The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, males and females alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Maggie Ryerson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a perverse desire for sex lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
WET HOT WIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie Ryerson typed the last letter in her shorthand book and took the paper out of her typewriter. She placed it in her out-box where the office boy would find it and make the usual number of copies on the photocopy machine.
Her wristwatch and her stomach told her it was time for lunch, and she wondered where the messenger was with their food. He was always late. Normally she didn't care, but today Mr. Lord was leaving town after lunch and their time was limited.
Time is limited, Maggie thought as she placed her purse on her lap. She took out a mirror and checked her makeup. Everything in place. She had applied her makeup carefully in the morning while her husband was shaving. He liked her to always look her best. Then, after they had kissed good-bye as they climbed into their respective cars, she had driven to her office where Ted Lord had checked out her appearance.
The two men in my life, she thought a she added a touch of gloss to her lips. My double life.
She'd been living a double life for almost two years. After she and Dave had been married for two years, she'd insisted on going back to work. Dave had been against it, but she perceived herself as a feminist and wanted to contribute to the marriage. There were so many things they wanted, she didn't think it was fair that the entire financial burden should be on Dave.
She went to work for the bank, for a minor vice president in the loan department. She noticed Ted Lord from the beginning. All the women did. He was tall and good-looking, and the rumor was he had the biggest cock in town.
They didn't actually meet for about six months. At that point, Ted's secretary was leaving to start a family, and he told the personnel department he wanted Maggie to replace her. Their affair began almost immediately. It became more intense as time went by.
Now she brushed her long dark hair and crossed her legs. If the boy didn't come with their food soon, they wouldn't have time to be together. The expression made her smile. Be together. Fuck was more like it.
Since they were both married, their affair was hurried and secret and a little bit dangerous. She knew all those things made it exciting. She loved Dave, but their routine was just that. Routine. And Ted swore he hadn't touched his wife in years. She liked to believe that, but she knew it wasn't true.
Maggie rose up when the office boy finally arrived with their food. She noticed the way he stared at her tits. She liked being admired. She was tall, but slender. Her tits were round as large apples and high. Her legs were long, her ass small and round. Men had always admired her body and Maggie loved being admired. She knew having two men who adored her had become almost essential to her life. She also knew it couldn't last forever. She intended to enjoy it while it lasted.
She tipped the boy and he made a few wisecracks before he left. She carried the boxes of food across the office and tapped lightly on Ted's door before pushing it open and walking in.
There were two glasses on his desk with two inches of scotch on the rocks. They always had a drink with their lunch. Just a mild one to make them mellow, but not enough to interfere with their work.
The feminist in Maggie told her that if their affair ever became known she would be the one whose job would be sacrificed. It made sense. He held one of the top jobs in the bank and she was only a secretary. She still resented it.
She removed the food from the boxes and placed them on the desk. They ate quickly. Today they were having ham and cheese on rye with cole slaw on the side. Neither of them were interested in the food. Ted rubbed her knee with his across the desk while they chewed and gazed into each other's eyes.
"What did I do before I met you, Maggie?" he said.
His eyes were blue and sincere and she knew he meant it. She didn't delude herself. She also knew that the fact that she was married made her even more attractive. She was safe. She would never expect him to divorce his wife and marry her. She had Dave.
"I don't know, what did you do?" she said. She felt his knee slip between her thighs. She was hornier than she thought. She chewed faster.
"I was only half alive," he said.
Maggie giggled out loud, a throaty giggle. "Oh, sure," she said. "I heard all about you."
He grinned, his eyes crinkling up in a way that made her melt. "That was all practice for you. I knew that I'd meet a girl named Maggie some day and I wanted to be able to make her very happy. So I practiced a lot."
She giggled again and pushed her unfinished sandwich away. She reached for a cigarette and he frowned. She ignored his expression. He'd been after her to quit for ages.
"It works every time," she said, blowing the smoke in his face. "I'm wet."
"You're always wet," he said, deliberately picking up the tiny container of cole slaw and taking a mouthful.
"You don't really want that," she said.
"I know."
"You just want to make me suffer." He forked more slaw into his mouth. "How wise you are."
"You're a mother fucker," she said in a low voice.
"Is that one word or two?"
She reached for her drink. "See if I don't torture you to get even one of these days," she said.
"You torture me all the time," he said.
"Oh, yeah, how?" She raised one eyebrow. Her pussy throbbed.
"I think about you all the time and make mistakes. I play with my kids on the weekends and think about your cunt and on Saturday nights when Jessica and I go out with friends, I think about your cunt. If that isn't torture, what is?"
"Poor baby," she said.
"Come here and say that."
She pushed her chair back and leaned over, slowly and deliberately stubbing out her cigarette in his cole slaw. "Poor baby," she cooed again.
He placed his telephone on automatic message center and rose up. He walked around the desk and took Maggie's hand.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, moving into his arms.
They spent little time kissing. Time was short and Maggie soon bent down and unzipped his fly. Foreplay wasn't necessary with Ted. She was in a constant state of excitement and didn't heed to be turned-on. She liked to get right down to the fucking and so did he.
In her experience, all men liked to get right down to the fucking. That was one of the battles of the sexes. She needed foreplay with Dave. Hours of it. She got about two seconds. With Ted all she wanted was to have his big cock inside her. Once his big cock was inside her, that was all the foreplay she needed.
His cock wasn't yet hard, but it was huge even soft. His balls were enormous too. She remembered the first time she'd seen his prick. After all the rumors she'd been expecting a monster. She wasn't prepared for what she saw.
"Unbutton your blouse," Ted said now as she straightened up.
He hauled his cock out of his fly and she unbuttoned the first two buttons on her blouse. He gazed at her cleavage as he squeezed his prick.
"Kiss it," he said.
She bent down and knelt before him. She kissed the tip of his prick and glanced up into his eyes. "I kissed it, sir. Will that be all?"
He laughed and helped her to her feet. He put his arms around her and she felt his cock harden against her belly. "I love you," he murmured in her ear.
"You lust for me," she said.
"That too."
"Me too." His cock stabbed her. "You too what?"
"I love you too."
He snaked his tongue over her lower lip and stroked her tits with his hand. "Does that mean you don't lust for me?"
"Silly," she said, reaching down and clutching his prick.
Her tits rose and fell as she became more excited. He finished unbuttoning her blouse and unhooked her bra. She always wore bras that opened in the front. When the lace cups fell away from her tits, he took them in his hands and gently squeezed them. He wet his fingertips with saliva and massaged it into her nipples. He brought his fingers to her lips and she licked them. Then he brought her saliva to her nipples and rubbed it in.
"There's no such thing as a quickie with us, is there?" he said.
"No." She understood what he meant.
"We're savages."
She giggled throatily. "I know. Isn't it great?"
"A taste of the flower," he said, leaning down and swiping his tongue over her pink nipple.
She laced her fingers in his hair. She squeezed her thighs together. "You're going to bring me off if you keep that up."
She moved her skirt up to her waist and hunched closer to him. His cock slipped between her thighs and she felt a spasm of lust in her loins. She still wasn't used to the size of his prick. He was quite simply hung like a horse.
She remembered the first time they fucked. She was sure he'd tear her insides. She'd been amazed at how wide her cunt opened up to accept him. She still marveled at it.
Without taking her eyes from his, she slipped her panties down her hips and exposed her cunt. She moved close to him again and directed his cockhead inside her fat pussy-lips.
He kissed her as she wiped the juice from his piss-slit onto her clit. Her clit throbbed with need. It actually ached when she was horny. Ached, but in a wonderful way. A delicious sexy way.
His cock was still growing. When totally stiff, it was as thick as her wrist. The best time was the moment of penetration. It never failed to give her a quick rush. She'd never tried drugs, but she thought that was what getting high must feel like.
"I get high on your cock," she said, biting his earlobe.
"Maggie, I get high on you."
He reached for his drink and took a sip. He fastened his lips to hers and she accepted the cold booze into her mouth. It tasted delicious because his essence was in the liquid.
"If you don't stick it in soon, I'll go crazy," she said.
He took another sip of his drink and repeated the transfer into her mouth. "You're too impatient," he said. "It's always better when you wait."
"It's always better, period," she said.
His cock was lodged between her quivering thighs. "Lick it," he said.
She dropped to her knees on the thick carpet and grasped his prick with both hands. She inhaled deeply and licked her lips. She loved the smell of him and the taste of him. No one smelled like Ted and she'd fucked around plenty before her marriage.
"Do you think Dave suspects anything?" he said as she extended her tongue and touched the whitish glue on the tip of his prick-head.
"No," she said. He knew it turned her on to talk about her husband when they made love.
"Jessica thinks we have the best marriage in town," he said. His voice didn't change even when she took his cockhead into her mouth.
She spit it out and tongued his prickshaft. "Maybe we ought to get the two of them together," she said. His cock was so thick she could barely get her lips around the head.
"That'd be a laugh," Ted said. "Except that Jessica is so loyal to me it'd never work."
"Dave too," Maggie said, tonguing his balls until he groaned. "I think."
"You can never tell about guys."
Maggie's eyes twinkled. She was nothing if not realistic. "Do you cheat on me?" The mistress asking the lover if he cheated on her. It was an amusing concept. Sort of.
"Why would I cheat on you?"
"Oh, you know your reputation," she said, opening her jaws wide and taking his prickknob deeper into her mouth.
"You don't care if I'm faithful or not," he said. "That's one of the things I love about you."
It was true. She didn't care. She knew their affair wouldn't last forever. She didn't much believe in forever. She hoped her marriage would last, but even marriages were fragile. Especially marriages.
"You just love my big mouth and how it feels on your cock," she said. His cock jerked against her tongue and hit the roof of her mouth. It filled her and his shaft was still outside her lips.
Quite suddenly, she moved forward and momentarily took his prick all the way into her mouth. His knob touched the back of her throat and she quickly pulled back. His prick was too big to hold for more than a moment. But in that moment she felt her cunt spasm and he groaned loudly.
"I do love the way your mouth feels on my cock," he said, holding her head tightly. "Not every woman can take it all the way in."
"Does Jessica do it?" she said, licking his balls.
"She tried it once when we first got married," he said. He chuckled.
"And?" She gazed up at him, a tiny smile on her lips.
"She ran for the mouthwash," he said.
"Figures," Maggie said as she suctioned his cockhead inside her lips.
This time Ted lurched forward and stuffed her throat with his prick. He was careful to pull back quickly before he drove in again. She held her breath when he plunged in. She automatically stopped breathing and her nostrils flared. She moved her hands on his thighs and caressed his balls. She held her head perfectly still as he mouth-fucked her.
She waited until he stopped and then she licked the sensitive underside of his shaft.
She wet down his balls with saliva and cuddled them in her hands as she licked his fuck-stick. Tremors of excitement raged through her and his breathing quickened.
He rammed his prick into her throat and pulled out. "I don't want to come in your mouth," he said.
He helped her to her feet and kissed her. They were both breathing hard. When he released her, she peeled her panties down and stepped out of them. She left them on the floor and leaned over the desk, her naked ass in the air.
She turned her head and gazed back at him. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tits while he nuzzled her ear. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," he said.
"Some secretary I'll be without any brains," she said.
Her cunt gushed juice and he entered her without any trouble. He had never had trouble penetrating her. She was wet almost all the time, but especially when they were together.
His balls swung back and forth as he fucked her and nudged her clit in a way that quickly brought her off. He controlled his own orgasm. He held her tightly around the waist and she arched her back and moved her hands over his.
"Oh, Ted, fuck me!" she said.
"Maggie, you've got the tightest cunt in the world."
"All cunts are tight to you," she giggled.
His massive cock slid in and out of her cunt and with every thrust his balls banged against her clit. The feel of him inside her turned her knees to jelly.
She wiggled her ass wildly now as her excitement boiled over. He had spoiled her for other men. No one had a cock like his. Especially not her husband.
She came again and her pussy-cream dripped down her inner thighs. He came in a rush. His jism was hot and thick and soon overflowed her pussy. When it was over, she sank to her knees in front of him and hungrily licked his cock and balls clean.
"My little mother cat," he said, fondling her hair. "How I miss you when we're apart."
She pressed her face into his limp, but still huge prick. "Me too," she whispered, too softly for him to hear. "Me too."
CHAPTER TWO
Maggie was a different person at home. With Ted she was sophisticated and worldly. With Dave she was casual and almost sloppy. She was a realistic woman and she knew the excitement of marriage didn't last, the sexual excitement and any other that existed at the beginning of a marriage. She didn't expect it so she looked for other things from Dave. She got exactly what she bargained for.
Dave was a man of limited sexual appetites and had been from the beginning. There were no surprises in store for her. Dave was no different after their wedding than he was before.
She was relatively happy with him. They had a nice house and close friends they both enjoyed. He liked her family. She liked his. They never argued about money and in fact hardly ever argued. They agreed on most everything and sometimes it occurred to her they were more like brother and sister than husband and wife.
They even looked alike. Dave was dark too, with a sturdy body. His personality was less strong than hers. Fortunately. Their marriage worked, if neither demanded too much from the other.
When she arrived home from the office, she always began dinner. When Dave arrived home, he straightened up the house and set the table. She insisted that they share the household chores. Since she was working too she had no intention of doing all the housework as well.
She told herself she would take responsibility for the house when and if she quit her job. In her heart she wondered if that day would ever come. She was basically a restless woman. How could she ever stay home all day with no one to talk to but children?
Dave didn't care if they had a family. If she wanted a child he'd go along with it, but he had no craving for one. Sometimes she wished he had more definite ideas. She was the one who made the important decisions and he went along with her.
Now she moved from sink to stove as she fixed dinner. Dave set the table in the dining room. They always liked to have a good dinner since they both had light lunches.
She thought about today's lunch and had the grace to blush. She knew she and Ted were becoming inseparable and that people in the office were talking. She began breaking lettuce into bite-size pieces for a salad.
Let them talk, she thought. It's only gossip.
She finished the salad greens and mixed some oil and vinegar dressing. Dave came up behind her and kissed her neck. Inevitably he was horny when she came home from work all fucked out. That was the one area they were not attuned to each other. The most important area, she thought wryly.
She tested the soup and decided to let it warm a little longer. It was a thick mushroom barley soup they both enjoyed. With it they'd have a salad and garlic bread and for dessert fruit and cheese. Healthy and simple. The soup had come right out of the freezer. There were four more containers full. It was hearty and filling and there were hunks of meat floating on the top. She did real cooking on the weekends.
"Have a nice day?" Dave said, going to the refrigerator for a beer.
"It was okay." She constantly amazed herself. She never felt guilty when it came to her affair with Ted. She felt entitled to a good sex life.
"Me too," Dave said. "Anything else I can do?"
"No, just get me a beer." She tossed the salad and brought it into the dining room.
"How do you like this brand?" he said as she sipped her beer right from the can.
In the office and in fact whenever she and Ted ate out, the service was always impeccable. Ted would never drink from a beer can. "It's okay," she said. "To tell you the truth I can't tell one brand from another."
"That's because you're not a real beer drinker," he said. He gazed out the window. "Someday we'll make enough money to keep champagne in the fridge." He knew she loved champagne.
"I'm not exactly suffering now," she said.
"Neither am I," he said.
He had a second beer while she waited for the soup to heat up. When they finally sat down to eat, they barely spoke. They passed each other food, but neither felt the need for conversation. It was a comfortable silence.
"I'd like to ask the boss to dinner," Dave said after a while.
"Sure," Maggie said. "When?"
"How's this Saturday night?"
"We don't have any plans."
"I'll ask them for Saturday."
She brought out the dessert and fresh plates and Dave cleared the dirty dishes away. He brought two small ashtrays and placed them on the table. He lit two cigarettes and handed one to Maggie.
"We've got to cut down," she said.
"It's one of life's enjoyments."
"It's a killer." She inhaled deeply. She loved the taste of the smoke, especially after eating.
"I'll take my chances."
She poured the coffee. You take little enough chances, my love, she thought. She handed him his coffee and pushed the cream and sugar in front of him.
"I think I'll try drinking it black."
She raised her eyebrows. "How come?"
He moved his hand over his stomach. "Put on a few," he said.
"We mustn't have that," she said. She cut herself a piece of cheese. It was good with the coffee.
"What will you make Saturday?" he said.
"I haven't thought about it yet."
"You made a roast last time."
"What do you feel like?"
"Ellen's been on a vegetable kick."
Ellen and Oscar Tucker. They were older than the Ryersons. They'd been married almost twenty years and they were into every new fad around. It was just like Ellen to become a vegetarian. That was this year. Next year she'd probably be into drinking ducks' blood.
"I've got a cookbook with meatless recipes."
"Whatever."
"Should we have anyone else?"
"I think just the four of us would be nice."
"Maybe we'll play cards after dinner."
"Hearts would be fun."
"Poker would be better. Oscar is so finicky when we play hearts."
"Yeah, he likes to win, doesn't he?"
"It's okay to like to win, but he carries it a bit far."
Dave shrugged and lit a fresh cigarette. Just one. He knew Maggie's limit was one after dinner. "He's a good guy."
"I'd sure like to see those two screwing," Maggie said. She was sorry the moment the words were out.
"Why?" Dave looked puzzled.
"Neither of them look very sexual."
"Who's sexual?"
"They look less sexual than most."
They finished their coffee and rose up at the same moment. They carried the dishes into the kitchen and she loaded the dishwasher while he put the leftovers away.
When the kitchen was spotless, they went upstairs into their bedroom and without a word they undressed and slipped into robes. They left the bedroom and moved down the hall to a bedroom they used as a den. They sat down on the sofa and Dave switched on the television. Maggie picked up a fashion magazine and put her feet up on the coffee table. She yawned and reached into her pocket for a tissue. She blew her nose. It was only seven-thirty and she was tired enough for bed. Or was she just bored?
Dave became engrossed in the program. It was about two cops, and Maggie found it silly. She watched it anyway, her arm entwined in Dave's. She cuddled closer and placed her hand on his thigh. She felt warm and safe and comfortable. A good fuck wouldn't hurt right about now, but she felt good anyway.
"I think you're horny," Dave said when the program was over.
"Are you?" Again she thought how strange it was that he usually wanted to fuck on a day when she'd been laid.
"I could be," he yawned, wrapping his arm around her.
"Need some help?" She moved her hand inside his robe and found his cock. It was soft, but so small after Ted's she felt a stab of pity for him. In fact, Dave was well-endowed.
"Sure, why not?" Dave said. He sounded as bored as she felt.
"Maybe we should get into bed?" she said.
"There's another show I want to see in half an hour."
She knew then that since he had a half hour to kill he'd decided he might as well do his duty. He did his duty once a week like clockwork.
"Okay, we'll stay here," she said, squeezing his prick.
Dave left his arm around her shoulder while she played with his cock. Unless she directed him he did nothing. Well, hardly anything. She would have liked him to touch her, between her legs. She didn't feel like asking for it so she said nothing and continued fondling his cock and balls.
"Maybe you could make something with spaghetti," he said after a few minutes.
"Spaghetti?"
"Ellen's into pasta."
"Wouldn't you know it? The in-food of the month."
He leaned over and kissed her, one eye trained on the television screen. She touched his cheek and parted her lips in invitation. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue inside her mouth.
He was a good kisser. She felt warm all over and a surge of excitement raged through her. She felt his prick throb in her hand and grow. She took his hand and moved it over one of her tits.
"Want a little squeeze, huh?" he said.
She gripped his prick and alternately squeezed and released, squeezed and released. "I like having my tits touched," she said.
Two of her fingers surrounded his cockroot. His prick was half-hard and standing up straight from his lap. She was reminded that he had a perfectly respectable cock. Not as big as Ted's, but whose was?
She held his face with her hands while they kissed. The passion wasn't there, but the warmth was. She opened her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. Dave kissed her neck and throat and shoulders, running his lips down to the taut nipples.
He kissed and licked her tits. It felt good. She knew it wouldn't last long. Just a few moments of kissing and touching and he'd be ready to climb on top of her and do his thing.
She moaned as she played with his prick. She figured he needed all the encouragement he could get. His shaft quivered in her fist and his balls felt heavy. He inhaled sharply as she fondled them.
"You're a pretty sexy girl."
"Woman."
"I forgot."
Her fingers danced over his prick and balls. "It's getting there," she said. "You always do it."
"It might help if we talked dirty."
"Like two kids, huh?"
"Why not?"
"Because we're not kids."
She moved his hand to her thighs. She opened her legs and his fingers touched her cunt. It was wet and ready, but she wasn't ready. With Dave she needed foreplay. More than he was willing to give.
She stroked his prick and wrapped an arm around his neck. She nibbled his lips and frenched him.
"You ready?" he said, predictably.
"Almost."
He sighed and speared his tongue into her mouth. He placed one hand on her thigh and one between her legs. "You're wet enough."
"Wet isn't ready."
"Since when?"
"Dave!"
"Okay, okay," he said.
Her legs fell open as he stroked her. She kissed him hard and opened her legs wider. She clutched the shaft of his prick and pumped it. Dave thrust a finger into her cunthole. Her cunt was like jelly. Hot thick jelly.
"Wanna suck it?"
Just once she wished he'd tell her what to do and not ask her. "Sure."
They broke apart and he lay down on his back. She climbed between his legs and bent over him. She was naked, her robe thrown over a chair. She dragged her lips over his chest, licking his tiny nipples and wetting down his chest hair.
She foraged through the hair on his belly and licked her way down to his cock-bush. Her hands were busy, fondling and stroking and caressing.
With a cry of lust, she captured his cockhead in her mouth. She felt his body stiffen, but his hands fell back and he didn't touch her. Sometimes she felt she was the man. She made love to him more often than he made love to her.
Finally he groped for her shoulders and pushed her away. "Don't," he said. It meant he was ready to fuck.
They changed places. She stretched out on her back and he mounted her. He lifted her legs and slung them over his shoulders. Her cunt gaped open, and, when he saw the expression on her face, he leaned over and kissed her tits.
He drew one of her nipples into his mouth and moved his head from side to side. It felt very good. She'd taught him to do that. He did it seldom.
He moved back and took his prick in his hand. Her thighs yawned open and her pussy looked like a flower at the height of its bloom. He lurched forward and aimed his prick at her cunt and she wrapped her legs around his back.
She saw him glance at his watch. "It's almost time for the program," he said, falling on top of her and shoving his cock inside her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she said, enjoying the feel of his cock filling her pussy.
He stroked in and out and she moved her hips in an attempt to get more friction on her clit. She knew he wouldn't last long. He never did.
"More!" she said, arching her back and humping her ass off the sofa. "Almost there?" he said. "No!"
She whipped her ass up to meet his thrusts, afraid he would finish before her. As usual her pussy was very wet and his cock made slurping sounds as it moved in and out of her body.
"Now?" he gasped.
"No!"
"I can't hold out much longer."
She knew she wouldn't have a chance to come. "Oh, I'm ready," she lied.
He stroked a few more times before he came. She cried out and bit his shoulder. She writhed around frantically, pretending an ecstasy she didn't feel. He fell for it. He always did.
He let his limp cock slip out of her pussy and raised himself off her body. "Good, huh?" he said, reaching for a cigarette.
"Yeah, good," she said, taking it from his hand and inhaling deeply.
In less than a minute she was wrapped in her robe and they were sitting side by side, watching the television screen. He had one arm around her and he kissed the top of her head.
She thought about Ted and the way he made love to her. Was it because they weren't married? Maybe Jessica thought Ted was a lousy lover. Maybe men just couldn't fuck their own wives as well as they fucked their mistresses.
She took an emery board out of her pocket and began filing her nails. Ted would be in business meetings all day tomorrow. She wouldn't get a chance to be alone with him. She was horny. Fucking without coming was frustrating. She decided she would masturbate after Dave was asleep. Then at least she wouldn't be up all night.
CHAPTER THREE
That Saturday, Maggie prepared a completely vegetarian dinner featuring pasta and sauteed vegetables. As usual, Dave set the table and took care of the liquor supply. An hour before the Tuckers were due to arrive they went upstairs to dress.
As usual, when they entertained Dave's boss, they dressed casually. Maggie put out a simple shirtwaist blouse with flat-heeled shoes. She glanced at her secret drawer when she was putting on her underwear. She kept a secret supply of sexy lingerie which she wore with Ted. She never wore them with Dave. He didn't even know she had them. As far as he was concerned plain white cotton was good enough for his wife.
On an impulse Maggie took a black lace half-bra from the drawer and held it under Dave's eyes. "What do you think of this?"
His eyes were blank. "Where'd you get that?"
"Don't you think it's pretty?" She held it over the plain cotton cups of her bra.
"I didn't think you liked that sort of thing."
She tossed the bra back into the drawer. "It is kind of cheap looking, isn't it?"
Dave shrugged as he pulled his pants on. "It's not your style," he said.
Maggie brushed her long thick hair and dabbed perfume on her wrists and earlobes. "I'm not sure what my style is," she said.
"You're a down-home girl," he said. He saw her eyebrows rise. "I mean woman." He smirked. "You're the tailored type. Why not just accept it and not try to be something you're not?"
"You're right." She looked at herself in the mirror. If he only knew the real me, she thought. She was almost tempted to tell him about the real her, but only for a moment. Why ruin a good thing?
She took a wide belt from the drawer and put it around her waist. Dave looked at her critically. "That thing makes your tits stick out too much," he said.
Maggie smiled. "How much is too much?" She kissed him and adjusted the collar of her blouse. "I've got a nice pair," she said. "Why not show 'em off?"
She left the room and was halfway down the stairs before he answered. She knew what his feelings were about showing cleavage. She didn't want to hear it again. She had a damn good figure and she was tired of hiding it.
She realized then, as she worked on the last minute details of the dinner, that her affair with Ted was affecting her marriage. It was inevitable. She knew the thing with Ted was a limited romance. He was known to tire of women after a few years. But she was taken aback when she realized her affair was making her more critical of Dave. She hadn't expected that. It worried her.
As usual, the Tuckers arrived early. Ellen clutched a bunch of daisies. "My favorite flowers," Maggie said, kissing her cheek.
"I love them too," Ellen said, tucking her skirt down over her knees as she sat down on the sofa.
Dave poured the chilled drinks, and Oscar sat next to his wife. Once again Maggie thought how alike they were. More like brother and sister than husband and wife. They both had a cap of black hair, sculpted close to the skull. Their eyes were round and dark and their coloring was identical. Since they had no children, they lavished attention on each other. Maggie understood that they were compensating. She didn't want a marriage like theirs. It was even duller than hers and Dave's.
"We're into a new thing," Ellen said, her eyes shining.
Oscar took her hand. "You two have got to try it," he said. "It's changing our lives."
"It's sort of a cult, but it's not," Ellen said.
"We're kind of traditional when it comes to religion," Maggie said.
"You can keep your religion," Ellen said. "That's what's so wonderful about it. It's not a substitute for religion. It's an addition."
"Maggie, don't you have something to nibble on?" Dave said.
Maggie understood he wanted to change the subject. She rose up and went to the kitchen for the snack she'd prepared. When she returned, Ellen was still rhapsodizing about their new cult.
"Honestly, it's changed our lives," she said, and Oscar nodded vigorously. Ellen blushed. "It takes an adventurous nature, of course, but Oscar and I have a natural curiosity and our guru says we're naturals."
Maggie caught Dave's eye and suppressed a smile. If the Tuckers were adventurous, they were sex maniacs. She passed the dishes of cheese and olives and tried to change the subject. Ellen continued chattering away about their new cult.
"It's physical as well as mental," she said, with a giggle.
Now it's getting interesting, Maggie thought. "How is it physical?"
The Tuckers glanced at each other and giggled. They held hands constantly, sipping their drinks simultaneously and feeding each other pieces of cheese.
"Well," Ellen said with a grin, "we really can't tell you. It's something we'd have to show you."
"Maggie, isn't dinner ready yet?" Dave said, motioning to her.
Maggie rose up and smoothed her skirt. For some reason she stuck her tits out. Both Tuckers gazed at them and then at each other. They giggled and crossed their legs at the same moment.
"We're starving," Ellen said. "Did Dave tell you we're into veggies?"
"He did," Maggie said. "And pasta. It'll just be a minute."
During dinner, the Tuckers continued talking about their new cult. Dave changed the conversation whenever possible, but either Ellen or Oscar quickly brought it back to their favorite subject.
"How about a little poker after dinner?" Dave said.
The Tuckers gazed at each other. "We promised our guru we wouldn't play cards," Ellen said.
Maggie noticed that Dave didn't look well. He hadn't eaten much either. "Are you feeling okay?" she said.
"I think I'm coming down with a bug," he said, pushing his almost full plate away. "I've got a headache too and my stomach's a little queasy."
"If you were into our thing you'd never get sick," Ellen said.
"How long has this been going on?" Maggie said, moving around the table and feeling Dave's forehead. He was burning up. How like him not to tell her he was sick.
"I've had the headache all day, but the rest just started," Dave said.
Maggie brought him some aspirin and ginger ale and he sipped the drink while the others finished eating. Ellen and Oscar continued talking, trying to convince the younger couple to join their cult. Dave turned paler and paler, and Maggie decided she had to act.
"You go to bed," she said in a firm voice. "El and Oscar will understand. We can have a perfectly lovely evening without you."
The Tuckers quickly agreed and Dave didn't argue. He was white now and his skin was pasty looking. He pushed his chair back and belched.
"Sorry, folks, but there's a bug going around and I think it landed on yours truly."
Maggie went upstairs with him and helped him get ready for bed. "Are you sure I shouldn't ask them to leave?" she said.
Dave climbed into his pajamas and sank down on the bed. "I'd rather you didn't, hon," he said. "If they won't play cards, let them talk. You don't have to say much. And he's still the boss." He brought his legs up on the bed and she covered him. "Good dinner, hon."
She kissed his cheek and felt his head again. "You're really warm," she said. "I'm going to come up and give you some more aspirin in a few hours. Now you go to sleep and don't worry about a thing. I'll let tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee talk their little hearts out."
She returned to the living room. Oscar handed her a drink and Ellen babbled on about their guru. She tasted the drink. It was sweet and tart at the same time.
"What's in this?" she said.
Oscar beamed. "It's a little something I mix myself," he said.
Ellen giggled. "We drink it all the time. It's our guru's secret and only followers get the recipe. Isn't it delicious?"
Maggie hesitated and took a tiny sip. "It is good." She took a bigger sip and then another. She sat back in her chair. The drink seemed to engulf her. It was a welcome feeling. As long as she had to entertain the Tuckers alone she needed all the help she could get.
"I don't recognize the ingredients," she said as she drained the glass.
Oscar refilled it. "If you join our cult you'll probably get the recipe too."
"Maybe I'll just let you fix them for me." She definitely felt drowsy now, drowsy and at the same time alive and sexually aroused.
"Come sit with us," Ellen said.
Oscar rose up and moved aside to let Maggie sit between them. She finished her second drink and turned to Ellen when the older woman took her hand.
"Are you tingling all over?" Ellen said, her dark eyes glittering with excitement.
"As a matter-of-fact I am," Maggie said. She shook her head. "I've never felt like this before."
"It's too bad Dave had to miss the fun," Oscar said.
"Oh, there's always next time," Ellen trilled with a wink.
She stroked Maggie's hand and suddenly the younger woman felt another, a larger hand on her knee. She closed her eyes and let herself float. Their hands felt good. Why fight it?
Her pussy throbbed with arousal and the older couple moved closer around her. She felt wedged in and warm and good. The room went around in circles and she asked for another drink which Oscar quickly poured for her.
"I wonder how Dave is doing?" she said. "He's fine," Oscar said. "Don't worry so much."
She finished her drink quickly and licked her lips. Her cunt tingled and felt wet. It was so strange to be getting turned on with the Tuckers. She had always considered them so sexless. Until tonight. Suddenly she gazed at Ellen and Oscar and thought they were the sexiest people she'd ever seen.
"More, please," she said, her words slurred.
Oscar took her glass from her hand and moved his hand up her thigh. "I think you've had enough," he said.
"Yes," Ellen said. "Any more would be overkill."
Maggie closed her eyes and rested her head against the sofa. She felt her clit pulsate and throb inside her panties. She'd never felt this way before. All warm and soft and mushy. She didn't even mind when Ellen stroked her other thigh.
She opened her eyes when she felt the lips on hers. She didn't know what she expected to see, but in a way she wasn't surprised that it was Ellen kissing her. It seemed perfectly natural and Maggie thrust her tongue hungrily into the older woman's open mouth.
They clutched each other, arms and legs and hands touching and caressing and fondling. Maggie was totally unselfconscious in front of Oscar. In fact she almost forgot he was there.
As if in a dream, Maggie moved her hand up Ellen's skirt and found the wet hairiness of her pussy. The fact that the older woman was bare-assed didn't faze her. That too seemed natural and right somehow.
Ellen bit her lips wildly and frenched her while Maggie plunged a finger into her hot and ready cunthole. She wiggled the finger around and Ellen shifted her ass on the sofa in ecstatic abandon.
Maggie felt a sexual energy she'd never felt before. Suddenly she noticed Oscar undressing. When he was naked, he hovered over the two women, stroking Maggie's tits and caressing his wife's face. And then the women were naked too and Maggie didn't know or care how her clothes came off.
She stared at Ellen's body and was amazed at how shapely the older woman was. She'd always thought Ellen was built like a frump. In fact her tits were full and firm and her belly was flat. She had the kind of ass that took Maggie's breath away. It was that beautiful.
When she realized the Tuckers were staring at her naked body, she blushed and covered her face with her hands. The couple took her hands and Oscar told her to open her eyes. When she did, when she saw his big, long cock, hard and erected and meaty, she fell against him.
"Your cock," she whispered, working her lips silently.
Oscar moved her hand onto his lap and forced her fingers over his prick. "It's all for you," he said. "And Ellen, of course."
"Ellen?" She was bewildered as she turned to the older woman.
"I'm right here, dear," Ellen trilled, bending down and taking one of Maggie's tits into her mouth.
"You've got the kind of pussy a man can get lost in," Oscar said in a hoarse voice.
"It is lovely, isn't it?" Ellen said, her mouth filled with Maggie's titflesh.
Oscar sank to the floor and parted Maggie's legs. He moved his face inside her thighs and licked her slit for a moment. She almost came, but he pulled his head back and motioned to his wife.
Before Maggie could say anything she was stretched out on her back on the carpet and Ellen was between her legs. Maggie sighed and trembled when Ellen began licking her cunt. She concentrated on Maggie's clit and Maggie shivered violently.
She opened her mouth to cry out when her breath was cut off by Oscar's balls. He plopped them over her face and she inhaled his fragrance and reached for his prick.
"Let me suck it," she said in a hoarse voice.
"Concentrate on Ellen," he said, dipping his cockhead inside her lips briefly.
He lay on his side and watched his wife go at Maggie's cunt. The older woman devoured her pussy. She ate her with an enthusiasm Maggie had never known before. Her tongue and lips and teeth were everywhere at once, teasing her clit and turning Maggie into an inferno of lust.
Maggie came when Ellen thrust her tongue deep inside her cunthole. She screamed, reduced to a mindless mass of excited flesh and wanton need.
She writhed and moaned and wiggled. Her only thought was to be taken over the edge again. After her third climax, Ellen concentrated on her clit while Oscar straddled her tits and pushed his prick back into her mouth.
"Yes! Cock! Suck!" she cried, curling her fingers possessively around his shaft and capping her lips over his cock-crown.
"Cocksucker!" Oscar grunted, shoving his prick all the way into her throat.
Ellen wiggled her ass and moved her hands under Maggie's ass. She played with Maggie's asshole and relentlessly licked her clit.
"Oscar, dear," she called out. "My pussy is so hot and wet. It needs a little nookey."
"In a minute, hon," he said, fucking Maggie's mouth. "This is so good, you wouldn't believe it. So damn good!"
After a few more strokes Oscar reluctantly pulled his cock out of Maggie's mouth. She wanted to tell him to stay, but didn't want to be selfish and also she wanted to see what he would do next.
What he did made her shiver. He climbed around behind Ellen and prepared to fuck her ass. Maggie reached down and stroked Ellen's cap-like black hair. The older woman was no longer sucking her clit. Instead she was squeezing her tits and smiling while she awaited the penetration of Oscar's cock in her asshole.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Ellen said.
The booze was beginning to wear off. "It's okay," Maggie said. She felt embarrassed by her strong response and wondered how Dave was feeling.
She tried to sit up, but Ellen pushed her down again. "We've only just begun," she said. "The night is young and Oscar hasn't even fucked you yet." She swiped her tongue over Maggie's slit.
"Oh, God!" Maggie said, lying back and giving in to her cravings. Even without the benefit of the booze, she wanted more. There wasn't a sound coming from upstairs. Obviously Dave was fast asleep.
"It's going in!" Ellen said, her eyes shining.
Maggie faced Oscar and saw him push in and flatten his belly against his wife's back. "It's in!" he said, a smile splitting his face. "I can fuck for hours since we took the vow," he said to Maggie. "You'll get yours, little lady. Just you wait."
"I certainly hope so," Maggie said with a giggle. "I'm counting on it."
CHAPTER FOUR
The incident with the Tuckers made an impact on Maggie. She looked upon it as an adventure and she wanted more. Suddenly Ted wasn't enough. She wanted more excitement in her life.
She still refused to join their cult. In fact she refused Ellen's invitations to join her in a meeting with their guru. She didn't care about getting involved in the Tuckers' newest fad. She went her own way, as she'd always done.
At work things were the same. Ted told her he loved her and she believed him. But even though he satisfied her, it wasn't enough. He still spent most of his free time with his wife and children and Maggie was only incidental in his life.
One day Ted was out of the bank in business meetings. Maggie found herself with little to do. She telephoned a few friends and made a lunch date. She managed to kill time by straightening drawers in Ted's office and catching up on her filing.
She left the office at eleven and told the receptionist she'd be gone for several hours. She went to the largest department store in the area, directly to the lingerie department. She purchased a red merry widow and a black garter belt. She went to the hosiery department and bought sheer black net stockings. She couldn't resist trying everything on in the ladies room and when she glanced at her watch she realized she was late for her lunch date.
She threw her soiled underwear into her purse. Dave never even noticed that on work days she dressed in the bathroom. She did that to hide the sexy bras and panties she wore. The things that Ted loved and that turned her on. And that Dave disapproved of.
Now she left the store, her high heels clicking as she walked down the street to the restaurant. She felt good wearing sexy lingerie. She always attracted attention, but on days when she wore really sexy underwear it seemed she attracted more.
She realized that Dave probably liked her to dress drably so other men wouldn't notice her. He felt threatened by other men. It was becoming harder and harder to hide her true nature from him. She wondered how much longer she could live a lie.
Her girlfriend Sue was already seated when she arrived at the restaurant. She was sipping a glass of white wine and Maggie ordered the same thing.
She and Sue had been friends since high school. They knew everything about each other. They considered themselves best friends. Sue had never been married. She was a career woman with a good sales job and a full and rich sex life. She was a feminist, an activist, and she'd tried to get Maggie involved in the women's' movement without success.
"You first," Sue said when the waitress brought Maggie's wine. They always took a few minutes to catch up on current events in their personal lives.
Maggie hesitated. She normally would have told Sue about the Tuckers. She cleared her throat and sipped her wine. The blonde knew all about Ted. She didn't like him. She thought he was a tight-assed jerk. Maggie suspected Sue had fucked Ted when Maggie and Dave had been out of town on vacation. She decided not to tell her about her adventure with the Tuckers.
"There's absolutely nothing new with me, so it's all yours," she said.
Sue placed her hands on the stem of her wine glass and moved her face closer to Maggie's. "Well you may have nothing new, but I've got plenty." Her blue eyes widened. She looked like an innocent slut. "I've got a new lover." She leaned back triumphantly, a tiny smile on her pretty lips.
Maggie giggled. "What's new about that?"
"He's just a kid."
Maggie sat back in her chair. "That's new."
Sue called out to the waitress to bring more wine. "I can't eat, I'm so excited to tell you all about him. He's the greatest, with the randiest cock in town. You poor baby. Stuck with one man and Ted. I'd call that one and a half. Or maybe one and a quarter." She blew Maggie a kiss. "Just kidding."
"Sure you are," Maggie said, draining her glass. "Well, go on. I'm dying to hear about him."
Sue spent the next half hour telling her about her teenage lover. She detailed the hours they spent making love and the positions they tried. She told Maggie things they'd done that Maggie had never heard of. By the time Sue was through, Maggie's heart was racing.
"Are you still seeing other men?" Maggie said.
Sue looked at her with a quizzical expression. "Of course. One man would never satisfy me, even if he's a stud and hung like a dream." She rolled her eyes and licked her lips. "And I mean a dream."
They ordered lunch. Sue ordered a small salad and Maggie ordered a hamburger.
"I've got to lose a few pounds," Sue said. "Timmy likes me thin."
"Timmy, I assume, is the stud?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "You've got to meet him. If you're interested in a little group grope, I'll see if he's got a friend."
"No thanks," Maggie said. She blushed when she remembered the night with the Tuckers. "I like my sex private."
Sue stared at her for a moment. "You're keeping something from me."
"I am not."
"No, I can tell. I know you. Just now, when you said that about liking your sex private. You blushed. You did. Why?"
"It's your imagination, love," Maggie said. "You always did have an active imagination."
Sue changed the subject then. Maggie was stubborn and no one knew it better than the blonde. She continued talking about her teenage lover.
"I just don't understand," Maggie said. "If he's so good, why do you need to see other men?"
"He's not available as much as I need a man to be," Sue said matter-of-factly. "He has homework and stuff. School things."
The two friends suddenly stopped eating and burst into loud laughter.
"I don't believe it," Maggie said, rummaging in her purse for a tissue to wipe her tears. "He's got homework and school things. Did you hear what you said?"
"Hey, listen, you'll stop laughing when you start fucking a high school kid. Hell, I even give him advice on how to get rid of his zits."
They burst out laughing again and several nearby patrons stared at them. The waitress brought their coffee and the conversation turned to Maggie's job.
"How's the tight-ass?" Sue said.
Maggie became annoyed. "Why do you dislike him so?"
"I know it's going to sound funny coming from me, since I'm no one to moralize, but when a married man cheats on his wife it pisses me off."
"But you think it's okay that I cheat and I'm married."
"I know, but that's different. Women traditionally get the shaft in marriage and everything. Until we catch up, until women have a fair share of power in this world, they're entitled to grab whatever happiness they can find."
"I think you're being unfair to men."
"You're a geisha."
"I am not. I'm a feminist too, even though I'm not an activist."
"If you're not an activist, you're only giving lip-service to an idea."
"Oh, you're impossible." Maggie glanced at her watch. "I've got to get back to the office."
Out on the sidewalk they kissed each other goodbye.
"Don't be mad at me, toots," Sue said. "You know I love you."
"I never stay mad at you," Maggie said. "It's just that sometimes you're so damned radical."
Maggie returned to the bank, but she couldn't get the luncheon conversation out of her mind. When she walked into her office, she was surprised to find Terry, the office boy who regularly ran their errands and brought their lunch. He was one of about ten in the bank.
His face flushed when Maggie entered and she quickly realized why. The boy was masturbating, standing in the middle of her office with his cock out of his fly.
"Why, Terry, whatever are you doing?" Maggie said, amused and slightly excited. She moved to where he stood and deliberately gazed down at his prick.
The boy tried to shove it back into his pants, but he wasn't quick enough. Maggie grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"Leave it out," she said with a smile. "I've seen cocks before. If you're that horny, let me help you." She took his prick in her fist and squeezed it. She thought about Sue and her teenage boyfriend. If she can do it why can't I? she thought. Aloud she said, "You've got a very nice cock, Terry. When it's hard it's going to be very big."
The boy still hadn't spoken. He looked terrified and Maggie was afraid he'd lose his hard-on and come on her hand.
"You're not mad?" he finally croaked.
"Not really," Maggie said. "We're all human." She jerked his cock and caressed the flared rim under his knob. She thought about Ted and what he would say if he could see her now. He'd probably think it was cute, she thought. She reached down with her free hand and clutched the teenager's balls. They were full and hard and Terry groaned.
Her cunt tingled and throbbed. "How long have you been using this office to jerk off?" she said.
"Just once before," he said.
She laughed. "I thought I smelled something sexy a few times." She knew she was being a hypocrite. She and Ted fucked in the office constantly. Had Terry heard rumors about them? She didn't know.
She pulled him a few feet by his cock and sat down. He stood before her with his legs apart and she continued jerking him off. He closed his eyes and grimaced.
"Don't you dare come," she said in a quiet, but commanding voice.
"Okay," he muttered.
"As long as you're so nice and horny you may as well fuck me."
The boy's eyes became two saucers. "Jesus!"
She pumped his prick with a light touch. Just enough to excite him, but not enough to bring him off. "Does it feel good?" She tried to picture Sue's boyfriend. Did he resemble Terry? Terry was about the same age.
"Yeah!" He grinned. "It feels terrific."
She glanced down at him. Her hand was wet with his fuck-fluid. She frowned.
"I think you're going to come on my hand," she said. She watched a drop of white cream ooze out of his piss-slit. "I may as well taste it."
"Oh, Christ!"
She giggled, still pumping his prick.
"Don't be frightened," she said. "Don't tell me no one's ever licked your cock before?" She bent down and swiped her tongue over the boy's cock-tip. She caught the glob of fuckcream on her tongue and slowly carried it into her mouth. The taste made her even hotter.
With a soft groan, she pulled him closer and planted tiny kisses up and down his pulsating cockshaft. She played her tongue over his sensitive balls and worked her way back up to his cockhead.
She glanced up at him with a sexy smile. Her lips were moist and cunty-looking. The teenager gazed at her with hot eyes, more confident now somehow.
"I think you're a little stud," she said, opening her lips and wrapping them around his cock-knob.
"Oh, Jesus!" he hissed.
She sucked gently on the boy's twitching cock. A steady stream of jizz leaked out and she welcomed it into her mouth. It had been years since she'd fucked a boy his age. She wondered if he could get hard again after climaxing. She remembered Sue's stories about her young friend, but not all boys were alike. She knew she'd have to take her chances. She couldn't stop licking his cock. It was just too delicious.
She made a ring of her lips and took his cock halfway into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth, holding onto his ass and making deep gurgling sounds in her throat.
At intervals she took his cock all the way into her throat and felt his cock-bush tickle her nose. His hands were on her head now, and he groaned hoarsely. Each time she took his entire prick into her throat, he tightened his grip on her head.
The boy moved his hips and tried to force his cock more deeply inside her mouth. He face-fucked her while she held her head perfectly still. It amused her. He seemed to be trying to take the initiative. She had no intention of letting that happen. One of the things Sue had told her was to never let a young boy be the aggressor. That spoiled the fun.
Still, as Terry pumped his cock faster and deeper into her mouth, she found that she loved it. It turned her on to be mouth-fucked with force. Ted never pounded her mouth. With his horse-cock he knew he'd kill her.
Now Maggie yanked the boy's jeans down to his hips and held his balls. She knew by the way his balls tightened up that he would come soon.
"Come in my mouth!" she hissed, releasing him briefly. "I want you to come in my mouth!"
She pressed her tongue hotly over his nuts and licked them all over. She sucked one of them into her mouth and the boy swayed back and forth weakly, "Oh, fuck, it's coming!" he said.
She quickly took his prick back into her mouth and sucked gluttonously as he came. His cock jerked and twitched as his spunk filled her mouth. Wad after sticky wad shot out of his prick-tip and settled under her tongue. She kept some of it there while she swallowed rapidly and at the end she savored the flavor of the boy's seed.
She couldn't remember when she'd been so turned on. Ted turned her on, but this was different. She understood Sue now and her excitement over her teenage boyfriend. And why shouldn't women have young lovers? Men did it all the time.
"How did you like my deep throat?" she smiled, her face glistening with his cockjuice.
She continued licking his cock and balls and caressing his thighs. Her voice smoldered with desire and she pressed her warm face between his legs.
"I never had a blowjob like that," he said.
"I'll bet," she giggled. "I'll bet your girlfriends don't blow you like that." She squeezed his balls. "How long does it take to get this thing up again?"
His eyes glittered. "You mean it?"
She nodded, flinging her long hair back over one shoulder. "I've got needs too."
He smirked. "Yeah, I know."
"What does that mean, young man?" she said.
"Nothing."
Maggie decided to ignore the implication. She released him and rose up. She kissed him gently and then staring into his eyes without blinking she lifted her skirt.
"Like my new bikinis?" she said.
The boy stepped back and stared at her lacy bikinis. They barely covered her pussy-thicket. She slowly turned around and showed him her ass. He licked his lips and grinned.
His cock lurched up and he gripped it. "It's gonna be hard real soon," he said.
"You just keep doing that and I'll do my part." She walked around the office, doing little bumps and grinds and letting him glimpse her cunt-bush. She stuck her chest out. She had no intention of getting undressed. She couldn't take the chance. Anyway, there was something very provocative about teasing him.
Finally when the boy's cock was nice and hard again, she climbed onto her desk and pulled the flimsy crotch of her panties aside.
"Come here," she said.
The boy rushed over to stand before her. "Can I fuck you?" he said.
She raised her ass slightly. "That's the idea," she said.
After he was inside her, after his cock filled her deliciously, she thought about how next time she would have him lick her cunt before they fucked.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck!"
The boy fucked her steadily and she clung to him, now the child and now the woman. And, when he came, she was ready and their juices intermingled and he tongued her ear and it was wonderful.
CHAPTER FIVE
A woman was appointed vice president at the bank. Maggie was glad, but envious. She knew she was smart. Smart enough to do more than type and file. She was anxious to meet the woman who'd made it to the upper echelon of power.
She had the opportunity a week later. Ted was out of the bank in business meetings all week, and Maggie got a call from the new female vee-pee's secretary, Margo. Miss Walker wanted to see Maggie right away.
Maggie told the receptionist to take calls and took the elevator to the next floor. She was expecting Miss Walker to be a woman of around forty and maybe even older. She regained her confidence at the thought of a dried-up old prune being named vice president. She was still young and women her age were just finding their way in the business world.
When she entered Miss Walker's outer office, she told the secretary who she was. The girl was new at the bank and she quickly pushed a buzzer on her desk. After a moment she motioned to Maggie to go into the inner office.
Maggie was taken aback by Thelma Walker. She was a redhead, no older than herself. She was stunning and dressed in tight black turtleneck sweater and slim black leather skirt. Her legs were perfect and they were encased in sheer black stockings. Her shoes were highheeled pumps. Simple, but elegant and sexy. Maggie knew the outfit cost a fortune. The sweater was cashmere. This was definitely not the outfit of an office girl.
Thelma Walker walked around her desk and shook Maggie's hand. "I'll bet you're wondering why I wanted to meet you," she said. She motioned to Maggie to sit down. She herself sat down on the sofa.
"I suppose you want to meet all the employees," Maggie said.
Thelma smiled. Her teeth were white and perfectly straight. "I have a feeling you were expecting someone older."
Maggie hesitated and decided to be honest. "As a matter-of-fact I was."
Thelma reached for a cigarette and offered the pack to Maggie. Maggie took it from her hand and allowed the other woman to light it for her.
Thelma inhaled sharply and brought her feet up onto the sofa. "I not only want to meet all the employees, I especially want to meet all the women." She stared into Maggie's eyes. "Are you a feminist?"
"I like to think I am," Maggie said.
"Well, I am a feminist," Thelma said. "In every sense of the word."
Maggie couldn't help but smile. "Sorry. It's just that you're so very good-looking."
"That's the point," Thelma said with a smile. "I'm a realist. I believe in beating them at their own game. In any event, I want to see the role of women upgraded at this bank. I'm going to see that it happens, so I'm talking to all the women and making judgments about who has the potential for promotion. I think I can safely put you in that group. Are you interested in getting out of the meat market of the secretarial pool?"
"You're certainly blunt."
"I don't know how else to be."
"I'm pretty blunt, too," Maggie said. "Why are you doing this? You've got it made. Why do you care about what happens to us lowly peons?"
"Ah, but that's just the point. If women like me remain tokens, we're never safe. We need numbers of women to make it. There's power in numbers. If we remain tokens and one of us fails, they can say we couldn't hack it. If we have numbers and one fails, well... what's one apple in a barrel?"
"I think I understand what you're saying," Maggie said. She felt confident of her job and safe. Dave would be happy to support her if she got fired. She was determined to meet this woman on a one-to-one basis. Vice president or no vice president. She gazed straight into Thelma Walker's eyes. "Are you a lesbian?"
Thelma giggled. "You certainly are blunt. I'm not a lesbian, if that's what's worrying you. I like to fuck men." Her eyes narrowed. "Not that I don't enjoy women too. I like sex too much to discount fifty percent of the population when I need it."
Maggie smashed her cigarette out. She understood what Thelma was saying. She remembered the night with the Tuckers. She'd gone at Ellen's cunt with vigor. She was still embarrassed when she thought about it. But if anyone ever accused her of being a lesbian she'd be furious.
"You asked if I wanted to get out of the secretarial meat-market."
"I did."
"I wouldn't mind," Maggie said. "Even if it meant giving up fucking Ted Lord."
Maggie decided to be as bold as the redhead. "Just because I'm not working for him doesn't mean I can't fuck him."
Thelma giggled softly and leaned forward. "Men like Ted Lord never fuck their equals. Have you ever heard of him having an affair with a successful woman?" She didn't wait for Maggie to answer. "And he never will. Men like Lord, and God knows he's dishy, only fuck women they have power over. It's a fact and you're too smart to deny it."
Maggie knew she was right, but she didn't like hearing it. "He has some very good traits."
"Don't be so defensive," Thelma said. "I understood he's hung like a horse. Now that's a trait I love."
Maggie smiled. "Okay, you win. He's a louse. Now are you happy?"
"Use him, baby, use him. Fuck him, but don't trust him. Trust me and the other sisters because we won't hurt you." She moved closer to Maggie and took her hand. Her eyes bore into Maggie's tits and her cheeks turned pink. "You're a beautiful lady and you shouldn't be bringing sandwiches to some man."
"I don't mind doing those things," Maggie said.
She squeezed Maggie's hand and stroked her palm. "Don't sell out to him. Assert yourself. Start there. Do his typing and filing, but let him get his own coffee and his damn lunch. You are a woman and you are beautiful. And you are going places in this bank, I promise you." By now her eyes blazed with excitement. She rose up and Maggie did too. Before Maggie knew it was happening, the redhead's arms were around her and they were kissing.
Maggie accepted Thelma's tongue in her mouth. She felt Thelma's tits poke into her chest. Thelma held her by the hair while they frenched hungrily. When they broke apart, Thelma brushed her fingers over Maggie's I cheek.
"Has a man ever licked your cunt when you had your period?"
"No, of course not!"
"I will."
Maggie bit her lip. The woman was definitely kinky. "I'm sorry, but I can't oblige today." Her voice was shaky.
"Does that mean you'd like to continue what we just started?" Thelma let her hand drop over Maggie's tits.
"I guess that's what I said," Maggie said.
They kissed again and Thelma whispered in her ear. "I'm going to give you the best orgasms you ever had."
"I've had some pretty good ones."
"Not like the ones I'll give you."
They sat down on the sofa and in unison clutched each other's tits. They giggled. "I guess we've both met our match," Maggie said. She felt a hot surge engulf her.
Thelma moved her thumbs over Maggie's nipples. "Does Lord give good head?"
"If you're that interested, why don't you find out for yourself?"
"I probably will one of these days," Thelma said. "But I'll tell you if I do. I don't believe in sneaking around on a sister."
"You're really serious about this sister thing, aren't you?" Maggie said, thinking Thelma was pretty weird.
"But we are sisters," Thelma said. "All of us. Women are all related to each other. Men are the enemy. Never to be completely trusted."
Maggie realized the woman was a militant feminist. And probably more than a little kinky. It was too late. She was hooked and couldn't stop what they had started. Especially when her cunt was so wet and horny.
She watched as Thelma lifted her sweater over her tits. She quickly unhooked her bra and peeled the cups away from her tits. Her tits hung down slightly and she held one in her fist and offered it to Maggie.
Maggie stared at her puckered nipple. She extended her tongue and blew her warm breath over the bud. Her mouth watered as the redhead nestled her nipple inside her lips.
She sucked hungrily and Thelma held her head and rocked back and forth on the sofa.
"Wonderful," she said. Maggie worked her teeth lightly over her nipple. "Mmmmm, nice."
Maggie reluctantly released her tit when Thelma pulled away. The redhead rose up and pulled her sweater over her head. "Take your clothes off," she said.
Maggie blanched. "Here?"
"No one will bother us," Thelma said. "I don't like to make love with clothes between us."
She finished dressing and in a few moments her leather skirt was folded over a chair and she was peeling her panties off. Since Thelma wasn't worried about being discovered, Maggie stopped worrying. She undressed too, removing her clothes and staring at Thelma's almost-perfect body.
"Yours is just as lovely," Thelma said, reading her mind.
Maggie felt a perverse thrill rage through her. It was exciting to be admired and desired by a woman like Thelma. The look in Thelma's eyes told her she was wildly excited too.
"No wonder you've managed to keep Ted Lord happy for two years," the redhead said. She reached for Maggie's hand. "Get over here, you gorgeous thing, and let's make love."
Maggie suddenly felt shy, but no less excited. She sat down next to Thelma on the sofa. "How did you know how long Ted and I have been having an affair?"
Thelma giggled. "Are you serious? The whole industry knows it. There are no secrets in the executive suite."
"Are you balling your secretary?" Maggie said.
"You're something, you know it?" Thelma said, taking her into her arms. "No, but I'm thinking about it. I really wanted a guy to work for me, but personnel wouldn't hear of it. Too advanced for the bank. I'll do it yet. Have a male secretary." Her fingers expertly kneaded Maggie's tits. "And when I do, I'll share him with you."
Maggie's throat felt tight. There was something about another woman's fingers touching her that was incredibly erotic. She sighed softly when Thelma lowered her head and hungrily sucked one of Maggie's tits into her mouth.
Maggie lost all her apprehension. The little experience she'd had making love with another woman came back to her. She planned to make Thelma feel good. Very good indeed.
They took turns. When Thelma finished sucking Maggie's tits, Maggie lowered her face to Thelma's tits. "That's lovely," the redhead cooed. "We're a pair, we two." She sighed with contentment and Maggie shivered when she moved a hand over her cunt muff.
"You have lovely tits," Maggie said when Thelma's fingers slid inside her cuntlips.
"You're like a faucet," Thelma said.
Thelma's nipples were hard. They felt like two small pebbles in Maggie's hands. Her lips parted and her eyes were glazed. She had a drugged look, but Maggie knew she hadn't taken anything. She obviously got high on sex.
With a tiny animal cry, Thelma pushed Maggie down on her back and climbed over her. She lay on her side and locked her lips against Maggie's. They enjoyed a long, lazy, hungry kiss. Thelma's tits hung down and grazed Maggie's. Maggie felt at perfect peace with her world.
"Your heart is beating so fast," Thelma said. She deliberately placed her tits over Maggie's and pressed down.
"So's yours," Maggie said, stroking the redhead's hair.
"We're two hot cunts," Thelma said.
"That doesn't sound like a feminist term."
"What the hell," Thelma said. "We're alone. We can be ourselves."
It was true. Maggie couldn't have put it better. They were two hot cunts. Both soft and warm and totally female. So different from men. Maggie loved the feel of a man's body next to hers, crushing her. But now the feel of Thelma's soft lush body was equally exciting.
"I love a good fuck with another woman occasionally, don't you?" Thelma said.
"This is only my second time and that was with a man," Maggie said, opening her legs wider in silent invitation.
Thelma fingered her and tongued her tits. "I'm an old pro," she said. "I'll teach you everything you need to know." She dropped to her knees between Maggie's legs and held her cuntlips open wide.
Maggie shivered and rested her hands on her chest. She knew Thelma was about to kiss her pussy. And that's exactly what she did. She pushed her flaming red hair back impatiently and dipped her tongue over Maggie's cunt.
She smiled sexily and tickled up and down Maggie's slit. The first touch of her tongue on Maggie's clit turned the brunette's knees to jelly. She grabbed Thelma's hair and pulled on it. She had almost forgotten how good a woman's mouth felt on her cunt.
When Thelma raised her head momentarily, her lips gleamed with Maggie's cuntjuice. "You taste dynamite delicious," she said, "A girl could drown in your pussy."
"Girl?" Maggie cocked an eyebrow. "Where's the militant feminist?"
"Oh, fuck you," Thelma said good-naturedly. "I told you this was between us girls."
Maggie laced her fingers in Thelma's hair while the redhead proceeded to lick and suck her cunt. At intervals she licked the soft flesh of Maggie's inner thighs and the deep cleft of her asscrack. When she tongued Maggie's bung, the brunette tilted her ass back to give her total access to her sensitive brownie.
"God, I wish I could give it to you in the asshole!" Thelma said. She flicked her tongue back and forth over Maggie's clit.
"You could with a dildo."
"I hate them. Dildos make a political statement that women need men in some form."
"You are militant. I take back what I said before."
Thelma held Maggie's hairy cuntlips open and ran her tongue up and down her succulent inner folds. Suddenly she plunged her stiffened tongue inside Maggie's cunthole and the brunette lurched on the sofa.
"Oooohhhhhh, goooood!" she cried. "Sooooo, goooooood!"
She rocked her head from side to side and clutched Thelma's head with her thighs. Thelma tongue-fucked her with abandon and every nerve-ending in Maggie's body exploded.
When she next caught her breath, they were in the sixty-nine position and Thelma's pussy was poised over her face. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled her down and began licking her vigorously.
Her own pussy was aflame with desire. She wanted and needed to kiss and lick Thelma's cunt. It was a two-way thing and she felt incomplete unless she had her face buried in Thelma's pussy.
She explored every nook and cranny of Thelma's cunt with her tongue-tip. She used her fingers to tease and caress and fondle. She clutched Thelma's asscheeks and dipped her fingers into her ass crease. She wedged a fingertip into her asshole and the redhead almost fell to the floor.
"That's it!" Thelma cried, fastening her lips to Maggie's clit.
She rocked wildly as she came, and Maggie continued fingering her asshole and licking her clit. She writhed out of control and the two women suddenly slipped onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and flopping tits.
Maggie landed on top and she straddled Thelma until they were cunt to cunt. She directed her clit over Thelma's and rubbed back and forth. She leaned over and kissed the redhead and their tits met and pressed together.
Her hands were all over Thelma. She was the aggressor now and she felt a new excitement raging through her. She dry-humped her and sucked her tits and french-kissed her as the redhead climaxed again.
They continued making love until they were spent. It occurred to Maggie that they didn't have to stop until they'd had enough. With a man it was different. Men stopped when their cocks went down. That was one advantage to balling a woman.
I hope to God I'm not turning into a dyke, she thought as she returned to her office. I'd look lousy in a crew-cut.
But she knew in her heart there was no danger of that. She loved men and she love pricks. Hard or soft.
CHAPTER SIX
Maggie began going to women's lib meetings with Thelma. She became engrossed in the movement and inevitably her relationship with Ted changed. She began to see him for the chauvinist pig he was, but she continued their affair. She couldn't seem to give up his big cock, much as she wanted to. And she thought a lot of the libbers were weird.
There were things about the movement she didn't agree with. Neither did Thelma. Some of the women didn't believe in wearing makeup or fixing their hair or dressing attractively. There was a group who didn't shave under their arms and didn't shave their legs. They wore their hair hanging simply or cut short. Maggie suspected some of them were lesbians although all claimed to be straight. The most militant didn't wear bras even if their tits hung down to their knees. They claimed they were more comfortable with their tits swinging free and wearing bras meant giving in to the system which was run by men.
She and Thelma argued with the majority in the group about many areas, and sometimes the whole thing was boring. But she continued going to meetings. It was hard to say no to Thelma.
Maggie suspected that Ted was beginning to tire of her. Their affair had been going on for over two years and she sensed he was getting bored with the chase. She also knew she had changed. She was more confident and more assertive. Ted preferred a touch of assertiveness and a big dose of passivity in his mistresses. She sensed a change in his feelings for her.
Her relationship with Dave stayed exactly the same. He was the only person in the world she could be herself with. Totally comfortable and cozy and unexciting. She did her cheating without malice. She loved him.
Her relationship with Ted came to a head in a peculiar way. She took a week-long vacation, and, since Dave couldn't get away, she spent the time working for the movement. She handed out leaflets outside of downtown office buildings and picketed several companies which were known to discriminate against women. The women who refused to enhance their appearance deliberately sent her out where she would be seen. They insisted her appearance would help the movement. She was a stunning woman, a feminine woman and a feminist. She knew by the reactions she got from some people that they were right. She enjoyed what she was doing and she still felt like a sexy exciting woman.
One day she was leafleting across the street from the bank. She remembered that she'd left a book in her desk and when she was through she went up to her office to retrieve it.
Ted was obviously in his office and of course she couldn't leave without seeing him. Just being close to her lover made her pussy twitch.
She crossed her office and paused outside the door of Ted's private office. Something in her made her stop and listen. It was very quiet.
Almost too quiet. Yet she had an intuitive feeling Ted wasn't alone.
She pressed her ear to the door and listened. She hated herself for doing it, but she had no choice. She simply had to know if there was another woman in there with him.
She stepped back aghast when the door opened slightly. She waited, barely breathing. Would Ted walk over and close the door? Would he care that it had opened? Would he even notice?
After a few moments she heard the tinkle of ice against glass. She still hoped her fears were for naught. Ted sometimes enjoyed a drink in the middle of the day. Who's to say he couldn't drink alone? But she knew in her heart he had a guest and she knew the guest was female.
Her ears perked up, almost literally, when she heard a soft giggle coming from inside the office. Her heart sank and she turned to leave. But she retuned to the door. She had to know who was in there with him. Once she knew she'd leave. But she had to know.
She brushed back her mane of dark hair and hugged her arms around her chest. She felt chilled, but it was warm in the office. Her cunt was wet, just being near Ted. But her face was flushed and she was angry too.
Who the hell was he to be cheating on her? Who the hell was any man to cheat on his wife and then on his mistress? She became angrier by the minute and openly stared into the office through the inch or so of opening.
At first she saw nothing. "You're so big, you'll kill me with that thing!" a shrill young voice squealed. "I'm dying to have it. Will it hurt? I've never seen a cock that big. It's enormous!"
Maggie didn't recognize the voice. It could be almost anyone. There were dozens of young girls working in the bank and she'd seen Ted flirt with all of them at one time or another. Harmless flirting. But the moment she was out of sight he was fucking one of them. Or was this just one of many?
She still could see nothing. She swallowed hard and pushed the door until she could see inside. The blinds were drawn so the office got no afternoon sun. She saw enough to make the tiny hairs on the back of her neck bristle.
The girl's name was Cindy and she was a teller. She had big tits and long blonde hair. Her eyes were two huge blue saucers and her ass wiggled when she walked. She was known to be fucking her way through the bank.
For some reason Maggie wasn't angry with her. She knew from all the feminist meetings she'd attended that women like Cindy were the exploited ones. They were used by men like Ted while they were young and beautiful. If girls like her didn't find husbands while they were young, they were thrown out to pasture when they turned thirty and the bloom was off the rose. No, she wasn't angry at Cindy. The girl had to use what she had in this world and if that was tits and ass and cunt, well everyone has to survive. She was angry at the men, at Ted Lord specifically. He had the best of all worlds and used women shamelessly.
He'll never use me again, Maggie thought, gooseflesh forming on her skin. It was then she decided to stay and watch everything. It was obvious neither Ted nor the girl were aware that the door was ajar. She would watch and remember everything. She would put it all away in her memory bank and recall it as another indictment of the male sex.
Now she listened enraged while Ted whispered something to the girl that she couldn't hear. She watched him pump his massive prick and point it at the blonde. Even in her fury she became aroused at the sight of his cock. It had, after all, given her hours of pleasure.
"You pretty little thing," Ted said, caressing Cindy's tits while she clutched his cock. "I won't hurt you. I haven't had a casualty yet."
Maggie sighed and couldn't help smiling. He'd said those exact words to her the first time they'd fucked. Her heart pounded so fast she could feel it in her temples and her ears. She waited for Cindy's response.
"I don't know if my pussy's big enough to take it," she giggled. "But I'd sure like to try it." She closed her fingers around the thickness of his shaft and threw her head back as Ted slipped his hand inside her blouse.
She still wore her tailored tellers' jacket, but now Ted slipped it off her shoulders and began unbuttoning her blouse. "If it's not big enough I'll stretch it," he said softly.
"Mmmmm, I think I'd like that," Cindy said, her eyes perfectly round and darkening with lust. Maggie recognized the look. "It'll be fun trying, anyway," Cindy said with a toss of her long blonde curls.
Maggie's cunt heated up just listening to the conversation. Watching the little blonde pull and tug on Ted's cock made her smile. She knew the way Ted liked his cock handled. He liked it touched in a light teasing way. He'd taught her exactly what he liked. Would he teach Cindy?
"Just touch the tip like that," he said to the girl as he parted her blouse and pushed her bra straps off her shoulders.
Damn him! Maggie thought as he hefted the girl's huge tits in his hands. Damn him for being such a chauvinist pig!
But her cunt churned and she shivered at the sight of his fingers on the blonde teller's tits. The girl was stroking his prick and fondling his balls, and Maggie leaned against the doorway and bit her lip with excitement.
Now she watched with fascinated eyes as the blonde girl sexily lifted her skirt and deliberately licked her lips. She revealed string bikinis covering a thick blonde cunt-bush. She wiggled out of her panties and lifted herself onto the edge of Ted's desk. Her eyes never left Ted's as she hoisted herself up and offered herself to him.
Maggie's blood raced as Ted moved before her and let his huge horse-prick part the girl's inner cuntlips. Then he was inside her and Cindy's head rolled back.
"Oh, God, you're in!" she lisped.
She arched her back and pushed herself against him. She seemed to be demanding something and Maggie saw the less-than-innocent expression on her pretty face.
Ted pulled out and left only the tip of his cock inside her pink-fleshed pussy. He thrust in and set her tits flopping from the impact of his stroke.
"You're a little doll," he said, grabbing her by a hank of hair and kissing her.
Cindy quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're not so bad yourself," she said.
Maggie felt bruised and numb. She'd heard those very same words from Ted. It was all a line. He used the same line on all his women. And when he told her he loved her-were those just words too?
Ted's hips began churning back and forth as he moved his massive cock in and put of the blonde's cunt. When he pulled out, Maggie saw Cindy's frothy cuntjuice clinging to his shaft.
'Oh, Teddie!" Cindy sighed, a dreamy expression on her face. "Your big cock feels so good inside me!"
"You ought to feel it from my side, pretty girl," he said.
Cindy giggled and braced her arms on the desk as he pounded her cunt. She screwed her eyes shut and then opened them and her mouth lolled open with passion.
"You're hitting my clittie," she gasped. "You're hitting my hot clittie and making me come."
"Isn't that what it's all about, darling?" Ted said.
He called her darling, Maggie thought. Oh, God, he called her darling!
The sound of his voice saying those empty words to Cindy made her more sad than angry now. In her own way she had loved him. Was it possible to love two men at once? She had to be fair. She loved Dave and Ted. Why wasn't it possible for Ted to love two or even three women?
She was terribly confused. She was also mesmerized by the sight of the hot blonde getting reamed by Ted's massive prick. She had never seen anything so exciting. She'd seen Oscar Tucker fuck Ellen, but Oscar's cock was nowhere as big as Ted's. The sight of his mammoth prick was almost enough to make her climax.
She glanced at the outer door and, convinced no one was around, she lifted her skirt and moved a hand inside her panties. She slid an eager finger between her pussy-lips and felt the gluey juice gushing out of her hot hole.
She continued watching Ted's prick move in and out of Cindy's well-oiled pussy and she frantically rubbed her hairy wet cuntlips and toyed with her clit.
A violent shiver raged through her. She almost felt as if she were the one filled with Ted's prick. Watching the couple in the office fuck while she masturbated was going to be enough to bring her off and soon.
"Can you take it a little harder?" Ted said. He stopped thrusting and left his entire prick imbedded inside Cindy's creamy-thighed body.
She clung to his shoulders, her moist lips working. "I can take whatever you've got to give."
In a perverse way Maggie was glad to hear the girl's demanding and definitely not subservient words. She repressed a giggle. Maybe Cindy wasn't a wimp after all. Maybe she was just a girl who loved fucking and took a good hard prick where she could get it. If that was true Maggie applauded her. The important thing was not to get used. Getting fucked was every woman's right.
Now she watched Ted lean over and fasten his lips to one of Cindy's big bouncing tits. He sucked noisily, making deliberate slurping sounds as he pulled her nipple erect before moving to her other tit.
"This is the best meal I've had in weeks," he said.
Maggie flinched. He'd said the same thing to her barely a week ago.
He continued working his lips and tongue over Cindy's tits and the girl wiggled her ass on the desk top and worked her cunt over his prick.
Ted opened his jaws wide, took a deep breath, and with a wink at Cindy took more of her tit into his mouth. She squealed and let her legs fall open.
"Do you give head too?" she said.
Maggie realized then that this was the first time they'd fucked.
"I hope to tell you," he said.
"I sure hope I get a chance to find out," Cindy breathed.
Ted placed one hand over her free tit and stroked it with his open palm while he tongued the tit in his mouth. "You will, darling, I promise you," he said.
Maggie thrust a finger into her cunt and almost cried out with lust. She didn't even care any longer that Ted was cheating on her. What did it matter in the end? She'd done her share of fooling around. There were the Tuckers and then Terry.
The thought of Terry made her blush. She rubbed the hard little button of her clit and fingered her cunt. The difference was that Terry was a young boy, while Cindy was... oh, God, we're both cheating with younger people who have relatively unimportant jobs in the bank. People we can control. Ted's no worse than me. We're cut from the same cloth.
She concentrated now on the action in the inner office. Cindy was begging Ted to fuck her harder, and Ted was teasing her by pulling his prick out of her cunt and pumping it with his fingers.
"Oh, Teddy, don't tease me!" the girl cried.
He thrust his fleshy spear back into her cunt.
"Better?" he said.
"Oh, yes, much!"
"Is it big enough for you?"
"And hard enough too!" She nodded, her long blonde hair swinging wildly.
Maggie saw the perspiration beading on Ted's forehead. She felt a twinge of warmth and affection for this man who had given her so much pleasure. She would never let him fuck her again, but she had a sudden urge to go into the office and gently wipe the moisture from his brow.
He began stroking his prick into Cindy's cunt with balls-deep jolts. Maggie plunged her finger into her pussy, using the same tempo. She corkscrewed her finger into her depths and felt her pussy clutch at it. She wondered if Cindy's cunt snapped shut around Ted's cock. He'd always told her that hers was the only snapping pussy around.
Quite unexpectedly Maggie came, and for a moment she was lost in the ecstasy of her purely physical release. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the office. Did they hear the soft sound that escaped her lips when she spasmed so deliciously? Apparently not. Ted was reaming Cindy more forcefully and the blonde was clinging to his neck and gasping for breath.
Cindy let out a low long sob and her entire body tensed up. She shivered violently, her ass almost falling off the desk as she came. Ted pushed her back and snarled as he corkscrewed his prick with piston-like strokes in and out of her crimson-lipped pussy.
In the outer office Maggie watched, totally engrossed in their wanton behavior. Was that how she looked when Ted fucked her? He'd fucked her in that position dozens of times. Most of the time they used the sofa, but for variety they tried everything. The desk had seen plenty of action in the years they'd been involved together.
Now her knees turned to rubber and she pulled her finger out of her cunt and let her skirt drop down. She wiped her hands together and smelled herself on them. They were slick with cuntjuice.
"Fuck me harder!" Cindy begged. Her head rocked back and forth, seeming almost to snap off her neck.
"You delicious little cunt!" Ted rasped, fucking her faster. He kissed her neck and throat and ears. "You hot juicy little cunt, you!"
Maggie swayed on her heels. Hearing Ted's words snapped her back to reality. She squeezed her thighs together and prepared to leave. She hated to miss anything, but she knew that once they were through they would see her. In her zeal she'd pushed the door open wider. Reluctantly, she pulled it closed as quietly as possible and turned to leave the office.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she returned to the office the following week, Ted was happy to see her. He tried to take her into his arms, but she pushed him away.
"I've got to talk to you," she said.
He respected her wishes and it wasn't until they had lunch at noon that she told him she couldn't see him anymore in the old way. She told him that Dave was suspicious and she realized she really loved him and didn't want to jeopardize her marriage. Ted was sad, but understood. She knew in her heart he was happy. Now he could spend more time with Cindy.
"Besides," she said at the end, "I've put in for a transfer."
Ted's face changed. He put out his hand to take hers, and then appeared to think better of it and let it fall on his lap.
"Aren't you happy in your job anymore either?" he said.
"It's not that." She told him all about Thelma Walker and her involvement with the women's movement. He nodded quietly and listened, and, when she was through, he wished her luck.
"If there's anything I can do, just let me know," he said.
"I know you will and I appreciate it."
"I think this women's lib thing is going to prove to be bad for you and lots of other women."
She almost weakened. "I'll have to give it a try," she said.
He shrugged. "You know I'm here if you need me."
She believed him and felt a surge of tenderness for him. A week later Thelma called her and told her there was an opening as a special assistant to one of the vice presidents in loans. The word was they wanted a woman to meet their affirmative action quota. She insisted that Maggie rush down to personnel and put in a request for the job.
Maggie got her transfer and within two weeks she was busy at her new job. Busy was the word to describe it too. No more two-hour lunches. Now she was glad to be able to grab fifteen minutes for a sandwich at her desk, without Ted holding her hand and whispering in her ear either.
"Isn't it rewarding as hell?" Thelma said one day when she stopped in to see her.
"I've never been so exhausted," Maggie said.
"But it's for you and your own future," Thelma insisted. "You're not working to further the career of some man."
"I still have a lot to do when I get home," Maggie said, sighing deeply. "And I never finish up here. There's always something."
"Doesn't Dave do his share?"
"Yes, but it's my responsibility."
"That should be your next project. To get him to take on responsibility too." She blew Maggie a kiss and left the office.
"That'll be the day," Maggie said to herself. But in her heart she loved her new job and everything it entailed.
She had received a nice salary increase and that made her proud. She now earned what people called a man's salary. But there was a price to pay. When she gazed in the mirror, she saw the results. Especially after a particularly busy day. Would she join the ranks of businesswomen with ulcers?
The weeks and months flew by. One of the advantages to her job was the opportunity for promotion. Her area was known for promoting women. It became like a drug. Work gave her a rush and she finally understood men like Ted. Now she wanted to get ahead. She almost needed it.
Dave was proud of her and not in the least bit threatened. He joked to their friends that he was ready to stay home and take care of the house while Maggie brought home the bacon. She believed he would. The more overtime hours she put in at the bank, the happier he was. She wondered with annoyance if he had another woman.
She asked him about it. She had no compunction about bringing the subject up. She hadn't been fucked by anyone else in months, not since she started her new job. She hardly had time to think about her horniness and even less time for cheating.
Thelma thought it was unhealthy. When she discovered that Maggie hadn't had a good fuck in months, she took over.
"I'm going to give you a birthday present," she said.
"What?"
"It's a surprise."
Maggie forgot the promise. Her birthday was weeks off and she was busy with a proposal which might save the bank thousands of dollars a month. She would make the presentation at a meeting of the bank president and the men directly under him. There were no women in that privileged group. To herself Maggie thought it would be a nice goal to have.
Ted phoned one day and invited her to have lunch. She glanced at the work on her desk. It was a tempting offer, but she refused. "Can't do it," she said.
"You're beginning to sound more like a man than a woman," Ted warned.
"Why, just because I take my work seriously?" she said.
"Don't brush me off, Maggie. I know you well. I loved you well, too. Don't forget it." His voice was muffled. He probably had his hand over the receiver.
"How's Cindy working out?" she said. A month after Maggie was transferred, Cindy went to work for Ted.
"She's doing okay." He sounded brusque when she mentioned Cindy.
"Is she doing everything for you that I used to do?" Maggie teased.
There was silence on the phone.
Maggie repeated her question.
"Now, Maggie, don't be bitchy," Ted said. "It doesn't become you."
"Always the perfect gentleman," Maggie said with a wry grin.
"I try to be," he said.
"Never brag about your exploits, do you?"
"You've changed too much for me," Ted said.
It was several moments before Maggie realized he'd hung up.
"The bastard!" she whispered. "He's like a spoiled child. Can't stand thinking I can live without him."
She was aware of her horniness and knew it was a result of her conversation with Ted. Thinking about his big prick made her cunt twitch.
She wondered idly what Thelma's present would consist of. The redhead had hinted it was sexual in nature. She hoped Thelma wasn't going to surprise her with an all-female orgy. She'd hinted that she had participated in many of them, but after practically abstaining for all these months Maggie was in no mood for cunt. Quite to the contrary, she was in the mood for cock and lots of it.
On the day before her birthday Thelma popped into her office. She insisted that Maggie take the next day off and come to her apartment. She told her that her birthday present was too large to wrap and carry to the bank. She would have to come to the apartment to pick it up, but she wouldn't be sorry. It was a gift that would knock her socks off.
Maggie couldn't imagine what it could be, but she arranged with her immediate boss to take the day off. She was doing so well in her job she knew he didn't mind.
The presentation to the president and the rest of the top executive staff had gone well. They were holding her suggestion in abeyance until the first of the year, but at that time it would probably be instituted. They had a few things to work out, but just the fact that they were discussing the adoption of her idea made her shiver with excitement. If this is achievement, I love it, she thought.
On the morning of her birthday, she dressed carefully. She told Dave where she was going. They didn't make a fuss over birthdays, and he told her to have a nice time and patted her ass as he kissed her goodbye.
In the taxi on the way to Thelma's apartment she thought about how her life had changed in the past months. She admitted to herself that most of it was due to Thelma. Without the redhead she'd still be pounding a typewriter.
Fifteen minutes later she was naked in Thelma's bed, wedged between two young studs named Art and Fred. They both had massive hard-ons and lost no time in climbing on top of her.
"For the first act I think we'll fuck you together," Art said.
Both men hovered over her, their pricks sticking out like prehistoric clubs. Maggie giggled when she thought about how Thelma must have searched for the men. They were perfect. Young and handsome and as well-hung as Ted Lord.
"How do you propose to do that?" she said.
"Like this," Fred said, pushing her legs apart. His cock in his fist, he aimed it toward Maggie's juicy pussy.
When the tip of his prick was barely an inch from her cunt, he paused and grinned down at her.
"Here goes the thrill of your life," he said.
He lurched forward and plunged his massive hard-on inside her cunt.
He stroked in and out a few times. Maggie writhed with excitement. She gazed at Art who was kneeling down nearby and pumping his prick. The moment Fred pulled out, Art took his place and slammed his prick into her depths.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got a tight cunt!" he said. "I'm gonna shoot my wad too fast!"
"Just concentrate," his friend said, dipping his prick back into her cunt. "Just fucking concentrate." His brow was furrowed as he bent down and sucked briefly on Maggie's tit.
They took turns like that for the next five minutes. Maggie lay still and let them do all the work. It was her birthday present and she had every intention of enjoying it. They were paid-for studs and why not? Men had been paying for sex from the beginning of time. Why shouldn't women?
She pulled her knees back and tilted her ass up, opening her cunt completely. She glanced down at her gaping pussy-folds. They were purple with arousal and very wet. She watched the man take turns inserting their cocks inside her hole. She watched her hole open up like a flower and snap shut around their pricks.
She gasped with delight when their pricks came out of her cunt coated with her essence. With every thrust, their shafts rubbed her clit deliciously and sent her soaring toward the ultimate pleasure.
She rolled her head from side to side in abandon. Her tits jiggled and bounced and she clutched them and moaned and perspired. It was incredible. Being fucked by two men at once. How lucky to have a friend as imaginative as Thelma!
Her cuntlips opened and closed as they stuffed their cocks inside. Art seemed to be having no trouble controlling his climax. Both men looked like they were enjoying it as much as she. She began pumping her ass up off the bed and fucking back heartily.
They thrust and stroked and teased and Maggie reached for their balls and pretended to squeeze them hard. At one point, one of them stayed too long between her legs and his friend grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off.
They began to be competitive and it was to Maggie's advantage. They were no longer performing a job. They were enjoying a good hot fuck with a delectable woman.
"Oh, Jesus, you guys are too much!" Maggie moaned, her fingers laced through Fred's hair as he banged her.
She felt the rush of her first orgasm. It was warm and wet and lovely and lasted a long time. The men clenched their teeth and continued stroking. When she opened her eyes, she beamed. They were paid to fuck and, by God, they were fucking!
"Are you digging it, baby?" Art said, his face dripping with perspiration and his eyes glittering with excitement.
"I love it!" she cried, reaching out for him.
He began to move forward into her arms when Fred interceded. "My turn, buddy," he said.
They rammed and plunged and corkscrewed their pricks into her cunt. Her thighs began to ache. They had been spread wide for so long. She churned her hips and ass and wanted this moment to last forever.
"Don't stop!" she said, her teeth chattering as she soared toward another climax. "Please, don't stop! Don't stop!"
They banged away, still taking turns and giving their pricks an opportunity to rest between strokes. She realized that was the secret. Together they were able to last a very long time.
She tingled all over as she came yet again. She lifted her head from the pillow and grimaced, but no sound came from her lips.
She shook all over and grunted, babbling incessantly through her pleasure.
Their faces were flushed with their exertion.
"I don't know if I can take anymore," she said.
"Okay, I'm ready," Fred hissed. His eyes shut tight, he slammed his prick into Maggie's cunt and filled her with his spunk.
He was no sooner through when Art climbed between her legs. "Where do you want it?" he said.
"All over me," Maggie said.
She lay perfectly still while Art stiffened and snarled and directed his thick frothy spray of jism over her body. It hit her tits and her belly and one glob hit her cheek. The biggest globs hit her tits and she rubbed it into her skin and thrashed her legs in the air.
At the very end he jammed his still-spurting prick into her cunt and dumped the rest of his load inside her. His cock jerked madly, and she came one final time while he was inside her.
When it was over, the men lay beside her, catching their breath. Maggie climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Her hair looked wild and her makeup was smeared. She looked beautiful, her skin glowing and her eyes clear and sparkling.
She sat down on the toilet and peed and when she was through she splashed cold water over her face and wrists. She hurried back to the bedroom. The men were still lying spreadeagled on the bed with their eyes closed.
She climbed between them and put her arms around Art. Her tits brushed his chest and she turned to Fred. "You did good," she said.
Fred opened his eyes. "Lady, I'd do it for nothing," he said. "You're the best fuck I've ever had."
"Ditto for me," Art said. He sat up and reached for her. "And we're not through either. That was just the first course. Remember?"
"How would you like a double-dip in your butt?" Fred said.
Maggie gazed from one to the other. "I'd love it." She salivated as she gazed at their softened, but still big, cocks. "Can I do something to help get those things up again?"
"You bet."
They stretched out on their backs and Maggie climbed between them. She turned to Art and took his cockhead into her mouth. He groaned and she tasted herself on him and felt his cock stir inside her lips.
She darted her tongue over his piss-slit and took half of his thick shaft into her mouth. He caressed her hanging tits and she fluttered her tongue up and down the length of his prick.
She turned to Fred and did the same. His cock was just as long and thick. The shape was different and she took his bulbous cockhead into one cheek and let it rest there a moment.
Fred moved his hands around and clutched her asscheeks. She felt him snake a finger into her asscrack and search for her bung. When he found it, he wet his finger with her cuntjuice and forced the tip into her bung. She hungrily took more of his prick into her mouth and held her breath. She trembled violently. Soon she would have their cocks in her asshole. What a treat!
She kissed his cock and balls all over and pressed her face into his bristly cock-bush. Almost mindlessly she released him and turned back to Art. She took his now-hard prick into her mouth as far as it would go without choking her. They were both ready for fucking now and so was she.
She climbed onto her haunches and held a cock in each fist. She went from one to the other, licking their taut-skinned, smooth cockheads and squeezing their thick, trunk like roots. Their cocks were engorged with blood and they pulsated hotly. They surged with life as did her pussy.
When they were all ready, she lay down on her hands and knees in the middle of Thelma's bed and the men knelt behind her. No one spoke. She pressed her face into the pillow and sighed with excitement when one of them stuffed his prick into her asshole.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed softly when his cock surged inside her bowels.
Their balls slapped her cunt as they took turns fucking her shitter. She felt no pain. Her asshole opened up and took their cocks with no trouble at all.
It was a birthday Maggie would never forget. When the orgy was over and they were dressing, the men admitted the whole thing had been filmed by a hidden video camera. That was Thelma's extra gift for Maggie.
"Next year I'll invite you guys to come and view it," she said as she kissed them goodbye. "Maybe we'll even ask Thelma to join us."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maggie and Thelma began double-dating. Thelma continued trying to get Maggie involved with her friends, but Maggie was firm in her refusal. She was beginning to wonder about Thelma. The redhead was insatiable sexually, and getting careless. Maggie became less enthusiastic about women's lib. She went to meetings and occasionally handed out leaflets on street corners. But she doubted the value of the work. She was beginning to think the whole movement was bullshit.
She and Dave saw the Tuckers occasionally. Nothing was ever said by the older couple about their wild evening with Maggie. Ellen was as prim and proper as ever, and Maggie thought she might have dreamed the whole thing up.
Her career was going well, but strangely enough she no longer found it exciting. Now that she was making it, the fun was gone. The work became drudgery. She thought about having a baby.
One evening she had planned on going home directly after work when Thelma burst into her office. "The boss wants to take us out," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "To the best club in town, no less."
"What boss?"
"The boss, for God's sake. Mr. Carlisle."
Maggie raised her eyebrows. Ray Carlisle was the president of the bank. She'd only met him a few times. The last time was when he approved her proposal. He'd been totally business-like and almost cool.
"I told Dave I'd be home," Maggie said.
Her secretary walked into the office then and asked if she could leave early.
"Sure," Maggie said. She wasn't comfortable being a boss. She knew she never would be.
"Tell him it's the president," Thelma said. "You don't turn Carlisle down."
Maggie thought for a moment. The money she was earning was going into the bank. It would provide the down payment for a house. A very nice large house. She reached for the phone and dialed Dave's office.
She waved her hand at Thelma and the redhead nodded. "I'll get out while you talk. See you in the lobby a few minutes after five."
Maggie told Dave she had to attend a business meeting. He sounded as if he couldn't have cared less. She spent the rest of the afternoon pouring over some figures and by five o'clock she was happy to leave the office.
As she freshened her make-up and brushed her hair, she wondered why Mr. Carlisle was taking them out. She resented that as a married woman he hadn't asked her husband to join them. If she was a man... well times had changed. Wives weren't included too often either. She stopped trying to make a case for sexism. She realized how much she loved Dave.
Mr. Carlisle met them in the lobby and ushered them out to his car. He dismissed his driver with a wave of his hand. He told Maggie to get in the front seat and Thelma in the back.
They waited at the curb for a few minutes without speaking. Neither woman had the nerve to ask what or who they were waiting for.
When Ted Lord walked out of the bank and stepped over to the car, Maggie wasn't really surprised. Thelma's eyes widened when he climbed into the back seat next to her. The two men began talking business as Ray Carlisle pulled into the rush-hour traffic.
Maggie said nothing on the way to the club. Dinner was uneventful, but delicious. They were sipping brandy when the bank president slipped his arm around Maggie's shoulder.
"I'll bet you're wondering why I asked you girls out tonight?"
"I assumed you wanted to talk bank business, Mr. Carlisle," Maggie said.
"After five, it's Ray," the president said. His face was flushed from the brandy and the rich food. He looked different too. His entire attitude changed from formal to casual. And sexual.
Thelma and Ted were chatting away. They were seated across the booth and Ted was nuzzling Thelma's neck. Maggie felt a stab of jealousy. Was Ted doing this purposely to make her angry? Or did he really want to start something with Thelma? Or had he already?
Maggie wondered if she could trust the redhead. She sipped her brandy as Ray Carlisle hugged her to him. So he was going to make a pass. It didn't surprise her. Even the biggest liked to fuck. And it was flattering. She wondered what his cock was like. She hoped it was big. She was in the mood for a big prick.
"Let's get out of here," Ray said in her ear.
"Where are we going?" she said. It seemed a foregone conclusion that they were going somewhere to fuck.
"Should we go our own way or make it a party?"
Maggie glanced across the table at Ted and Thelma. She shrugged. "Whatever you want to do is okay with me," she said.
He glanced at Ted and nodded. Fifteen minutes later they were driving down the expressway, Maggie and Ray in the front seat and Ted and Thelma in the back seat.
Maggie was hardly surprised when Ray reached over to slip his hand between her legs. She felt rather silly, like a teenager, but if he got his kicks this way she didn't mind. He was rich and important enough to get away with kinky behavior.
Suddenly he turned off, drove for about a mile with his hands on the wheel, and parked in a grove of trees. Maggie turned to him and giggled.
"Here?" she said.
He pulled her against him. The car was huge and she heard Thelma and Ted breathing hard in the back seat. "Takes me back to my childhood," Ray said.
He reached for her again, moving so fast that she didn't have time to think. His fingers were inside the crotch of her panties and manipulating her clit.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" she hissed.
He gently rubbed the succulent folds of her cunt. "You're a hot one," he said hoarsely.
She trembled deliciously as he forced one finger into her heavily lubricating cunthole. She wiggled around on the seat and glanced into the rear view mirror. She couldn't see Ted and Thelma anymore. They were obviously stretched out flat on the back seat. She could hear them though. She could hear a tongue sucking and licking and she heard Thelma moaning. She wondered if Ted had ever loved her.
She gasped. She hadn't noticed when Ray pulled his finger out of her cunt and shoved it into her asshole. She tried to expel it, but he held it fast and kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Good?" he said in a loud voice.
"Ssshhhh!" she whispered.
He motioned toward the back seat. "They're not paying any attention to us," he said.
Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her thighs were spread wide. There was a full moon and she could see Ray's face clearly. He smiled broadly while he worked her clit with his thumb.
"Do you come?" he said.
"Of course."
"I was beginning to think you didn't come."
"It's just that I feel so... so public here."
"You girls ever fuck together?" His entire demeanor had changed. He leered at her, looking more like a sex maniac than a bank president.
"Yes," she admitted. His fingers were doing wrongful things to her. She stifled an exclamation when he added a second finger to her asshole.
"Do you give good head?" Ray Carlisle said, loudly enough for the couple in the back seat to hear.
Maggie heard Ted chuckle softly.
"Why don't you ask him?" she said boldly, pointing to the back seat.
"I already did," Ray said, using his free hand to unzip his fly. "He says you're the best."
When he brought his cock out, Maggie's mouth watered at the sight of it. The knob was big and bulbous and she worked her lips as she thought about how it would taste in her mouth. Did she dare suck his cock in front of Ted? Did she dare to refuse him if he asked her?
She felt confused suddenly. Here she was, a successful woman banker. And where was she, but in a parked car with the finger of the bank president up her ass. She didn't know who she was or what she was anymore. A feminist or a hot-cunt ed woman who just wanted cock as often as possible.
"Get out of the car," Ray said suddenly.
She reached for the handle on the door. He quickly climbed out of his side of the car and came around to her side. Then they were walking into thick grass and after a dozen steps he took her into his arms and kissed her.
"I think you'll be more relaxed out here," he said, releasing her.
They reached for each other and kissed. "I feel kind of uncomfortable around Ted," she said.
"I know. I guess it was a bad idea. Ted said you'd like it, the bastard. Do you think I'm a mad-man?" He took her hand and closed her fingers over his cock.
"Sort of." She grinned. He had a nice thick cock.
"I was a man before I became a successful banker," he said.
She stood perfectly still as he lifted her skirt and gazed at her cunt. Her flimsy bikinis barely covered her thick muff. And the crotch was damp with pussy-juice.
"How'd you like me to slip my big cock into your sweet little pussy?"
"Out here?"
"Would you rather do it in the car with Ted watching us?"
She thought for a moment. "Not really. I'm self-conscious in front of him."
"We could go to a motel, but it's kinkier out here, don't you think?"
She squeezed his cock-root. "It certainly is." His cock was very hard and she knew he was hot.
"I know what you're thinking and you're right," he said in a husky voice.
"Does it hurt?"
He nodded. "Real bad."
They laughed. "I'll just have to help you out of your misery."
She stood on one leg while he peeled her m panties down. She swayed slightly, bare-assed and bare-cunted with the cool evening breeze on her horny flesh. Her cunt tingled. The air felt lovely on her moist gash. She had never fucked outside before. It would be a first.
He led her to a tree and told her to turn around. She leaned against the tree, squatting so that he would be able to enter her from the behind.
He squatted down still farther, since he was taller than she, and pushed his cock-knob against her slit. She held her breath when her clit popped into erection. When he thrust in and entered her, she exhaled slowly.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out when his cock inched high inside her cunt. She felt his warm breath on her neck and her pussy contracted around his shaft and hugged it.
"Oh, shit, what a cunt!" he breathed, kissing her ear and tonguing it.
"Don't stop!" Maggie whispered hotly. She felt only wanton desire now. No shame or confusion.
"I wouldn't think of it, little lady," he said, breathing hard in her ear and stroking his prick balls-deep into her cunt.
"It's good," she murmured. "So damn good!"
"Oh, fuck, yes!"
He finished quickly and she came with him and Maggie was amazed to find his cock still hard.
"Turn around," he said, and he thrust his hand inside her bra to clutch her tits.
Then he was inside her again. They were stretched out on the grass and he was on top of her, fucking her like a bull in heat. She panted with total excitement. Fucking outside by the moonlight was the most incredible experience she'd ever had.
His cock was buried inside her belly when he stopped thrusting and gazed down at her. His eyes were hot, but tender, and he kissed her gently.
"Does all this surprise you?" he said. "A little."
"We're no different from anyone else," he said. "Bank president or office boy. We're all men." He withdrew and rammed in again, making her teeth chatter from the force of his thrust.
"Fuck me!" she sobbed, her entire body trembling with pent up emotion.
He fucked her and she laughed and cried in turn as she climbed toward another orgasm. When she stopped panting for breath, he thrust a few more times and then pulled out.
"And I wondered if you came?" he snickered.
"I couldn't come with Ted in the car."
"What's your husband like?" He reached down between them and manipulated her clit.
"Out of bounds," she said, gasping when he plunged his prick back into her cunt.
The exquisite tension began again and her eyes rolled back as she stiffened. He leaned over and she felt like a giant clit about to explode.
"I'd like to meet him," Ray said.
"Oh, God!" She came again and her cunt spasmed tightly around his prick.
He growled and began pounding her. The ground was damp and hard, but she barely felt it. She rolled her head from side to side and came and came and came.
For the second time he came inside her and her cunt sucked on his jism like a starving mouth.
"Fuck!" she said in an almost harsh voice. "Fuck me!"
When they returned to the car, the other couple was naked in the back seat. Thelma was mouthing obscenities and Ted was thrusting his prick into her mouth.
They both saw Maggie and Ray and obviously didn't care. Ted seemed to enjoy the audience because when Maggie and Ray climbed into the front seat he waved.
"Hi, folks," he said, thrusting his huge cock inside Thelma's widely stretched lips.
Maggie let Ray pull her onto his lap as they watched. Thelma's ass was sticking out in the air as she leaned over Ted and took his prick into her mouth.
"Fuck her," Ray said. It was more a command than a request.
Thelma lifted her head and glanced at Maggie. She raised her eyebrows and stretched out on her back. Ted hovered over her and mounted her. He winked at his boss and briefly grabbed Thelma's pink-nippled tits in his hands.
And then Ted's giant cock was buried inside Thelma's cunt. She wrapped her legs around his back and drew him into her. Ray fondled Maggie's tits and nuzzled her neck as they watched. She felt his prick stir and knew she would get laid again before the evening was over.
"Stick it in her asshole," Ray said calmly. Thelma's head jerked up. "No! He'll kill me!"
"Stick it in her asshole," Ray said again, dismissing her without a word.
Ted withdrew and Maggie noticed that his prick was coated with Thelma's whitish juice.
She felt sorry for Thelma. The redhead looked terrified.
"He won't hurt you," she said softly.
"Then you let him stick it in your asshole," Thelma said, squirming around on the seat and trying to escape.
"If she won't let him, you get back there," Ray said in a cold voice.
Maggie stared at him a moment. She shook her head. "Things are getting a little wild here."
Ray grabbed her arm and pushed her off his lap. "You like your job?" he snarled.
She felt anger then. Raw, hot anger. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Get back there and give him your ass."
"And if I refuse?"
"Oh, do what he wants," Thelma said, scrambling into her clothes.
Maggie gazed at Ted. He shrugged. He'd given it to her in the asshole dozens of times. She loved it and wasn't afraid of being hurt. But she wouldn't be coerced by anyone. Not even the bank president. That's what liberation is all about, she thought. Not a big office and a private secretary and fucking around. It's being able to tell anyone, male or female, to fuck off if what they're asking is too low down.
She pretended to give in. She climbed out of the car and motioned to Thelma. Thelma scrambled out too and the two women in unison closed the door and glared at the men.
"Go fuck yourselves," they said together.
The last glimpse Maggie and Thelma had of the two bankers was Ted pulling his pants on and Ray gunning the motor as he drove off and left them stranded.
Maggie felt a tiny stab of regret. She had lovely memories of Ted's prick. Would he ever fuck her again or was this the end?
CHAPTER NINE
Maggie never returned to the bank, but she sent her resume out and within a month she got a better job at a higher salary. She liked the people better and she never heard from Thelma or Ted Lord again.
She began seeing more of Sue. The blonde was a fun-loving woman who loved sex, but who wasn't as militant and kinky as Thelma. Or so Maggie thought.
Within a month Sue got Maggie involved in her first real orgy. It all happened quite by accident and was like nothing Maggie had ever experienced.
She left her office and waited for the car that was supposed to pick her up and take her to the orgy. Sue would be meeting her there and she was the one who arranged for Maggie's ride.
When the black Mercedes stopped and Maggie climbed in, she barely saw the man who was sitting in the shadows of the back seat. He stared straight ahead as the uniformed driver maneuvered his way around the traffic. Then he turned to her and smiled tightly.
"Your first time?" he said.
She nodded. "Yours?"
He smiled. "No."
They picked up another man at a nearby office building and when he climbed into the back seat Maggie found herself wedged between two men whose names she didn't know.
They didn't introduce themselves, but seemed to know her name. Suddenly their zippers were down and she was holding their cocks in her fists.
"Oh, my," she giggled, turning from one to the other.
The driver ignored them, but people in passing cars stared at the wanton sight. Maggie's coat collar was up around her chin, almost hiding her face. She wasn't afraid of being recognized. She was enjoying herself.
One of the men moved his hand under her skirt. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again around his hand. The other man stared straight ahead, but moved his hand to her chest and caressed her tits.
"This should be a good party," one of them said.
The one fondling her tits pinched her nipples. "Yes, I understand there's quite a show planned."
"What kind of show?" Maggie said.
Both men chuckled. "I won't spoil your fun by telling you."
She pumped their pricks and squeezed the hand between her thighs. Tonight she would be in a house, safe and secure and in no danger of being left out on some dark road. The evening with Thelma, when the men had stranded them, still brought chills to her spine.
The men finally introduced themselves. The one named Paul had a short thick cock and it twitched in her hand. The one named Gil held his hand open over her left tit and flattened it with his palm in a circular motion.
"We'll take care of you when we get there," he said. "You and Sue are with us."
Paul giggled nervously. "If anyone tries to get rough with you, just come and get one of us. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
She continued squeezing their pricks as the driver maneuvered expertly through the traffic. At one point the car stopped completely and Paul disengaged her hand from his cock and slid onto the immaculate floor of the car.
"I think I'll have a bite to eat," he chuckled, pushing her thighs apart.
Maggie giggled and opened her legs. Paul quickly pushed her skirt up and moved his head between her thighs. He took long swipes of her slit with his eager tongue while she pumped Gil's prick.
"How would you like to suck my cock?" Gil said suddenly.
"Why not?" she said.
He climbed onto his knees on the seat, facing her. His prick was an inch from her mouth and she opened her jaws and extended her tongue. He moved forward and shoved his cockhead into her mouth.
Maggie wondered what the driver thought. He had to be able to see them. The traffic was heavy and the car wasn't moving more than five miles an hour. The driver didn't turn around, but once Maggie thought she saw him staring into the back seat through the rearview mirror.
She held her collar up higher around her face and pushed her pussy at Paul's eagerly sucking mouth. She was pleased to have the orgy start early. She was very horny. Dave had practically ignored her for months.
Now she felt Paul's hot wet tongue lick all over her inner cuntlips. He took her tiny clit between his lips and made it swell to double its size.
Maggie stared into the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror. He winked impudently and she winked back. He sat up straighter and openly stared at them.
She filled her mouth with Gil's prick. Paul swabbed her pussy and she felt him biting into her cunt-hairs. The only thing missing was a drink. She wondered if there was a bar in the car somewhere.
By the time they arrived at the orgy Maggie had had two orgasms. Sue greeted her at the door with a glass of champagne in her hand.
"Did the boys introduce you properly?" she giggled.
"You mean Paul and Gil?" Maggie said, feeling the wetness between her legs.
Sue nodded, licking the champagne glass and surveying the scene. "Yeah, did they show you a good time on the way here?"
"I guess you know they did." Maggie handed her coat to a maid and asked for the location of the nearest bathroom.
When she arrived in the bathroom, she locked the door and lifted a thick towel from the rack. She raised her skirt and wiped the moisture from between her thighs. Then she peed, washed her hands and freshened her makeup.
By the time she went out and joined the others, she was in the mood to get laid by whatever means were available. And she quickly saw there were many means.
"No animals, no animals," a short slim man lisped as he pranced around wearing only a tweed jacket.
"Who needs animals when we've got you?" a second man said. This one was wearing only pants held up by suspenders and his cock was hanging out of his fly.
Maggie looked around in search for someone she knew. She didn't see Paul or Gil, and Sue was on the floor sucking some young boy's cock. She quickly realized she was on her own.
A tall thin blonde in a tight black dress fell to her knees in front of Maggie and gazed up at her. "If you lift your skirt I'll lick your m pussy for you."
"No thanks," Maggie said, stepping aside and walking around the woman. The men had said she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. And she definitely didn't want her pussy licked by another woman.
She worked her way into the huge living room. When she reached the bar, she asked the bartender for a double champagne cocktail. She drank it while she watched the action.
All the furniture in the room had been removed. The lights were pink and red and there were thick rugs and pillows all over the floor. People were in various stages and undress. Some were fucking and some were sucking and a few were sitting and talking.
Maggie smelled something strange and assumed it was dope. She had no intention of trying it, whatever it was. She was high on the sight of all these attractive people. All here for the same purpose. And what could be healthier or more fun than sex?
The couples who were still dressed were few. Most of the women had taken off their blouses and the man's cocks were out. Maggie inched her way through the maze of bodies to the next room. This one was even larger and there were more couples actively fucking.
There was a couple in the corner, stretched out on a huge pillow. She was a blonde, about six feet tall with the smallest waist and biggest tits Maggie had ever seen. The man was jamming his prick into her cunt while the woman spoke to him incessantly.
Across from them, lying on a mattress, were a couple who Maggie recognized. The man was a prominent politician and the woman was a model. Not his wife. The model was smoking through a foot-longer holder and she was naked from the waist up. Her tits were small and pointed and she had incredibly large nipples.
"Something for everybody, huh?" a voice said in her ear.
Maggie turned. She saw before her a man of about forty. He was fully dressed and he had a drink in his hand and a cynical expression on his face. He lifted his hand in a mock toast and sipped his drink.
"Here's hoping you find your something," he said.
Maggie drank her champagne cocktail slowly. She felt excited and scared, almost like a teenager on her first date. The bubbles in the champagne tickled her nose. It felt good. She found the man very attractive.
"My name is Clark," the man at her side said in a low voice. "And yours?"
"Maggie." She was glad he hadn't mentioned his last name. She had no intention of mentioning hers.
"The way you're staring I would presume this was your first orgy," he said.
She nodded. "It must really show." She gazed at the model who was hungrily sucking the politician's cock. Clark took her arm.
"And that man has White House aspirations," he chuckled.
The tall blonde was on her hands and knees, still talking incessantly, while her partner fucked her in the ass. Maggie gazed at her widely parted thighs and wondered if she'd ever have the nerve to fuck with others watching.
Clark took her hand and moved it over his fly. She felt his erection threatening to tear the fabric of his pants.
"We may as well join in," he said in a tired voice. "Otherwise it's all too deary."
Maggie turned to him. "You sound bored."
He tugged his zipper down and forced her hand inside his fly. "It's not you, dear. You're an exciting woman. It's just the scene. Sometimes it depresses me."
They found an empty pillow and sat down. Clark leaned back and reached for her. Maggie lay on her side and nuzzled his prick and balls, still inside his pants. She brought his prick out and pressed it against her cheek. It wasn't fully hard yet, but she planned to excite his boredom away.
"I think I'll un-depress you," she said.
He sighed and caressed her hair. "If anyone can do it, you can."
Maggie climbed between his legs on all fours and took his cock in her fist. She licked the length of it several times and felt it throb and stir.
Clark brought his hands to the sides of her head and held it tightly. It was clear he was no longer bored. Maggie swooped down and took his entire cockshaft into her mouth. She held his balls and played with them. It seemed so strange. Here she was with a perfect stranger and she was sucking his prick as if she'd known him for weeks. What a slut she'd become!
"Is it big enough for you?" he said as she tongued his cockhead wetly.
She felt someone lift her dress and pull her panties down. She ignored it as she eagerly mouth-fucked Clark's cock.
"A friend of yours?" Clark said, nodding toward whoever was behind her.
She finally turned her head and saw Sue who was kissing and licking her ass. "Sue, what are you doing?" she said, laughing at her friend's audacity.
The blonde shrugged and let her skirt drop down over her ass. "I've always wanted to do that to you," she said, moving on to the couple nearby.
"Lick my balls," Clark said.
Maggie quickly obeyed. She pumped his prick while she licked his hairy nuts. Now that Sue had turned her on licking her butt, she wished someone else would come over and lick her cunt.
Why not? she thought. I'm at an orgy, for God's sake.
As Clark's prick grew, it became more difficult to take the whole thing into her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt her long lashes sweep her cheeks as she inhaled him into her throat. His hands rested on her head and his expression was blank. But his cock was growing hard and long and she knew he was turned on. He just didn't want her to know it.
"Suck the come out of my balls," he said in a calm voice.
She opened her jaws wider and strained to take every inch of his cock into her mouth. She wondered if he would be able to get it up again. If not there were plenty of men around who would be glad to fuck her. She'd noticed that the ratio of men to women was about two to one. Good odds, she thought with a giggle.
"Will you look at that?" a deep voice said nearby.
She realized they were referring to her. A man and a woman crouched down next to Clark and watched Maggie suck his cock.
"How come you don't give head like that?" the man said.
"I give good head," the woman protested.
"Not like that," the man said. "She's got the whole damn thing in her mouth."
"I can do it," the woman said. "Your prick's nowhere as big as his." She moved around and tried to kiss Clark's lips. "What are you doing later tonight, big boy?" she said.
"Fuck off," Clark said nonchalantly.
"Well, fuck you!" the woman said, rising up and flouncing away.
The man stayed until she came back and tugged at his arm. "Sorry to have to leave, folks," he said with a grin. And to Maggie, "Anytime you're in the mood I'm available."
"You fuck off too," Clark said, but the man was already gone.
Maggie released his shaft and polished his cockhead with her tongue-tip. "I thought they'd never go," she said.
"I've decided not to come in your mouth," Clark said. "I'd like to fuck your ass. Okay with you?" He still sounded bored, but his eyes were warm when he gazed at her.
Maggie rolled over and pulled her skirt up. "I believe my friend Sue already pulled my pants down," she said.
Clark climbed around behind her and crushed his cock against her ass-crack. "I always did like that girl."
He wasted no time in penetrating her and Maggie thrust her ass back at his stroking cock. Someone crouched down before her face and drilled his cock into her mouth. She didn't know who it was, but she didn't care. She was happy to be stuffed fore and aft by stiff prick.
Clark came abruptly and filled her bowels with his warmish fuck-glue. He quickly disappeared and Maggie was left with the man who was fucking her mouth. She deliberately closed her eyes when he came so she never did know who he was. It was a kick to have a mouthful of jizz and not know who it belonged to.
Before she had a chance to climb to her feet, someone else had moved behind her and rammed his prick into her still-wet and open asshole. This one reached around and cupped her hanging tits as he drove his prick into her ass.
"Having fun?" he said and she recognized Paul's voice.
"Yes!" she moaned. She hadn't come yet and the tension in her cunt was building to unbearable proportions.
And then another man crouched before her and once again she had a cock in her mouth and a cock up her asshole. Doesn't anyone like to fuck a cunt anymore? she thought.
She pursed her lips around the cockhead in her mouth and tossed her ass back at Paul's prick. He moved one hand to her cunt and worked her clit until she came. It was a crashing, violent orgasm and it took her breath away. Nearby someone cried out and she realized that at the moment of climax she'd bitten down hard on the cock in her mouth.
"You're a savage!" he hissed as he came all over her face. "You're a fucking savage!"
She never knew when her clothes were ripped off. The rest of the evening was a blur, but she was never without at least two cocks in her orifices.
When she exhausted one man, another quickly took his place. She gazed around the room at intervals and realized everyone was in a circle, watching her and her current partners.
I'm the show! she thought, her entire body alive with pride. That's what they meant, but they didn't want to tell me. They knew I'd be the show. They sensed it in me.
Someone rolled her onto her back and for the first time she got her pussy reamed. She scraped her fingernails over the man's shoulders and worked her ass as they fucked.
"What's your name?" she said.
"What's the difference."
"I'm just curious," she said, snapping her pussy around his prick.
"Oh, shit, that's good!"
"You're the first man who's been interested in my pussy tonight."
"The assholes don't know what they're missing!"
CHAPTER TEN
Maggie knew that if she didn't do something about her marriage soon it would be too late. Her career was charging ahead. She liked her new job and was making more money than she'd dreamed possible. But something was missing in her personal life.
Still, being at home with Dave was like wearing an old comfortable pair of shoes. She didn't want to give it up and she didn't want to live with it. She was more confused than ever.
One day she spent her lunch hour with her current lover. By the time she went home she was glad to see Dave. After dinner she did the dishes and Dave swept the kitchen floor. There was something so comforting about the scene. She felt a surge of affection for him at times like this.
She knew it was because she was still glowing from her afternoon of love. She bustled around the kitchen, and, when they were through, she followed Dave into the living room where they settled down to watch television.
Whenever she fucked, she stayed turned-on all day. It seemed a pity to waste her wet cunt. Maybe if she worked at it, she could get Dave interested in fucking. Maybe.
She left the room and went upstairs. Dave didn't ask where she was going. He was watching the television screen intently. She wondered if he noticed anything about her anymore.
His eyes lit up when she returned to the room. She threw her hair back and watched him as he gazed at her body. She had changed to a sheer black nightgown and black satin slippers. The gown was sheer and she'd worn it on their honeymoon.
"You haven't worn that in a long time, babe," he said.
She sat down next to him and brought her feet up on the sofa. "Too long," she said, leaning over and toying with his chest hair.
After the initial surprise, he ignored her and concentrated on the television screen. She pushed her big tits against his arm. She reached inside his shirt and played with his nipples. She may as well have been a fly on the wall. He was tuned out.
"I'm horny, Dave," she finally said.
He tore his eyes away from the screen. He blinked. "You're what, hon?" he said.
"I'm horny."
He blinked again. "Is that why you're all dressed up?"
"What do you think?"
He shrugged and, moving heavily, put his arm around her.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" He yanked his zipper down and continued staring at the screen.
"Is all that for me?" she said sarcastically. He hadn't even bothered to take his cock out.
"What... huh... did you say something?" he said.
"Yes, I did," she said, gritting her teeth. This was one time she was seeing this thing through. She wasn't going to storm out of the room. That didn't work anyway. She would bring things to a head and, come what may, either change things between them or end the marriage.
She rose up and wiggled across the room on her high heels. She stood with her hands on her hips and her ass undulating. Her cunt felt hot and wet and her pussylips rubbed together as she wiggled. She remembered how her lover's tongue had felt when he licked her slit. She wanted the same kind of treatment from her husband.
"I want you to suck my cunt and I want to suck your cock and then I want to fuck all night," she said in a steely voice.
Dave glanced up at her. "Are you crazy?"
She knew then there was no hope. "No, are you?" she said. "Do you realize that there's a big world out there where people fuck? And not just on Saturday night when there's a full moon!"
Dave suddenly grinned. "Do you have your period, babe?"
If her cunt hadn't been so hungry she'd have left the house and gone to a motel.
"No, I don't have my period," she said in a low voice. "And there's nothing else wrong with me either. It's you."
"Me?" He looked puzzled and the sweetness in his face made her feel like a bitch momentarily.
"Yes, you," she said. She moved to the sofa and stood in front of him. She grabbed the remote and flicked the television off. "Touch me, Dave. For God's sake, before it's too late. Touch me!"
"Okay, babe, okay," he said, reaching down and lifting her nightgown.
In a moment his big hand was between her legs, rubbing the furry patch that covered her cunt. He seemed surprised and perplexed. She glared down at him. Poor guy, she thought. How can I expect him to get turned on when I'm yelling at him?
"You're wet," he said in an accusatory tone.
"That's the way pussies get," she said.
He looked more bewildered than ever. "I thought you were satisfied," he said.
"With the occasional fuck you throw me?" she spat.
"Well, Jesus, hon, you should have said something." He opened her outer cuntlips and delved inside her hot wet folds.
"I'm trying to now," she said. She took a deep breath and felt her juices flow. At least he was trying.
"Do you want me to go down on you?" he said. "Yes."
His finger teased her clit and he grinned. "I don't know what's happening to you, but I like it," he said.
"You do?" Now it was her turn to be puzzled.
"You bet," he said, dipping his fingertip into her cunthole.
The finger in her cunt made her knees turn to jelly. Dave's face suddenly changed. He seemed to grow more masculine right in front of her eyes.
"Let's get into bed," he growled softly.
"No," she said.
"I thought you wanted to fuck."
"We don't have to be in bed to fuck."
He lifted one eyebrow. "You sound like a woman of experience," he said.
"Maybe I am, Dave," she said with a catch in her voice. Maybe he needed a shock to realize how much he loved and needed her. If indeed he did still love her.
He thrust his entire finger into her cunt. She gazed into his eyes while she slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her naked tits.
She knew she was taking a chance, but wars were won this way. She hefted her tits in her hands and licked her lips.
"I want us to stay married," she said. "But things have to change between us."
"I take it you've been unhappy a long time," he said. His face was expressionless as he continued fingering her cunt.
"That's all in the past," she said with a toss of her hair. "I'm willing to try if you are."
"I don't want to lose you," he said.
"Oh, honey," she said.
"But, I don't want to hear about your... whatever you want to call them," he said. "Your affairs, I guess you'd say."
Her heart turned over. "I didn't want to go to other men," she said.
"I never cheated on you," he said, not looking at her. "Never once."
"I have needs... " She felt her throat constrict as the tears filled her eyes. What if she lost him now, just when thing seemed to be going right between them.
"Let's make a pact," he said.
"Anything."
"You will never mention this again and we'll start our marriage tonight. Right now. We've got the rest of our lives ahead of us and we can make it."
"I know we can." She leaned over and brushed her tits against his face. "We can get into bed if you still want to," she said.
He grunted and jammed his finger into her cunt. She humped herself at him, enjoying the feel of his finger on her clit.
"Yeah, in a minute," he said, sounding more assertive than he had in years.
His cock was still inside his fly, but she saw the bulge his hard-on was creating. "I can't wait to have that big thing inside me," she said.
"What big thing?" He grinned. "Say it."
"Your big cock!" she hissed, dropping onto his lap and cuddling against him. "I can't wait to have your big fat cock inside my cunt."
"Hey, is this the girl I married?" he said, reaching for her tits.
She clutched his prick while he bent down and took one of her tits into his mouth. She wiggled her ass around and felt his cock stir wildly against her asscheeks.
"Let's get into bed," she said, breathing rapidly. "I can't wait."
He slowly rose up and dropped her to the floor. She stood in front of him and watched as he pulled his prick out of his fly and waved it at her.
"Put it inside you," he said.
"Yes!" she said, her teeth chattering. "Yes, I want it!"
He stretched out on the sofa and she straddled him. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist and she lowered her cunt to his prick and took him inside her.
"Oh, yes!" she said, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Somehow fucking Dave was newly exciting. Almost like fucking a new lover. But better.
"Is it good?" he said huskily.
"Yes, it's good!"
"You're a hell of a lay," he said.
"I love you!"
She knew then she could have it all. She could have a good marriage and a career and maybe even a family. She could keep her job and be successful and make more money than Dave. It didn't matter. They just had to work at it.
But she had one nagging feeling. She knew she needed more sex than Dave would ever be willing or able to give her. Even though at the moment he seemed to have changed, she knew in her heart he hadn't. He was trying, and that was good. But a tiger doesn't change its spots. Trite, but true.
She was a highly sexed woman. More and more every day. Her current lover had fucked her twice today, but here she was eager for more. She was a living, breathing fuck machine. She wiggled her ass as she fucked her husband. Would he be man enough to accept her as she was?
She raised and lowered her ass as she energetically fucked his cock. She writhed and wiggled and dropped forward to make him a present of her tits.
"Suck them," she purred lazily.
"I can't reach them."
She moved higher up and stuffed a tit into his mouth. He rolled his eyes and began sucking. He would always need guidance. She would have to give it to him. It would work out. It had to.
She stayed in that position a long time, wiggling her ass and fucking him from different angles. She did what was good for her. She'd learned long ago that the most exciting thing for a man was when a woman was excited. She believed men should do what turned them on and that women should do the same. Give and take and give and take, but especially take.
Dave began humping his ass up off the sofa and fucking back at her writhing cunt.
"Where'd you learn to fuck like this?" he said. They both burst out laughing. "Forget I said that. Don't tell me."
She delighted in the way he rammed up to meet her thrusts. She kissed him and purposely tightened the grip of her cunt on his shaft. She wanted to give him pleasure. Suddenly that was very important to her.
"You're going to make me come," she said.
"You're making yourself come," he said.
She raised and lowered her ass and snapped her pussy around his prick. She threw her head back as she came and the climax was so sweet she automatically reached for his lips at the end and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
"I love you," she said. She bit his lower lip.
"You just love my big dick," he said.
She trembled all over and her cunt sizzled. "I do. I do, honey, I do," she said earnestly.
His cock swelled inside her and she realized he was lasting longer than usual. "You want to fuck, you'll fuck," he said.
"You're going to exhaust me, aren't you?" she giggled.
"That's the plan," he said.
He pushed her up and he grabbed her hand. She followed him upstairs and, once they were in bed, he made her kneel on her hands and knees. She heard him undressing and climb behind her on the bed.
The half-moons of her ass were exposed, but he made her leave her nightgown bunched around her waist. She twisted her neck and gazed back at him.
"Are you going to fuck me in the ass?" She held her breath with excitement.
"Maybe," he said. "Turn around. Don't look at me. I want to surprise you."
He waited until she turned her head and then he guided his prick between her asscheeks. But instead of piercing her asshole, he slid his knob down to her raging pussy and fucked it inside her body.
"You've got the wettest cunt I've ever fucked," he muttered.
"Give it to me," she said.
He thrust his entire prick into her cunt and his balls slapped her asscheeks. She lay perfectly still and let him be the aggressor. It happened so seldom she meant to enjoy it.
She fell forward with every thrust. The force of his strokes took her breath away. It wasn't like Dave to last so long. Was he lying when he said he'd never cheated on her? Was there a woman somewhere he'd taught him how to fuck?
She decided it was her own hot cunt that turned him on. Dave never lied. She knew that for certain. If he said he'd never cheated on her, she believed it.
Suddenly he slapped her ass.
"Ouch!" she yelled, turning her head.
He shoved her back, forcing her to look straight ahead. "I said not to look," he said.
"Yes, dear." She sounded meek and she knew it. She was ready to abandon her dominant role in the marriage.
He held her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he sank his dick deep inside her juicy folds. He grunted occasionally and left his cock imbedded inside her for long moments at a time.
Then he pulled out and roughly pried her asscheeks open with one thumb. He was inside her bung in a moment, and she cried out from passion and pain.
"Oh, my God, you're fucking me in the ass!" she cried.
He slapped her ass and drilled his prick all the way into her bowels.
"That's what it looks like," he said, punctuating his words with short deep thrusts of his prick.
His cock jerked and she knew he would come soon. She welcomed the prospect. She wanted his fuck-jelly in her asshole. It had been such a long time since he'd taken her from behind. She couldn't remember the last time.
"You've got a real ass, you know it?" he panted. He pinched one of her cheeks and twisted the flesh.
"Keep fucking me!" she said, feeling the sensations of a climax approach.
She thrust her ass back, making an arch of her back as she fucked back at his thrusting prick. She wanted to come with him. Together. The best way was to come together. She could hold back no longer and she came. She fell forward and he fell on top of her. She lay flat on her belly and he made one more lunge inside her asshole before coming.
It was the best fuck he'd ever given her. She appreciated that he was trying. After a few minutes of rest, she climbed to her knees and crawled between his legs.
"Jesus, you're still not through," he groaned.
She took his limp prick in her hand and bent down. "Let me lick it clean," she said.
"Be my guest," he said, waving her head down.
She took his prick into her mouth and purred like a kitten. She would get him hard again. She planned to get him used to lots of good hard fucking. It's not too late, she thought. Those damn libbers almost got to me, but, thank God, it's not too late.
