
She even looked pretty now, with her makeup all washed off and her hair flying around. Her full lips were stretched around his cock and her round ass stuck out in the air. Man, what an ass! What tits!
Now he reached down and cupped one of her tit-globes. He wanted this marriage to succeed. Divorce was the pits. Who needed another one? But sometimes he had a nagging feeling there was no pleasing Lisa. She was a hot-cunted woman, all right. Demanding too.
Now Lisa worked her lips up and down his prick. She was enjoying herself and looking forward to getting laid.
Despite his earlier dismissal of her, she could tell he was turning on. Soon he would climb over her and stick it to her. Or better yet, she would squat over him and stick it to herself.
Her juices churned as she sucked him into her hot mouth. Man, was she ready for action. She'd been ready ever since he ran his hand up her skirt in the restaurant. Sometimes he did the damndest things. Too bad most of the time he was so uptight.
She sucked his cock tirelessly. She bobbed her head up and down as she mouthfucked him. Her tongue explored the slit in his prick knob, and her fingers probed his balls. She loved it all. Cock, balls, the whole shot.
For a moment she was tempted to stop sucking and get on top of him. Damn, her pussy was hot! Needs a little loving, she thought. Well, it won't be long before his stiff prick will be inside you, little pussy. A few more minutes and I'll just stuff it in.
"Hey, don't bite it off," Don said.
In her zeal she had bitten down on the flared rim of his cockhead.
"I'm trying to get it good and hard," she said, her juices flowing down her inner thighs.
"Well, don't hurt the family jewels."
Her cunt throbbed. "What about my jewels?"
He chuckled. "What jewels? You've got nothing but a hole, just a hole between your legs. I've got the jewels."
She sighed, began answering and then slid her lips back over his cock. He tousled her hair.
"You're the sweetest when you're not answering back." He closed his eyes and concentrated on the velvety softness of her lips and tongue.
She felt the blood pulsating throughout his cock. As much as she loved him and loved blowing him, sometimes he exasperated her.
"Oh, shit, baby, that's good!" He thrust his hips up at her face, sending his cock soaring into her throat.
No, not again! she thought. He's not going to come in my mouth again!
She gagged slightly and forced his cock from her mouth. "Don't do that. You'll come."
He held her face and plunged his prick back into her mouth. "That's the idea."
He began using her mouth like a cunt, fucking her lips with forceful strokes. She tried to spit his prick out, but he held her lips closed.
"Mmmmmmm. Oooohhhhh. Aaaaahhhhh!" he groaned.
Her cunt was inflamed. She was becoming terribly excited, but she was anxious too. If he came in her mouth she would never get fucked tonight. He can't do it to me, she thought. He just can't.
"Keep sucking, hon. I'm almost there."
Struggling to breathe, she stopped sucking. He released her and she spit his prick out.
"I've got to fuck," she said, climbing over him and poising her cunt over his upthrust prick.
"Okay, okay," he mumbled as she dragged his cockhead over her pussy-slit.
When the tip of his prick was positioned at the entrance to her pussy, she sat down hard. His cock sank inside her and she fell forward, dropping her tits over him.
"That's good," she said. "Jesus, that's good."
Closing her eyes, she straightened her back and threw her head from side to side. She felt full of cock. Deliciously packed with prick.
She bounced gently, careful to rub her clit against his cock with every thrust. She'd been so frustrated it didn't take much to throw her over the edge. She wanted to enjoy every moment of the fuck.
"Move!" he hissed.
"In a minute."
"Now, damn it, it's late!"
She began raising and lowering her ass without another word. She caressed her tits and moved her cunt up and down his fuckpole.
Don watched his prick as it plunged in and out of her snatch. Jesus, she was a horny bitch! Some guys had the right idea. Marry a frigid woman and get your kicks from pros. That way when you're home you've got a little peace and quiet.
Still, he grunted with pleasure as her pussy bit into his cock. If she wanted his jizz in her cunt, she'd get it. Any minute now. Shit, what a tight cunt.
"I'm there any minute," he said.
"Give me another minute."
He tried to think of something else. Anything so as not to blast off before she was ready. She'd give him hell if he came before she was ready. Jesus, a woman shouldn't be so damn demanding. It wasn't feminine.
Still, her pussy clung wetly to his prick and he felt his excitement mount. Damn, it was too much to expect of a guy.
"Take it!" he cried.
The horny brunette stopped squirming. She almost wept. She wasn't quite ready. But he was coming. Oh, damn, it's just not fair!
As he filled her with his come she was busily thinking about how she should respond. Should she please him by pretending to be satisfied? Should she be honest and admit she hadn't come? He hated when she was aggressive. Should she pretend and then go into the bathroom and jerk off?
When he was through, she slipped over onto her side of the bed and kissed him. "That was great," she yawned.
"Good fuck, hon," he said, turning his back to her. "I'm sure glad you made it."
She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. "Yeah, me too."
Chapter Two
The next few weeks passed uneventfully. Lisa walked around almost constantly horny. Her aching pussy told her to do something wild and reckless. Don's set jaw told her she better be careful.
She didn't think cheating in marriage was the worst sin in the world. The worst sin was being caught.
Her first husband had caught her in bed with his best friend. She had been relieved after the first few awful minutes. The marriage was never any good and her ex-husband was a selfish lover.
Don was much sweeter and she loved him. But she knew if she met the right man she'd be tempted to cheat on him too.
Then one afternoon it happened. She ran into her old lover, Chuck Evers, while she was out shopping.
"Lisa, haven't seen you in ages," he said as he walked up behind her on the street.
She spun around and faced him. Randy Chuck Evers. Already leering hungrily at her tits.
She greeted him warmly. They chatted in the middle of the sidewalk. She tried to ignore the throbbing feeling between her legs when Chuck smiled, but she felt weak in the knees.
Their affair had been brief but hot, and seeing him now rekindled all the old feelings. She felt as if she'd met temptation head on and was flunking the course.
"What have you been doing since the last time I saw you?" she said.
He grinned. "Split with my old lady. She found out about you and kicked me out."
Lisa averted her eyes. "And you're not married now?"
"Hell, no, but you are." He took her hand and gazed at her wedding ring. "Does this mean you're not available?" His face creased in a smile, but his eyes were decidedly serious.
"I don't know," she stammered.
"Well, hey, how about having a drink for old times' sake?"
She refused politely, but he saw the conflict in her eyes and kept pressing. When she finally accepted, she knew there would be more than a casual drink involved.
They went to a nearby bar. The first drink calmed her nerves. The second inflamed her pussy. She found that she still enjoyed Chuck's company. It felt good to be with a man who talked to her. And they were in a public place. Maybe he wouldn't make a pass after all.
By her third drink she felt warm and glowing. She suddenly became aware of Chuck's knee pressing her thigh. She didn't move away. She wanted the contact. Her pussy lubricated. She could feel it moistening against the skimpy crotch of her panties.
It's only a flirtation, she thought. Only a harmless flirtation with an old lover.
"Did you move into the city after your divorce?" she said. The question hung in the air. "I mean, did your wife keep the house?"
He nodded ruefully. "Yeah, you and Madeline never did like each other. Can't say that I blame you. She's a cold bitch. Yeah, she kept the house. And the car and most of the money. She's a bitch, but she knows a good lawyer when she sees one."
"Where are you living then?" Why do I keep asking these personal questions? she thought.
Chuck took her hand and kissed the tip of one finger. "I've got a place not far from here. It's great. No grass to cut. No nosy neighbors. Say, I'd like to show it off. What do you say we go there and relax?"
Lisa realized things had gotten out of hand. "Well, my husband-"
But she rose up and followed him out of the bar. The drinks had calmed her nerves, but hadn't doused the fire between her legs. Whatever happened, she'd handle it. She was a grown woman, not a teenage girl. She knew the score.
Chuck's apartment turned out to be a typical bachelor pad. It was furnished sparsely with leather chairs and a huge white leather sofa. The artwork was colorful and abstract and Lisa was impressed with Chuck's taste. She walked around the room, examining the paintings, but she was barely aware of what she was looking at. The door to the bedroom was open and she saw a king-sized bed and bear-skin rug. For a moment, she wondered how it would feel to make love on that rug, right there on the floor.
It wasn't long before Chuck made a pass. He reached out, began taking her into his arms and then paused. She moved back, hitting a wall. Her heart pounded. She knew she ought to put a stop to it now before it was too late. But she wanted to stay and get laid. She wanted to and in her heart she knew she would. Sorry, Don. I guess I'm just a slut at heart.
Chuck didn't rush her. He moved to the kitchen and soon she heard the sound of ice cubes clinking. "I'll fix us a drink," he said. "You're not afraid to stay and have a drink, are you?"
"Of course not."
Her fingers shook. She sat down on the sofa and waited for him to return with her drink. Maybe more booze would calm her nerves. She needed something.
Chuck handed her a drink and sat down in a nearby chair. She sipped her drink and gazed at his strong fingers as he held his glass.
She remembered those fingers well. Those fingers had caressed her clit many times. Those fingers had tirelessly brought her to orgasm and made her feel alive and vital and wonderful.
She gulped half her drink as they talked. The conversation was stilted now. There was something in the air and they both knew it.
A feeling of exhilaration surged through her when he joined her on the sofa and took her hands in his. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. This time, she didn't push him away.
She gazed into his eyes, placing her hands on his upper arms. Her tits rested on his chest. His mouth was inches from her lips. When they kissed, he quickly worked his tongue into her mouth.
It was what she wanted, what she craved. She responded with an intensity that surprised him.
"Oh, baby, baby." He moved his knee between her thighs. He opened her up and pressed his thigh against her pussy.
Raw primal hunger flooded her senses. It radiated from her crotch throughout her body. If she was ever going to stop, now was the time. When he began unbuttoning her blouse, she tugged at his hair and frenched him.
His fingers slid beneath her bra and touched her naked tits. Those fingers that had manipulated her clit so deliciously in days gone by were fondling her nipples.
Waves of passion coursed through her. It had been so long since Don had taken the time to caress her this way.
No words had been exchanged. None were needed. When he lifted her skirt and touched her bare thigh, she thought about the last time Don felt her up in the car.
Then Chuck was stroking her pussy through her bikinis. The crotch of her panties was slick with her juices. Oh, for God's sake, fuck me, she thought. Don't make me wait. Take me into the bedroom and fuck me.
Chuck seemed surprised when she lifted her skirt to her waist and spread her legs wide. They both gazed down at his fingers still caressing her pussy.
He thrust his hand inside the waistband of her panties. They kissed as his fingers touched the moist softness of her muff and the sponginess of her cuntfolds.
"Let's take our clothes off," he said.
"Yes," she panted. "Let's get into bed."
Lisa's dark eyes glittered. She waited. She wanted him to undress her. He didn't disappoint her. He unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it off her arms. He reached behind her back and struggled with the hook of her bra before it opened.
He peeled her bra off slowly, all the while watching her pink-nippled tits emerge. He smiled when they swung free.
"Big and pink," he said. "Just the way I remember them."
As he spoke he reached out and grabbed her tits. Lisa melted. His hands felt as good as ever. Waves of gut feeling ran down her spine.
"Oh, yes," she breathed when he lowered his head and began licking and sucking her long-starved tits.
Don neglected her tits. Now for the first time in years they felt alive and warm and aroused. She glanced down and watched Chuck move his mouth from one nipple to the other. Soon both nipples glistened with his saliva.
And then her nipples were stiff with lust. Like two stones. The cheating wife hefted her tits in her hands and pushed them up toward his mouth.
She became aware of a heady aroma wafting up from her crotch. Her bubbling cuntjuices were strongly fragrant. She wondered if Chuck could smell her sex.
Still licking and sucking her tits, he reached under her skirt and peeled her panties down. His fingers felt strong and eager as he moved them over her thighs and beaver.
She helped by spreading her legs and opening herself to his probing fingers. Once again, his fingers slipped around her lust-soaked pussy.
Soon he would fuck her. She could barely conceal her impatience. He was going to fuck her, and unlike Don he liked her natural aggressiveness.
He managed to plunge a finger knuckle-deep into her pussy. She trembled all over and clung to him. Her knees buckled more than once. He was in her again. Oh, God, his finger felt like a cock! In and out, sliding wetly like a prick.
Her orgasm took them both by surprise.
"I'm sorry," she whispered after her pussy exploded against his hand.
"Oh, baby, don't be," he said.
He continued finger-fucking her. She held his arms and threw her head back. Her mouth opened wide, but no sounds came out. She thrust her pelvis toward his stroking finger.
She felt thick cuntjuice pour out of her and drench his hand. She writhed her torso and wriggled her ass. She came a second time, and this climax took her breath away. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. But at the end she was shaking like a leaf.
"I don't know what's come over me," she panted.
He stared at her a moment. "You need fucking badly."
She turned her head. How humiliating. But he was right. She did need fucking badly. Not Don's kind of fucking. No, she needed something different. She needed a cock rigid with lust ramming into her and bringing her off. She needed hard, patient fucking by a lover, not a husband.
They parted, gazed into each other's eyes and turned away. Lisa began tearing at her clothes. They fell to the floor in a heap and Chuck stood back and gazed at her.
"You're still built like no one else."
She was sometimes self-conscious of her lush, almost defiant curves. Her tits were solid, as was her ass. There was nothing flabby about her. Her waist was small, but her hips and thighs were round. The furry triangle between her legs fairly bristled with female vitality.
Chuck whistled as they moved into the bedroom. He held her close and kissed the top of her head.
"Take your clothes off," she said.
Within moments he was naked to the waist, and she pushed her stiff-nippled tits against his chest.
"You finish undressing me," he said.
Calmed deliciously by the two intense orgasms, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His pants dropped. She pulled them away when he stepped out of them.
He still wore his shorts and Lisa gazed eagerly at the bulge in his crotch. Turning away, she climbed onto the bed and left him to strip his shorts off.
She had no reservations about what she was to do. She never really had. She needed something she wasn't getting from Don. She wasn't the kind of woman who could adjust to frustration.
She gazed hungrily when Chuck, naked now, climbed onto the bed. He climbed over her and kissed her tits. She had a brief glimpse of his prick and balls. His cock was as she remembered. It was a perfectly nice cock, but Chuck had never depended on his sex organ to give her pleasure. He was a man sophisticated enough to use his fingers and mouth when his cock no longer functioned.
Now she held him in her arms and cradled him as he made love to her tits. She was stretched out on her back with her legs open.
His cock lodged against her inner thighs. He labored tirelessly over her nipples. She loved the attention, but she wondered when he was going to fuck her.
He seemed to sense it because soon he laid a hand on her pussy and began manipulating her clit and pussy-folds. She raised her ass off the bed, an open invitation which he quickly accepted by slipping a finger into her cunt.
She moaned hoarsely as he fingered her. At the same time, he flicked her clit with featherlike strokes. Her sensitive little fuck bud danced under his touch.
She jerked her hips and ass in a circular fucking motion. Maybe he misunderstood. Maybe he thought she didn't want him to fuck her. But no, that wasn't possible. Oh, God, he's sticking another finger inside me! He's frigging me so good!
In her zeal she tried to force his prick into her cunt. She greedily clutched his prick.
"Please! Put it in!"
"Don't you like what I'm doing?" He looked puzzled.
"Yes, but I need fucking." Was there no man around who could give her what she wanted?
Together they rolled over. She landed between his legs. "Let me," she said, stroking him gently and licking his balls.
"Take it in your mouth a minute."
She capped his cockhead with her hungry mouth. Gazing up into his eyes, she saw a hunger that matched her own.
She had forgotten that Chuck could get carried away with foreplay and spend about a minute on the actual fucking. She thought of Don and how different the two men were.
"Let me eat you," Chuck said.
"But I just started licking your cock."
He guided her onto her back. "I get off on sucking pussy."
Was there no end to his foreplay? The horny wife resignedly spread her legs. Her despair disappeared when he pressed his lips against her pussy. He wasn't a cocksman, but he sure knew how to lick a cunt.
He used his tongue like a vibrator. She came so many times she lost count. She forgot about her desperate need for fucking. What a tongue! What incredible things he did with his teeth!
After what seemed like hours, she felt wrung out. "How long can you keep this up?" she said.
"I'm working up to the main event." As he spoke he rammed his tongue into her cunt. "Oh, baby, you taste so good."
When she no longer expected it, he mounted her. He entered her quickly, ramming his prick deep inside her cunt.
At last! Oh, it was worth the wait! It felt so damned good! And he knew how to use it, all right.
He held her asscheeks and lifted her up from the bed. He rasped his cockshaft and pelvic bone against her clit with every thrust. His cock felt like a club inside her.
At the end he mashed his mouth against hers as he mashed his spurting prick against her spasming pussy. When he stopped shaking, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her again.
"Just like old times, huh?" he said.
"Yes, just like old times."
But it's not enough, she thought. I don't know what's the matter with me, but it's not enough.
Chapter Three
Lisa wandered around the party with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Usually she enjoyed parties, but tonight she was restless and bored. All week long she'd thought of nothing but Chuck. She took a piece of cheese from a tray and toyed With it to keep her mind occupied.
She knew she was being silly. Chuck had no way of reaching her and he had an unlisted number. Anyway, he'd made it plain he wasn't interested in a romance. They had had a good time and when it was over he had said goodbye rather firmly.
Now she walked from group to group, trying to get into the swing of things. All of their friends were there, and she'd heard all the gossip and stale jokes she could stand.
She saw a strange couple sitting in a corner by themselves. For a moment the man reminded her of Chuck. I'm seeing things, she thought.
She was restless because she was horny and she knew it. She hadn't had a good fuck since Chuck. Don worked her over regularly, but lately she got nothing out of their lovemaking.
Maybe when they got home he'd be feeling mellow enough to make love her way. For the first time it occurred to her that Don might be bored with her. She'd been so preoccupied with her own problems she'd never considered that possibility.
Now she looked around for Don. She smiled when she saw him in the middle of a group as usual. When he drank, he was very funny. And talkative. He argued intensely about everything from politics to rock music. As usual, there were twice as many women as men surrounding him. But who was the cute redhead hanging onto his every word?
She recognized her. She was the sister of their hostess and was visiting from out of state. Don seemed to be showing off for her. As others drifted away the redhead continued standing there.
Lisa felt jealous and alarmed. It was true that she'd cheated, but that didn't give him license to make out with some bimbo in front of all their friends.
She had no intention of losing him to some horny dame. "How's it going, hon?" she said, wedging herself into the group and possessively taking his arm. The redhead raised her eyebrows and moved back.
"Great, babe." He turned to Lisa. "I don't think you met Lynn's sister. Sue, this is my old lady, Lisa."
As he made the introduction his eyes were on Sue. Lisa had the impression something was going on between them. You're being paranoid, kiddo, she thought.
"Don't mind my husband," she said, clinging to his arm and pushing her tits against him. "When he drinks too much, he talks and talks. If it wasn't you, it'd be some other girl. You just have to run when you have a chance or you'll never get away."
By now the redhead was fuming. "Excuse me," she said to Don. "I think I need a drink."
When she was gone, Don drained his glass. "I wonder why she's pissed."
Several people joined them. Since Lisa found none of the women threatening, she wandered off and joined another group.
"Hello Lisa." It was Brad Roberts, one of Don's bowling buddies.
She'd always liked Brad. There was something sexy about him. Or maybe I'm just so horny that anything in pants appeals to me, she thought.
They went to the open bar and he fixed them fresh drinks. His eyes moved over her body directly and sensually. He was openly admiring her.
His wife was out of town, visiting her mother. He told her some juicy gossip about his in-laws. He was a man who liked women in every way, sexually and conversationally, unlike Don who deep down thought women were only good for sex.
She had the feeling as they spoke that Brad wanted to get in her pants. She used to get annoyed when men only noticed her body and ignored her mind. But as she became older and more sexually responsive she loved it. Fuck my mind, just make sure my pussy is satisfied.
As she and Brad talked, she almost forgot Don was in the next room. The redhead was probably all over him by now. She felt a sinking feeling.
She told Brad she wanted to catch a breath of air. On their way out to the patio she stopped near Don's group and narrowed her eyes. Sure enough, the redhead was clinging to him again. Don glanced over and when he saw her with Brad he waved.
Be jealous, damn you! she thought.
The remainder of the evening passed pleasantly. She and Brad continued gossiping and he kept leering at her tits.
She imagined herself going down on him. She would do it right here if she could. She would drop down and open his fly and pull his prick out. She'd suck on the knob of his cock, just the knob. His pisshole would drip cockjuice on her tongue. She'd suck on the plum of his cock-head and then finally he'd come and fill her mouth with his jism. She quivered and almost came as she thought about it.
He didn't make a serious pass. Maybe he's a faithful husband after all, she thought.
When people began leaving, she dragged Brad after her and rejoined Don's group. He and Brad were good friends, and they became involved in a three-way conversation with another bowling buddy.
That left Lisa with Sue. She forced herself to chat with the woman, but they were like two animals, each trying to lay claim to the same territory.
On the drive home Don was especially quiet. He looked grim as he stared straight ahead.
"You and Brad spent a lot of time together."
My God, he's jealous! "No more than you and Sue."
"He fucks anything that moves." He continued staring at the road. "I don't know what women see in him, but he sure gets a lot of cooze."
Lisa turned her head.
"I don't know what you're inferring. We were just talking. He was no more flirting with me than you were flirting with Sue." She paused. "Who, I might add, was all over you."
"Oh, yeah, you think so." Don's eyes flashed when he finally looked at her. "Well, she's sweet. After living with you so long it's nice to be with a sweet woman for a change." "You bastard!"
"Hey, don't get me wrong. You want to make it with Brad, join the party. I mean, I don't give a damn. I'll just call Sue. You just say the word."
Despite the argument, Lisa found herself aroused and vaguely excited. Don was jealous. That meant he still loved her.
She moved over on the seat and hooked her arm through his. "Brad's a good guy, but I don't dig him. I dig you. So shut up and drive."
He grunted, wrapping his arm around her and driving with one hand. "Okay. Sue's nothing much. I couldn't shake her all night."
They rode the rest of the way home in silence, but the tension was gone. They went right to bed, but Don was tired and wouldn't make love to her.
She waited for him to fall asleep before creeping out of bed and going downstairs to the den.
A little wine and a blanket from the hall closet. If she had to jerk off, at least she'd do it in comfort.
After she settled down on the sofa, she sipped her wine and thought about her marriage. Don had been jealous without really being provoked. What if he found out about her brief affair with Chuck?
Chuck. He was a considerate and tireless lover. He didn't have Don's thick cock, but he did very well with what he had. Compensation. Men who aren't really cocksmen sometimes make the best lovers because they compensate.
And Brad. It was true that he hadn't hit on her, but she was certain all she had to do was say the word and he'd be around sniffing like a hungry dog.
The more she thought about Brad and Chuck and the spat with Don, the hornier she became. She even considered going up to bed and waking him up. She had rights. If he was horny he wouldn't hesitate. Awake or asleep he'd shove it to her.
Almost without thinking, she began fondling her tits. It felt good. She sighed as her fingers moved over her nipples. They came alive under her touch.
"Hot," she sighed, startled at the sound of her own voice. She wondered if Don had awakened and missed her. There was little fear of that. He slept very soundly.
She gently caressed her soft, supple flesh. Her tits were very sensitive. Her pussy moistened and throbbed the more she fondled herself.
She tossed the blanket aside and stretched out full length on the sofa. She touched her pussy. The more she caressed her tits the wetter her cunt became.
"Hot cunt," she said aloud, grinding her ass into the sofa.
It wasn't right to wind up masturbating in the dark. Don was asleep upstairs. He should be fucking her. He was her husband, for God's sake.
She liked to fantasize when she jerked off. It would serve Don right if she fantasized about Chuck or even Brad. She certainly wouldn't fantasize about Don!
She writhed her ass and worked one hand over her tits. She used her other hand to lightly caress her pussy. She moved slowly. There was no one hurrying her. No Don urging her to get with it and come.
She wiggled her ass as a thrill of pleasure surged through her. She still hadn't touched her cuntfolds. She liked to tease herself for a while before thrusting a finger into her hot, sucking cunt.
After a while, she stroked the edges of her cuntlips, feeling her pussy-slit grow more and more lubricated. Eventually a rush of juice gushed from her pussy and wet the sofa.
She flung her leg over the back of the sofa and worked a finger into her seething cunt. She moaned as her finger entered her body. Her cunt grabbed it.
"Fooled you," she giggled. Her cunt grabbed her finger as if it were a cock.
Her finger felt good as she snaked it in and out. But she waited before giving herself what she really loved. She loved having her clit rubbed.
She let her legs fall completely open and stroked the length of her cuntfolds. Everything about her pussy was sensitive to the touch.
She instinctively licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of her cunt on her tongue. Her entire body trembled when she finally touched her clit. She jerked convulsively as white hot pleasure rocked her senses.
How much more pleasurable it would be to have a man fondling her cunt. Jerking off was for old maids. Women who couldn't get a man to look at them. Not for married women with gorgeous tits that strange men leered after. It just didn't seem right to have to make love to herself.
She thought about Chuck. She pretended he was hovering over her, about to press his body against hers. She pretended her fingertip was his tongue. His talented, tireless tongue that made her come so good.
With fingers sticky with cuntjuice she pinched her nipples. She thrust two fingers into her pussy and used her thumb on her clit.
Two fingers were better than one and her cunt pulsated eagerly. She finger-fucked herself slowly. Always slowly. She shoved her fingers deep inside her cunt-hole, as far as they would go.
It wasn't like getting fucked or sucked. Too bad I can't suck myself, she thought, slipping a third finger into her pussy.
"Fuck me, Chuck," she whispered in the darkness.
She tried pretending it was Chuck's prick plunging in and out of her pussy. Her imagination wasn't that keen. Chuck's cock was a good seven inches. Her fingers were a poor substitute.
She had an urge to run upstairs, climb into bed and sit down on Don's face. It would serve him right if she shoved her cunt at his lips and nose and cut off his breathing.
She enjoyed the fantasy, but knew she wouldn't act on it. Still, her cunt screamed for attention. More than fingers, she needed a good stiff prick.
Sometimes she improvised. When she brought home a good thick cucumber from the grocer's she sometimes used it to fuck herself with before cutting it up into a salad. She had bought one yesterday. She could use that to frig with.
She jumped up off the sofa and went to the kitchen. She yanked open the vegetable crisper and removed a cucumber.
Shaking all over, she examined the vegetable with trembling fingers. It was thick and covered with little bumps that would feel nice sliding inside her pussy. Oh, yes, it would do very nicely. It was a big cucumber. Eight inches at least. And she wouldn't have to wait for it to harden or worry about it coming before she was ready.
She carried it back to the den and lay down. She worked the blunt tip of the cucumber between her cuntlips. It was cold. She should have run it under the hot water first.
No matter. It wasn't a nice, warm, pulsating cock, but it would have to do.
She wet down the tip with her juices and slowly pushed it inside her. She groaned. It didn't conform to her like a cock. It was just there, but it was better than her fingers.
She held her breath and pushed again. She wondered if anyone ever split themselves apart with a cucumber. This one was very thick around. Thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. She pulled it out.
Using just the wet tip, she caressed her clit and worked her finger into her pussy. Her frustration mounting, she thrust the cucumber halfway into her cunt.
She shuddered and gasped as she quickly withdrew it. She plunged it in again, corkscrewing it in and out of the mouth of her cunt.
Hoarse whimpering sounds bubbled from her throat. She grimaced as she raised her ass and welcomed the intruding lover.
"Fuck you, Don!" she hissed. "Fuck you!"
No longer teasing herself, she flicked her clit continuously as she fucked herself with the vegetable. She was stimulated to the point of coming, but her orgasm eluded her.
She almost wept. It was always that way when she masturbated. She was a woman who needed a man, there was no doubt about that. Stimulation wasn't enough. She needed a live cock.
"I . . . need . . . a . . . man!" she whispered hoarsely.
Her fingers flew over her clit. She used her fingernails, clawing at herself mindlessly. The cucumber was all the way up her cunt now. At one point she lost her grip on the tip and it disappeared inside her hot hairy fuck-hole.
Her cunt contracted and she expelled it. As she came, she tried not to cry out.
Writhing and twisting on the sofa, she bucked her ass and thrust the vegetable deep inside her body.
Afterward, when her orgasm had subsided, she lay back wearily and caught her breath. The cucumber dropped to the floor, but her cunt still twitched from the wild manipulation.
She rolled onto her belly, one hand between her legs and the other on her tits. She was more frustrated than ever. Damn, it wasn't fair!
The only thing to do was get her kicks outside her marriage. It was true that Don would kill her if he ever found out. But damn it she had needs. This wasn't the Middle Ages. The twenty-first century was fast approaching and what the hell was so sacred about marriage?
Chapter Four
"Go on into the kitchen," Lisa called down to the teenage boy who had just entered the house. "1*11 be there in a minute."
She fussed with her hair as she finished dressing. The boy was Pete Norman and he was the son of her neighbor, Fran. Fran was out of town for a few days and she'd asked Lisa to keep an eye on the teenager.
Today Lisa had invited him to lunch. He was only fifteen, but built like a jock. She brushed her hair into a ponytail and tied it back with a velvet ribbon. She knew in her heart she was trying to look as young as possible. Why? Why not?
Her heart fluttered as she dabbed perfume behind her ears and inside her cleavage and went down to join the boy in the kitchen.
"Hi, Lisa," the boy grinned.
"Hi, sport." She had fixed sandwiches earlier and now she placed the food on the table and sat down across from Pete. "Dig in."
He ate voraciously. As he chewed he stared at her cleavage. She was wearing a low-necked dress so it didn't surprise her that he was looking. What surprised her was that her cunt felt suddenly wet.
"When's your mother coming home?" she said. She had just gotten laid yesterday. Why was she so horny again?
"Friday." The boy helped himself to another sandwich.
The time went quickly. Lisa was sorry when he finished his third sandwich. "I guess you're going back to school now."
He wiped his lips on the back of his hand. "I'm through for the day."
Her heart fluttered again. "Oh? Got any plans?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Want to go for a ride or something?" The question came out before she could stop herself.
The boy grinned. "Sure."
Lisa told herself it was an innocent invitation. The boy was home alone while his mother was away. His parents were divorced and he hardly ever saw his father. She was just being nice to a young kid. There was nothing wrong with being nice.
It was a perfect day for a ride in the country and they drove in silence with the windows open. The cool breeze felt good, as did the hot looks the boy was shooting her.
She loved being admired. It didn't matter who the man was. Young or old, fat or thin, she loved admiration. It made her feel sexy to be stared at.
On an impulse, she turned onto a little traveled road. She noticed that her skirt had crept up and the boy was staring at her thighs.
She glanced at him. He was leering at her legs. She jerked her skirt down and giggled. "You can look, but don't touch."
"Where are we going?" He grinned proudly, stretching his arm over the back of the seat, his fingers grazing her hair.
"I thought we'd just drive."
"I'm thirsty."
"Me too."
She stopped at a roadside bar. Pete had ice cream and she had a beer. But by now there was an unmistakable undercurrent, and they both knew it.
When they left the bar, they drove a while before stopping at the entrance to a hiking park. "You ever been here before?" he said. "No, have you?" "No."
They walked down one of the trails, hand in hand. Again, she didn't know which one made the first move. But he held her hand tightly and she felt safe and warm and slightly naughty.
When she stopped and bent down to take a pebble from her shoe, she felt his eyes on her ass. She lost her balance and grabbed his arm. When she took a deep breath, she felt her tits bulge up out of her dress.
Suddenly she was in his arms. There wasn't a soul around, but Lisa felt embarrassed just the same.
"I'm okay," she said.
The boy held her for a moment and then released her. "You sure?"
She nodded, smoothing her ponytail. Suddenly he moved forward, paused, and seemed to be thinking. Then he grinned crookedly and took her hand.
She didn't know who initiated the kiss. But her heart fluttered madly. Despite the difference in age they fit well together. Her tits pressed into his chest at just the right level.
With her eyes closed she could pretend Pete was a man and not a teenage boy. She kept her eyes closed and let her tongue slide into his mouth. He seemed surprised, but pleased, and held her in a stronger grip.
"We really shouldn't do this," she murmured, breaking the kiss and trying to push him away.
"Aw, don't," he said.
She stared into his eyes. She saw hunger and need and knew she didn't want to stop. She wanted and needed kissing. She wanted and needed to be held and caressed. And yes, she wanted to be fucked by this randy, hard-cocked boy.
"Let me," he whispered. "I shouldn't." "Why not?"
"You're so young." "I'm no cherry."
"But I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you."
He snickered. "Keep your eyes open." "Fresh."
She felt alive and young and happy as they kissed. The fierce hunger inside her was too strong to resist.
She cursed the time it took to drive back to her place. He sat quietly, but she let her skirt creep up and showed him plenty of leg.
She barely breathed as they entered the house. "I need something," she said as she poured herself some whiskey.
"I really like you," he said, patting her ass.
She finished her drink and waited. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to rip her clothes off and shove her down and fuck her. That way she could tell herself she couldn't help it. She could tell herself he made her do it.
She soon found out it was not to be. "Let's get into bed," she said, taking his sweaty hand.
He followed closely behind her as she climbed the stairs. She closed the bedroom door behind them and turned to face him.
She kissed him. His earlier aggressiveness was just an act. She would have to take the lead. She hugged him to her and kissed his ear.
"Are you scared?" she said.
His eyes were wide. "Hell, no."
She knew he was lying. She turned her back and told him to unzip her dress. She stepped out of the dress and told him to unhook her bra.
When she was naked from the waist up, she turned and let him see her tits. His eyes narrowed as he reached for her.
She stepped back. "Not yet." She kicked her shoes off and stood with her hands on her hips. "Do you like them?"
He licked his lips. "You bet." Her tits jiggled sexily as he stared at them.
"Get these things off," she said, opening his belt buckle and yanking his jeans down to the floor.
He removed his shirt and she kissed his chest. Sweet. Almost hairless, but sweet.
He still wore his shorts. She was becoming anxious. He had seemed so aggressive in the beginning. Now he appeared nervous and uncertain.
"Listen, you're not going to tell your mother about this, are you?" she said. "Jesus, no!'
He clenched and unclenched his fists. She kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her back.
She had to know what he had in his shorts. As they kissed she slid a hand down his belly and touched his crotch. He groaned. He wasn't fully erect, but even half-hard, his cock felt impressive.
"Take your shorts off," she said impatiently.
He looked nervous. "Now?"
She sighed. "Listen, I'm standing here with my tits hanging out. Why can't I see your cock?"
His face was flushed. "Okay."
When she had him down on the bed, she climbed over him and rubbed his prick through his shorts. It was obvious he didn't know how to respond to a mature woman, but there was something sweet about his reticence.
"Don't be nervous."
"I'm not." His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Let me see it," she said, still rubbing him through his shorts.
"I don't think it's hard yet."
At last his fears were out in the open.
"I'll make it hard," she said. "That's half the pleasure for a woman."
She made him stay on his back as she knelt over him. She licked his nipples and kissed his belly as she peeled his shorts down.
His cock wasn't circumcised, and it was even larger than she had anticipated. Seeing the teenager's prick looking so vulnerable made the horny wife's heart pound.
His foreskin hid his cock knob. She pushed it back and clutched his sweet, near-limp cock-shaft.
"You're just nervous," she said. "Just relax. I'll take care of everything."
"Shit!" he muttered under his breath.
She brushed her lips over his chest and tongued his navel. "You are attracted to me, aren't you?"
"Jesus, yes!"
She crouched down and touched her lips to his cock-tip. She held his foreskin back and licked the tip of his cockhead.
The boy took a deep breath. "It'll get hard in a minute."
His prick barely stirred. "I know it will," Lisa said with more bravado than she felt.
She became nervous and hornier than ever. All afternoon she'd been building up to this. And now the boy was too nervous to get it up.
What a dilemma!
Slipping her panties down, she deliberately showed him her pussy. Her cuntlips opened to reveal her inner folds. The teenager gawked, but his cock stayed limp.
"Touch me," she said.
He didn't move. Impatient, she flung her leg over his hip and rubbed herself against him.
Crawling forward, she straddled him and rubbed her pussy against his cock. Soft or not, it was a cock and it felt good on her inflamed cunt.
She thought he might become aroused by her wet cunt. He closed his eyes and groaned, but his cock didn't stir.
Actually it went down. When she began playing with it, it was half-hard. Now it shriveled into nothingness.
"Darling," she whispered.
His face was crimson. "What?" He wouldn't look at her.
"It happens to all men sometimes. If you'll just relax I'll get it hard."
He nodded. "Okay."
She rolled onto her side and used two fingers to hold his foreskin back. As his cockhead popped out she wet it down with the tip of her tongue.
She inhaled his male aroma and tasted his juices. That was a good sign. A steady stream of whitish fuck-glue oozed from his piss-slit.
The next time she licked his cockhead she felt a surge of blood throb in the tip. When she squeezed his balls with her free hand, she felt them pulsate.
"You're coming to life," she said.
He gurgled. "Jesus, are you gonna take it into your mouth?"
"Oh, yes."
He jerked his hips. "Jesus, I don't believe this."
"Believe it," she said, sweating now. This wasn't going to be easy.
She flicked her moist tongue all over his cock-head and shaft. His cock was stiffening. It was coming up slowly, but maybe it would last a long time.
Finally his foreskin stayed pushed back as his cock hardened. She took his entire cockhead into her mouth and wet it down with her saliva. Then she made a ring of her lips and slid it halfway down his throbbing cockshaft.
By now his cock was surging with blood. She licked hungrily, taking his prick into her mouth at intervals.
Thank God! She had turned him on. His cockhead was big and bloated and his balls were swollen with jism.
"Shit, I knew you could do it," he said proudly.
Stopping to take a deep breath, the horny wife eased her lips down his prickshaft and released it.
"You're bigger than I thought," she breathed.
The teenager grinned proudly. "I never had that problem before."
Lisa didn't argue. She pinched the tip of his prick and licked up the spunk in his cock-mouth.
"I want you to fuck me now," she said.
His eyes were wide. He looked terrified. "Sure." He lay still and waited for her to make the next move.
She was dying to have him inside her, but afraid he might lose his hard-on. Murmuring encouragement, she squatted down over him and took his cock inside her.
At the first touch of her pussy against his cock the boy groaned. She raised her ass and released him.
"Just concentrate on the feeling," she said, wiggling her ass and taking his cockhead between her cuntlips.
She directed his cockhead over her clit. Her cuntjuices ran freely, soaking his cockbush and her inner thighs.
"See, there's nothing to be nervous about," she said.
"Jesus Christ!"
She used his cockhead like a vibrator on her clit. She rubbed faster and faster and let the heat and moisture of his cockhead excite her little organ.
She was over-excited from the long day of teasing. Her clit was a bundle of raw nerve-endings and desire. It had never been more erect. The slightest friction on any part of it sent her into spasms of excitement.
She wiggled her ass and rubbed herself against him. The boy thrust himself up to help her.
"Can I put it in?" he gasped.
"Yes, put it in!"
Her fingers shook as she gripped the boy's prickshaft and guided it toward her fuckhole. In her excitement, her hand slipped and she lost her balance. She flopped on top of the boy and one of her tits dropped into his open mouth.
"Suck my tits," she said.
He sucked and licked her tits awkwardly, but delightfully. She tried to stuff his prick into her cunt without success. Her fingers and his prick were slick with her juices. Her frustration mounted.
"Damn it!" she muttered after one more try.
She was taken by surprise when he came. The first spurt of jism hit her right tit. The second hit her on the chin.
"Oh, for God's sake, fuck me!" she cried, climbing over him and grabbing his prick.
She tried desperately to get it inside her. The boy grimaced and bucked his ass. He was no help at all.
After he stopped spurting, his cock quickly deflated. With a moan of frustration the horny wife began masturbating.
She came quickly, but remained horny. She flung herself on top of him and french kissed him. His cock had to get hard again. He had to fuck her. He just had to.
She forced him to suck her tits. He seemed to enjoy it. She climbed between his legs and took his prick back into her mouth. She was determined this time. Determined to get fucked.
She sucked relentlessly, using her tongue on his cock and balls and his asshole. When she licked his assbud, he growled and his cock abruptly stiffened.
"Jesus, that's great!" he cried.
She made him roll onto his belly as she poked her tongue around his shitter.
"Do you like this?" she said.
He groaned. "Yeah."
She held his lean asscheeks open and ran the flat of her tongue up and down his crease. With one hand she felt around for his prick. It was stiffer than before. Without her urging, he climbed to his knees so she could better pump it.
"Lisa?" he said as she tongued his asshole and caressed his prick.
"What, darling?"
"Can we try fucking again?"
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. Holding out her arms, she smiled. "Climb into the saddle, baby. Fuck me!"
He grinned as he mounted her. In a moment his hard cock slid into her steaming cunt. She knew this time it would be good.
Chapter Five
Two weeks later, Lisa dropped in at Fran's to borrow some coffee. She was somewhat disappointed to find that Pete wasn't home. He was busy with basketball practice so the two women began catching up with neighborhood gossip.
They settled down in the living room with cool drinks. Fran sipped hers and paused for breath after a particularly juicy story.
"I've been meaning to thank you for keeping an eye on Pete," she said.
Lisa flushed. "It was nothing. I enjoyed it."
Fran was silent a moment. "Something happened to Pete while I was away. I don't know what it is, but he seems to be more mature or something."
She shrugged and thoughtfully sipped her drink.
"I didn't see that much of him," Lisa stammered.
"Oh, enough talk about kids. Tell me. You've been married before. Are you happy with Don?"
"Yes and no. We have our problems as most couples do."
"Sex, of course."
Lisa nodded, happy to talk about anything but Pete. "I guess I don't have to tell you."
"Men are so dumb. If they'd only admit that the only way to keep things going in bed was to bring some excitement in. Why the hell you two don't swing I don't know."
"Swing? Don would never agree to that."
Suddenly Fran jumped up. "I hear Barney."
Both women listened to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Lisa was disappointed. Barney was Fran's boyfriend. He lived with her and Pete most of the time. The rest of the time he lived with his wife. Fran certainly practiced what she preached.
"I guess we'll have to finish our talk some other time," Fran said.
"Just when it was getting interesting." Lisa began rising up.
"Don't go. Barney likes you."
Barney poked his head around the door. "Greetings." He grinned. He was about to say something when he noticed Lisa. "Hello there," he said in a husky voice.
"I told you he likes you," Fran smiled. "We were just talking about you." She winked at her lover.
"Me?"
"Yeah, I was just telling Lisa about our lifestyle."
He sank down into a chair. "What do you think?" he said, addressing the question to Lisa.
"I'd have to hear more about it," Lisa said. What she didn't say was that she would never agree to Fran's arrangement. It was one thing to be the wife. The wife had status and rights. But the girlfriend had nothing. Except possibly great sex.
"There's nothing much to say," Fran said.
She shot Barney a sexy glance. "We feel if you meet someone you're compatible with, do it. As a matter of fact I'd be willing to share Barney with you right now."
"Share Barney with me?" Lisa said dumbly.
Fran stood up and started across the room. "Yeah, now."
"Where are you going?" Lisa said nervously.
"Upstairs, to bed." Fran winked. "Are you two coming?"
Lisa gazed at her friend and then at Barney. He nodded and blew her a kiss. She took a deep breath. Why not? What could she possibly lose? Rising, she followed Fran upstairs.
"I've never done anything like this," Lisa said, watching Fran undress. "What exactly should I do?"
"Since I'm especially horny, why not start with the two of you working me over."
Lisa blanched. She thought possibly Barney would take turns fucking them. But making love to another woman was another thing entirely.
"This isn't what I had in mind," Lisa said.
"Oh, don't be an ass," Fran said, reaching out and stroking Lisa's arm.
Lisa decided she was right. Why not try it? If she didn't like it she needn't ever do it again.
She had nothing to lose and she might even enjoy it.
She was already excited just watching Fran strip. The blonde's tee-shirt and bra were off and her big tits were swinging free.
Lisa stood still and watched her remove her jeans.
When Fran was down to her bikinis, she groaned. "Do I have to undress you two too?"
Barney chuckled and began undressing. But Lisa stood still until Fran moved to her side and yanked on her blouse.
"Come on," Fran said.
Lisa knew this was a crucial moment. Making love to another woman was almost repulsive to her. On the other hand it was part of life and she was curious about it.
She stood still while Fran unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her tits. "You have great boobs," Fran said.
An electric-like bolt crashed through Lisa's body and she couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure. She knew in that moment that she was embarking on an adventure that she would enjoy immensely. Still, there was something about being touched by another woman that embarrassed her.
She didn't object when Fran removed her bra. She enjoyed the compliments about the size and shape of her tits. She removed her panties herself. She felt less and less self-conscious as the moments ticked by.
Fran was the first to stretch out on the bed. Lisa found her eyes drawn to the blonde's muff. Fran had a thick patch of pussy-fur, barely covering her flaming red pussy-folds that protruded enticingly.
"What now?" Lisa said, her heart pounding with excitement.
Part of her was afraid that Fran would want her to touch her cunt. Another part wanted very much to explore the other woman's pussy and maybe even kiss it.
"Both of you touch me," Fran said, writhing her ass provocatively. She glanced from Barney to Lisa and wrinkled her nose. "Make love to me, guys. Lay your hands on me and make me feel good."
Barney crouched over her and ran his hands knowingly over her lush body. "How's that?" he said. .. "Nice," Fran said, glancing toward Lisa. "I love the way you touch me." Barney stroked her nipples. "Mmmmm, now you're talking."
Lisa gazed at the blonde's nipples. They were beige and rapidly growing larger under Barney's touch. Her own tits tingled and her nipples puckered. She had an urge to not only caress Fran's tits, she had an urge to kiss and lick them.
She had thought about what it would feel like to make love with another woman many times. But the taboo had been so strong she'd never acted on her desire to experiment with lesbian love.
Now Fran's tits were jiggling deliciously only a few inches away. And Barney was mauling them and murmuring things Lisa couldn't quite make out, but which sounded like obscenities.
Lisa climbed onto the bed and took hold of one of Fran's tits. It felt strange and wonderful and Fran beamed as she thrust herself at Lisa's hand.
"I knew you'd like it," Fran said, smiling up at her friend. "You're a natural lady-lover. I can tell."
"How can you tell?" Lisa moved her open palm back and forth over Fran's nipple. "I'm not sure if I like it even now."
"Oh, you like it," Fran smiled. She turned to Barney who was pumping his prick as he stroked her tit.
Lisa was fascinated by Barney's reaction to the scene. He worked his hand down from Fran's tits to her belly and from there to her cunt.
Fran obligingly opened her legs to accept his hand. His fingers slipped inside her crimson-lipped pussy and stroked the damp tendrils of cunt-hair.
Fran drew in her breath as Lisa gawked. Lisa's mouth dropped open when Barney slipped a finger into Fran's cunthole.
"Hey, babe," Fran said to Lisa, "how about kissing my tits?"
Lisa hesitated. The moment of truth had arrived. Could she kiss another woman's tits? Could she even consider it? It felt good touching them. Maybe it would feel even better if she kissed them.
Bending down, she placed her lips against the tip of Fran's nipple. Her pussy spasmed. Fran arched her back and eagerly pushed her tit into her friend's face.
Lisa felt eager now to go further. She wanted to place her moist lips around Fran's puckered nipple. Yes, she wanted it.
Parting her lips, she took Fran's nipple inside her mouth. She felt suddenly hot all over, so the next step was to start sucking. She did just that.
"Hey, you guys, that's okay!" Fran said.
A burst of excitement surged through Lisa's body. She was turning on another woman. That in itself was a kick. But at the time she was turning on herself. That was a bigger kick.
Barney had thoughtfully moved to the side so she was able to move from one tit to the other. Fran wriggled with unconcealed pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, Barney, baby, come here and fuck me." She turned to Lisa. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, I don't think so." Since she had been all but dismissed, she sat back on her haunches to watch.
Barney grinned as he moved into position between Fran's legs. He held his prick in his fist and Fran reached down to help him guide it into her pussy.
Lisa watched, mesmerized by the sight of Barney's prick plunging into Fran's well-oiled pussy. Fran writhed happily.
"Suck my tits some more," she said to Lisa.
Lisa crawled around, planting her ass to the side of Fran's head. Once again she began kissing and licking Fran's tits. Now that she had them all to herself she was able to feast on both nipples. She was amazed at how good it felt, and how few inhibitions she had about committing the sinful act.
As she licked and sucked Fran's tits she watched Barney's prick slide in and out of her pussy. Fran bucked her ass and cried out, but she seemed more excited by Lisa than by Barney's stroking cock.
Lisa's pussy was hot, so hot she realized she was a breath away from climax. It didn't seem possible since no one had really touched her. But when she moved a hand between her legs, she realized her pussy was a swamp of arousal.
Barney had now lowered his head and was sucking in a mouthful of Fran's titflesh.
Lisa scrambled around behind Barney and watched his balls bounce as he stroked into Fran's fuckhole.
Now she could see Fran's wide-stretched dripping pussy. It was amazing how wide open she was. She had to touch it, had to see how it felt. Worming a hand between them, she touched Barney's prick and Fran's drooling cunt.
"Squeeze my nuts," Barney said.
One hand fondling the couple, Lisa gently squeezed Barney's ball-bag. He grunted. She ran a fingertip up and down his asscrack. He growled.
She wondered if Barney would fuck her too. Suddenly, she wanted it all. She wanted to make love to Fran's cunt and she wanted Fran to make love to hers. She wanted to blow Barney and fuck him and she wanted it now.
Just then Barney pulled out of Fran's cunt. He grabbed Lisa's hand and forced one of her fingers into Fran's pussy-lips.
"How's this, babe?" he said with a grin.
"Oooohhhhh, I love it!" Fran squealed.
Lisa couldn't believe she was really doing it. She couldn't believe she was finger-fucking another woman's pussy.
"Shove it up a little higher," Fran said.
Lisa thrust her finger higher up Fran's cunt and used her free hand to caress her brownie.
"My clit!" Fran cried. "Do my clit!"
Since she didn't have a free finger, Lisa withdrew from her cunt and lovingly rubbed her clit. It was a big clit, and when she rubbed it Fran whimpered helplessly.
Fran's ass and hips jerked violently. Her jaw hung open. "Rub it! Bring me off! Rub it!" Her voice was hoarse and desperate.
Suddenly Barney grabbed Lisa's free hand and wrapped it around his prick. "Bring me off," he said.
Lisa found herself incredible busy. With one hand she manipulated Fran's clit and with the other she pumped Barney's cock. Everything was happening so fast. Her mind was a whirl.
Fran came first, drenching Lisa's hand. Barney quickly followed, his cock twitching and jerking as it spewed jism over Lisa's fingers.
Lisa couldn't resist shoving her finger into Fran's pussy as she came. The blonde's cunt closed hungrily around her finger. Moans of delight came from her throat.
When it was over, the couple rested in each other's arms. Lisa blazed with horniness. Who would take care of her?
Fortunately, Fran noted her predicament. She wriggled out of Barney's arms and threw herself at Lisa.
"Now it's your turn," she said. "Lie down and let me make you feel good."
Lisa let herself be lowered onto her back. She let her legs fall open as the blonde crawled between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she said, perfectly aware of what was happening.
Fran's eyes blazed. She ran her hands lovingly up and down the insides of Lisa's thighs. She worked her fingers up to Lisa's pussy.
"What do you think? I'm going to kiss your pussy like it's never been kissed before." Her eyes smoldered. "I'm going to lick your clit until you scream. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes!"
Everything blurred as Barney sat up and moved closer to the women. Lisa's pussy ached for attention and it would soon get it.
Eyes wide and heart pounding, Lisa watched the blonde lower her head toward her quivering cunt. She waited impatiently for the first touch of Fran's tongue on her pussy.
Still, she was stunned when Fran's snake-like tongue touched her pussy-slit. Her tits jiggled wildly and her legs jerked. She clawed at her tits and moaned.
Soon she would come. Another woman would suck the cream out of her pussy. She loved it all. The lewdness of the act. The lashing of Fran's tongue.
And then Barney crawled behind Fran and held her hips. Lisa realized what was happening at once. His cock was hard and he was about to stick it into Fran's asshole. She quivered as Fran wriggled her ass back at him.
Fran moaned into Lisa's cunt as Barney stretched her asshole with two fingers. When he entered her asshole, Fran hungrily gobbled Lisa's cunt-meat.
Lisa rolled her head from side to side as she listened to the smacking sounds as Barney fucked Fran's asshole. The harder he thrust, the more eagerly Fran ate Lisa's pussy.
Lisa's face was hot, and her long dark hair flew wildly around her shoulders. Her stomach muscles tensed up as her orgasm approached.
Barney slammed into Fran's shitter as Fran slithered her tongue into Lisa's cunthole. Each time Barney thrust in, Fran fell forward and devoured Lisa.
The women went wild. Barney didn't speak, but the women whimpered and moaned, and occasionally Fran whispered obscenities.
Fran's mouth was bringing Lisa closer and closer to orgasm. Another minute and she'd be there. Brought to the height of ecstasy by another female.
It was then she met Barney's eyes and she started coming. She twisted around helplessly as the spasms shook her. Powerful contractions ripped through her cunt as Fran continued licking her.
Then almost abruptly, Fran slipped away and Barney took her place. Lisa panted when he entered her. "Fuck me with your big cock!" she yelled. "For God's sake, fuck me with your big cock!"
Chapter Six
As time went by, Lisa tried to gain control of her sexual desires. It wasn't easy. She found herself turned on at the oddest times by the oddest people. It seemed that once she'd begun cheating she just couldn't stop.
Don seemed oblivious to everything. Sometimes she thought he just didn't care. At moments like that she would go on a sexual binge, fucking anything in pants that came along.
After these binges she always became contrite and stayed faithful for a week or two. It never lasted. Don would be sarcastic and refuse to fuck her and she'd be off again on her search for cock.
Young Pete came by often. Sometimes she fucked him. More often she sent him home. Teenage cock was fun, but she preferred grown men like Barney.
She still thought about Chuck, but never ran into him again. No matter. There were always men.
One day, an old friend of Don's showed up without phoning. He needed a place to stay for a few weeks. Lisa didn't object when Don told him to stay as long as he wanted. She liked the company and loved the compliments Norm showered upon her.
As an old friend of Don's, Norm didn't actively flirt with her. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be somewhat in awe of her. But after a few days, as they spent time together, sex began to rear its beautiful head.
One night, Don was working late and Lisa brought Norm an after-dinner drink while she curled up with some wine.
"That was a great dinner," Norm said as he accepted the drink. "You're not only a gorgeous woman, but you're a terrific cook too. How come Don got so lucky?"
She blushed. After Don's indifference it was nice to be appreciated. "I'm not sure he thinks he's so lucky."
"Well, I'll tell him he is. You can be sure of that."
After an hour of idle chatter and several more drinks, Norm yawned. It was still early and they both knew Don wouldn't be home for hours. Norm was the laid-back type and would never come on to her, but Lisa sensed an undercurrent between them.
She was dressed in a robe. It wasn't especially sexy, but Norm complimented her on her figure and again asked how Don got so lucky.
"His first wife was a bitch," he said.
"So I've heard."
He gazed at her intently. "Well, I guess I'll turn in early." He didn't move from his chair.
Finally she rose up and went upstairs.
"It's early, but I'm a little tired," she said. If he wanted to play games she was available, but if he didn't, she wanted to watch television. She kissed him on the cheek. It was a brotherly kiss, but he averted his eyes.
She heard him shower and later, when he went into the guest bedroom, she knocked on the door.
"Anything you need?" she said boldly. She wanted him to know she was available. Why the hell not? He was a man and she was feeling horny.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist and she sensed something rising underneath it. He looked down. She whistled softly. A moment later his arms were around her and they kissed.
"Are you sure Don won't be home any minute?"
She fondled his hair. "Not for hours."
She said nothing as he caressed her tits. She sighed and pressed up against him.
"You're getting me all excited," she said.
"Look what you've done to me."
They both glanced down. The rise under the towel was distinct. They laughed.
"If I'd met you first, Don wouldn't have had a chance."
His fingers played over her tits and finally moved inside her robe. She was naked under the robe. He stared into her eyes.
He eased her down onto the bed and felt around under her robe. "I want you so badly."
"I want you too," she said.
He opened her robe and began kissing her neck and ears. She opened her legs and he moved his face down. He pressed his face into the dampness of her pussy and opened her up with his tongue.
"Oh, my," she sighed. "You certainly don't waste any time."
She was terribly aroused now. Her cuntlips were puffed up and wet. She tangled her fingers in his hair and surrendered to his lips and tongue. Her reaction excited him.
"Don's a good friend," he said. "This really isn't right."
"It's a little late for that," she said. "If you stop now, I'll yell rape."
He chuckled. "You'd do it too."
"You bet."
He lay down by her side and she reached for him with feverish eagerness. They kissed. She trembled and felt him tremble too.
The towel was still tied around his waist. She opened the knot and moved her hand between his legs. She felt him. She felt his balls and his cock and his muscular thighs.
"I've never done this before," she lied.
"I guess we just couldn't help ourselves."
"Don need never know."
"I sure in hell won't tell."
She squeezed his prick. It felt good. She stroked his balls. He groaned and licked her tits.
He undressed her and kissed her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She knew he was going to be a good lover. She could always tell. Yes, Norm would be a good cocksman.
"You can fuck me any time you're ready," she said. "Now?" "Yes."
"Let me touch you here." He thrust a finger into her cunt. She parted her legs and he climbed into the saddle of her thighs.
Shuddering, she lay back and waited for him to penetrate her. "You've got a good touch."
"You've got a sweet pussy."
She whimpered. "Oh, God, your finger feels good."
"Does your cunt grab a cock like it grabs my finger?" "I think so."
She threw her arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed her tits. He rubbed his cock up and down her cuntlips to moisten the tip. She pulled his head down and french-kissed him.
She writhed with excitement when he finally fit his cockhead to the mouth of her cunt. He kissed her lips and throat and tits.
"I won't hurt you," he said.
Lisa almost laughed out loud. He believed she was a faithful wife who just this once couldn't resist his charms.
She wanted him to ram his cock into her, but she didn't want to disillusion him by being too aggressive. She forced herself to act passive, wiggling around under him and saying nothing for the time being.
"You're so beautiful," he said, sliding his cock back and forth between her cuntlips.
"You can stick it in if you want to," she said.
"I don't know," he said, burying his face between her big tits.
His cock rested between her thighs. She enjoyed being kissed and caressed, but she wanted him inside her.
She felt the heat of his cockhead and the pulsating of his prickshaft. "I'm scared!" she wailed for effect.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry!"
But he was too excited to stop. With one thrust he was in her. Her cunt stretched wide around his thick cock-root. She felt her pussy contract around his cock and she tossed her head back.
"Oh, Lord, it's too late!"
"I couldn't help it," he whispered, kissing her lips and throat and tits as he fucked her. "I just couldn't help it, darling."
She pretended to weep, flashing him a brave smile when his cockshaft rasped against her clit.
"I can't help myself," she said. "It feels so good."
"Oh, honey." He kissed her soft and willing mouth and she clung to him and kissed him back.
He pumped into her while he licked her nipples. Lisa tried to look innocent. She whimpered helplessly as she kissed him back.
"I just can't help myself," she said, squirming her hips slightly. Even as she spoke, her velvety smooth pussy hugged his prick.
"You're so sweet," he said. "So sweet and tight."
They lay still for a moment without moving. His cock stayed inside her, but she couldn't resist squeezing it with her cunt.
"Bad girl," he said.
"What did I do?" she asked, her eyes wide.
She knew full well what she was doing even as she feigned innocence. She rhythmically squeezed his prick with her strong pussy-muscles.
She used her cunt like a leather glove. Her pussy contracted again and again, working over his cockshaft like a second skin.
He groaned as he started pumping. Lisa's clit responded to the steady pressure. She rode with him while a steady wave of thrills ran up and down her spine.
Her breathing quickened. She grabbed his asscheeks and clawed at his flesh. He panted too as he thrust his prick into her slick cunthole. Faster and faster, he entered her. She wanted it to last forever.
Her ass was tilted up off the bed. Her pussy was wrapped so tightly around his prick she could feel every pulsing of his cockmeat.
He kissed her lips and ears and throat and tits. He fluttered his tongue mindlessly into her ear and breathed rapidly.
"I can't help it," she whimpered. "I'm so close. So close. Don't stop fucking me. Ah, there! Oh, God, don't stop."
He pulled his prick back and left only his cockhead inside her tight cuntlips. He plunged it again and just as abruptly pulled back.
When she came, she lost all control, losing herself completely in her raging orgasm. She thrust her pussy at his surging cock.
She felt him shudder. His stiff cock speared her as he clamped his lips over hers and came inside her.
Her hips rolled as he filled her cunt with spunk. He continued spurting for several moments and she panted with ecstasy as she clung to him.
At the end he sighed, hugged her and kissed her tits. The whole room smelled of sex. It permeated the bed and everything around them.
The next morning when Don left for work, Norm came up behind her in the kitchen and caught her around the waist. She turned to face him. He pulled her against him and kissed her.
She began unbuttoning his shirt at once. She moved her hands over his muscular chest. She felt exhilarated, no longer willing to pretend innocence.
"I feel like a real shit," he murmured in her ear.
"Don't," she said, pressing her body against his.
"I can't help it. Don's a good guy and here I am having an affair with his wife right under his roof."
"Neither of us could help it," she said. She felt strong and weak and helpless and wonderful.
"Yeah, I guess so." He untied her robe and in a moment the garment fell to her feet.
In a matter of minutes they were in bed, wrapped in each other's arms and exchanging hot kisses. Lisa drew back and took a deep breath.
"You're a swell kisser," she said. "I love the way you use your tongue."
"You're driving me crazy." His hands were all over her as they kissed.
She sprawled out recklessly, her legs open and inviting. Norm rolled onto his belly and showered kisses down her body.
He nibbled and licked the jutting peaks of her nipples. He tongued her navel and the velvety insides of her thighs.
She twisted and squirmed, trying to capture his tongue with her pussy. It was wonderful having a lover here in the house. What a treat to awaken and get laid by a man who wanted to please her!
Norm gazed at her body with awe. He kissed her round belly and tasted her pussy. She opened her legs wider still and shivered when he lashed her cuntpulp with his tongue.
She moaned hoarsely when he licked her clit. She settled down for a good long clit-lick, but he had other ideas.
She tried to hide her disappointment when he stopped licking her clit.
"Don't worry," he said. Turning around, he dropped his prick over her face as he buried his own face in her snatch.
Sixty-nine! she thought. My favorite number!
She gazed up at his cock and balls. Her mouth watered. She sucked his cock between her lips and felt her whole body come alive.
He pumped his hips and fucked her mouth. As he pumped, his tongue made contact with her cunt.
This is the way it's supposed to be, she thought. Mutual pleasure. Yummy.
The couple sucked and licked and slurped in unison. The only sounds to be heard were lips and tongues making contact with excited flesh.
Lisa's cunt was still stimulated from the night before. She nursed lovingly on his prick while her cunt contracted around his tongue.
When Norm asked her to stop blowing him, she rolled around and began kissing him all over. She bathed him with her saliva. He lay still while she kissed his underarms and cockbush and the underside of his balls.
When she reached up to kiss his mouth, he drew her into his arms and held her there. Reaching down, he fingered her clit. She moaned and opened herself to him.
"I'm sure gonna miss you when I'm gone," he said.
"I'll miss you too."
"It's better that way. I still feel guilty." "Don't," she said dryly. "You weren't the first."
"I kind of figured that," he said, sliding on top of her and pushing her legs open.
"When did you figure that out?"
He probed his prick against the slick folds of her pussy. "The way you fucked. You're a wild woman."
She yelped when he pushed his prick-knob against her asshole. "Give a girl a little notice."
He chuckled when she tried squirming away. He held her down and pressed harder. "Don't tell me you don't take it in the ass."
She held her breath as his prick entered her asshole. She loved the initial penetration. She loved having her asshole stuffed with cock.
"I take it everywhere." "Oh, baby, do you ever!" As he began pumping, all her sensations fused into one lovely feeling. At moments like this she was certain she was oversexed.
Who cares? she thought. She wriggled her asshole on his cock and settled down to find her pleasure.
Chapter Seven
Lisa was beginning to have regrets. The boy whose cock and balls she was washing had seemed to know the score when they met an hour ago in a gas station. Now he had just admitted he never sucked pussy.
"I thought you said you were seventeen," she said.
The boy, whose name was Buddy, gazed hotly at her. "I am."
"Well, how come you're so big and strong and come on like such a hotshot, but you've never gone down on a girl?"
He licked his lips as she soaped his hairy legs. "I'm not pussy-whipped," he said.
Jesus! she thought. A Neanderthal man.
"I'll teach you," she said, watching his cock bob and weave. "As long as you're willing to learn. You did say you were willing?"
"Yeah, if none of the guys find out."
The guys were the other boys who worked at the station. One of them, a burly kid named Josh, was coming over later. Lisa wondered if he'd ever licked a cunt. If not, she would teach him too.
"What do you do to girls while they blow you?" she said.
The shower-spray cascaded over the teenager's head, causing his thick curly hair to cling to his forehead. He grinned.
"I fuck 'em."
Lisa lathered his balls. "When's the last time you showered?"
The grin disappeared from his face. "Yesterday."
"Bullshit!"
She wondered what Don would say if he could see her washing a teenage boy in his shower. Say, hell, he'd kick her out without a dime and hire a lawyer fast.
Now Lisa moved her soapy fingers over Buddy's prick. She was going to teach him how to go down on a woman. She drove all thoughts of Don from her mind. Feeling guilty didn't add to her pleasure.
Having Norm around the house had spoiled her. He stayed three weeks and by the time he left he was madly in love with her.
Once, he even tried to convince her to divorce Don and marry him. But Lisa was no fool. She knew that his ardor would cool once they were married. At least with Don she knew what she had.
Now she straightened up and looked Buddy straight in the eye as she soaped his cock. "You can wash my pussy if you like." "Huh?"
She groaned. "Jesus, don't you know that sex is a two way street?"
She sat down on the floor of the tub and lifted her hips up so that her pussy gaped open. The boy crouched down, soaped up his hands and paused.
"Go ahead," she said. "I'm all open." The boy flushed. "I can't." She touched herself and he dropped the soap. "Go on," she said soothingly. "I won't bite you."
He moved a trembling hand to her cunt and touched her. She felt her heart quicken.
"I won't let you fuck me until you eat me," she said.
His fingers sank into her pussy.
"See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
He stared at her cunt as he washed her. His cock stiffened. She reached for him, took the soap from his hand and lathered up his balls. She squeezed his cockshaft. It was hard. Excitingly hard.
"You'll let me fuck you, won't you?" he said.
"If you eat me."
"Aw, shit!"
"Listen, if you want to please a woman you've got to go down on her."
"The guys'll shit."
"They need never know."
"What about Josh?" He looked suspicious. He'd heard her invite his friend over.
"What I do with Josh is my business."
"You're married, aren't you?" he said, still soaping her cunt.
"Yes, why?"
He smirked. "Your husband must be a real asshole."
She bristled. "He is not!"
"Yeah, well you're fooling around with my prick right now while he's breaking his balls somewhere. In my book that's an asshole."
"Your book is different from mine."
"Listen, lady, my skin is drying out. Can we get out of here and fuck?"
The subject seemed to be changed. Lisa was glad. She didn't like hearing Don described as an asshole. And he wasn't. He simply didn't suspect what she was up to.
She insisted on drying Buddy off. She knelt before him and paid special attention to his cock and balls. He seemed to enjoy the attention. His cock had lost some of its stiffness, but it was clean. Before she washed him he had smelled like a goat.
When he was dry, she led him to the bed. She was still wet, but she climbed over the boy and kissed him.
"Lovely," she said, rolling over onto her back and letting her legs fall open. "Kiss me here," she said, prying her cuntlips open.
The teenager groaned. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered.
"Act like a man," she said, feeling desperate. She was in the mood to have her pussy licked.
Looking unhappy, the boy climbed over, licked his lips nervously and took a deep breath. Lisa pulled her knees back to her tits to reveal her entire slick pussy.
He muttered under his breath, lowered his head and kissed one of her hairy cuntlips.
"Aw, shit, it's full of hair!" he said, wiping his mouth vigorously.
"So's your cock and balls, but I'm going to take them in my mouth."
His face changed. "You are?" When she nodded, he grinned. "Jesus, well, okay, I'll try."
He flicked his tongue-tip up and down her pussy-slit. His touch was tentative at first.
"Lick my clit," she said, fighting the urge to grab his head and push it between her legs.
"Jesus, lady, I don't know." He licked her clit a few times.
"Not so fast," she said. "If I wanted a vibrator I'd buy one."
He licked more gently. A tingle of pleasure raged through her.
When she met the boy at the gas station, she thought he was a stud. Well, you can never tell. He looked tough and sexy, but once she got him home it was quickly apparent he was relatively inexperienced.
And why did he have to ask about Don? She still felt guilty when she thought about cheating on her husband.
Now Buddy's hesitant tongue brought a jolt to her cunt.
"It's leaking," he said.
"That's cuntjuice," she said. "When a woman get excited she expels cuntjuice. That's what makes it easy to get a cock in there. Don't you know anything?"
He smirked proudly. "I know plenty, but I'm not pussy-whipped."
She felt feverishly aroused and decided not to argue with him. He was a kid and not too bright. But he had a big cock and a slick tongue. Once she had her fill of him she'd send him away.
Then she remembered another boy was arriving later. Josh was a different type. Older. Maybe as old as eighteen. Two boys in one day. Just thinking about it made her horny.
"Fuck me now," she said.
Looking relieved, he crawled over her and took his cock in his fist. "Open up," he said.
She held her tits out to him. "Kiss them. Kiss them first."
He dropped his prick. It swung back and forth like a club as he sucked one of her tits into his mouth. She felt his tongue lash the tip and she sighed happily.
She squirmed her ass and reached between them for his prick. She just wanted to feel it. To reassure herself that it was hard and thick and ready to ram into her pussy.
She wanted to feel it penetrating her. She loved having a big cock slice in and out of her cunt. As she toyed with the knob of his prick the boy groaned.
"What the matter?" she said. "You're not about to come, are you?"
"No, not yet."
"Do you want me to suck your cock first? Lie down and I'll do it."
He rolled over on his back. A moment later, she was sucking his cock and he was lying back with his eyes closed. Look at him, she thought. God, they love getting blown.
They took turns. She sucked his cock for a few minutes and then he licked her cunt. Finally, she landed on her back and pushed her long hair out of her face. She took his cock in her hand and shoved it against her pussy.
Instead of pushing it in, he climbed over her and rammed it into her mouth. It landed in the back of her throat and while she struggled to breathe she massaged his balls with her fingertips.
The boy began thrusting. She twisted her head back. "Stick it here," she said, pointing to her pussy.
Pulling her knees back, she opened herself to him. He sat back on his haunches and stared at her dripping cunt.
She became impatient. "Oh, for God's sake, fuck me!"
Eyes down, he fumbled with his prick and finally moved it to her cunt-opening. She swore never to pick up a young kid again. Her eyelids fluttered when he finally entered her.
He gasped when her pussy clutched his cock. "Yeah, right!"
He thrust wildly. Too wildly. Lisa knew he wouldn't last long the way he was bucking and weaving.
She tried to slow him down. She felt his cock grow stiffer inside her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
"Slow down!" she hissed.
But he wasn't listening. His cock dipped wildly into her depths and try as she might she couldn't stop him.
"Fuck!" he grunted, stabbing his cockmeat into her slick cunt.
She slammed her heels against his back. "Not so fast!"
She arched her back, rubbing herself against his stroking cock. Her ass danced wildly, almost off the bed.
"I'm coming!" he yelled.
"No!"
He crashed into her, so deep inside she thought he would rip her apart. That part of it was good. She liked aggressive fucking.
She exploded then. Her cunt contracted around him and they came together. He rammed into her like a bull. Her pussy squeezed him with powerful spasms. The pungent aroma of his jism floated up to her nostrils.
He still rammed her, but more slowly now. He trembled one last time before sinking down on top of her and burying his face against her tits.
"Not bad," she whispered, stroking his hair and holding him against her.
"Jesus, I never felt anything like it," he gasped.
"But you said you fucked around a lot."
"I never fucked a girl like you." She smoothed his damp hair off his face. "I'm a woman, baby." "Jesus, yeah."
His heart raced and she let him rest, but when she saw what time it was she shifted her weight around. Josh would be here soon and she wanted time to clean up before he arrived. * * * As it happened Josh never showed up.
It was Don's bowling night, and he phoned to say he'd catch a sandwich at the coffee shop next to the bowling ally. Lisa had a sandwich and a cold beer, and when the kitchen was straightened up she went upstairs to get comfortable.
She climbed into an old nightgown and washed her face. She almost looked forward to an evening alone.
She wondered what had happened to Josh. After Buddy left, she waited and waited. Of course, all that anticipation had turned her on and she'd been thinking about sex all evening.
The more you get, the more you need, she thought. She flicked on the television and was about to climb into bed when the front doorbell rang.
When she opened the door, she remembered her shabby old nightgown and stepped back.
"Why, Josh, what are you doing here?"
"I had to do something for my boss before," he said. "I just came by to tell you."
"Come on in," she said, tugging at his hand.
He dropped his eyes as he entered the house. "I guess your husband's home."
"No, he's not. Come on in."
The boy stared at her tits through her nightgown. Lisa felt uneasy. What if he didn't find her attractive with her face scrubbed.
She brought him into the den and told him to sit down. "What are you doing here now?"
Her old nightgown didn't hide her curves. He rose up and started toward the door.
"I guess I'll leave. I just came by to tell you-" He bit his hp.
"Oh, sit down," she said. Her nipples had erected and were pushing against her nightgown. Now that he was here she didn't have the heart to send him away. "My husband is bowling, so you needn't worry."
The boy nodded and sank back on the sofa. "I tried to make it."
The horny brunette took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding. Despite the wild fuck with Buddy she felt herself turning on again.
"I know," she whispered meaningfully.
Sitting down next to the boy, she reached out and touched his hair. She was surprised, but pleased when he grabbed her arm and kissed her hand.
"I know why you asked me here," he said.
He turned her hand over and kissed the palm. The feel of his lips made her pussy throb. She closed her eyes.
"Of course you do," she said dully. "Now that you're here, let's do it." She was beginning to feel like a whore.
"I'll leave if you want."
She looked at him. He looked so sweet and young. And clean. At the gas station he'd been covered with grease. It was obvious he'd made an effort to clean up for her.
Without thinking, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. She sucked his lips hungrily. He clung to her hand as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. She drank down his spit and he drank down hers.
"How old are you anyway?" she said.
"Eighteen."
"Liar!"
He smiled. "Almost."
She moved her hand over his chest. She pulled his tee-shirt out of his jeans and ran her fingers over his bare skin.
They lay down together on the sofa and embraced. Her nightgown rode up and his hands were all over her.
"If I'd known you were coming I'd have dressed up."
"I don't care. I'd rather you undressed."
She kissed and licked his nipples. Two boys in one day. Oh, Lord, and I'm hot all over again!
She wasted no time in opening his fly. She brought his prick out, hiding her disappointment. It was limp.
She caressed it as they french-kissed. As their tongues dueled she gently jerked his cock.
It quickly grew hard and big. Bigger than she anticipated. "Listen, we can't take too long," she said. Don had said something about coming home early. She couldn't afford to take much time with the kid.
My whole life is crazy, she thought as she dropped to the floor between Josh's legs and sucked his prick into her mouth.
She took his cock all the way into her throat. His cockhead wedged against her tonsils. She released it slowly.
Without a word, she climbed over him. She lifted her nightgown to her waist and squatted over his prick.
"Put it in," she said.
The teenager grimaced as he guided his prick into her cunt. It went in easily and she hovered over him, squirming around as she settled down.
She moved up and down, squeezing his cock with her cunt. She took his hands and moved them over her tits.
With an impatient gesture, she pulled her nightgown over her head, and for the first time she boy saw her naked body.
He clutched her tits with both hands and she bent down to feed them to his mouth.
"Quick!" she hissed. "Let's finish up."
For the first time in months she didn't get off on the fucking. For she found herself thinking about Don when the boy came and her orgasm eluded her. Oh, damn, she thought. She'd have to use her vibrator after the boy left. She could get off with that, but a cock was so much better. Why did she always have so much trouble with sex?
Chapter Eight
Lisa tossed her robe onto a chair and finished unpacking. She wasn't anxious to go downstairs. Spending their vacation with Don's brother and his wife wasn't her idea of fun.
She showered and washed her hair. The hot water turned cold in the middle of her shower. Gary and Myra had a cottage near a lake. Nothing worked right and they didn't seem to care. It was just a place they used for weekends and vacations.
She shivered as she rinsed off under the icy spray. Afterward, she powdered herself carefully and dabbed perfume over her body. She was feeling horny and she tried to suppress it. She wouldn't mind getting fucked right at that moment, while she was fresh from the shower. She imagined herself riding a thick cock. Sometimes she couldn't care less who the cock belonged to. What she wanted was a thick slab of fuckmeat sliding in and out of her tender cunt, her pussylips grabbing at it, her cunt a hairy mouth sucking off a fat throbbing prick. Forget it, she thought. Thinking about it would get her nowhere.
Don had gone off fishing early this morning. She heard Gary down in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Gary did all the cooking in their family and Myra was always disappearing, doing her own thing.
She would have preferred a more exotic vacation, but Don insisted his brother's cottage was good enough. There was no use arguing. Don made the money and money was power. But she hated the rickety cottage and the muddy lake and everything about it, and she was determined to have a rotten time.
She automatically reached for her jeans and soiled tee-shirt. Why not dress like a slob? Everyone else around here did.
Actually, she liked Gary and Myra. Gary was older than Don, and he had all of Don's good traits. He had a terrific sense of humor and a heart of gold. But since she and Don weren't getting along, being with his family made her uncomfortable.
Now she brushed her long hair over her shoulders until it shone. She made up carefully and gazed at herself. Shrugging, she peeled her tee-shirt off and slipped into a fresh one.
Gary flirted with her outrageously whenever they visited back and forth. She'd never taken him seriously before, but now she wondered if he was really attracted to her.
When she was dressed, she went down to the kitchen. Gary was scrambling eggs and when she entered the room he turned to her with a smile.
Though she'd been alone with her brother-in-law many times, today she felt somewhat strange. Maybe it was because she'd been living such a wild life lately. Maybe for the first time she was looking at Gary as a man and potential lover and not just as Don's brother.
They chatted as they ate. For some reason Lisa felt a little spark of anticipation. Myra had gone off to the village to help a friend who was selling ceramics. Lisa suddenly became aware that she and Gary had the cottage to themselves.
When the coffee pot was empty, Gary rose up to fix some more. As he poured coffee into the top of the pot, she moved up behind him and took the pot from his hand.
"Let me do something," she said. He stepped back, but she could feel him staring at her ass.
"It's kind of nice to see a woman doing that," he said. "Myra hates anything to do with cooking."
"I'm not crazy about it myself." "How come you didn't go fishing with Don?"
She turned to him and grimaced. "Fishing? It's not my style."
He nodded and pulled on his lower lip. "It's not my style either."
When the fresh coffee was brewed, she filled their cups and sat down at the table. There seemed to be an undercurrent in the air and it was making her nervous.
"You and Myra seem so happy," she blurted.
"She's a good kid."
"So are you."
"I wish she was a little more like you." "Me?"
"She's a good woman, but she could use a little glamour."
Lisa realized his eyes had changed. They seemed to be trying to say something to her without words.
"I thought you liked the outdoors type," she said.
"Sometimes I do, and Myra's a great companion, but sometimes a man wants something else." He flushed and shoved his fists in his pockets.
Lisa was speechless. Gary had never complained about his wife before. And why did he look so peculiar? He gazed at her now with something like adoration in his eyes.
As usual when she didn't understand something, she pretended it didn't exist. She pretended it was warm in the kitchen and carried her coffee to the living room. She hadn't expected Gary to follow her, but in a moment he was there beside her.
"Mind if I sit here?" he said.
The sofa was small and his thigh touched hers, but she nodded and made room for him. Her coffee sat untouched as they chatted.
Gary did most of the talking. She barely listened. He was giving her a message, even though he was talking about his business and the boat he was buying. It was a message she frequently got from men, but she'd never expected it from Gary.
The words poured out of her before she thought them through. "Listen, Gary, something funny is going on with us."
"Yeah, I know."
"What is it?"
He shrugged. "Damned if I know."
Her feet were bare and she curled her toes as she stared straight ahead at the wall. She turned to him and smiled.
"If you weren't Don's brother I'd say you had a crush on me."
He frowned. "Maybe I do."
"Oh, God!"
Neither spoke for a while. "That's heavy," she said. "I know."
"Don and I have our problems." Her voice was soft and uncertain.
He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. "That's obvious."
She clung to his hand without looking at him.
"But you and Myra have been married so long and are so compatible."
He kissed her hand lightly and held it against his thigh. "What I'm feeling now has nothing to do with Myra or Don."
"Oh, Gary, what'll we do?"
He put his arm around her shoulder. "I don't know."
Lisa knew she ought to get up and leave the room. She knew she ought to, but she couldn't. The feel of Gary's arm around her was too nice. When he leaned down, she didn't move. His mouth came down slowly and she parted her lips and waited.
Oh, God, she thought as he kissed her gently.
She opened her lips hungrily and let him kiss her deeply. This was different from all the other times she cheated on Don. This was family. But, oh, how good Gary's hand felt on her belly. And how warm and right his lips felt on hers.
Turning her body, she melted against him. Her tits rubbed his chest as they kissed again and again.
"I never expected this to happen," he said, his lips hot and exciting against her mouth.
She closed her eyes when he nibbled her earlobe and throat. "Me too," she said.
"I swear I've never ever cheated on Myra." His fingers were on her thigh.
"I don't know what to say." And she didn't. She was struck dumb.
"You smell so good and your skin's so soft. Ever since Don married you I've thought about kissing you and touching you all over." His lips brushed her hair.
"What if Myra comes back?" she said. "Or Don?"
"Kiss me. They won't be back for hours."
"Oh, Gary!" She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When he shyly slithered his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly accepted it.
He kissed her more aggressively now and his ardor took her breath away. He rubbed her thighs through her jeans. She was sorry suddenly she hadn't worn a skirt.
She didn't struggle when he pushed her down on the sofa and hovered over her. "I've got to have you," he said.
"I don't know what to say."
"I'll take care of everything." He touched her tits with trembling fingers. "I'll take care of everything."
She had no idea what he meant, but she lay passively and let him pet and stroke her. It felt good to be taken care of. There was something comforting and sweet about being in Gary's arms. He had many of Don's traits, but more than that he was gentle and loving and Don was neither of those things anymore.
"I'm scared," she murmured, her face buried in his shoulder.
"Me too," he said, stroking her all over.
Between them they peeled her jeans down and he wedged his hand between her legs. Suddenly she pushed him away.
"Stop! This is crazy."
He soothed her with a kiss and rubbed his hand over her mound. When his finger touched her cunt, she stopped struggling.
"You're so juicy and sweet," he said, working his finger up and down her cuntslit. "Take your shirt off, honey."
Lisa wanted to obey. She wanted to rip her tee-shirt off and throw herself against him. But something stopped her. What if Don returned? What if Myra walked in unexpectedly?
Still, her hips moved rhythmically as he stroked her pussy. How could she resist the finger that was touching her most intimate places.
He rubbed her clit and her cunt-folds and dipped his blunt fingertip into her cunthole. She writhed against the pillows and forgot her misgivings for the moment.
When her tee-shirt was off, he dropped his lips to her tits. She sighed happily and yanked her bra off.
He licked the tips of her nipples and tongued all around them until both tits were wet with his saliva. Then he licked from the outside in and she trembled with lust.
She cradled his head and encouraged him. Her hands weren't idle. She managed to bring his prick out and stroke it while he caressed and kissed her.
The smell of her turned-on pussy wafted up to her. She whipped her ass up and down to meet his caresses.
"Honey, you're so delicious," he said.
It had been so long since Don had spoken to her with such tenderness. That was the trait that Don lacked, and it added so much to sex.
"Do you think I'm awful?" she said.
He slowly kissed one nipple and then the other. He stared into her eyes and smiled. "I think you're wonderful."
He sank his mouth down to her belly and kissed her navel.
If he goes one inch further I'll die, she thought.
Of course he did. Soon he was nibbling and kissing her thighs and the inferno between her legs.
She grabbed his hair and cried out. His lips were hot and urgent and she was so ready and ripe. It took barely a touch to make her come, and afterward she felt all her strength drain away.
He continued tirelessly kissing and nibbling her pussy and thighs. He used his tongue in a way that drove her crazy.
"I love your pussy," he said, sounding almost shy.
His warm breath on her cunt made her tremble. "Oh, Gary, let me make love to you."
"Soon, honey." He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.
Her head was wedged hard against the arm of the sofa. One foot dangled on the floor. None of that mattered. She had never felt so loved.
She stroked the nape of his neck as he kissed her dripping cunt. She pushed herself at him without shame.
How he used his tongue and lips and teeth!
Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if he made love to Myra with such zeal.
My brother-in-law is eating me and I don't even feel guilty, she thought.
What she felt was happy. She watched his head moving between her legs. She watched his tongue as he vibrated it over her clit. She lost track of her orgasms. She floated along in a haze of sweet ecstasy.
"Okay, honey, now I'm going to fuck you," he said, sitting up and climbing out of his pants.
"Oh, Gary!"
She reached out and grabbed his prick in her fist. She pushed it against her cunt, but in her excitement it slipped away.
He took it from her and wedged it against her cunt. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of this."
They strained together. Lisa felt faint with excitement and fear.
Don't come back yet, she thought, picturing Don's face if he should discover them.
As Gary entered her, he kissed her and she went weak with passion. His hot desire for her sent her reeling. Even if Don walked in now it wouldn't matter. What she and Gary had was good and somehow innocent, no matter what society said.
As his cock slid in and out of her, she tilted her ass up and draped her legs over his shoulders. He kissed her tits and murmured endearments.
"What we're doing isn't wrong," he said.
"I don't care any more."
She beat her heels on his back and welcomed his cock inside her depths. The old sofa creaked with every thrust. He stroked fast and deep and his face mirrored his excitement.
His lips melted her tits and his fingers dug into her ass. "I don't want it to end," he said.
"We can do it again."
He shook his head sadly. "I don't think so."
"Oh, Gary, why?"
He stopped thrusting, but his prick pulsated inside her. He stroked her hair lovingly. "Because, honey, if we do I don't think I can ever stop."
She wriggled her ass. He sounded serious and she became frightened. "Don't let's talk," she said.
When he kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth greedily. When he talked like that, it almost sounded as if he loved her. She was so confused.
She stopped thinking as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and squirmed her ass. The bulging head of his prick throbbed inside her. She squeezed down against it and he groaned and stopped to rest.
"My sweet Lisa," he said.
She held him tightly, but didn't answer. She wanted to tell him to fuck and not talk, but didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Holding his ass, she encouraged him to stroke more rapidly. He thrust in with powerful lunges and she felt as if she were being torn apart.
The constant friction on her clit was pushing her over the edge. Flames of passion licked around her pussy and his prick. If this was to be the one time they made love, let it be the best fuck he ever had.
She came then and she screamed as the ecstasy raged through her. He roared as men do and didn't move for a moment.
She knew her pussy felt like a hundred sharp teeth on his cock. She could see by his expression that he was about to explode.
When his cock burst and he came inside her, she was shocked at how fierce he became. His cock slashed her and he bit her tits until the pain became overwhelming.
Then it was over and he cradled her in his arms and kissed her lovingly. The animal part of his nature was again hidden from view and he became the sweet Gary she knew and admired.
They dressed quickly. They'd been lucky so far. It would be a shame to be caught now, when it was all over.
"I think I'll go down to the lake," Gary said. Suddenly he wore a pained expression.
Lisa stopped, one leg in her jeans and her tits jiggling with each breath she took.
"You're not sorry, are you?" she said.
He shook his head, but looked grim nevertheless. "No, but I feel like a shit," he said.
I don't, she thought as he disappeared outside. I feel just fine.
Chapter Nine
Don knew the moment he saw her. When he walked into the cottage a half hour later, her glowing eyes confirmed his suspicions.
She hesitated in the doorway to the kitchen. She had dressed quickly after Gary left. Now she wondered if Don could smell fucking on her or in the air.
He had returned early because he'd forgotten his bait. She asked if he wanted something to eat. His nostrils flared.
"Did you have a good time seducing my brother?"
"Seducing-what?" Her voice was a gasp.
"Don't take me for a fool."
How could he know? Even the smell, if there was a smell, didn't prove anything. How could he be sure. She had to deny it and quickly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
She turned to the sink and picked up a plate. He moved behind her and forced her to turn around.
"Is Gary a better fuck than me?" he snarled. "Did he make you happy, you little slut?"
Lisa's dismay quickly turned to rage. How dare he? How dare he accuse her of something he knew nothing about?
"You're acting crazy," she said, trying to walk around him.
He slammed her back against the sink. "Is his cock big? How about his tongue? Did he use his tongue on you?"
She forced herself to breathe. "I don't know what you're talking about, but that's your brother you're accusing."
His face changed and he released her arm. His shoulders sagged. She was about to slip away when he grabbed her.
"You know it sort of turns me on to think maybe you and Gary were-" He paused, his eyes boring into her.
She saw the burst of desire in his face and it excited her. "If it turns you on, why don't you do something about it?" she said.
"Maybe I will," he said, moving toward her.
She backed away, but not soon enough. She remembered, too late, that her pussy still dripped with Gary's jism.
"Listen, I'm not in the mood," she said. "Anyway, Myra might be back any minute. It'd be embarrassing for her to find us in bed."
He grabbed her with strong arms and held her tightly against him. "I guess Myra knows we fuck," he drawled. "We're married, aren't we?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then what's the matter, kiddo? You're always complaining that I don't fuck you the way you want. Now I want to give you a nice diddle in the middle of the day. You don't look too happy. Did Gary wear you out?"
"Oh, Don!" She tried to struggle out of his arms, but it was no use. He was much too strong.
He picked her up effortlessly and swung her around as he moved toward the bedroom. She had forgotten how strong he was and how powerful his arms were.
Her neck snapped back when he dropped her onto the bed. "Stay there," he said sternly as he returned to the kitchen.
She had no intention of leaving. Suddenly the whole situation was exciting. So what if she was still wet from the fuck with Gary? They were brothers. Let their spunk mingle inside her cunt.
She lay sprawled out on the bed and listened to Don moving around in the kitchen. No doubt he was fixing them drinks. Sure enough, when he returned her had a glass in each hand.
"Open up your legs and take those damn jeans off," he said.
She quickly obeyed. "Yes, dear," she said meekly.
He handed her a drink. "Drink it all down," he said, and when she protested, he held her by the hair and poured the burning liquid down her throat.
She sputtered and choked as the straight whiskey went down, but there was nothing she could do but swallow it.
"That was straight!" she hissed, the last few drops dribbling down her cleavage.
"Lie down and shut up," he said as he undressed.
It suddenly occurred to Lisa that she was about to get fucked by two men within an hour and those men were brothers. She had never felt more desirable. Even though Don was treating her roughly she could see the love in his eyes. And Gary had made no attempt to hide his feelings for her.
She was surprised to find herself very horny. I'm a whore in my heart, she thought when Don climbed onto the bed and pried her legs apart.
In a moment her panties were off and Don was gazing at her damp pussy. "I guess my brother's jizz is still sticking to you," he snarled.
He couldn't fool Lisa. She saw the excitement in his eyes. He was eager to stick his cock into his brother's seepage. He was excited to lay claim to what was rightfully his. To what his brother had only borrowed.
He roughly thrust two fingers into her cunt. She was still open and so wet they went in easily. She watched his fingers as they moved in and out of her body. His cock lurched around his shorts as he fingered her and smirked.
"See how wet you've made me," she said.
"Shut up," he said.
The booze had relaxed her fears. She stretched her arms over her head and gazed at him through half-shut eyes. "I don't know why you're so mad."
"What a mess!" he muttered as he finger-fucked her.
She giggled as he thrust. Her pussy was sore, but her blood was hot. She stared at him blankly.
Climbing over her, he lowered his cock between her legs. He screwed the tip into her cunthole and slammed in.
"Fuck it, you little slut!" he hissed.
In her drunken haze she couldn't understand why he was angry. She giggled.
"Oh, hon, fuck me," she cajoled.
Instead, she had the breath knocked out of her when he savagely stroked into her cunt. He had never fucked her this aggressively and a surge of fear ran through her.
Still, it was exciting to be fucked this way. She felt like an animal being taken by force. It was quite a change after Gary's gentle lovemaking and a welcome contrast.
This is the way life is supposed to be, she thought. Exciting and alive and different. Why, it's thrilling. Really thrilling.
Suddenly Don stopped thrusting. He tweaked her tits through her tee-shirt.
"Who's better? My brother or me?"
She moaned and wriggled her ass. She wasn't drunk enough to admit anything.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
He jerked forward and buried his prick into her cunt. "How's that, bitch?"
He fucked her fast and hard and she trembled and moaned as his cock slid in and out of her cuntslit.
"Is it bigger than Gary's?" he said. "Is my cock bigger than Gary's?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she gasped, her mouth lolling open and her mind reeling.
She was racing toward an orgasm if he'd only stop talking. His anger was ruining everything. Oh, shut up! she thought silently. Shut up and fuck me!
Everything happened so fast after that. She came and her body floated in space. Don watched her writhe around. He grabbed her asscheeks and jerked her upward. His cock swelled as he finished up.
"Here's a load, you cheating bitch!" he yelled.
"Give it to me!"
As Don's jism spurted into her, she felt another orgasm engulf her. Thick jets of spunk filled her and mingled with the jizz already inside her pussy.
As spontaneously as he'd begun, he stopped. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and stuffed it back into his shorts.
She rose up from the bed shakily and went into the bathroom to pee. He followed her, rinsing his face and hands and pushing her away when she tried kissing him.
He told her to pack up and be ready to leave in an hour. Then he stormed out of the cottage and she sat on the bed and shook with fear and rage. * * * The next morning they awoke at dawn and lay in each other's arms. Lisa was happy he didn't push her away as she caressed him.
"I told Gary and Myra I had to get back to the office," he said.
She crawled between his legs and kissed his balls. "I'm sure they've had their problems too."
They hadn't spoken during the drive home. When they arrived at the house, they went right to bed, still without talking. Now, after a refreshing night's sleep, Don admitted he'd been hasty.
"It's just that I want this marriage to work so bad," he said.
"Me too, hon," she said.
"Come here." His voice was gruff, but tender.
She climbed into his arms as they embraced. She wrapped her arms around him as he attached his lips to hers.
Suddenly she giggled. "Did you see the look on Myra's face?"
"Yeah. Who cares?"
Lisa thought about the events of the previous day. She thought about fucking Gary. She thought about Don's rage and his almost brutal attack on her. Now he seemed to be reversing his stand. Why? Why was he acting so loving and gentle when he'd been so certain that she and Gary were fooling around?
"Turn over," he said, pinching her ass.
"On my belly?" She was happy not to have to deal with confusing thoughts.
He reached for a tube of lubricant from the bedside table. "On your belly."
Obediently, Lisa rolled onto her belly. She knew what the lubricant was for. She lay quietly with her legs parted and her arms at her side as she waited.
Don wet his hands with the lotion and crouched behind her to massage it into her ass. As he rubbed the lotion into her flesh a finger slid into her asscrack and touched her brownie.
"I haven't reamed your ass in a long time.'
Thrilled at the change in his mood, she twisted her head around. "You gonna stick it in my asshole, hon?"
"Right in the old shitter," he said.
Lisa spread her legs further apart and lifted her ass in the air. It was true. He hadn't fucked her in the ass in ages. She actually preferred it to cunt-fucking sometimes.
"I don't know why I acted like such an asshole back there about Gary," he said.
"Let's not talk about it. I think they swallowed the story about getting back to the office."
"I hope so." She heard him sigh as he poured more lotion over her asscrease and worked it into her shitter. "I sometimes get so damn jealous. It's my first wife. She made me paranoid. I think of some of the things she pulled and I get crazy."
Thank God I didn't admit anything, Lisa thought. She stretched her arms and relaxed deliciously as he dabbed a fingertip inside her greased asshole.
"I don't mind, hon. It's not easy. I ought to know. I was married before too."
He tickled her clit and she giggled. "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for you to fuck another guy and me to fuck another woman. Maybe it'd add a little spice to our sex life. I don't know-"
Her heart pounded, but she forced her voice to remain calm. "I never thought you were interested in that sort of thing."
He spit over her asshole and worked the saliva into her assbud. "I never was, but it works for some folks. Well, we'll see-"
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, her entire body quivering.
She raised herself up and leaned on her elbows. She threw her head back and widened the spread of her legs.
He played with her asshole awhile and then she rolled over. She squirmed around until her face was under his cock and balls. She reached up and grabbed his prick. She squeezed it while with her free hand she caressed his balls.
"Let me suck it before you fuck me," she said.
"Go for it," he hissed, his hands on his hips as she sucked him into her mouth.
For the next few minutes her tongue and lips were busy with his prick. After a while, he pulled her up and kissed her lips.
"Bend over," he said, his tongue seeking the warmth of her mouth even as he spoke the words.
He kissed her hungrily, cupping her ass with both hands and pinching her round firm ass-cheeks. Tearing her lips away, Lisa rolled onto her hands and knees.
"Now," she said, holding her asscheeks open.
He thrust his prick between her legs and pulled her toward him. He aimed his cockhead at her asshole.
"I still don't know what got into me," he said.
"Forget it. Just stick it in." He dabbed his finger against her brownie. "Is this where you want it?" She turned her head and shot him a grin.
"Yeah," she said, wagging her tongue wantonly.
He bent over and kissed her. She reached underneath and guided his prick toward the crack of her ass.
He entered her then, entered her easily and she twisted and squirmed with ecstasy. She always loved the moment of penetration when he gave it to her in the ass. There was no other sensation quite like it.
It was no longer necessary, but still she held her asscheeks open for him. She wanted him to see her wide-stretched asshole. She wanted him to watch his prick plunging in and out of her shitter.
He slipped two fingers into her pussy as he fucked her asshole. She whipped her hips and fucked back.
At one point she manipulated her clit, but then instead, she made a grab for Don's balls. He growled as he continued sliding his prick in and out of her ass.
He held both hands on her hips as he fucked her. "Good fucking, hon," he said.
"It's wonderful!"
She was amazed at how good the fucking was. He hadn't fucked her with such zeal since their honeymoon.
Quite unexpectedly, he pulled out. Before she could complain, he bent down and rammed his tongue into her wide-open assbud.
Then he drilled his prick back in. "Surprised you, huh?" he chuckled.
When he told her to lie flat, she quickly complied. Her tits pressed into the mattress as his weight came down on her. He inserted his prick into her ass and in this position he was able to penetrate her more deeply.
He breathed into her ear and kissed the back of her neck. "I guess thinking you were making it with Gary turned me on," he said, shoving his prick to the hilt in her bowels.
"Oh, baby, that's fucking!" she yelled.
Suddenly his cock felt huge. He rammed it into her forcefully, with thrusts that jarred her bones.
She loved the ferocity as he slammed her, but looked forward to the come-enema that would soon be hers. She felt his prick throb inside her and knew it wouldn't be long in coming.
She used her rectal muscles to massage his cock. And then he came, filling her quivering ass with his thick glue.
"Oh, baby, it's too much!" he gasped as he tore into her. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, it's good! It's good!"
At the end, she turned her face toward his and sobbed. "Kiss me, honey."
He kissed her tenderly, shooting his tongue into her mouth and making her melt. She hadn't come when they fucked, but it didn't matter. The danger was over. She had her husband back again.
Chapter Ten
During the following weeks Lisa found herself more horny than usual, Don was more loving than ever and they fucked almost every night. But it wasn't enough for the brunette so she masturbated every morning after Don left for work. She knew her cheating could lead to the breakup of her marriage, but she couldn't help herself.
When Fran and Barney went out of town, Fran asked her to keep an eye on Pete. The teenager would be her solution for one week. She had kept away from him after her romp with Fran and Barney, but he still mooned after her. Yes, he was definitely interested.
She decided to use the key Fran had given her to sneak into the house before he arrived home from school. That way she could surprise him and add some excitement to their coupling.
When she entered the quiet house, she sensed she wasn't alone. She tiptoed upstairs and as she crept down the hall she noticed Pete's door was open. The little stinker had taken advantage of his mother's absence and stayed home from school.
Since he wasn't aware of her presence, she moved quietly and peeked into his room. He was sitting up in bed and masturbating. She smiled to herself. Boys! Pete was pumping his cock with one hand and leafing through a girlie magazine with the other.
This was a treat. The sight of the teenager's prick rising up from his crotch made her pussy moisten. He didn't know it, but he was preparing himself for her. Yummy!
She watched as he stroked his cock slowly and methodically. He carefully tugged his foreskin and released his swollen cockhead. Her mouth watered for a taste of his mushroom cock knob.
I love you, Don, she thought. I just can't resist other men.
The horny wife's heart fluttered as she gazed at the teenager's prick. It looked good enough to eat, and she had every intention of making a meal of it eventually.
She remembered the first time she sucked his cock. She could almost taste it now, feel it throbbing and pulsating between her lips.
She wondered if Pete was satisfied with his little girlfriends lately. Boys who had experience with women sometimes became bored with girls their own age. Don told her that when he was a teenager and an older woman fucked him he lost interest in young girls. But kids were so wild these days. Teenage girls probably know more about sex than some grown women.
She caught a glimpse of the girlie magazine in his lap. There was a picture of a very young girl on the cover with the biggest tits Lisa had ever seen. She was actually nursing on one of her tits. And she didn't look a day over twelve.
The girl certainly seemed to appeal to Pete. He was jerking his cock vigorously now. If she wasn't careful he'd blast off and send his load into the air instead of into her cunt.
She almost walked into the room then, but for some reason she held back. Watching him jerk off was exciting. Watching him send a geyser of jism into the air would be a kick.
She wondered if Fran ever fucked the boy. She suspected many women initiated their sons into the world of sex. She decided if she and Don ever had a son she would be tempted to fuck him when he grew up. Not when he was small. That wouldn't be fair. But when he was fifteen or sixteen she might teach him what every boy ought to know about sex.
She smiled as she watched Pete jerk off. No one had to teach a boy how to masturbate. It seemed to come natural to them, like breathing or eating or sleeping. Jerking off. Look at him go at it.
Squeeze it dry, baby, she thought. Squeeze it for me and I'll get it hard again.
He grimaced as his orgasm approached. She became more bold about standing in the doorway. His attention was on his cock. And if he saw her standing there it wouldn't matter anyway.
Unable to resist, she lifted her skirt and slipped a hand inside her panties. She touched herself, she was dripping wet. And Don had fucked her so nicely just a few hours ago.
She knew now their problem was hers and not Don's. He was a normal man with normal urges. She was the one with an abnormal sexual appetite. She was the one who was the fuck-freak.
Don must never find out. She knew that now. As she watched the teenage boy on the bed jerk his cock she flicked her finger over her clit. Oh, God, he's going to come all over the magazine!
But the magazine dropped to the floor as Pete groaned and lay his head down on the bed. His fingers flew up and down his prick. He tugged at his foreskin until his cockhead looked ready to pop. When he released his cock momentarily, it stood up stiffly and pointed at the ceiling.
She had to restrain herself from rushing in and sitting on it. She wanted to stick it into her cunt and rub and rub until she came.
On the other hand, she wanted to watch him jerk off. So she satisfied her cravings by working her clit while she watched him beat his cockmeat.
If he saw her he said nothing. Maybe he knew she was there watching him and playing with herself. She was certainly wet and ready. Her fingers slid around her pussy noisily.
She tried to listen when he muttered something under his breath. She thought she heard the word Cindy or Mindy. Probably a young girl he was balling.
"Go! Go!" he roared, holding his foreskin back and causing his cockhead to bulge.
Lisa gaze mesmerized as his pisser opened up and expelled a thick spurt of whitish jism. It shot up into the air and was quickly followed by another.
She opened her mouth and fought the temptation to run into the room and catch the rest of it on her tongue. No, it would be better to wait and not spoil his pleasure.
Finally, he fell back and groaned. His cock still drooled, but most of the starch was out of Lisa found it turned her on enormously to watch the boy jerk off. She wondered if Don would jerk off in front of her sometimes. She would ask him tonight. Lately he was so eager to please her he just might agree.
Now the horny wife stared at the boy's dwindling prick. She could almost taste his spunk. She remembered his flavor well. All men had a slightly different taste. She liked comparing the taste and texture of jism.
When he finally turned and faced the door, he smiled. "I knew you were there all the time," he said.
Lisa let out a deep breath and dropped her skirt. "You had a good come, didn't you?"
She walked into the room and sat down on the bed next to him. She wiped his forehead with the sheet as he sat up and leaned against the headboard.
"Can we fuck?" he said eagerly.
"Of course," she smiled, eyeing his limp prick.
He looked down at his lap and flushed. "Gimme a minute."
"I was masturbating while I watched you."
His eyes glittered. "Oh, yeah?"
She glanced down at the magazine on the floor. "Do you like tits that big?"
He breathed more normally now. "Sure." He licked his lips and rolled his eyes. "But yours are big enough for me."
"Yours is big enough for me too," she said, pointing at his prick. It lay against his thigh, still wet with his juices and twitching slightly.
He glanced down and smirked. "Are you gonna suck it?"
"Maybe." She reached over and touched him. "We could say definitely yes. But remember, I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you for your mother. This is still our secret." "You bet."
"I think I'll undress," she said. "Give you a look at those tits you say you like so much."
"Oh, yeah," he grinned.
Smiling, Lisa began unbuttoning her blouse. She rose up and peeled it off, excited by the look in the teenager's eyes.
"I like having my body admired," she said.
"I sure admire it."
She kicked the girlie magazine under the bed. "Do you really?" She arched her back and pushed her tits out.
The boy's eyes bore into her bra-covered tits. "I love them."
She unhooked her bra and deftly removed it. "I believe you." Her tits bobbed enticingly.
A chuckle of pleasure escaped from his lips. She placed her hands on her hips and deliberately jiggled her tit-globes. Then she cupped them in her hands and pointed her nipples in his direction.
Now Pete chuckled happily as he gazed at her wobbling tits. "Jesus, what jugs!" he said. "I guess you just love tits," she said.
"Yeah, especially big ones." "I'm sorry, but I can't suck my own tits like the girl on the magazine cover."
"I don't care." His eyes shone. "Can I suck them?"
She threw her head back and laughed. She pulled on her nipples. "Maybe," she purred.
Moving closer to the boy, she bent forward at the waist and wriggled around. Her tits swayed like two basketballs over his face.
He opened his mouth like a little bird and tried to capture one. She teased him by pulling back, but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her and sucked one of her tits into his mouth.
She held his head and sighed deeply. "Yes, suck it," she said. "Suck it, you little hard-cocked child. I liked watching you masturbate before."
He spit her tit out. "You did?" He swirled his tongue hungrily over her other nipple.
She held his ears and forced more of her tit into his mouth. She scratched his head. "Yes. Would you enjoy watching me masturbate?"
His eyes widened. "You bet."
"I thought so." She tousled his hair. "Anyway, it'll probably heat you up and make your cock nice and hard again."
When she was naked, she stood over him and wrapped a lock of hair around one of her tits. A surge went through her pussy. This was going to be fun. , She climbed onto the bed and sat against the headboard. She touched herself lightly. The muscles within her cunt tightened.
Using the pad of one finger, she rubbed her clit and watched the boy's reaction. He looked fascinated. She wet her finger with her cuntjuice and lifted the hood of her clit to allow her little sex organ to blossom.
She knew she could bring herself off quickly. But it would be more fun to wait for the teenager to fuck her.
"Do you smell me?" she said, dipping a fingertip into her fuckhole.
He nodded, his hand jerking his prick. "I like it," he said simply.
"I like the way you smell too."
She squirmed her ass as she fingered herself. "This is good, but what I really need is a prick."
"It's getting hard," the youngster said.
She eased a second finger into her pussy. "I know it is, I can see it."
The slickness of her pussy caressed her finger. She used her free hand to rub her clit.
"Don't do that too hard," she said. "I don't want you to come in your hand."
"Hey, I wouldn't do that."
"Would you kiss me here?" She thrust her fingers savagely into her cunt.
"Sure."
She jerked her ass as she finger-fucked herself. The slurping sounds and pungent aroma made her shiver.
"Not yet," she gasped, humping and squirming as she poked her fingers into her cunt.
She felt the familiar tingle in her depths. Her tits rose and fell as her breathing quickened. Her legs spread wide open as she slashed her fingers into her cunt and the boy's teeth chattered as he watched.
She exploded, coming so hard she cried out and struggled to breathe. As soon as it was over she wanted more. She opened her eyes and met Pete's gaze. His cock was quite fuckable. Soon she would have more of what she craved.
"Come here," she said and the boy crawled between her thighs and planted a kiss on her pussylips.
She trembled, closing her eyes and trembled again when he placed his hands on her thighs and pressed his lips against her cuntslit.
Her heart pounded. She suddenly discovered she loved teenage cock. The boy flicked his tongue up and down her clit, but now all she wanted was his prick in her mouth.
Falling over him, she took his cock in her hand and squeezed it. His cockhead swelled and darkened as she caught it with her lips.
She squeezed it with her velvety mouth as he groaned happily. She kissed his balls, and on an impulse opened her jaws wide and sucked a mouthful inside her lips.
"Oh, fuck, Lisa, no one does that like you!" he said.
"How's this?" She pumped his cockshaft while she gnawed on his prickknob. When he nodded happily, she slid her lips halfway down his fuck-stalk.
"I swear it's bigger than it was last time," she said.
"Honest?"
She lapped the underside of his prick and caressed his balls. She couldn't stay much longer. She had to start dinner for Don. She couldn't wait to make love to Don tonight. Being with a kid like Pete was like eating an appetizer. When Don came home she'd have the main course.
Within a matter of minutes, she squatted over the teenager and shoved his prick inside her. She fucked him fast and hard. At the end she jammed her finger into his asshole as he wiggled around in a frenzy.
"My Mom's not coming back for a couple of days," he said as she milked the last drops of his jism with her lips.
"Is that an invitation?" she said.
He nodded and she climbed over him and kissed him on the lips.
"Maybe we'll do it again," she said. "My husband comes first, you know. He's my main man."
But in the meantime, she had this gorgeous boy. And all the other boys who were out there waiting for her. She smiled as she began kneading his prick into another erection.
